Note: Thank you to the anonymous user that provided some general positive feedback. Your suggestion to feature Brandi more inspired me to dust off this partially completed story. It was originally intended to be a sort of "post credits" scene where she got Allen off with her mouth and tits. As I resumed working on it, the story continued to grow. At this point it is almost as long as the chapter it was attended to cap off.
Long story short, this one is for you, anonymous commenter!
All characters are made up and not intended to depict any other characters, real or fake. All characters are at least 18 years of age.
-Admin Area DYNATRONICS Workstation C650i ERROR: Out of paper-
The notification popped up on the Dynatronics App, freshly installed on Allen's computer. It was late in the day on a Monday and he was wistfully counting the minutes until he could leave for the day. His boss, Doug, had already left and Allen had to stick around in case there were any issues. But everyone was at the conference, so it was a very slow Monday.
'That's odd,' Allen thought. 'That copier is brand new. I just finished setting it up a few hours ago. No way its already out of paper. I wonder if the new girl screwed it up.'
He grabbed his tool bag and headed to the administration area. As he walked, he hoped to get another glance of the new girl. Allen had been introduced to the tall, early 20s brunette just that morning. She was very attractive, way out of his league. He'd been distracted by her supple, curvy body on display in her black and white chevron dress and was doing his best to recall her name.
"Brenda... Britney... hmmm, no no no," he muttered softly to himself. He rounded the corner and observed the small cubicle area containing the new Dynatronics unit.
He recognized Carson standing behind the new girl. The tall older man was fully dressed, but the brunette was bent over the copier with her dress bunched around her waist. Her ass and tits were out on full display. It took him a moment to register the fact that they were fucking. Judging by the creamy strands dripping down onto the floor below them, they'd actually just finished fucking apparently.
Allen dropped his tool bag in shock. "Oh, right, Brandi..." he muttered.
As Carson left, Allen was frozen, staring at Brandi's bare fat ass and freshly fucked pussy. It was bright pink, glistening wet, and had a thick cream filling oozing out. He could still see a red handprint from the slap Carson gave her as he left. Allen stood there, paralyzed, unsure of how to proceed.
Brandi had felt Carson's rigid cock withdraw, leaving her cum-filled and gaping slightly. Her right butt cheek was still stinging from the firm slap he had delivered. She was in a pleasurable daze as he left her with Allen, barely registering the squat IT helper behind her. The situation quickly came into focus for her, and she felt eyes on her from behind. He was staring at her bare bum.
With a jolt, she rose to stand and did her best to cover her breasts with her hands and cross her legs. Brandi knew her big boobs were too large for her hands but she tried anyway.
"Hi Allen," she said, regarding him.
They had met briefly earlier in the day. He was on the shorter side and around 10 years her senior. He was not her type at all and she did not consider him attractive. She would never consider a guy like Allen as a viable sexual partner.
"Hey er... Brandi," Allen mumbled, his eyes scanning her up and down.
She stood there awkwardly with an expecting look on her face, waiting for him to say or do something. Her attempts to hide her breasts and her embarrassment were woeful failures. Allen was stunned and had never seen such a beautiful, attractive young woman in a state of undress up close. After a moment, Brandi realized he wasn't getting the hint.
Finally, she blurted, "So... Um... Can I help you with something?"
"Oh!" he said, snapping out of it. He met her gaze and his stalled brain kicked back into gear. "Paper's out."
As Allen began to move toward the machine, he realized he had become fully erect as he had been staring at his sexy young coworker. His cock was straining against the inside of his right pant leg. Allen usually masturbated several times a day and over time, his thick shaft had developed a distinct curve to the right. He tried to adjust it discretely as he moved to the output tray.
Brandi tried to tuck her tits back into the top of her dress. Because of their size, she had to put dresses like this on unzipped for a proper fit. Her perky pink tits would have to partially jut out of the top of her dress until she could take it off and put it back on the right way. She settled on leaving them out for the time being and wiggled the bottom of her dress over her thick curvy butt, still wearing the black high heels.
Allen picked up a few of the dozens of papers strewn about in a loose pile below the overloaded output tray. The first image was of Brandi's big round breasts, mashed onto the surface in large perfectly round circles, with her big and obviously hard nipples in the center. In the next one, they had been lifted from the surface and Brandi's face was visible. She was turned slightly and her mouth was open as if speaking to someone behind her. In the third, her breasts were covered, spilling over tightly gripping fingers. Her face was a pink smudge off the top. He supposed her head was against the scanner surface.
He nudged the paper pile, seeing many shots of Brandi getting fucked, looking up at her upper body and face. Below, there were close-up pictures of Brandi's ass and pussy. She had puffy labia and from what Allen could see, she was shaved or waxed completely bare.
"Is that thing working ok?"
Brandi's question drew Allen's gaze to her. She was disheveled, but had managed to get some of her body back into her dress.
"Oh yeah, of course. It's brand new," he said matter-of-factly.
Brandi was relieved. Carson had told her that her wet pussy may have damaged the scanner somehow.
Allen was flipping through the pages. "Yep, state of the art. The image quality on these scans are amazing." He stood next to her and showed her one. "Look how good your wet pussy looks. That's not a blur, your lips smeared all over there. It looks great. I've never seen a fully shaved cunt up close."
Brandi's relief curdled into dread as the shorter man reported on the intimate details of her pussy. Of course, she was used to the ravenous attention of men, but Part of Brandi's core personality was that she simply wasn't available to most men. She liked to get dolled up, part of the process was getting a Brazilian wax regularly. She worked hard and knew her body was unusually proportioned. It didn't make sense to her that this dorky guy was looking and commenting on her pussy.
"And look at that one. Your face is strained but I think you are cumming."
She reached over and took the page from him.
"Allen, you shouldn't see these. They are private and I didn't know... Well, I didn't know Mr. Dixon was going to have sex with me on the copier. I didn't know it was making all these copies either," Brandi was rambling now, seeing all the pages and trying to gather them up. She got down on her knees to push them all into a big pile.
Allen watched her kneel down. Her big tits jiggled bountifully, and Brandi didn't stop when they spilled out further, almost tumbling out completely.
"...and then I put my boobs on it and then my bum and... oh god, when he put his cock in me, I started to cum and I was just trying to help out... I didn't mean to screw anything up..."
'You screwed Mr. Dixon,' Allen thought humorously.
"...not today...can't let anyone find out about this..." the panicked young brunette muttered, now more to herself. She didn't even notice that her supple heavy tits were falling out.
Allen wanted to touch them. They hung down below her and were wobbling. He wanted to cup them. His cock was still fully erect and he took the opportunity to fully readjust himself. He was surprised to feel a slight wetness in his boxers as he did so. He had already started leaking precum, which was unusual.
"Um... Brandi?" he interrupted her.
She stopped and looked up at him with mild annoyance. "What?" she asked, stopping to idly try to tuck her jugs away. Her eyes were drawn to Allen's tented crotch.
