Mireille leaned back in her office chair, the fabric straining against her 300-pound frame as she glanced at the clock. At 42, married to Greg for a decade, she had traded wild nights for quiet evenings, but the memories of her pre-marriage escapades lingered like a secret itch. Her thick fat legs shifted, cellulite dimpling under her skirt, while her huge 60-inch ass pressed heavily into the seat. Those 36C breasts rose with a sigh as she wondered about Victor, the 60-year-old coworker who remained single despite his charm. A colleague had spilled the secret earlier: his cock was a monstrous 13 inches, thick as a beer can, and he never came, scaring women off. Mireille's curiosity burned hotter than any guilt.
She spotted Victor by the coffee machine and approached with a confident sway, her curves drawing eyes. "Victor, got a minute? Heard you're the office mystery man," she said, her voice laced with wit. He turned, smiling wryly. "Mireille, always direct. What's the rumor mill saying today?" She leaned in, her ass brushing the counter. "That your cock's too big and you don't finish. Scared the ladies away, huh?" Victor chuckled, unfazed. "Blunt as ever. Yeah, it's true—thirteen inches, beer-can thick, and I stay hard without cumming. Most run scared. You curious or just nosy?" Her pussy tingled at the challenge, but she held her ground, strong and unyielding.
"Curious enough to test the waters," Mireille replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Greg tamed me, but old habits die hard. Bet I could handle what others couldn't." Victor raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. "You're married, Mireille. And built like a goddess—those thick legs and that massive ass could crush a lesser man. But my cock doesn't play nice. Think you can take it without tapping out?" She laughed, sharp and bold. "Tap out? Please. I've sucked and fucked bigger egos than that. Let's find out after hours. My curiosity won't wait."
By evening, the office emptied, leaving them in the conference room. Mireille locked the door, her heart racing as Victor's hands traced her curves. "You're sweating already," he teased, pulling her close. "Horny for the monster cock?" She pressed her huge ass against him, feeling his hardness grow. "Damn right. Show me." Victor unzipped, revealing his massive, throbbing cock—thick and veined, already hard as steel. Mireille dropped to her knees, strong hands gripping it. "Fuck, that's impressive," she said, starting a wet blowjob, her mouth stretching wide around the head, tongue swirling as she took inches.
Victor groaned, his hands in her hair. "Suck it deeper, Mireille. That pussy of yours must be dripping." She pulled back, panting, saliva dripping down her chin. "It is. But I'm in charge here." She stood, hiking her skirt to reveal her thick fat legs and cellulite-kissed ass, bending over the table. Victor entered her pussy from behind, stretching her wide with his beer-can girth. She moaned, pushing back, her ass rippling with each thrust. "Harder, Victor—don't hold back." They moved in rhythm, her breasts bouncing, sweat glistening on their bodies as tension built.
The sex intensified, Mireille riding him on the table next, her massive ass slapping against his thighs. "Your cock feels incredible—filling me up," she gasped, horny and wet, juices dripping down her legs. Victor pounded relentlessly, her pussy clenching around him. She came hard, body shaking, panting through waves of pleasure, but he stayed hard without release, true to his condition. "Told you I'd handle it," she said triumphantly, sliding off and licking his cock clean in another blowjob, tasting her own cum.
They collapsed, sweating and satisfied, clothes askew. Mireille adjusted her skirt, her curves still flushed. "This was just a taste, Victor. My curiosity's only growing." Victor grinned. "Greg's a lucky man, but secrets like this don't stay buried." She winked, strong and unapologetic. "See you tomorrow."
Little did Mireille know, Victor's condition held more surprises than she imagined.
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