Mireille adjusted her blouse over her 36C breasts, the fabric straining against her 300-pound frame as she navigated the office hallway on thick, fat legs that rubbed together with every step. At 5'6" with a massive 60-inch ass that jiggled enticingly, she carried her curves with unapologetic confidence, cellulite and all. Married to Greg for years, she'd left her wild days of sucking and fucking countless men behind, but the tameness sometimes chafed. Today, her mind wandered to Hank, the 60-year-old single coworker whose mystery had always intrigued her.
"Morning, Hank," Mireille said, leaning against his desk with a sly smile, her huge ass settling heavily into the chair she pulled up. "Still dodging every woman in the building? What's your secret—bad breath or a secret wife?"
Hank chuckled, his eyes flicking over her curves without apology. "No secrets, Mireille. Just a curse that scares them off. Why the sudden interest? Your Greg not keeping you busy enough?"
She laughed sharply, crossing her thick calves. "Greg's fine, but curiosity's a bitch. A little bird said your cock's the size of a beer can—13 inches of trouble—and you never come. That true, or just office gossip to keep the ladies away?"
"It's true," Hank replied, voice low and steady, meeting her gaze. "Women get one look, feel the stretch, and bolt when nothing happens. No cum, no fireworks for them. You're not scared?"
Mireille's eyes sparkled with wit. "Scared? Honey, I've handled bigger egos than that. Sounds like a challenge, not a curse. Maybe I should test the theory—purely scientific, of course."
After hours, in the empty break room, tension crackled. Mireille locked the door, her voice husky. "Show me, Hank. If it's too much, I'll walk. But I doubt it." He unzipped, revealing the massive, hard cock—thick as promised, veined and throbbing. She grinned, strong hands gripping it. "Impressive. Let's see if this pussy can handle it."
She stripped slowly, her fat ass and cellulite-dimpled curves on full display, breasts heaving. Hank's hands explored her thick thighs as she pushed him back. "My pace, big guy." Straddling him, she lowered onto the enormous cock, her wet pussy stretching and dripping around the girth, panting as it filled her completely. "Fuck, that's deep—feels good, though."
Riding him with powerful thrusts, Mireille's huge ass slapped against his lap, sweating and horny as her pussy clenched tight. "Witty enough for you?" she teased between moans. "Greg never stretched me like this." She leaned down for a fierce kiss, then took him in her mouth for a sloppy blowjob, tongue working the head while her hand pumped the shaft.
Switching positions, she bent over the table, ass presented invitingly. Hank thrust in hard, her dripping wetness coating him as she pushed back, controlling the rhythm. "Harder—don't hold back. I want to feel every inch." They moved together, panting and sweating, her body quaking with release as she came intensely around his unyielding cock.
Afterward, Mireille dressed with a satisfied smirk, her curves glowing. "Not bad for round one. Greg's away next week—might need more 'research.'"
Hank's eyes held promise as she left, but Mireille already wondered how far this curiosity would take them beyond the office walls.
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