Ethan blinked in the dim light of his bedroom, the sticky mess in his pants cooling against his skin. The dream of Lila lingered like a sweet ache, her perfect body and warm pussy still fresh in his mind. But that voice from the street had it been real? He sat up, heart racing, and shuffled to the window, pulling back the curtain. A beat-up blue sedan pulled into the empty driveway next door, the one that had sat vacant for weeks. The driver's door opened, and out stepped a woman who made his cock stir instantly.
She was in her late thirties, with long brown hair tied in a messy ponytail, wearing a tight white tank top that hugged her massive tits easily double Ds, maybe bigger, straining the fabric so much he could see the outline of her bra underneath. They jiggled with every move as she stretched her arms, her nipples poking through like hard peaks. Her jeans clung to wide hips and a round ass, but those tits... fuck, they were made for wrapping around a cock, squeezing tight for a sloppy titjob, cum shooting up to coat her chin. She looked tired, bags under her eyes, but sexy as hell, with full lips and a soft face that screamed 'bang me.' A small boy, about ten years old, climbed out the passenger side, rubbing his eyes, backpack slung over one shoulder.
Ethan's mind raced. Who was she? New neighbor? He didn't think twice. Yanking on a clean shirt and jeans over his cum-soaked boxers too hurried to change fully he rushed out the door, feet pounding the stairs. The morning air hit him cool as he jogged across the lawn, heart thumping not just from the run.
'Hey!' he called, waving as he approached. The woman turned, startled, her huge breasts bouncing with the motion. Up close, she was even hotter freckles across her nose, green eyes wide. The kid hung back by the car, staring shyly.
'Oh, hi,' she said, voice soft and a bit shaky. 'You live next door? I'm Mia. Just moved in... sort of.' She forced a smile, but her hands trembled as she unlocked the trunk, pulling out a suitcase.
'Ethan,' he replied, stepping closer, eyes flicking to her chest before meeting her gaze. God, those tits were right there, so full and heavy. 'Yeah, been empty for a while. Need a hand with that?'
She hesitated, then nodded. 'Thanks. It's been a rough night.' As he grabbed the bag, she sighed. 'Actually... can I talk to you for a sec? Alone?' She glanced at her son. 'Timmy, go wait in the car, okay? Mommy's just chatting with the nice man.'
The boy nodded and climbed back in. Mia led Ethan a few steps away, her hips swaying, ass cheeks flexing in those tight jeans. 'Look, this is embarrassing, but... we got robbed last night. In our old place, right before moving. Took everything clothes, money, even our IDs mostly. Timmy's at a summer camp thing right now, but he comes back in a few days for holidays. I... I don't have anywhere to crash tonight. The house here's a mess, no beds set up yet. Could I... maybe spend the night at your place? Just one night, till I sort things out? I'd pay you back, I swear.'
Her eyes pleaded, and Ethan felt his cock harden at the thought her in his bed, those giant tits pressed against him. 'Of course,' he said quick, voice steady despite the rush in his veins. 'No problem at all. Come over whenever you're ready. I'll make up the couch or... whatever you need.'
Relief washed over her face, and she touched his arm, her fingers warm. 'Thank you, Ethan. You're a lifesaver. I'll drop Timmy at his grandma's place later and come by around eight?'
'Sounds good,' he grinned, handing back the suitcase. Their hands brushed, sending a spark straight to his groin. She smiled, lips parting soft, and for a second, he imagined kissing her right there, feeling those tits squash against his chest.
They parted ways, her heading inside with Timmy, him back to his apartment. But as he showered quick, scrubbing off the dried cum, his mind locked on Mia's body. Those tits so big, so perfect for sliding his cock between, watching them bounce as he thrust. He stroked himself under the water, imagining her on her knees, spitting on his shaft to lube it up, pressing her cleavage together. 'Fuck my tits, Ethan,' he'd hear her say, voice husky. But he stopped short, saving it for tonight.
At work, Ethan couldn't focus. Sitting at his desk, staring at reports, all he saw was Mia's rack. How they'd feel in his hands heavy, soft, spilling over his fingers. During the morning meeting, he zoned out, cock half-hard under the table, picturing titfucking her slow, her tongue flicking the head each time it poked through.
Lunch came, and he ate alone in the break room, mind wandering to romantic shit too not just raw fucking. Maybe he'd light candles, kiss her neck gentle, whisper how beautiful she was while cupping those melons, thumbs circling her nipples till they ached. Make her feel wanted after that robbery crap, build trust before burying his face in her cleavage.
By afternoon, the door to his office creaked open. In walked Maria, the thick cleaner with her big ass, and Elena, the boss's stern secretary in her forties. Both had that hungry look, pants damp at the crotch Maria's work slacks dark with her arousal, Elena's skirt riding up her thighs. 'Ethan,' Maria purred, locking the door. 'We need you. Bad.'
Elena nodded, cheeks flushed. 'Haven't stopped thinking about last time. Our pussies are soaked just walking here.' She hiked her skirt, showing no panties, her trimmed bush glistening with juices.
Ethan leaned back, cock throbbing, but Mia's image flashed he wanted to save his load. 'Girls, not today. But I can make you feel good another way.' He patted his lap. 'Come here.'
They rushed over, Maria straddling his left thigh, Elena his right. Her hands went straight to their pants, unbuttoning Maria's slacks and sliding them down with her panties, exposing her fat pussy lips, swollen and dripping. Elena lifted her skirt, spreading her legs wide, her older cunt puffy, clit peeking out hard.
'Oh fuck, touch us,' Maria begged, grinding her wet slit on his jeans. Ethan slid two fingers along her folds, collecting her slickness, then plunged them inside deep, curling to hit her G-spot. She gasped, tits heaving under her uniform. 'Yes, finger my pussy, Ethan!'
His other hand worked Elena, thumb rubbing her clit in circles while two fingers pumped her hole, feeling her walls clench tight from neglect. 'You're so wet, Elena. Hubby still ignoring you?' he murmured, voice low and teasing.
She moaned, hips bucking. 'Yes, but you... you know what I need. Deeper, make me cum.' Her juices coated his hand, dripping onto his pants. Ethan sped up, alternating thrusts in Maria's juicy cunt, out to slap her clit, then into Elena's gripping heat, twisting to stretch her.
The office filled with their pants and wet squelches. Maria leaned in, kissing him romantic—lips soft, tongue slow and deep, like lovers. 'I love how you touch me,' she whispered against his mouth, her body trembling as his fingers hooked harder. Elena watched, jealous, then pulled his face to hers for a tender kiss, her hand on his cheek. 'You're sweet to us, Ethan. Don't stop.'
He kissed back gentle, free hand stroking Elena's thigh soft, building the romance amid the heat. But his fingers never slowed pounding their pussies now, thumbs flicking clits fast. Maria came first, crying out muffled against his shoulder, pussy spasming wild, squirting hot on his hand. 'Fuck, I'm cumming!'
Elena followed seconds later, walls fluttering, juices gushing as she arched, kissing him deeper. 'Yes, oh god, your fingers... so good!' They slumped against him, breathing heavy, pussies twitching around his digits.
'Go clean up,' he said soft, pulling out with pops, licking their cream off his fingers salty, tangy. 'And thanks for the visit.' They giggled, fixing clothes, blowing kisses as they left.
The rest of the day dragged, Ethan's mind on Mia. He left early, stopping at the store for wine, candles, fresh sheets. Back home, he cleaned the apartment, heart pounding with anticipation. Romantic dinner? Soft music? Then, easing her into it massage those tired shoulders, hands wandering to her tits, kneading them slow till she moaned.
Eight o'clock neared. He showered again, cock hard and ready, stroking it light to edge himself. Prepare for titjob mastery.
A knock echoed. Ethan opened the door, and there was Mia, suitcase in hand, wearing a loose blouse that did nothing to hide her massive tits, no bra—nipples tenting the fabric. She smiled shy, stepping in. 'Thanks again. Timmy's safe with grandma till holidays.'
But as she set her bag down, her phone buzzed. She answered, face paling. 'What? The robber... they know where I live now?' Her eyes met Ethan's, fear mixing with something hotter. Was she in danger? Or was this the start of a night where she'd cling to him, tits pressed close, begging for protection and more?