The team was hungry and wanted someone to go out and fetch them some viddles from a window. I didn’t have much going on that night, the lines were running well, and my counterpart could handle things if they went sideways for a little bit. We had been goofing around down on the line, and he thought it would be hilarious to repeatedly slam my body against the stainless steel tank, making it boom across the loud production floor. It knocked me breathless and turned me on at the same time. I needed to relieve some tension, so going on a food run was the perfect solution. I took their orders and slipped into my outside clothes, just a broken pair of overalls and a tee shirt. I was feeling kinky and adventurous, and thought it might be fun to spin up some bored, late night drive thru workers. Once I got out of the parking lot at work, I shimmied my shirt off. I drove through downtown in the early morning hour, my tits bouncing unrestrained under the denim. My nipples hardened from the friction against the rough fabric. It felt exhilarating to be driving through the empty streets basically topless. I pulled up to the drive thru order board, and waited. A male voice came over the crackling speaker “Welcome to So&So’s, can I take your order?” I apologized in advance, and told him I had a pretty big order- he assured me they would have no problem filling it. I bet they won’t, I thought to myself mischievously. I read through the list of requests, and was told to pull forward for my total.
The window opened and the drive thru guy poked out his head to tell me the damage, but instead just froze. At this moment I was glad for my old beater pick up. While I usually lamented about how difficult it was to get in and out of due to it being so tall, it put me level with the drive thru window, and in the perfect position to completely flash these unsuspecting bystanders with my exposed tit. I looked back at him innocently, but he was staring at the boob that was just a short reach away. That silly broken strap had come apart again, oops! One of his co-worker buddies came up behind to see why he was just hanging out the window without saying anything. “Your friend seems to have lost his train of thought” I said with a teasing grin. They both just stood there, mouths agape, not knowing what to say. I cleared my throat and asked “How much?” and leaned closer to the window, I wanted to make sure they could hear me over all the non existent traffic noise. “Um, how much for what?” asked the older of the two. He had salt and pepper hair and a day or two’s worth of stubble on his face, not a bad looking guy at all. He was absolutely dumbstruck, I would have figured this kind of thing happened all the time, and they would be used to seeing bare breasts while handing out mocha shakes and foil paper wrapped roast beef sandwiches. I did want to spin them up a bit, and I achieved my goal, but I was curious as to how far I could take it. I put the truck in park, turned and leaned out into their window, bringing my face close to the older one. “How much…do you want to put your hands all over these big tits of mine?” I asked as I unhooked the second, unbroken strap, and rested my fun bags on the window counter. He didn’t waste any time and immediately grabbed at them with his rough hands, and placed his face between them, inhaling deeply. He rubbed his stubble against my hardened nipples, and began firmly sucking. I could feel a twinge of excitement in my lower region at the sensation. The younger of the two stood back, mouth still hanging open, unbelieving. I took pity on him and asked him to join, explaining that I had 2 tits, and I needed both of them to get sucked. I leaned in further, and grabbed hold of his belt loop, bringing him in closer to the party. They were both kneading and licking the hell out of my knockers, their heads bumping into each other in their frenzy. I reached down between them to check boner status. Oh how fun, both of them were pitching impressive tents in their corporate issued uniform trousers! I gripped the older one through the poly cotton blend, impressed with his girth, and stroked through the cloth.This quickly bored me, and I slipped my hand under his waist band, my fingers immediately made slick from the droplets of pre cum that had already escaped his circumsized fuckstick. “You have the fattest dick I have ever had in my hand” I told him, genuinely impressed. “If you guys are game, I wanna see who can shoot their load all over these big tits of mine first.” Within seconds, the both of them had dropped trou and were standing next to each other, stroking furiously. I reached down and palmed their balls, noticing the differences between the two of them. The younger guy had balls that were small and tight, and he had the porn star shaved all over look-not really my thing at all. The older of the two had more character. His sac hung down further, and he was more bearish. Quoting Goldilocks in my head, “this one is juuuust right.” Both of them were stroking with frenzy, cocks glistening. I pulled my hand off the younger one, and slipped it down my overalls so I could finger myself while they beat off together in front of me. I pinched my clit, rolled my fingertips roughly against it, slid two fingers into my hot, wet cunt. The younger guy came first, blowing his load on my right breast. I breathlessly congratulated him on winning the race. Not to be outdone, the older one leaned forward, and with a guttural moan, shot spasm after spasm of cum all over both tits, at least 3 times more than the younger. Holy shit, this guy was packing! He painted my tits white. “Fucking amazing!” I cried out at the sight of my globes covered in all that. They both stood there for a second, admiring their collaborative effort. From behind them I heard a “What the fuck?!” and saw a guy holding a tray of carefully packed carry out bags. Oh, the line cook! He didn’t get included in all the fun because he was stuck making my co-workers their orders. He looked absolutely dejected that he didn’t get to participate. “Tell you what, since you missed out on playing with my boobs, you get the grand prize. I want you to finish off this little bukkake party by giving me a facial. Would that make your night better?” I asked. He nodded in agreement, then pulled out his dick and started beating off. I leaned my face down, smearing their mingled cum all over thru drive thru counter, into my skin. He was a quick rabbit as well, and within a minute he was twitching, and I felt his sauce spurt onto my face. I smiled, and thanked them all for the great time, and asked how much I owed them for the food. “Uh, it’s on the house” they all basically said in unison. I asked for a few extra napkins to clean up a bit before I walked back into work, and drove off. The older one leaned out the window and yelled “Come again” at my taillights. “Yeah, you too” I mumbled, smiling to myself. I put my shirt back on at a stoplight, and delivered the bags to the break room, hoping they were still luke warmish. “They were getting slammed and were short handed” I mentioned to someone who noticed that the food wasn’t very hot. I stopped by the production office where my counterpart was, and sat next to him at the desk. He looked up, did a double take, noticing the glob of obvious spooge that I missed in my hair, and started laughing. I just grinned, held up 3 fingers, and handed him a sandwich.
Author: jibbytart
Story Slam Slam [FM]
Went out tonight, a social event, human peoples gathering together to chat and share an experience. I was solo this evening. I sometimes drag P to outings, people love her exuberance, she’s such a queen bee. Drones buzz around her, hoping she’ll take them to her hive. With her, I can sit back and observe the animalistic mating behaviors of our species. Not tonight though, it was just me. I’d been feeling especially keyed up for the past few weeks, I was hoping the story telling and people watching might calm my overactive nerves.
I had ditched my usual baggy jeans/t-shirt attire for something a little more appropriate for an arty Story Slam crowd. Leggings and a loose fitting tunic shirt that hung down mid thigh. I had even broken out an actual bra, the red one that was just a little too small to completely contain the girls-my cleavage was practically spilling out of my low cut shirt. I felt a little self conscious, but not enough to change.
I got to the event room at the art center, grabbed a drink from the cash bar, and stood at a table in the back corner. I had been sitting at my work desk all day, and it felt so nice to lean up against this tall table. I tend to fidget and move when I’m standing, and I didn’t want to distract others with my kinetic whatnots. There were windows behind me, I could watch the headlights speed past down the main street it was absolutely mesmerizing. The room was filling up quickly, the buzz of a hundred people trying to talk at once.
I was gazing out the window when I felt someone standing beside me at the table. A tenor voice asked if I minded sharing the space. I turned my face to him and jokingly said I’d been waiting all night just for him to show up. I took a long sip of my drink, and smiled. He laughed and I saw him peer down and linger on my chest. I was leaning on the table at an angle that basically let him look completely down my shirt front. I held my position, and felt hot, it excited me to tease this stranger. I was kind enough to warn him about my inability to stand still for any amount of time. He said he had the same unfortunate affliction, and that made us the perfect table mates.
Story teller introductions started and the room was darkened, the only lights being on the performers and the passing cars. We both leaned closely against the tiny table. Within moments of the room going dark, our arms, then fingers touched. Instant animal magnetism. He placed his hand over mine and slowly, rhythmically rubbed his thumb into my palm. I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering out loud. He moved so he was standing behind me, and in the dark slipped his hands under the loose fabric of my shirt. He deftly unhooked my bra, freeing my large breasts from their satin prison, and ran his fingers up and down my spine. His breath was hot against my neck, and I felt myself pressing back against him. He moved his fingers from my back, around to cup my heavy breasts in both hands, pinching, kneading them. He started whispering the most amazing filth right against my ear, telling me his own story, in very explicit detail what liberties he wanted to take with my body. I tried reaching my own hands back to touch him, but he commanded I keep hold on the table… he guaranteed that he was going to make me lose my balance if I didn’t hold on to something. I could feel his stiff cock pressed against my backside, I couldn’t help but wiggle against it. One of his hands continued to massage my tits, while the other trailed down, slipping inside the waistband of my leggings, and found my pussy, already wet and throbbing for his touch. I wanted to cry out, but couldn’t risk drawing attention to us. The story telling was still going on, the rest of the audience in rapt attention, but all I could hear was his hot, quiet pornographic murmurs against my ear. His fingers slipped easily inside me, the heel of his hand rubbing against my clit, while his cock was grinding against me from behind. He was right, I needed to hold on to that table or I would have fallen. I looked to my right, and wondered if anyone driving past even realized what they could see out of the corner of their eye.That just excited me more, thinking random passersby were catching subliminal images of someone getting finger banged in the windows of the art center.I’m sure it happens all the time.I was shaking quietly, he removed his hand from my breast, and I felt him fumble with his own pants, then felt cool air as he pulled my waistband down from behind. My tunic shirt long enough to hide our exposure from the front. He bent me forward against the table, spread my legs with his own, and guided his cock into me from behind, fucking me so painfully slowly. It was absolute torture, I needed his dick fast and furious, I needed to fucking cum right then! He kept at the slow, barely moving pace, my frustration building. The last performer before the break was nearly done with their tale. He slid himself out of me, and adjusted his pants, re-positioning himself next to me, like nothing out of the ordinary was going on. Intermission was called and people start moving about the room. He grabbed my hand and lead me out to the lobby, behind the stairs where there is a locking changing room for the dance class held during the week. He bent me over the counter in front of the mirror, hands tugging at his pants, I pulled down my leggings, and he slammed that rock hard cock back inside of me. We watched ourselves fuck in the mirror, there was no slow tenderness that time, it was hard, deep rutting. His eyes were dark and heavy in the mirror, watching my reactions to his dirty whispers, watching my tits bounce to the rhythm of his thrusts. I could feel my orgasm building quickly, silently panting. I pushed back against the counter to take him deeper. The tip of him kept colliding with my g spot, and I was quickly climaxing, my cunt gripping him in spasm after spasm. He hoarsely murmured that he needed to cum and asked where I wanted it. I practically begged him to cum on my tits. He pulled out and I turned around, watching his hands stroke himself. I got down on my knees in front of his beautiful package, and couldn’t help myself, I shoved his hand away and took him in my mouth instead, my own hand wrapping around his silken skin. He tasted amazing, his pre cum mixed with the taste of my own. I cupped his balls, and massaged the space behind them firmly. My tongue trailed over the tip of his cock, the same tip that minutes ago was furiously bruising the deepest part of me. I took all of him in my mouth, held him there, and sucked firmly. His hands guided my head, making me take him deeper, I was up for the challenge. I pressed my fingers harder behind his balls, rubbing small circles against the sensitive spot. I heard him moan quietly, and gutterally warn me that he was cumming, then felt his dick twitch, his warm load filling my mouth. So much delicious cum, I swallowed the lot of it, and held him there until the spasms stopped. He was a gentleman, and helped me up off the floor, then re-hooked my bra. My hands lingered on his package, stroking his soft, wet skin as I helped him pull up his pants, tucking himself away. As we left the changing room, he playfully asked if he would see me at the next Story Slam. A wink and a maybe was my reply as I walked out into the chill February night. I couldn’t wait to get home and share my story about my adventure out on the town with my sexy penpal. It gets me off when he lets me know a story has tickled his pervy bone. I hope he can get off to this one, and tell me about it.
First Burlesque show [FMM bi]
I’m nervous, but exhilarated behind the screen. It’s blocking me from seeing the packed room. The MC JB is trading bawdy jokes with Red-she’s the reason I’m here. Several years prior Joley and I went to see their show at this terrible venue out by the old power plant buildings. The guy who took our money was behind bullet proof glass. We were feeling adventurous that night, both happy to have escaped from our respective keepers for a few hours. A little bit of bone deep fear for our lives was nothing compared to the freedom we were feeling. The show began, and I was in awe of these beautiful, real ladies exposing their bodies and souls to me. They were smiling, laughing, belly dancing, performing silly skits, singing their songs, shaking their pasty-covered nipples at the audience, reveling in their myriad of shapes and dimples. I was transfixed, and have only missed a one or two shows since. That night I met Red- Joley had gone out to smoke, and I was left alone. This red headed spirit swooped in next to me, threw her arms around me and said I looked like someone she needed to get to know. At the time, I felt it was part of the show, but over the years our awkwardness has bloomed into a kind of weird friendship and shared love of black cats.