Ghetto Goblin Girls Part 2: The Office Job (Patreon)

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While it's good to see her again, I hadn't expected to have my goblin fuckbuddy working beside me all day. Tizz is a weird one to try incorporating into the office. Did you know that there's a lot of corporate codes and tweaked laws they had to update due to goblins? I end up checking with my boss (this cute pink succubus) a short way into the shift, and she hands me an updated company handbook to read between teaching Tizz the ropes.

So change #1 was that they can basically wear whatever they want. She's in her sexy little jean shorts and boob-baring jersey because it's cultural appropriation or something, so they just need to have their holes and nipples covered. I'm sure Tizz is glad to know about that one with how much of her thong is hanging out of her shorts.

"So you just like dressing like that?" I ask, looking comparatively lame in my slacks and button-up work shirt.

"Shit yea, stilts," Tizz scoffs as she types away at the computer "Who wouldn't wanna show off some of this mean green fuck machine? I didn't get an ass like this just to cover it up!" Goblins with their quick little fingers tend to be whizzes with just about anything with buttons, so their words per minute can get pretty nuts on a cellphone or a keyboard. I know a guy who follows a Let's Play streamer who's a goblin that gets a lot of hits between her impressive scores and the fact that her green jugs keep falling out of her top.

"Howzat, my big sexy longpig?" Tizz slides back to motion at her typing rate that's almost twice what I can do (despite all the misspelled words). That's the other thing: goblins have much looser guidelines for sexual harassment. They can say or do about anything you want with them, but nothing on company time and no still means no. Given my experience with Tizz and our history with goblins in general, it doesn't seem to come up much.

"Really good," I praise her, patting her bright green hair through her ball cap. "Especially since your hands kept... wandering," I muttered.

"Thought you'd like that," she said, flashing me a fanged grin and winking one of her pink-red eyes. She snuck a hand down to squeeze my crotch again, as if just to confirm the erection she'd started the last time she did it was still there. The cubicles give us a decent amount of privacy, especially since she's barely taller than the desk when she stands and shorter than the walls when she sits. It lets her get away with a lot while he distracts me from teaching her how to work a spreadsheet. She keeps popping her gum just to make a show licking it back into her mouth with her stubby little tongue.

I'd caved to her in the past, but that was a random day off at her place. I had been itching for another afternoon with her, but taking my favorite gutter gremlin in the middle of the office is something else. It doesn't stop her from trying though.

"Hey, wuzzat do? That button that looks like a big ol' chief-maker!" Tizz stands up in her seat and jumps into my lap, wiggling her butt with way too much rhythm to be coincidental. It leaves me with a perfect view of her cleavage and the cheap gold necklace she has settled between her enjoyably disproportionate boobs.

Molly from quality control passed by the cube, but she says we look cute stacked up like this. Tizz just smiles back at her, proving to be pretty good at sneaking in her lewd behavior. As soon as we're alone again, she grabs my hands to make me hold onto her boobs. "Can't let me fall down now, biggum. That humie chunk's so big, fallin' off could bust my boobers. Squeeze em real tight now, ya big horny pinkie. Don't ya let go... not unless you feel like pulling my hair anyway!"

Tizz had been catcalling me on the streets for weeks before we fucked, and she had more or less admitted to being a virgin before then. Whether it's goblin instincts, her upbringing or just me being an open book, she knew exactly how to drive me wild that day. She keeps adjusting her shorts to make me look at her ass, all while working as an excuse to grind on my lap. Whenever a web page or program loads, she wiggles in place like she's impatient. That just gets her jolly green boobs bobbing around against my hands and arms (I still can't believe how perfectly squishy and soft they are). She even starts to rub her head against my chest, playfully popping her cap on my head while she kisses and nibbles my neck. She always just plops back into place whenever anyone passes our cube, which sends one more tingle through my hardon as her butt takes a while to jiggle to a stop. And of course, always with the dirty talk.

"Whatcha doin' after work? My friend Nitsy said she's gettin' blasted by two big ol' humies last night and got my green bean all hard. I think she's just poffin' to sound cooler. Prolly gonna just photoshop herself with some extra manmeats and say it was a wasabi roll."

"Wasabi roll?" I find myself asking as I try to keep my eyes on the screen but keep glancing at her. She seems to be paying enough attention to fill in the blanks when I stop and point things out for her.

"Fuck, you don't know about that? That's the good shit. That's when you give some biggum or three some stiffy pills and you just let them give you a fuckin' bath in baby potion. Shit's great for the skin. Remind me to slip somethin' in the water cooler later and see if I can't get some of dat spicey wasabi myself! That's what I call an office party! Think I'd look good with a half dozen cocks in me?"

"You're always adorable, Tizz," I assure her, keeping my hands busy on the keyboard so they don't wander somewhere else. I can feel myself pulsing against her round and low to the ground booty.

"I'm slutty. Don't you forget it," she corrects, but she smiles over the compliment anyway. Or do you gotta give me a seemy-squirt me so I'm whiter than mashed potatoes to refresh your memory?"

I really can't take much more. Her stimulation and remembering out fling has it so that I can't stand the pressure of my pants around my dick. "Did you want to go to break?" I offer as I tug on her ear. Her shrill voice cooes as I play with her sweet spot, but she just flashes her fangs cheerily at me. "You keep workin'. I'ma take a quick snack break."

She doesn't leave the cubicle. There's no real rule against taking your breaks on the floor, but she slinks under the desk and tugs my legs to urge me closer. "Tizz, don't," I urge quietly, but she already has her little fingers snaking under the waistband of my underwear while she works on my zipper.

"Fuck that, spoon ear. I ain't waiting any longer than I hafta. Gobba mama needs herself some tasty fuckmeat right now." I slide in closer, trying to position myself where I can hide her as she frees my dick. She purrs happily in her oddly high tone, somewhere between a kitten and a pidgeon as she feasts her eyes on me.

"Gob damn... I'll never get tired of seein' that," she moans before starting to suck on the sides of my cock. Her oily lip gloss leans barely-visible patterns around my shaft clearly teasing me just for the fun of it. She only has to get to her knees to get out of sight under the desk, and my pants are on high enough that nobody else seems to notice. I have to bite my lip and keep typing to distract myself from moaning as she puts that slimy mouth to work.

"You are such a little clover slut," I mutter. I feel her pointy ears flicker back and forth like a startled cat, making them bat at my thighs. She wraps her thin lips around my cock's head and giggles, vibrating it perfectly in her tight mouth. She pulls possessively down on my rod so she can start to fit more into her, bobbing her head back and forth. I keep one leg out to block anyone who might see her while passing by, but I get my other foot into position so that the toe of my shoe rubs against her crotch. Her tits wrap around my leg, one big orb on either side of my knees as she leans into it. Her moans start to get louder, so I grab her by the hair and push her head down until she almost chokes. She stops and sputters, but thankfully it's quieter than the lusty moan she was about to let out.

"Quiet, trash-snatch," I hiss to her. "You want to get in trouble?"

She pops her mouth off of my and strokes me with one hand, her hard little nail tracing one of my veins. "Who gives a shit? You heard the rules. I'm fuckin' bulletproof around here. Equal rights for sluts and all that."

"Not if we're caught screwing around... phrasing... on company time."

"What? Mutts can fuck that!" she hissed back. "Might as well tell me not to take a leak."

"Perfect."

"Say huh?"

I zip back up and double check my corners before I wave her out. "Going to the men's room. Can you sneak in after a few minutes?"

"Spoony, I'm so sneaky I could make it if'n I was strapped to the guard dog's back."

"There aren't any... never mind. Just wait a bit and then follow me." I head into the bathroom. To her credit, she has the patience to wait about thirty seconds before she comes rushing for my dick. As big as office as this is, there aren't any truly private ones, but there's nobody there to spot us. We get into one of the stalls and we hurry to strip each other down.

It doesn't take us long. I'm already rock hard and Tizz... well, Tizz is always Tizz. "I'ma drink that humie chunk with my lemon slice, my fuckin' protein shake," she hissed while she yanks my pants down. She starts to obsessively paint my cock with her spit and lip gloss, giving off some soft snorts as she just kind of bathes in my musk for a few seconds.

"Good, because I'm going to crush up your green guts until I make your ears pop," I grunt right back. After weeks under the barrage of her specist catcalls, I'd picked up a whole lot of choice dirty talk. Tizz absolutely loves it and pushes me back onto the toilet, pants around my ankles as she ditches her jersey and literally jumps into my lap, hurrying to get my dick inside her like the cure is inside.

I pop inside her with another slow, wet squish, and her mouth falls open. She looks every bit as shocked and pleased as the first time we did it, only this time she's suspended on my cock as her hard little nails dig into my chest like a startled kitten. "Fuck and a half... I swear I could live on humie dick instead of food. Gimme dat chunk harder, stilts. I ain't no wuss puss."

I get some of her hair and one ear in my grasp so I can pull her down with my thrust going up. She gives off a short squeal as her eyes and mouth open wider, but her lip quivers with mindless pleasure. Her feet have to brace on the toilet seat next to me as I lower her further with each hump, seeing her start to bite her lip and whimper softly.

"I got you, swamp cunt," I tell her through quiet grunts. "I'm gonna fill up your trash bag of an easybake oven and you're gonna love it. Don't tell me you wanna back that ass away from this big ol' chiefmaker."

She shakes her head sharply despite her distant stare. "I will chomp that nose off your face if you get out without squirtin' in me," she mumbles, starting to gyrate her hips around in small circles. It helps her wiggle down further until she is finally sitting in my lap, leaving me balls deep in that tight and slimy cunt.

"Holyyyyyy shits!" she squeals in this impossibly high tone. "Do you see the fuckin' potbelly on me right now?!" She points down to indicate the bulge in her stomach, almost the size of my fist now that I'm entirely inside of her. I read that goblins naturally rearrange their insides to withstand physical pressure more easily. It makes them a work a bit like walking rubber; slaps, punches, and even falling a couple stories doesn't hurt them nearly as much as a human being. It works the same way when they take something as big as a human cock from head to hilt, making it a strange, moving lump inside of her as she bounces up and down.

"You're a real good piece of street moss, you little lapface," I huff encouragingly. I'm starting to work up a sweat as her entire body seems to flex and crush around my cock with her wet, stretchy insides.

"Only cuz I got a real good cloud-sucker in my stable to fill me up with that pinkie dick," she groans back. I hold her steady by the hips, helping her grind up and down as my cock starts to pulse and my balls tighten. I decide to toy with her a little more as I lean in and lick the inside of her ear. It's smooth and a little bitter, but she lets out a sudden yowl of pleasure. Her whole body tightens around me in surprise and she hugs me around the neck.

"Fucking dirty spoon-ear bitch!" she gasped. "No fucking fair!"

"No fair" sounds like exactly what she wants. I smile and blow gently along her ear tips and watch them twitch again. I start to whisper in her ear while I deliver soft kisses and licks that never fail to make her tense around my dick. "You like that, you pointy-eared slut? Is that all it takes to make your green bean burst? I thought you were a REAL pocket twat, but here you are liking it up the ear more than you do in the pussy."

"Sh-shut up," she mumbled, but the words come out clumsy and breathless. Her other ear is twitching like crazy while the other is stiff and stock still, as if presenting for me. I stroke the other one while I leave her with nothing else but my hardon alone to hold her on top of me. "You're the cheating, uptight, bathwater humie making me do this..."

"Oh yea? Maybe I should just pull my gob-choker out of you and see if I can make you cum from fucking your brains out." All talk, of course, but the way she shudders makes me unsure if she thinks that's possible... or if it is. "You've got cum on the brain already, so it's not like you'd be any different, you hopeless piece of stinkpuss. I'll pump your slop so full of cum it's be leaking out of your mouth. By the time I'm done with you, you'll have your holes so full that you won't have anywhere left for me to fuck but those big, sexy, horny ears of yours."

Tizz clenches so hard that it feels like she'll suck my balls into her. I cum the instant her pussy clamps around me like that, but she gives this huge, labored scream. It's a solid second of that easily before I have the wits enough to slap a hand over her mouth. She keeps shaking and sobbing as she spasms on my lap, squirting our cum at each other to make one slick mess when we meet halfway. I can hear her messy orgasm hitting the toilet water beneath us as a final reminder of our dirty sex. I hold her until her raspy breaths come in hard but steady and I kiss her ear once more. I listen expectantly, but I don't hear any doors or footsteps. The bathroom is still empty.

"Thank god," I sigh. Maybe the walls are too thick in the bathroom so that nobody hears what goes in from outside. "That was insanely hot."

She bats her pink eyes at me vacantly for a second before I see some clarity return to her. I release my hand as she gasps for air. "Wowee. You need to fuck up my ears more often," she pants as she slumps into me. Her snatch still clings to my cock, keeping it inside of her for a while. "I ain't had a gusher like that since... uh, never. I'da fucked your nuts off in a bathroom way before now if I knew it got this hot."

"Yea, about that," I sigh. "Maybe next time not where I work."

"Sure thing! You're the one with the chiefmaker," she chuckled, sliding off at last. I take some time to clean up, but she just pulls her clothes back on. I check her crotch, and apparently goblins are naturally tight enough to just catch all the leftover cum and such when they're done.

Of course, when we step out, we only get a few steps when Rosie, my succuboss, steps up beside me with a tiny small she gets that's basically supposed to be a frown. "Hi, Paul? Can we have a word with Tizz for a minute?"

I tense up, and not from the orgasm. "Uh... okay. Why?"

"We need to talk to her about standard protocol around the office," Rosie says in her level management tone. "Tizz, we were very clear about the rules for in-office sexual behavior, and we had hoped you would respect those rules."

Tess just groaned. "Thaaat shit again?"

"I'm sorry, but we're working with you as best we can. If you can't handle the few rules we have left, I can't expect you to be a reliable employee. This is a very telling time for you to make a first impression, and we have a zero tol-"

I can see where that's going. They give her a chance, but there's goblins who can last a few hours without fucking someone (I think). They'll toss her to the curb and pick up another one trying to make a name for herself. You even hear about the occasional goblin who manages to get up to a police officer or a school teacher. They'll accommodate, but they won't coddle her.

"I'm sorry, Rose," I cut in while Tess is just looking annoyed rather than defending herself. "That was me. I made the first move and she was following my lead. We're sort of dating outside of work, and I just... I hadn't seen my girlfriend here in a while."

Rose fixed her glasses to sit between her horns and nose. "I'm sorry... YOU started it, Paul?" I can see her eyes going between us, clearly thinking what anyone would; the goblin had to have started it as the little fuck monsters they were. And she was right.

"Yea, sorry. I was going to address it but a good time never came up. I take all responsibility." I can se Rose sizing up Tizz, who looks up at me stunned. "It's not that weird, right? You can't expect everyone you meet to fall under the same stereotype cuz of their species, right?" I said this while staring right at the succubus in middle-management. Her surprise makes her eyebrows raise slightly, but it's easy to spot by how her horns bounce up a little.

"Er... right... then Paul, I'd like to see you in the office for a minute. Tizz, can you wait here for a moment and we'll be right back?"

"Uh... yea. Kay. It's cool." She waddles back to our desk while I get a calm scolding from Rose. I'm given a formal warning while we talk about the situation, and I offer up an idea that she seems to appreciate. It's a bit of a loophole with the goblin bylaws, but it works for us.

"The fuck was that, stilts?!" Tizz blurts as I come back to our cube. I sit down and pull out the other chair. She begrudgingly gets into it instead of my lap, getting that she had better behave herself (or maybe just too confused to argue).

"I stood up for you. I've got a good enough reputation here that they would just let me off with a warning rather than kick you out."

"No, yea. Duh. Get that," Tizz scoffed. "But why?! Why'd ya try'n soak a bullet for me?

"Why not?" I say with a shrug. "Hasn't anyone stood up for you before?"

"Uh’nuh." She gives a lazy shrug to go with the dimwitted noise. "Maybe? But you're... y'know. Stilts. You got the leg ups we don't..." She bites her lip and looks uncomfortable. The trashy-dressed ghetto goblin is dancing around the race card, or reverse race card as it was. It's just this built in complex they seem to have from their heritage of eating rats and picking trash.

"All the more reason to give you a boost." I pat her on the back and smile. She smiles back, but I see her lip quiver. This time it's not from the orgasm either. She keeps staring until I get her a tissue and she wipes some oily tears from her eyes. "You're welcome, by the way."

"Yea, yea," she says with a nod. "I ain't used to sayin' thanks. People don't do me much for favors before you." I get back to work, showing her how the schedules work when she looks up again. "An' what was that word you were usin' back there?"

"What?" I ask as I focus back on the screen.

"Girfrind. Wuzzat?"

I strike the last keys a bit too hard. "Wait... you mean girlfriend?" Tizz stares back at me like I had just broken into song. "Girlfriend. Like a girl, friend?" More staring. "It means we were dating. I told her that to get her off our case like we weren't a couple of horny idiots getting off together."

"M'kay," she said with a nod. "What's dating?"

"Oh my... you fuckin' gobbers," I sigh as I palm my face. "It means we go out together and do fun stuff together. And usually have sex."

Tizz's eyes light up excitedly. "You mean... you want me to be your number one ho!?" she asked, squeaking as she leans on my leg.

"I mean... sort of. But no! I wouldn't have any ho's. It means we love each other and promise that we'd only fool around with each other and not fuck other people."

Tizz seems okay with the first part but frowns at the last. "What?! Like every day!? How's I supposed ta say I'll only fuck ya if you're not blowin' up my womb every day!? This' trollshit!"

I study her for a second. "So... the time together thing sounds okay with you?"

"Yea! You're fun and hot, and you can reach the top shelves. What's not to like?"

"So what if... what if you moved out of your apartment? You can move in with me, get a nice big place, and we can just-"

"Fuck e'rry DAY!?" she blurts as she jumps up onto the desk. I pick her back up and set her back on the chair, but she's grinning with eyes so wide it's like she's been electrocuted. "Gob damn, jumbo! That's fuckin' lunar! I'ma be the best piece of pocket pussy for ya, I swear!"

"Yea, about that. I had an idea talking with Rose. She says we can screw around when we're off the clock for lunch breaks, but in the meantime... I think I've got a solution for you."

It worked out so nice that the company handbook updated to advise the same idea for all their goblin employees. It took a couple days, but with Tess as little as she is, we had her moved out of her place and into mine in no time. When she went in for her second day of work, I had already bought her a miniature vibrator. She kept it tucked inside that tight little sugar slit all day, walking and typing away like nothing was wrong. She just shivered now and then, mostly when I toyed with the remote. She'd sneak me a little glance and lick her lips when I'd turn up the power, batting her eyes when she wanted more. It was a fun little timekiller, flicking it up or down whenever I had a few seconds to spare, and it kept her mind off of actual sex to let her focus on work. It was a real treat whenever she would tap me on the hip or shoulder and hold up her fingers, mouthing out just how many times I'd made her cum that day without laying a hand on her.

She's been especially bad lately, though. She's been a real freak for the ears lately, but it only just occurred to me how weirded out she was when I finally kissed her during a date. She looked at me like I had three heads after that, so I decided to lay off. Every so often though, when she's just horny as hell, she'll ask to stop with the dirty talk and give her "that weird humie shit." Then I just gently kiss her sweetly on the lips. When she's in the mood, it's a guaranteed way to make her cum so hard that it turns her swamp cunt into a waterfall.