I double-timed it into the office the next day. I was running a little late but, for some reason, didn’t feel nearly as stressed as usual.

Weird.

Karol was sitting at the reception desk, filing her nails and wearing a pink top with a scooping neckline. Despite my best efforts, my eyes slid to the outline tattoo of a fairy resting on her plump breasts.

Where had I seen something like that before?

“Hi, Pete,” Karol said, shooting me a sideways glance. “Have a good night last night?”

“Oh! Well…yeah. It was a pretty boring evening at home. Nothing special, you know?”

“Hmm,” she looked me up and down with an enigmatic smile. “Well, at least you look well-rested.”

“Yeah. It must be the new diet I’ve been stickin’ to or something. I feel great!”

The ‘new diet’ was asking for mushrooms on my pizza from now on. Mushrooms are a vegetable, right? Or are they just fungus?

“I’m feeling a bit run down, myself,” Karol said, stretching her arms over her head languidly. This had the unintended (I think) side effect of lifting her bust and pushing her breasts nearly out of the flimsy top she was wearing. The fairy tattoo stretched with the motion.

“I was just thinking about getting a cup of coffee from the lounge. But I can’t leave the desk for that long. Think you could bring me down a cup?”

I was just about to explain how I don’t drink coffee, but my words died in my mouth as I watched her lean forward and swivel back and forth in her office chair. Her creamy breasts swung to and fro with the motion. I couldn’t help but stare at her fairy tattoo bouncing along with her breasts and a vacant smile started crawling up my lips.

Karol leaned closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Please, Pete. Oh, and do you think you could get an extra coffee for the Titty Fairy?”

The words ‘Titty Fairy’ rang in my ears like a bell. Five minutes later I was carrying two cups of coffee, one cream and two sugars in each, back to her desk.

“Pete! I only needed one cup of coffee!” She said, giggling. “I was joking when I told you to get one for the Titty Fairy!”

“Oh! Sorry, I guess I just wasn’t thinking.”

“No problem. We all get distracted. But seriously, what did you expect me to do with this? Pour it over my chest for my tattoo to slurp up?!”

We both laughed at her joke, but then my brain stumbled over the image of her pouring the creamy, sweet coffee over her heaving jugs, the pearly, savory drops brushing over her nipples, begging to be licked clean.

SNAP!

“You okay there, Pete?” Karol said, her fingers inches from my eyes. “You kinda zoned out, again.”

“Oh, man! Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Maybe you’re not as well-rested as you look,” she said and handed me the extra cup of coffee. “Why don’t you take this one? Looks like you need it.”

“Oh, well, I don’t usually…uh…” Karol let her hand slip under the curve of her right breast and was slowly squeezing her own tit, making it look like the fairy was dancing on her silky-smooth skin.

I walked to my desk in a haze of lust and confusion, my coffee gripped securely in my hand.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. I cleaned out my inbox, responded to several emails I had left hanging, put together several product report summaries, organized the month’s meetings and cross-referenced each attendee’s schedule, and created a spreadsheet for all my office expenses for next tax year.

I also had to run to the bathroom two or three times and started getting heart palpitations later in the afternoon. I picked up my coffee mug, noticing with dismay it was still empty. I wondered if the caffeine was affecting me or not.

I saw Karol one last time before the day was done. I had already gotten so much of my workload out of the way, I even found the courage to go down and start a conversation with her. She was sitting at the lonely receptionist's desk scrolling through her phone.

“So what color are you going to fill in your tat with?” I asked. I don’t know why I couldn’t take my eyes off the black outline of the fairy, but I swear it looked familiar, like a dream I had or something.

Karol swiveled in her chair and, pushing her chest forward so she could glance down at her tattoo.

“Mmm…I dunno. Something kinda flashy. Maybe a greenish purple color scheme?”

“That would look nice!” I said. “So what’s stopping you?”

Karol snorted softly, still half watching her phone. “My paycheck, or lack thereof I guess. Tats can be expensive, right?”

“Yeah, guess so. I don’t know I never had one myself.”

“You must bring in a good paycheck, huh? You’ve been here a few years now, right?” She looked up at me with those dark piercing eyes. I began to stammer over myself.

“Uhm…yeah, I mean it’s not huge after taxes, but its enough to pay the bills and everything...uh..."

I trailed off as Karol began to lift and squeeze her breast through her shirt. Suddenly, stringing words together became way too much effort. The pretty fairy danced side to side along with her boob.

“You wanna see the best part of my tat?” She said with a knowing grin. I forget if I answered or just kept ogling her breast like a zombie. She traced a perfectly manicured nail along the neckline of her shirt, stretching it a little lower, revealing more of the fairy tattoo. I could see for the first time that one of the fairy’s legs was extended down her tit, accentuating her shapely thighs and chiseled calf muscles.

“It’s like a little map,” Karol said, letting her finger slowly hook into the fabric of her shirt and stretch it lower and lower. “People will get all distracted and dazzled by her wings and pretty face and then they’ll slowly follow her sexy leg down, down, down until—”

Karol stretched her shirt under her boob. She wasn’t wearing a bra. A single maroon nipple bounced into view under the point of the fairy’s foot.

“-They find the secret fairy treasure. Do you see it, Pete?”

I’m not sure what happened after that. Her perky, erect nipple held my eyes like a black hole. I didn’t think how strange it was that Karol was flashing me in the office. I didn’t think about how Karol was using her tattoo as a pretense to show me her tits. Truth was I didn’t think about anything at all. I just stared at the wonderful nipple bouncing back and forth in front of my eyes.

Karol asked me a question.

I answered and then the question would slip out of my head.

She’d ask me another.

I didn’t care what she was asking. All I cared about was keeping my eyes on the sexy nipple and her shiny fingernail as it went around and around…and around…

SNAP!

I blinked back to reality, realizing I was seated in her chair watching her plump ass as she walked out the door with her bag and coat. I sat completely frozen until I heard the click of the door closing. I shook my head and jumped to my feet, my eyes glancing at the time on my phone.

Whoa! Quitting time already?

I closed down my cubicle and headed home for the night.

The conversation with Karol had me pretty jazzed the whole evening. I scarfed down a microwave dinner and was spacing out in front of a movie when I noticed my hand inching closer to my cock. Thoughts of Karol’s nipple drifted into my head as I curled my fingers around my shaft.

…..

I jerked my head up. Did I just nod off? I glanced at the movie timer and noticed I had lost ten minutes. I must have been more tired than I thought. I went back to watching the film, trying to piece together what the hell the plot was about.

A woman on the screen leaned forward gracing the camera with a peek at her cleavage. Suddenly I was picturing Karol’s finger running up and down her neckline and again my hand reached for my stiffening cock.

I woke up twelve minutes later. I pulled the film back fifteen minutes to catch up. The same woman showed up and triggered the same urges.

This happened about four or five more times.

Finally, I realized I had been trying to watch the same ten minutes of film for the last hour and a half. I gave up, closed my laptop, and laid back, exhausted, on my couch.

“Hey! Pete! C’mon! Wake up, dummy!”

I pried one of my eyes open. Two huge green eyes under a head of black hair stared back at me.

“Karol?” I croaked.

“No, Kitty, silly! Remember? Kitty the Titty fairy?”

I opened both eyes and sat up, stretching and yawning.

“Oh, Yeah! What…what are you doing here?”

“What do you think, dummy? I’m here to get my nightly drink.” She flitted around my head, surrounding me with the flashing lights of her wings, and darted straight to my fly. She grabbed hold of the zipper with both hands.

“Jeez! This thing is stubborn!” She said, straining. “Have you ever considered WD-40?”

I reached down and grabbed her by the back of the wings. She twisted and turned in the air, punching her arms at nothing.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?” She squeaked.

“Look, Kitty,” I placed her down on the nightstand. “I like you and everything, but I’m not sure I should see you every night.”

Kitty pouted. “Why not? Aren’t I sexy enough?”

She shifted her weight, posing like a porn model. I blinked and shook my head.

“No, no it’s not that. But…look I don’t want to spend the rest of my life getting off in my house every night before passing out. I want relationships with other people, with actual, human-sized women. I can’t impress them if you drain me dry every night.”

“Oh, that!” Kitty waved her arm dismissively. “I’m not the jealous type. You see however many girls you want. I won’t get in the way.”

“But…but my mojo,” I protested.

“Not a problem!” Kitty spread her wings and flew into the air casting sparkling streaks of glitter through my room. She somersaulted over to my face and hung lazily in the air, her body swaying back and forth in front of my eyes. The bright lights flashed at me and I found myself fixating on her swinging bust.

“Just take off your pants and I’ll show you.”

My hands moved on their own, undoing my fly and tugging down my waistband on auto-pilot. Kitty grinned at me and then buzzed down to my exposed cock, already half erect. She corkscrewed in midair, partially disappearing in a storm of mesmerizing colors. When she emerged, she was wearing a miniature businesswoman’s blazer and pencil skirt. Her tits pressed up against the sides of the blazer while her skirt accentuated the curves of her hips and thighs rather than hide them. A pair of black horn-rimmed glasses appeared over her nose.

How was it possible that this jizz guzzling fairy was even sexier with more clothes on?

“Now, you just sit back and let Ms. Kitty explain to you all about cock financing,” she said in a clipped tone. She closed her fist and reached her other hand inside, magically pulling out a long classroom pointer.

“You see, there are many options for the savvy cock investor to consider. We at Kitty Titty financing want to ensure that you enjoy the best returns on your investment of rich, creamy jizz. So, let’s start with the basics.”

She floated down to my nutsack and turned, fixing me with a stern look. I gazed on, half amused, half turned on.

“This is your cum bank,” she said, tapping my balls lightly with the pointer. I gasped as each touch shot electric jolts of pleasure up from my crotch. “This is where we deposit all our nice, horny thoughts that then appreciate into…hmm…liquid assets, if you will. It comes with two main accounts.”

She reached down to tickle my right testicle with her soft hand.

“We have the savings account—”

She reached down to gently scratch my other testicle.

“And our checking account. As you know, our main goal is to make sure that these accounts are routinely filled, overflowing even, with precious assets. We want a cum bank that is full and tight….ready to burst with hot liquid assets…filling up your bank with frequent deposits.”

Her voice took on a sing-song quality and she swung her pointer back and forth, sending magical green and purple sparks from the tip. I watched helplessly, smiling to myself as I felt my ‘bank’ churn with hot sticky jizz.

“But…but how do…I make the deposits?” I asked meekly. It was suddenly very hard to use my brain.

“By making that silly head of yours work for it, dummy!” Kitty laughed. She floated up to my face again, the tip of her pointer directing my eyes back and forth. “Every horny thought your dirty mind dreams up, every time you turn your head to ogle a pretty ass walking down the street or a woman’s low-cut top in the grocery store, all that frustrated energy goes straight to your ball bank where it appreciates as rich, creamy cum. It all comes from that dopey, horny brain right here.”

Kitty spun the tip of her pointer in dizzying spirals until it came to rest pointing right at my forehead. I crossed my eyes, unwilling to look away from the pretty, sparkly pointer.

“H-h-horny?” I mumbled. It was getting harder and harder to follow Kitty’s financial lecture.

“Exactly, like when you see a lady bending over to pick something off the floor, like this…”

She bent over double in front of my face, shoving her shapely butt in my field of vision over her perfectly tapered legs.

“Or when a naughty lady gives you a little flash,”

She spun around, pulling open her blazer. I failed to stop a desperate grunt from escaping my throat as her incredible tits popped free. She shook them a few times and then closed her blazer again with an evil grin.

Through the thick fog of arousal, I was suddenly aware of a growing pressure in my balls. I fought the urge to start panting and groaning.

“Even when a pretty girl is talking to you and you can’t even follow a word she’s saying. You just watch her pouty lips and sparkly eyes and let yourself get lost in waves of sexy feelings.”

She leaned forward, batting her eyelashes and sensually licking her lips.

“Sexy, horny thoughts. Filling up that big ball bank of yours. So many nice deposits in the bank. Balls so full of creamy cum…”

Kitty smiled at me. I could almost see something colorful and shiny spinning around in her eyes. She swayed her head and body back and forth and I felt my head swinging along with her.

“Mmmm…you feel those accounts expanding? Getting filled up past their capacity? Do you know what the best part about having a full account is?”

I stared back at her with vacant eyes and a gaping mouth. Kitty made an exasperated little smiled and then shook the tip of her pointer back and forth. My head followed side to side.

“The best part is, all those deposits appreciate into tangible benefits. Tangible benefits like these.”

She brought the tip of the pointer to her chest and tapped it back and forth against her tits under the thin blazer. I stared captivated as her tits began to swell, pushing back the blazer and flopping out in front of me. Her breasts were far larger than they should be for her body, but the magic fairy didn't seem to care. She only hefted up a boob almost twice the size of her head and massaged it hungrily, lifting up her nipple and teasing it with her tongue.

“H-h-h-horny…need to…need to cum…” I whimpered, somehow unable to break free of her spell.

“Uh-huh? That brings us to our final topic for today’s orientation. Cash withdrawals.”

Without breaking eye contact, and without letting me lose sight of her incredible breasts, Kitty floated back to my cock which was now rigidly at attention.

“Cash withdrawals are the best part of cock financing. Who doesn’t like going on a nice splurge after saving up so much hot cum in your ball bank?”

Kitty walked over to my erection and wrapped her arms, legs, and breasts around it, grinding her body over and around my shaft.

“You work so hard all day, and your brain works hard gathering all those horny, dirty thoughts and letting them fill up in your ball bank. You just want to let all that hard-earned cash flow right out of you. Just shooting out jet after jet of precious fluid assets. And we have good news!”

She heaved up her oversized bust and used her arms to smoosh them around my cock. Even for her diminutive size, they managed to reach completely around the girth of my shaft. It felt like the most plush, silkiest pussy I’ve ever imagined.

“You’ve been pre-approved for our platinum-gold-iron credit cock! Now every time you use your cock, you can earn even more horny thoughts in your ball account with interest. Interested?”

“In—interest?” What was this fairy talking about? I just wanted to cum!

“That’s right, interest! If you’re interested in interest, then you should begin using your iron credit cock immediately and we can waive the 15% ejaculation fee if your cum credit rating stays above positive. We can also offer higher returns of creamy cum on night deposits if you sign up now with Kitty Titty Financing.”

Kitty babbled on like what she was saying was the simplest thing in the world all while continuing to bounce her body, and her massive breasts, along my prick. Her wings were shooting sparkles from both sides and my balls felt like they were about to explode thanks to a river of sexy fantasies pouring in from my lust-addled brain.

“So, Pete, would you like to sign up with Kitty Titty Financing today?”

Something seemed very strange. Any other human with half a brain would have thought twice about signing up with some overly complicated with some barely dressed, manipulative fairy.

However, my half-brain was now totally in my balls and had no power to object. I nodded stupidly as Kitty handed me the pointer. It magically transformed into the size of a pen resting neatly in my hands. Kitty held up her tits again and I stared dumbfounded as it grew bigger and fuller until it was nearly the size of a human breast.

“Sign here, please.”

I signed my name on her tit without a second thought. She smirked to herself and let her breast deflate to its normal, gargantuan size. She walked slowly, deliberately across my stomach and then sat her tight butt down on my overstuffed balls. With her upper body she began rubbing and teasing my cock, slapping her boobs against it and running her tongue from the center until nearly the tip. I could feel my balls inflating more and more as they filled up with my ‘deposits’. My head was swimming with images of cocks and pussies and moans resonating though my core. I would do anything, anything at all, if it only meant falling over that slippery, wonderful edge…

“Whoa! Hold on now!” Kitty said as she jumped up, leaving my cock bobbing like a jack-in-the-box.

“Huh?! Ah! I was so close…” I whined.

“Oh, I know, baby. But, as your cum accountant, I can’t allow you to withdraw so much from your account all at once. You might overdraw, and we’d be back trying to fill up that empty ball bank of yours all over again.”

My only response was a series of frustrated grunts and heavy puffs through my teeth. I couldn’t stand it anymore and desperate instincts moved my hand to my cock.

“Oh, fuck it! I’ll take care of it myself,” I muttered.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Kitty chided and sent a burst of magical energy from her pointer. The stream of green and purple sparkles encircled the base of my cock and then tightened into a glowing ring before fading to nothing.

Without paying any heed, I gripped my shaft and pumped it like a shake weight. I cursed and frothed at the mouth, my arm straining in effort, but no orgasm came. I just sat on the same edge, just one impossible step away from cumming my brains out.

“Oh, what the fuuuuuckkk…” I groaned.

“Sorry, baby, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to put a freeze on any large withdrawals for now. But, don’t worry,” she cooed and gently untangled my fingers from my shaft.

“We can still work out an allowance system. Just a little dribble here and there so you can leak out some of that creamy cum without ever wasting a whole load.”

She let her tits grow larger and larger until they were the perfect shape for engulfing my penis, but instead of bouncing up and down this time, she only held my stiff penis in her cleavage, slowly squeezing and milking it, soft as a gentle ocean tide.

“I think you might even find this method as an even more satisfying form of debit. Always enough cum to go around and never an end to the joy of having two lovely full accounts in your bank.”

As she spoke, a small trickle of precum began dripping down the head of my penis and pooling into her otherworldly cleavage. I let out a long, frustrated and yet highly pleasurable moan. Kitty cocked her head at me in sympathy.

“Don’t worry, dummy. We’ll still make sure you appreciate the satisfaction of smart financing.”

She winked at me and I felt something switch on in my head. Suddenly, Kitty was no longer a fairy, but a full-sized human without wings. She looked almost identical to Karol, but I had never seen Karol naked before. She was grinning and blowing me kisses as she gave me the best tittyfuck in the world. It felt like the best wet dream in the world and I could only stare ahead helplessly as my cock grew larger and stiffer.

Finally, I felt a seismic jolt shoot through me and my cock erupted all over her tits. I looked down and stared in astonishment as my cock ejaculated money. Streams of bills and shiny coins flew out of my prick, coating the image of Karol in thousands of dollars in cash. Part of me knew I was hallucinating. I could still feel Kitty milking my cock slowly and steadily, but in my head I was gushing money like some lewd, broken ATM.

The dream version of Karol laughed and smothered her chest and body with my money, rubbing it over her skin like it was luxurious soap. I smiled stupidly as I felt another phantom ejaculation well up and I sprayed another wad of cash all over her.

I’m not sure how long Kitty kept me like that, milking my cock while I was lost in a fantasy about cumming money. My mind lost any form of sanity after the fourth or fifth ejaculation and, eventually, I faded into sleep while Kitty writhed in blissful pleasure in the slow-drip fountain of my cum.