Office Manager's Stocking Sluts

Terrence locked his office at six and felt the day's restraint finally split. He was thirty, the office manager, and for weeks he had stopped pretending he did not want exactly what Tamara and Rebecca kept offering in plain language. Tamara was fifty-five, a widow with an average build, sharp-eyed and direct, a woman who said fuck when she meant fuck. Rebecca was fifty-five too, the floor's typist, big through the hips and the belly, blessed with massive tits that strained every blouse she owned. None of it had been a secret. The three of them had flirted in the open—dirty jokes at the coffee station, Tamara's fingers lingering on his wrist, Rebecca leaning over his desk until those heavy breasts nearly brushed his shoulder—until the wanting sat between them like heat. No one was trapped in it. He held no leash on their jobs that they had not already laughed off; they had chased this as hard as he had, three willing adults naming the night until the only thing left was to live it.

Tamara found him at the copier just before close, stockings whispering under her skirt, heels ticking on the tile. She did not lower her voice for the empty hall.

"My house after work," she said. "I am going to fuck you. Rebecca wants you to suck her massive tits while I ride that cock. She has already told me how she is going to feed them to your mouth. Say yes if you still want it as badly as you did at lunch."

"Yes," Terrence said, and the word came out rough. "I want both of you. I have wanted this since you two started saying it out loud."

"Then do not keep a widow waiting," Tamara said, smiling like she already had him inside her. "And do not keep those tits waiting either. She has been aching for your tongue all week."

Rebecca caught him at the elevator, fifty-five and gloriously unbothered by the way her big build filled the doorway. A button on her blouse had given up. She looked at his mouth and wet her own lip with the tip of her tongue.

"Tamara told you the plan," she said. "Good. I want that mouth sucking hard. I want your hands all over them, squeezing, playing, not being polite. We have said it for weeks and I am done saying it without getting it. You still in?"

"All the way in," he said.

"Then get in your car." Her eyes dropped to the ridge already forming in his pants and she laughed, low and pleased. "Save that cock for us. We are going to use every inch of it."

He drove with the window cracked and his pulse beating in his groin. Every red light handed him another picture: Tamara's stocking-clad thighs spread over him, Rebecca's huge bare breasts filling his hands, the two of them eager and loud and completely sure. By the time he turned into Tamara's driveway his fingers were tight on the wheel and his pants were a mean, throbbing misery. The porch light burned warm against the dusk. The door opened before his knuckles touched the wood, and Tamara stood there in her heels, eyes bright, already reaching for his tie like she had been counting the minutes.

Inside, the house smelled like warm skin and the perfume Tamara wore when she wanted to be noticed. Rebecca was already there, blouse gone, massive tits bare and heavy, a skirt still buttoned at her wide waist. She looked Terrence over like a meal she had ordered.

"Bedroom," Tamara said, taking his hand. "Now. We are not wasting a minute of you on small talk."

They led him straight down the hall and into the bedroom, Rebecca's bare breasts swaying, Tamara's heels clicking so he felt both women closing in. The lamp was on. The bed was turned down. Neither of them hesitated.

"Strip him," Rebecca said, voice gone thick. "I want him naked before I put these in his face."

They did it together, eager and a little rough. Tamara dragged his tie free. Rebecca worked his belt, knuckles brushing the hard length under his pants, and she made a hungry sound when she felt how ready he was. Shirt buttons gave under four hands. His jacket hit the chair. Tamara shoved his pants and briefs down in one impatient pull, and his cock sprang up, thick and flushed, already wet at the tip.

"Look at that," Tamara said, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and giving it one slow, filthy stroke. "Big enough for both of us. I told you I was going to fuck this."

"And I told you I wanted your mouth," Rebecca said, though what she pushed at him were her tits, lifting one huge soft breast so the nipple dragged across his lips. "Let us finish getting you bare."

They peeled the rest away until he stood naked between them, thirty and hard and shaking with it. Tamara had not taken off her stockings or her heels. Sheer nylon clung to her average, lovely legs, and the heels tilted her ass when she pressed to his side. She was bare above the stockings, breasts modest and tight-nippled, cunt already slick where she rubbed it against his hip. Rebecca stayed in her skirt and nothing else, topless, the big build of her warm and overwhelming, those massive tits crushed to his chest so his cock smeared precum across the soft hang of her belly.

"Feel that," Rebecca murmured, guiding his hands to the heavy undersides. "All week I have pictured you buried in them. Play with them. Get them wet with your spit. I want your tongue on every inch before Tamara sits on you."

Tamara laughed against his ear, one stockinged thigh sliding between his. "She can have your mouth. I am taking the cock. I am going to ride you until I scream, and then I am going to scream again. You stay hard for both of us. That is the deal we all wanted."

"I want it," Terrence said. His palms sank into Rebecca's tits, thumbs finding the wide dark nipples, and she pushed into the squeeze with a broken moan. "I need both of you on me."

"Then get on the bed," Tamara said, stroking him slower, meaner, until his cock jumped in her fist and precum rolled over her thumb. She licked it off without looking away. "On your back. Cock up. I am going to fuck you while you suck her massive tits, just like we said. You are going to take every filthy second."

Rebecca crowded his other side, skirt brushing his bare thigh, one huge breast lifted to his mouth. "Open up when I tell you. I want to feel you pulling on them. When Tamara is done screaming on that big cock, I have plans for the rest of it." She squeezed his shaft once, hard, and grinned at the throb. "Rock-hard already. Get on that bed."

He went, cock bouncing, the head dark and wet. The two older women followed him onto the mattress, stockings and heels and bare heavy tits and dirty eager mouths, and the bedroom air went thick with their breathing.

He hit the mattress on his back, cock standing up off his belly, thick and shining. Tamara climbed over him in her stockings and heels, nylon whispering as she swung a knee to either side of his hips. She reached down, fitted the swollen head to her slick cunt, and sank.

Heat closed around him in one greedy slide. She was soaked. From underneath her average build looked shameless, breasts swaying, mouth open, stockings taut as she took him to the root and sat there stuffed full, heels digging into the mattress.

"That big cock," she breathed. "Stay still and let me use it."

Rebecca knelt by his shoulder, skirt rucked, topless and magnificent. She cupped one massive tit and fed it to his mouth, the heavy weight spilling over his chin, nipple already tight.

"Suck," she said. "Greedy. I want to feel it."

Terrence opened and took her in. His lips sealed around the wide nipple and he sucked hard, tongue flicking, while his hands kneaded the enormous soft weight of both breasts, fingers sinking into the warm give of them. Rebecca moaned and pushed more of herself at him until he was buried in tit, spit shining on her skin, his cock just as deep in Tamara's cunt.

Tamara started to ride. She rose until only the head stayed inside, then dropped, ass slapping his hips, stockings rasping when she leaned in to watch him nurse. The wet sound of her cunt filled the bedroom. She fucked him in a filthy rhythm, grinding her clit down on every plunge, using his cock the way she had promised.

"Sucking those massive tits while I ride you," she said, voice fraying. "Your mouth is a mess. Give him the other one."

Rebecca switched breasts, dragging the wet nipple free and stuffing the other into his mouth. Terrence sucked harder, one hand rolling the abandoned nipple, the other squeezing the heavy underside until her moan went high. He played without mercy, kneading, lifting, licking the sweat from the deep crease while Tamara's cunt clutched and slid.

"Harder," Rebecca panted. "Pinch them. I want them sore and shiny."

Tamara planted her hands on his chest and rode faster, heels scraping, her cunt making obscene sounds every time she slammed down. Her thighs shook. Her nipples had gone tight and dark.

"I am going to come," she gasped. "Do not stop sucking her. I want you buried in those tits when I— oh fuck—"

She came the first time screaming. It tore out of her, raw and loud, a full-throated scream as her cunt clamped and fluttered around his cock in hard milking pulses. She ground in frantic circles, stockings taut, heels braced, screaming while Rebecca held his head to her breast and he sucked, tongue wild, hands full of soft heavy flesh. She did not climb off. She stayed seated, shaking, then started to move again, chasing the next one with shameless hunger.

"Again," she said, wrecked. "Keep that mouth on her tits. I can feel how hard you are. Do not you dare come yet. This cock is mine until I scream twice."

Terrence groaned around Rebecca's nipple and obeyed, sucking one massive tit and then the other, spit stringing from his lip, while Tamara rode him with renewed fury. She bounced, ass slapping, the wet clasp of her cunt dragging over every inch. Her huge breasts smothered his face. The room smelled like cunt and sweat and perfume.

"Right there," Tamara choked. "Your cock is so deep. He is throbbing in me. I am coming again—"

The second orgasm hit harder. She screamed it, head thrown back, a long filthy wail as her cunt seized and gushed, slick running down his balls. She slammed down and stayed, hips jerking, screaming his name and then just screaming, wordless, while he sucked through it and played with the spit-slick weight of those massive tits. She collapsed forward at last, panting, still stuffed full of him, still twitching.

"Two," she gasped, shaky and filthy. "I came twice. Screamed my throat raw on your cock. And you are still so hard."

Rebecca pulled her breast from his mouth with a wet sound and stared at the thick cock still buried in Tamara.

"My turn," she said. She climbed off just long enough to shove the skirt down her wide hips and step out of it. Underneath she wore nothing but seamed stockings, dark seams running straight up the backs of her big soft thighs. She turned, showed him the heavy swell of her ass, massive tits hanging, and looked back over her shoulder.

"I want that big cock in my ass," Rebecca said.

Tamara eased off him, his cock springing free, glazed in her cum, still rigid. She grabbed the bottle from the nightstand and pressed it into his hand.

Rebecca bent over the edge of the mattress, seamed stockings taut, ass up, and spread herself. Her asshole winked, already a little shiny.

"Lube me up," she said.

Terrence slicked his fingers and his cock, generous and messy. He pressed two lubed fingers to her ass and worked them in, slow then deeper, feeling her open with a filthy grunt. He pumped, scissored, added more until she was dripping and pushing back.

"Enough fingers," she panted. "Put that big cock in. Fuck my ass. Deep and hard. I have been wanting it."

He set the head against her lubed hole and pushed. The tight ring resisted, then gave, and he sank into blazing heat, inch by thick inch, until his hips met the soft cushion of her big ass and he was buried to the balls. Her moan was low and delighted.

"Yes. All of it. Now move."

He fucked her ass the way she asked, deep and hard. Each stroke dragged out to the head and punched back in, lube squelching, her seamed stockings creasing as her thighs shook. Her massive tits swung under her. He reached around and caught them, kneading those huge soft mounds while he pounded her, the slap of his hips loud against her flesh. Tamara watched from the bed, stockings and heels still on, one hand between her legs, eyes fixed where his cock vanished into Rebecca's ass.

"That big ass is swallowing you," Tamara said, hoarse from screaming. "Harder. Then give me what I want on those tits."

"Wreck my ass," Rebecca gasped, shoving back. "I want to feel this tomorrow. Deeper. Your cock is so thick in there. Do not come inside. I want it on my tits. All of it."

He drove into her, relentless, the tight clutch of her ass milking him, lube and heat and the obscene sound of it shoving him to the edge. She moaned openly, telling him to use her hole, and he did, hips snapping, cock plunging deep, until the pressure at the base of his spine went white-hot.

"I am going to come," he gritted.

"On my tits," Rebecca gasped. She pulled off him with a wet pop, dropped to her knees, and lifted those massive breasts in both hands. "Cover them. Come on them. I want them glazed."

He stroked twice, slick from her ass shining on his fist, and came in thick ropes across her huge tits. The first stripe hit her nipple and spilled into the cleft. The next painted the upper slopes, heavy and white, and he kept pumping, emptying himself in messy pulses until her massive tits were covered, cum strung between them, shining, a drop sliding down toward the dark seam of her stocking.

Tamara dropped to her knees before the last rope finished sliding down Rebecca's skin. She caught those cum-glazed tits in both hands and licked, tongue dragging through the thick white mess, gathering it from nipple, cleft, and soft underside, every drop. Rebecca moaned, satisfied and filthy, arching so Tamara could chase a streak to the edge of a seamed stocking and back up.

"Get it all," Rebecca said. "Then give it to me."

Tamara licked her clean and kissed her open and sloppy, pushing Terrence's cum into her mouth. Their tongues swapped it, strings shining between their lips, both women moaning, greedy, not gentle.

Terrence lay back, cock spent and shining, watching them devour what he had painted on those massive tits. The three of them caught their breath in the wreck of the bed, stockings and heels and the smell of sex thick around them, already whispering about the next time at Tamara's house.

"Next time," Tamara whispered against Rebecca's cum-smeared mouth, "you bring that cock back here and I take it in my ass while she sits on your face."

Rebecca squeezed a cum-wet nipple and whispered it filthy against his ear. "Then you pull out and glaze these massive tits again so she can suck every drop of your cum off them while I hold them up for her."