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.