The neighborhood that a Tiffany Cho found herself moving into was quiet, away from the bustle and chaos of the city. She was excited to start this new chapter in her life, just married over a year ago at a ripe age of 27 to her college sweetheart. He was a bright young man, wealthy, and best of all Chinese, everything her parents wanted.
Tiffany just wished she could say the same.
They had a wonderful honeymoon in Hawaii but it quickly became clear that being married did not improve his sexual prowess. She had hoped that committing herself to him would spark some fire in his belly, or more preferably his cock, but things were as quick as they ever were. Tiffany was left pleasuring herself most nights and it started to creep into the day when she was suppose to be doing her freelancing and personal projects.
Tiffany sighed trying to put those thoughts away and focus on moving boxes into her new home. Maybe things will get better she thought to herself. She smiled as she moved a box into her home office upstairs next to the master bedroom.
This particular box held some items she thought might help her husband get his gear working and maybe last longer. Tiffany opened the box and did a mental inventory check of its contents. Lingerie, platform high heels, lubricants of various kinds, and handcuffs were among the things that slowly brought a smile to her face.
The sight of it all started to make her wet and the heat of the summer was not helping. She slowly withdrew a small vibrator out from the box and settled into her desk she set up already. Her breathing quickened, making her chest rise and fall at the same rate. Tiffany gulped in regular intervals to keep herself from drooling like an idiot. Her hands got busy and moved along her thin frame. Her B cup breasts were begging to be freed from her black bra and she pulled them out slowly beneath her grey T shirt. Before long, Tiffany’s hands switched on the small dull buzz of her pink vibrator and moved it over her black panties beneath her blue skirt.
She gasped quietly as she let herself feel the embrace of the pleasure she was supplying to herself. Her panties were getting wetter and wetter as her moans started to grow louder and louder.
She was close. She was going to cum. Tiffany could feel the heat surge through her body as she picked up the pace circling her clit with the vibrator and squeezing her breasts.
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“Look what we have here” a voice boomed from behind her suddenly.
Tiffany jolted to attention just moments before reaching her climax. Her chair swiveled around and she was greeted with the sight of two white men dressed plainly in beat up T shirts and jeans.
It was the movers with the rest of her and her husband’s possessions. Tiffany had completely forgotten they would be there before noon. She froze, her breathing all but stopped as she gazed at them wide eyed with her small features quivering and her body exposed to them.
“Need some help there miss?” The voice boomed again. His was the closest to her with his hand on the back of her chair. Tiffany looked up at him and beheld his bald head and messy facial hair. The expression on his face was hungry and it did not escape Tiffany’s notice. It felt strange. It felt more welcomed than it should ever be.
“Yeah miss. We’re here to help” the other man said. Tiffany turned quickly as the other man spoke. He had a full head of curly hair and his face was clean shaven. Both looked to be at least double her age.
A million thoughts were running through her head but it was quickly grounded to a halt when the curly haired man started to run his hands up Tiffany’s leg. She gasped at the feel of his rough palm running up her smooth long legs. His skin looked far darker than it usually would when contrasted greatly when he pressed hard against her flesh. His bald companion followed suit and did the same to her other leg. The sensation was driving Tiffany wild and her mind was running in a hot mess. She felt something burn inside her as she let out a small whimper.
“Ahhhh… wait… I’m married…” Tiffany said dropping the vibrator and trying to cover herself as well as showing her large engagement ring and wedding band.
“Then you don’t need our help?” The bald mover said with a wry smile. His hand stopped just short of Tiffany’s sex, mirrored by the curly haired man. Tiffany took that moment to try to close her leg but the heat from her mound, quivering and spilling juices made her pause. She took a small look at her hand where her wedding ring was before looking up at the movers with mouths watering and eyes undressing what little clothing remained on her. Gulping, Tiffany spread her legs a bit more before leaning back in her chair.
“What’s this now?” The curly haired mover said with a wicked smile.
“Please give me a hand…” Tiffany said through a shaken exhale.
The two movers exchanged a very quick glance at each other before moving to action. Immediately the bald man started to run his fat finger up and down Tiffany’s pussy. She gasped and moaned loudly but was quickly silenced by the curly haired mover’s lips that locked against hers. Tiffany felt his tongue dart into her mouth and plundered around with impunity. Her tongue was putting up just as poor of a struggle as the rest of her body against the waves of pleasure that seemed unending.
The sensations Tiffany was feeling was being amplified minute by minute as the bald man started to finger her pussy. She didn’t want to say it but his finger seemed bigger than her husband’s cock.
“Fuck…” she said. Tiffany typically never cursed, only in times of high pressure or anxiety.
“Yeah you like that?” The bald man taunted already knowing the answer.
“Bigger than your pin prick husband?” He continued as he shoved his finger deeper and pumping it faster.
“Yes…” Tiffany said reluctantly as her body seized up. She was feeling every fiber of her body twist in a way she never could do on her own. In a matter of moments Tiffany was in throes of the best orgasm of her life. Her mouth opened wide as she screamed at the top of her lungs as she squirted violently and covered not just her office chair but the hardwood floor before her. The sound was like rain on a roof during a downpour and the two movers howled and laughed in amusement.
“Look at the little chunk go!” The bald one said as he withdrew his finger and stood up.
“Think it’s our turn now” the other said in a boisterous chuckle. It took a bit of time to come to her senses but Tiffany managed to regain some composure as the two men closed in on her with their crotches at eye level of her. Without thinking, Tiffany’s hands moved and undid their belt buckles and let their pants fall to the floor. It was like magic watching her move, freeing their fully erect cocks from their boxers.
The sight of them was beyond anything Tiffany ever imagined. She was stunned at the size of them. Unfortunately she did not have time to gaze and marvel at them, as the bald mover took her by the head and forced his while length into her. Tiffany gagged as his cock immediately came in contact with the back of her throat. There was still a bit more of his cock to go and he was determined to have Tiffany’s nose kiss his pelvis. Through some effort and largely ignoring the pathetic struggle Tiffany put up he succeeded.
“Aww fuck yes…” he moaned as the bald mover held his cock down Tiffany’s throat for a moment. Finally he moved his length out of her mouth as Tiffany gasped for air. Her break was short lived when his curly haired collegue replaces his friend’s cock and pumped into her mouth. The back and forth continued for a bit as Tiffany got more and more light headed as the movers used her mouth as they pleased.
“Let’s get to some real action” one of them said. Tiffany was too dazed to see who as she was hoisted up thrown onto her table. She rested on her stomach as she felt something hot kiss the opening of her pussy. Tiffany turned to see the bald man lining up his cock just moments before he shoved his whole length in with very little effort or resistance. All of Tiffany’s muscles tended as she screamed in pleasure, growing louder and louder with each pump of the man behind her. Again her mouth was silenced into a muffle when the curly hair mover stuck his slic cock into her mouth. The two pumped back and forth hard, barely giving Tiffany a chance to catch her breath. She had lost track of how many times she came but one thing was certain and that was she was feeling more alive than she ever did before.
Tiffany felt a sudden pulse deep in her pussy.
“Fuck I’m going to cum!” The bald man said.
“Shit me too…” the curly haired mover grunted. The two remove themselves from Tiffany’s holes and pushed her to the floor. They took her face and let loose their loads all over her. The feeling was beyond anything she ever felt. It was hot to the touch and sending waves of electricity all over her skin. Each rope of hot cum seemed to push her over the edge as they covered her and brought her to orgasm.
Finally relieved of their heavy load, absolutely coating Tiffany from head to toe the two men laughed and started to take pictures with their phones. Barely summoning the strength to wipe her eyes, Tiffany sees them taking their souvenirs. Smiling she struggles up.
“My husband won’t be back till tomorrow…” Tiffany said remembering her husband’s business trip.
“I think I could use more help…” Tiffany said scooping up a large helping of cum with her finger into her mouth.