Megan’s World

In early August 2019, Megan came home from work one evening, cheeks still flushed, and told me straight out that she’d been flirting hard with a couple of the warehouse lads. She looked me dead in the eye and said, “I really want them to fuck me. Both of them.” My stomach flipped, but my cock was already thickening in my jeans. I swallowed and told her, “Go for it, baby. Just… tell me everything afterwards.”

She worked part-time as admin assistant for a local electrical wholesaler. Most days she stayed in the air-conditioned front office, but several times a week she had to drop paperwork up to the warehouse office on the mezzanine at the back of the building. The two lads she had her eye on—Jake, tall and lean with a cheeky grin, and Ryan, stockier, always shirtless under his hi-vis—were the ones who made her pulse race every time she walked past them.

A couple of weeks later, they were doing a full stocktake on a quiet Saturday morning. The whole place was empty except for them. I kissed Megan at the door and said, “Go surprise them. You look great in those shorts.” She never wore anything like that to work; it barely covered the curve of her arse. She gave me a wicked little smile, grabbed her keys, and left.

When she stepped into the warehouse the lads were hard at work, counting cable reels in nothing but shorts and open hi-vis vests, no shirts, skin already gleaming with sweat in the warm summer light filtering through the high windows. They froze when they saw her. Megan was always the neat, prim and proper office girl—blouse buttoned to the throat, sensible trousers. Today she looked like pure filth: tiny denim shorts, white trainers, and a thin white top that showed the dark circles of her nipples.

“What the fuck are you doing here on a Saturday?” Jake asked, half-laughing, half-stunned.

Megan shrugged, playing it cool even though her heart was hammering. “Thought you might need some help.”

Ryan’s eyes raked over her. “That’s great. But if you’re working down here you’ll need a hi-vis.”

She turned away, deliberately slow, letting her hips sway as she walked to the rack by the office door. As she reached for a vest she heard Ryan call out, “And make sure you wear it like us—next to your skin!”

Both of them laughed. Megan felt a hot rush between her legs.

A minute later she came back. The yellow vest was completely unfastened, the two sides hanging loose like curtains, only just covering her small, firm tits. Her nipples were already rock-hard, poking out like little brown acorns. She stopped right in front of them.

Jake had a pencil in his hand. He used it to hook the edge of the vest and slowly pull it open the last inch. The fabric slid off her breasts completely. For a second nobody spoke. Then both lads reached out at the same time—Jake’s big hand closing round her left tit, Ryan’s round the right. They squeezed, thumbs brushing her stiff nipples, and Megan let out a shaky moan. She turned her head left, then right, kissing each of them deep and hungry, tongues sliding together while their rough palms kneaded her.

Her shorts were gone in seconds—Ryan simply unbuttoned them and let them drop to the concrete floor. Two thick fingers—Jake’s—slid straight under the waistband of her tiny black panties and into her soaking cunt. Ryan’s hand joined a moment later, one finger in her pussy, the other circling her clit. Megan’s knees buckled; she had to grab their shoulders to stay upright.

“Jesus, she’s dripping,” Jake growled against her mouth.

They walked her backwards until her arse hit the edge of a big wooden packing crate. Ryan dropped to his knees, yanked her panties down her legs and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue was thick and hot, lapping at her clit while Jake pulled her top off completely, leaving her in nothing but her white trainers. He pinched and twisted her nipples while Ryan ate her out like he was starving.

Megan came hard and fast, thighs shaking, a loud cry echoing through the empty warehouse. When she could breathe again she sank to her knees between them.

She tugged their shorts down. Two hard cocks sprang free—Jake’s long and straight, Ryan’s thicker with a fat head already leaking. She took them both in her hands, stroking, then opened her mouth and alternated, sucking one deep while wanking the other, spit running down her chin. The lads groaned, hands in her hair, gently fucking her face.

After a couple of minutes Ryan pulled her up, spun her round and bent her over the crate. He rubbed his thick cock along her slit once, twice, then pushed inside her in one slow thrust. Megan gasped at the stretch. Jake stepped round the other side, fed his cock back into her mouth, and the two of them started a steady rhythm—Ryan pounding her pussy from behind, Jake sliding down her throat.

They fucked her like that for long minutes, swapping places twice so each of them got to feel her tight cunt and her eager mouth. The warehouse filled with the wet slap of skin, Megan’s muffled moans, and the filthy things they were saying:

“Such a dirty little office slut…”
“Take it deeper, baby…”
“Gonna fill this cunt up…”

Ryan came first, gripping her hips and burying himself to the balls as he pumped her full. Jake followed seconds later, pulling out of her mouth at the last moment and painting her face and tits with thick ropes of cum. Megan was trembling, another orgasm ripping through her as Ryan’s load leaked down her thighs.

They weren’t finished. They laid her on her back on a pile of flattened cardboard, Jake between her legs again while Ryan straddled her chest and fed his still-hard cock back into her mouth. This time they took their time, making her come twice more before Jake finally emptied himself inside her.

When they were done the three of them sat there catching their breath, Megan’s body glistening with sweat and cum. Ryan grinned and said, “Same time next Saturday?” Megan just laughed, wiped a streak of cum off her cheek, and licked it off her finger.

She drove home still full of their cum, the taste of their cocks still on her tongue. When she walked through the door I could smell sex on her before she even spoke. She kissed me, pushed me down onto the sofa, and told me every single detail —her cunt still slick and open from the two loads they’d left inside her.

That was the first time. But we both knew it definitely wasn’t going to be the last……..

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