You and Rita

You met Rita under awkward circumstances. You’d run into her plenty of times because she was a manager for the people who made FUTA possible. She supervises the women that keep the grounds clean and pretty, run the cameras, and do all kinds of important things.

But you walked in on her in the private administrator bathroom, seated on the toilet with her hard cock in her hand. Now you know that was just a quick mid-day jerk off, which Rita has to do to maintain her sanity, but at the time it was a little odd. Luckily, that day you were having such a terrible day yourself that your temper just snapped when you saw her.

“Shut up,” you snarled as you knelt between her legs and snatched her cock from her. “Just shut up. You want to get off? Fine,” is what you said.

Weirdly, after that encounter, Rita stopped by your office to ask you out. You were still so grumpy that you said yes, so you ended up at a bar with her. Then you were at her apartment, on your back with her inside you.

Now you live together. You like Rita. Like you, she’s a totally unappreciated employee of FUTA, and unlike you… she’s still a nice person. She reminds you of who you were when you were a nurse. It’s bittersweet, but you just don’t like being alone at night.

And Rita? She’s a laid back, casual person at home, maybe because her job is so stressful. She usually wears nothing but panties around the house, bulge showing, tits out and everything.

She rushes over to you and hugs you. “You OK?” she asks you again.

You’re fine, but your camera is broken, you didn’t get shots that you wanted to get tonight, and you feel gross.

“I need a bath,” you say.