It starts out like any other day but I have a new guy called Peter to show around. It is his first day and I am feeling particularly horny. My blouse is so tight, my tits threaten to spill out of my blouse. Every time Peter looks at them, I feel like they're begging to be touched, and today, I decide to indulge them.
"Hi Peter," I say with a giggle, my breasts bouncing slightly as I walk towards him. His eyes immediately dart down to my chest. The little fucker can't help it.
We start the tour of the office. I lean over the photocopier, making sure he gets a good look down my shirt. "This is where you can make copies," I say, my tits practically in his face. He tries to act professional, but his eyes keep wandering back to my cleavage. It's like watching a kid trying not to look at a cookie jar.
As we walk down the hallway, my tits sway back and forth. He keeps stumbling over his words. "Here's the...uh...bathroom." His voice cracks.
We reach the break room and I lean against the counter, giving him a clear view of my assets. "Would you like some coffee?" I ask.
"Yeah," he stammers, his eyes glued to my chest. "Black."
"Coming right up," I purr, making sure to arch my back so he can see the outline of my nipples pressing against the fabric.
Finally, we reach my office, and I decide it's time to make my move. I sit down at my desk, making sure to cross my legs so he can see up my skirt. He's practically drooling. "Do you like what you see?" I ask, batting my eyelashes.
"Jane, I..." he starts, but I cut him off by standing up and walking over to him.
"It's okay," I whisper, placing a hand on his chest. "I know you've been staring at my tits all day. Why don't you just come clean?"
He looks shocked, but his dick is already starting to bulge in his pants. "They're just...so big," he says, his voice low and husky.
"You want to touch them, don't you?" I ask, my voice a little breathless.
He nods, and I lean in closer. "Then go ahead," I whisper, "But don't forget, I've seen the size of your cock too."
Without another word, he reaches out and cups my tits in his hands. They're so big, he can barely hold them both. He squeezes gently, and I moan.
"They're so soft," he says, his voice filled with wonder.
"They're all yours," I reply, taking his hand and placing it on my bare skin.
He starts to knead them, his thumbs brushing over my erect nipples. "They're so sensitive," I gasp, pushing my chest into his hands.
He leans in and kisses me, and I feel his hard-on pressing against my thigh. I push him back and drop to my knees, reaching for his belt.
"Oh, Peter," I murmur, pulling out his massive cock. "You weren't kidding."
He groans as I take him in my mouth, my tits bouncing with each bob of my head. He's so big, it's like trying to swallow a fucking baseball bat. But I'm determined to make him cum.
I suck him deep, my cheeks hollowing out as I take him all the way in. He's thick and long, and I can feel him hitting the back of my throat. I look up at him with big, doe eyes, my mouth full of cock.
"Fuck, Jane," he groans, his hands tangling in my hair. "You're so good at this."
I smile around his dick, loving the way he's losing control. I want him to fuck me hard, so I get up and push him into the chair. I straddle him, my tits bouncing in his face as I lower myself onto his cock.
He fills me up completely, stretching me wider than I've ever been. I throw my head back and scream as he starts to move. My tits jiggle with every thrust, smacking against my chest.
"Oh, Peter," I moan, "Your cock is so fucking huge."
He grabs my hips and starts to pound into me, my breasts bouncing in his face. I play with them, pinching my nipples until they're rock hard.
He's fucking me so hard, my tits are practically slapping him in the face. But I don't care. All I care about is the feeling of his monster cock inside me.
I'm so wet, I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. "Fuck me harder," I beg, my voice hoarse.
He obliges, slamming into me with all his might. My tits are bouncing like crazy, and I can feel them smacking against my chest with every stroke.
Finally, I come, my pussy clenching around his dick. He groans and pulls out, his cum spurting all over my tits.
"Oh, fuck," I gasp, my chest glistening with his seed.
"Is this what it's like all the time, working here?" he says, still panting.
I look down at my breasts, now covered in cum. "Only for the new guys and you've made a mess," I say with a grin.
"Let me clean it up," he offers, leaning in to lick them clean.
As he does, I can't help but think that maybe this won't be the last time we fuck in the office. |
