King Enma was not having the best day. Or the best week, really. He tugged at his red tie, as fans in the corners of the office struggled to circulate the hot, humid air of summer, made worse by the 300 officers of Enma’s court sweating in their own business suits. The air conditioners had been broken for months, and yet the maintenance gremlins still hadn’t gotten around to them. Enma knew there was grumbling, but he hesitated to formally bring it up with the gremlins, lest he humiliate them and rouse their anger against him uselessly.
Enma’s sleeves were rolled up his red-skinned arms, showing his mighty musculature. But these days the only things he had to use them on were the stamps he pounded on the reports of the newly-dead. On his desk were 5 separate stacks of the things, each one several thousand pages of individuals and their conduct during their earthly lives. Now that they were dead, their destinations were up to Enma, but until he made decisions, they stayed in the village of transit.
At least, it had used to be a village, a long time ago. But as the number of souls had grown, and Enma’s time shrank more and more, the dead needed places to wait for their sentences. Now the village was a veritable metropolis, holding millions and millions of ambling, anxious souls. If Enma looked out the windows of his office, he could see the lights of the skyscrapers in the night air.
Enma stared at one report, unremarkable except that as a doctor the deceased had taken gifts to prescribe drugs. Enma’s dreaded red stamp of “CONDEMNED” smashed down on the form, and it was instantly whisked away by one of the oni secretaries for either Ox-Head’s or Horse-Face’s further detail of what the punishment would be. When his lieutenants made their decisions about the contents of the punishment, their subordinates would handle the logistical details, transporting each soul to their assigned afterlife.
It was an efficient, quick-running organization, and for thousands of years it had been totally fine. But there were just too many people dying these days! Even as Enma skimmed another report, a blue oni dropped another stack of reports for the recently deceased on his desk. She caught his eyes for a moment, looking over the upper rim of her thin glasses, and he knew what was behind that look. Everyone needed him to be faster.
Enma narrowed his eyes at a word – “disco.” What the hell was that? He started typing it into his work computer’s keyboard pointer-finger style, hoping that the Tenka search engine knew what it was. Even as the page loaded, Enma’s desk phone rang, and he picked it up.
“King Enma,” he said, trying to maneuver the fuzzy nub in the middle of the keyboard to move the mouse.
“Hey dad!” came the unmistakable voice of the 50th of Enma’s daughters, Kikojin. She sounded worryingly chipper, and Enma began to brace himself for whatever happened next.
“Kiko, I’m busy at work right now, and this is my official work line. What is it?” He tried to sound as gruff as possible, but his warnings to his children not to call his work line never seemed to sink in.
“Well,” Kiko started, drawing out the consonants at the end, “you know I’ve been in the Judo club, and it’s been really fun! Actually, just a few weeks ago, I was able to throw one of my seniors through a wall…!” Enma tried his best to focus on the explanation of “disco” on the screen in front of him as his daughter talked at him.
“Yes. Yes. Mmhmm,” he noised and grunted at his phone as he slammed another CONDEMNED onto the record. He glanced up at the secretary who grabbed the paper, and noticed it was a younger red oni, by the name of Ushi-Baba. She gave Enma a wink, as if to say “you can do it!” and he tried his best to smile in return.
“…Well, then my friend mentioned Yabusame, and took me to watch some competitions, and I thought ‘Didn’t Dad do that when he was younger?’” Kiko continued.
“Yabu…?” Enma caught the trail end of Kiko’s statement-cum-question. “No, sweetie. I wrestled.”
“Ohh, that’s right! I remember Mom telling me about that…!” Kikojin’s words flowed over Enma’s interruption like a river over a pebble.
Enma grabbed another report and read over it. Charity, selflessness, he caught the key words. He let go of his big red stamp and grabbed its smaller, less-worn companion, and with a deft thunk, gave a green PASS to the deceased’s report.
That’s when he saw at the end that the deceased had stabbed her sister in a dispute over grave plots.
“Son of a…” he grumbled. Grabbing a pen, he crossed out the green stamp, and stamped it correctly with red. He looked around for his official seal, a small but potent artifact of purest celestial jade, his design carved into it in the most ancient and hieratic style, so he could confirm his correction.
“So I thought, ‘I’ll join the Yabusame club!’” Kiko continued.
“Ok, fine,” Enma glanced between the stacks of papers, seeing his seal behind his laptop.
“I told them I’d join,” Kikojin said as Enma picked up the sign of his friendship with the Lord of Heaven, “but it’ll cost 10,000 strings of spirit cash for the equipment. Can I use the credit card?”
Enma held the old item in his hand when what Kiko said finally hit him. “Yeah sur- WAIT, WHAT?!” As his attention flew to the one-way conversation on the phone, the seal flew out of his hand.
“I’ll buy it all myself,” Kikojin explained to her father, “I know everything that I need, I’ll just use the credit card and…”
“No, no, no!” Enma cut her off, “you don’t get to use the card for that! You used it for your dougi and pads, and those are still on the monthly bill!” He tried to keep his voice down, not wanting to disturb his underlings, but no one blamed him for getting loud. They all knew how his daughters were.
“Awww, come on, Dad!” Kiko’s pleading came through perfectly on the phone. “I’ve gotten bored with judo!”
“You touch that card for anything not an emergency and you’re getting the spanking of your life, young lady!” Enma threatened, as he always did.
“Guh, fiiiiiine,” Kiko relented for the moment. She’d missed her chance to get him to sleepwalk into agreeing with her request, but she knew that once she could see her father in person it would be easier to sway him. “Anyway, mom wants to know if you’re coming home tonight?”
Enma looked at the massive clock on the north wall – just after 8 PM. “Hrng. I don’t know about tonight. I’m dealing with two disasters at the moment.”
“Ok, I’ll tell Mom no then!”
“No, don’t tell her that, tell her the reason I gave yo-” Enma was met with a dial tone on the other end before he could finish, and he knew what his devious daughter would say to his far-more devious wife. He let out a heavy sigh as he replaced the receiver.
Ushi-Baba heard the sigh, and her heart went out to her boss. She’d joined the Office for the Judgment and Rectification of Mortals And Other Beings 150 years earlier, pretty much straight out of graduating from Jigoku University. In that time she’d gotten to know The Chief, as the secretaries liked to call Enma, and she figured he needed something of a pick-me-up.
From most of the other secretaries, it might be a shoulder massage, or letting him vent, or maybe a little bit of feeling up. Ushi-Baba was not that timid when it came to the big guy.
Ushi-Baba was a red-oni, with a messy mop of dark brown hair that her two conical horns sprouted out from, a few inches above her temples. Her face was more cute than beautiful, with a small chin and two large blue eyes. She also definitely lived up to her name, with a chest that had grown to unholy sizes when she was still in junior high, and her breasts were still each as large as her head. Her bras were all custom-made, and she’d been forced to use male button-down shirts for work as they were the only ones that could fit her. Not that she minded the size of her melons – she enjoyed summer for being when she could unbutton her shirt at the top and give the guys (and gals) of the office a show.
Ushi-Baba also had something of a type. Her friends had teased her in the past for being a gold-digger, but it was never the financial aspect that drew her to certain men. Her apartment and lifestyle were pretty plain, and she wasn’t one for extravagance like she saw at times on Onigram.
No, it wasn’t the economics that made her pay attention to some men over others. But from her school days she’d been attracted to older men. In Oni secondary school, she’d flirted with her history teacher until he’d bent her over his desk and took her virginity. In university she’d become friends with a janitor twice her age, and had spent one spring break just living with him in his home, naked from dawn until dusk and having as much sex as they could fit into a week.
Ushi-Baba hadn’t joined Enma’s court with the intention of seducing him. Sure, she loved showing her figure off to demons and mortal souls alike, but she did respect the Old Man. He’d been King of the Dead since… forever! Even the new office building had signs that showed in what esteem the Big Guy Upstairs held Enma, with murals of Enma in his traditional garb, fire spewing from his mouth as he sentenced particularly heinous mortals or former deities to hells that had to be newly built. When she looked at him at his desk, he even still wore the blue and gold crown.
She flirted with him, of course. All the secretaries flirted with him, it was almost expected, and he was pretty polite about how he let the girls down. At one office party soon after her arrival, Ushi-Baba had caught him staring at her deep cleavage, and when she pointed out to him she’d noticed, he’d turned even redder. Catching him on the back foot like that, she’d pressed her advantage, and not an hour later the two were alone in a karaoke room – restitution, she said, for him ogling her.
They’d kept drinking as they sang old songs that Enma had belted in his youth, and before Ushi-Baba knew it she was sitting in Enma’s lap, kissing him with a force that surprised her. He’d given her what for for his staring, as he’d slipped his hands into her suit pants and fingered her until Ushi-Baba had been left into a steaming mess.
After that was when Ushi-Baba had learned that most of the secretaries had had at least one experience like that with the Old Man. For most of the oni, that was fine, they didn’t mind. But Ushi-Baba wanted a little more. When she’d sat in Enma’s lap she’d felt how hard he’d been under her, and she wanted that rod in her body, one way or another.
So Ushi-Baba kept flirting with Enma. She kept listening to him, kept telling him he was doing a good job, and in the small windows of time she had him alone, she’d flash him the dark, inviting cavern between her breasts, or “accidentally” brush her wide ass against his crotch.
There were so many reports to go through, so many judgments to plan sentences for, that it was hard for Ushi-Baba to pin the Old Man alone, but eventually she got her chance. In a small closet, long after the last trains had stopped running and the number of demons in the building could be counted on two hands, Ushi-Baba had let him pound her into a filing cabinet until the metal was visibly deformed by her horns. It had been one of the most satisfying series of orgasms Ushi-Baba had ever had.
They went for quickies after that. The 10-minute break in the records room that saw her eaten out until she couldn’t walk, or a standing fuck where Ushi-Baba could show off her flexibility by lifting one leg straight up into an I-shape. That this flexibility did NOT extend to her clothing had almost gotten her in deep trouble, when her pants had torn right at the seam of her crotch and then up between her ass cheeks, unable to contain her flexing and moving ass and hips.
Enma had saved her by planting her on his desk for the afternoon, until her emergency-ordered skirt could arrive. It provided yet another shared experience for them to bond over when they caught each other’s eye across the room, remembering the antics that their mutual attraction had driven them to.
That night, seeing Enma so frustrated and down, Ushi-Baba knew she had to do something. Seeing him stare listlessly at the piles of papers in front of him, her mind rang with an idea. Sidling up to Enma’s desk, she caught his attention for a moment, and saw a bit of a smile creep onto his face, before he tried to focus again on his work.
That won’t do, she thought. Glancing around the office, seeing everyone utterly absorbed in their own duties, Ushi-Baba bit her lip, and in a moment of quick, stealthy action, was underneath Enma’s desk. Crawling forward, planting herself between his trunk-like legs, Ushi-Baba knew that Enma was unaware. It gave her time to appreciate his thick thighs and calves, straining at the fabric of his pants made for someone without his heavy form.
More than the sight, what hit her was the smell. Shuffling closer and closer on her knees, she breathed deep of the odor, his masculine scent and the sour tang of sweat filling her nostrils and making her nipples stand stiff. It reminded her of that night in the karaoke room, where she’d buried her nose against his neck as he’d rocked his hand against her pussy and blew her away.
As quietly and swiftly as she could, Ushi-Baba squeezed between Enma’s out-spread legs. Her face mere inches away from his crotch, she tapped the hefty bulge.
Enma’s eyes widened in surprise, caught completely off-guard. When he looked down and saw Ushi-Baba grinning at him with a tigress’ hungry look, he knew she had something in mind. He immediately pulled his chair closer to his desk, so his belly pressed against the edge of the table, hiding Ushi-Baba. That this movement also slammed his crotch against Ushi-Baba’s face was unintentional, but she was as pleased with it as if it were.
The young oni nuzzled her cheek against Enma’s crotch, feeling his heat, his pumping blood, the sweat bleeding through his clothes, and inhaled deeply. Her hands massaged his thighs, feeling the strong muscles under layers of squishy fat. Slowly, letting the noise of the office hide it, she undid Enma’s zipper. Spreading it open, she slipped her fingers into his pants, and as her digits found her prize she could feel the sparkle in her own eyes as she had to handle Enma’s fat shaft out of his boxers.
He wasn’t the biggest that Ushi-Baba had ever seen (being a relative of Ox-head meant huge endowments had been around her for her entire life), but it filled her palm, and the weight of it, even half-erect, made her heart beat faster. She could finally examine it closely, and she did, noting the thick foreskin over the tip, the pulsing veins on the side, and the movement of his pelvic muscles making it twitch adorably. She quietly took a picture of it in her hand, and then, after plapping it against her face a few times, took another picture of it on her face for scale as it got harder and harder.
Enma himself stared at the report in front of him, unable to understand a single character. He wondered what madness had gotten into Ushi-Baba that evening. Didn’t she see how much work he had to get through? Didn’t she realize how many things he had on his mind? Didn’t she realize that distracting him was only going to make his life harder?
It seemed to him she was being not only foolish, but selfish, too. Sure, it had been a long two weeks since their last sexual collision, and he’d been feeling antsy without her warm holes to welcome his pent-up need too, but he was the one who could decide when it was time to set work aside for a little bit of fun, not her.
I’m going to have to break things off with her, if this is what she thinks she can get away with, he thought sadly. This is just being irresponsible! It hurt him to think of how to do it, but he knew it was true, and he remembered why it was his usual policy to give the girls one time to remember, but nothing long term. He had to focus on these damn reports, and he couldn’t do that if –
Ushi-Baba inhaled Enma’s cock into her mouth, swallowing it in a single, smooth motion that showed her deep years of practice. Enma’s dick filled her mouth solidly, and she savored the taste of his sweat and maleness. She felt him grow harder in her mouth, felt through her hands as the muscles in his legs flexed and released. Inside her mouth the rod bounced up and down against her tongue as he tensed his pelvic muscles. With her nose buried in the tickly hairs of Enma’s bush, Ushi-Baba was having fun.
Enma did his best to hide his reaction. “Hggrk!” spilled out of his mouth before he could cover it with a heavy cough, but instead of being innocuous, he saw he’d only drawn more attention to himself.
“You OK, chief?” a mid-ranking demon asked.
“Yeah, I’m OK!” Enma spoke with a strained smile, “just some coffee down the wrong pipe, y’know?” He coughed twice more to accentuate his point, all the while Ushi-Baba slobbered on his dick with an enthusiasm he hadn’t known was possible. The times she’d sucked his dick before had been in dark closets or with him holding her upside-down so he could slurp at her pussy at the same time. He could hear her slurping below him, and it sounded like the loudest sound in the room to him, drowning out the phone calls, the typing, the fans, everything.
That no one else could hear her seemed impossible to accept for Enma, as she gleefully let out SCHLLRP and GLLRK and KKGGHH in wet, sloppy releases from her mouth. Ushi-Baba didn’t care to hide her noises too much. She figured no one was expecting to hear a blowjob in the middle of the office, so no one would notice. Ushi-Baba also thought that no one else in the office had noticed the two were boning, but that was far from the truth. She didn’t explicitly try for theatrical noises, but she didn’t hide the bubbly purrs coming out of her mouth as she ran her lips up and down Enma’s shaft, except when she was muffled by his crotch pressing against her face.
She played with the cock in front of her, moving her whole head up and down the shaft with a determination rarely seen in her cohort. His girth spread her mouth wide, and she scraped her lips against his veiny organ. She realized now why her friends wore lipstick that easily came off, and cursed herself for not catching on until now. The idea of leaving dark blue rings on Enma’s cock for him to see later made her excited to come up with ideas for next time, even before she was done with this escapade.
The young oni played with Enma’s dick in ways that she knew would make him crazy, because she knew that he couldn’t get away from her. For a girl like her, barely older than his youngest daughter, to have him at her mercy? She knew he didn’t like it.
Tough love!
When her tongue slipped out to lap at his balls inside his pants, Enma had to fight to not moan. When she drew her teeth to gently scrape his length, he snapped the pencil in his hand. When she fluttered her tongue around the sensitive bottom of his cock-head while her lips massaged the rest of the mushroom shape in a lewd, spit-drooling kiss, he almost dropped his head against the table.
This is too much! He gripped the edge of the table with white knuckles. I have to stop her before she gets caught!
Enma had certain faults, but at heart he did care for the young oni girls who worked for him. His own reputation didn’t really matter to him. But he wanted Ushi-Baba to be able to find a nice demon her own age that she could settle down with. There were dozens of good matches for her on the main floor alone, let alone in the rest of the agency’s building. Getting caught as an exhibitionist? It wouldn’t help her get married, in his mind. His breathing grew heavy, and he had to loosen his tie even further. When he tried to angle his crown correctly, he ended up pushing it too far, making it even more crooked on his head.
Under the desk, Ushi-Baba felt the squirming that Enma was doing, and grinned with his dick between her lips. Wrapping one hand around the base of his dick, she held it like a sword and then thrust her mouth onto him, so that his dick pressed into her throat, visibly bulging it. She felt the blood pumping fiercely into his dick and getting trapped there, leaving him hard and desperate for release. She’d give it to him, but she’d take a few more pictures for her own records.
Enma had no idea how long Ushi-Baba had been down there. It felt like half an hour at that point. If he’d been able to read the clock, he’d have known it had only been about 8 minutes, but he was out of his mind by this point. Ushi-Baba herself could keep a better track of the time, but she liked drawing Enma to the edge of orgasm, before stopping suddenly and clamping down with her lips to keep him from cumming until precisely when she wanted. For the first time in their unconventional office relationship, she wasn’t pressed for time, could go at her own pace, and she sure as hell wanted to show Enma just what that mouth could do when she was free of some constraints.
The Old Man tapped his finger against his red stamp. This was intolerable now. He had to cum. But she was deliberately stopping him. Was she playing with him? Was that it? Did she think him some doddering old man she could play with however she pleased? It seemed so out of character for her, but Enma began to feel the fire in his belly rise. An old emotion that he’d sat on for so long it had been just a tiny bit of guttering sparks, now fanned into a mighty blaze. He prepared to roar out, and damn all the consequences, he was going to spank this oni slut over his knee in the middle of his court like in the good old days!
That was when Ushi-Baba swallowed his cock down to the base, and planted a kiss on his crotch.
Enma finally came. The first hot slap of his ejaculation flew deep into Ushi-Baba’s throat, and he came faster than she could swallow. Rope after rope of slimy jizz spattered her throat, until her mouth was filling up with cum. The thick liquid coated her tongue and teeth, and began to spill out of the seal of her lips, but she did her best to swallow as fast as she could. When she was through, she could feel the dense stuff sit nicely in her belly.
Above her, at his desk, Enma’s eyes suddenly felt open. It was like he’d been illiterate, but could now understand the characters in front of his face anew. He looked at the report in front of him, that had taken so long that some of the subordinates had wondered if they should ask him to set it aside for now just so he could get others done, and it was utterly clear to him. The whole tangle of words in it was undone, and he needed only a single glance to see the three or four key words that told him what he needed to do.
His stamp pounded down, and the report was spirited away. Miraculously, the next report was just as simple to understand as the previous, and Enma only needed the one glance to know the appropriate judgment. With Ushi-Baba throating his dick, dragging her cum-stained lips along his girth, rolling her tongue along his veins, Enma’s hands sped up.
Bam… Bam… Bam…
The sound of his stamps began to resonate through the office. Demons lifted their heads to see what the noise was. And Enma sped up even faster.
BAM-BAM-BAM
His stamps pounded out each report while Ushi-Baba slipped her tongue around his piss-hole.
Enma knew it was crazy. He knew they’d get found out. He knew there’d be consequences. But he shoved those thoughts aside. Ushi-Baba was doing her best to be nice to him, he finally realized, and as he tore through one backlogged stack of reports after another, he conceded that maybe he’d been too tight before. Feeling her mouth’s ministration on his dick, he felt the tension drain from his skull on down to pool in his cock, where Ushi-Baba was doing her best vacuum impersonation.
She stretched her lips into a flat-bottomed V, and at her farthest stretch, she pulled her phone out and got another selfie as he came again.
The brown-haired demon stayed down there for the next 5 hours. Enma was on a roll, and even though it wasn’t mandatory, a hell of a lot of the office stuck around while he was burning through the backlog with a fury that even the old-timers hadn’t seen for a long while. So Ushi-Baba couldn’t really escape from under the desk. After Enma’s 30 th ejaculation, she kind of lost track.
When the last of the main court followers left, nearing 2 AM, Enma let out a huge sigh as the ceiling lights went out, leaving him with only the light of his laptop. He pulled himself away from the table, and finally got another look at Ushi-Baba.
Her face was sweaty, messy, spit-covered and cum-splattered, her hair plastered to her forehead and a bubbly combination of jizz and drool completely drenching her lips, her chin, and her cleavage. Her white shirt was see-through from wetness, her breasts shiny with the liquid. One hand was buried in her unzipped pantsuit, the crotch thoroughly drenched with her own juices.
“You’re looking good, kid,” he said with a smile, as she beamed back at him.
“You know, I wondered how you had so many kids, but not anymore!” she said, before a cum burp erupted from her mouth, the cloudy-white bubble popping on her lips before she could cover her mouth with her hands. She looked at Enma with wide eyes. “Oops?”
“Haha!” Enma’s laugh boomed through the empty court. “Don’t worry about it. My wife’s done worse with less grace, and I didn’t mind it with her, either.” He helped Ushi-Baba up from under the table, and the pair adjusted their clothes before grabbing Ushi’s towels from her desk and wiping themselves down a bit.
Standing there, Ushi-Baba leaned against Enma, her horns just about reaching his collarbones. “Wanna take the break room cot?” Enma asked her.
“Only if I get to be the little spoon,” she said without any hesitation, or even opening her eyes. Enma saw the smile on her face though, and he chuckled.
The early arrivers at the office in the morning would see Enma and Ushi-Baba sleeping, the big demon king holding the smaller busty oni against his chest, and the smile of a very, very satisfied tigress on the girl.