The next morning, Rita woke with a lingering throb between her thighs from the previous day's encounters, her bare skin still sensitive where Harlan's cum had dried and Jake's gaze had burned. She slipped into a tight striped button-down shirt that clung to her heavy tits without the support of any bra, the thin fabric stretching over her dark nipples until they poked prominently through the stripes, and paired it with form-fitting black pants that hugged her round ass and pressed into the cleft of her pussy. No panties either, just to feel the seam tease her swollen folds with every step. She arrived at the office and immediately felt the heat of stares—male colleagues' eyes locking onto the sway of her unbound tits and the way her nipples hardened under the fabric rather than meeting her innocent smile, while the women shot her venomous glances and whispered behind their hands.

Settling at her desk, Rita pretended to focus on her screen but caught the coworker beside her openly ogling the outline of her tits, his tongue darting over his lips as he shifted in his chair. Moments later, Mr. Harlan's voice crackled over the intercom, summoning her to his office. She stood and walked in, closing the door behind her as he looked her up and down with that dominant hunger. "You look stunning today," he said, leaning back in his chair. "How's the first day at the office treating you? I can see you're not wearing a bra." Rita met his eyes coyly and replied, "Sir, I lost my bra. I need to buy a new one." Harlan's gaze darkened as he commanded, "I'll buy you a new one, but you need to show me your boobs so I can see the size."

Rita unbuttoned her striped shirt slowly, letting it fall open to reveal her full, bare tits spilling free, the heavy globes jiggling with each breath as her stiff nipples crinkled in the cool air. She cupped them for him, thumbs circling and rubbing the sensitive peaks in deliberate strokes that sent sparks straight to her cunt, making her pussy lips swell and grow slick against the black pants. Harlan watched intently, his cock visibly straining in his trousers as she pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers, tugging them outward to show how they stretched, her soft moans filling the room while fresh arousal soaked the fabric between her thighs.

Harlan leaned forward in his chair, his dominant gaze locked on her bare tits as she continued pinching and tugging her stiff nipples, the heavy globes quivering with each deliberate pull. "You are so hot, Rita, I could buy the whole store of bras for you. I am very busy today, otherwise I would fuck you right here." His cock strained visibly harder against his trousers, a damp spot forming at the tip as he shifted, clearly fighting the urge to grab her.

Rita moaned softly, her free hand sliding down over the tight black pants to press firmly against her swollen pussy, rubbing slow circles over the seam that already dug into her slick folds. "You are so damn hot, too, sir. I wish I could ride on that dick. I want to please you. My body is craving for you." Her fingers worked faster, grinding against her clit through the fabric until fresh wetness seeped out, soaking the material and outlining every puffy lip as her hips rocked forward instinctively, her cunt clenching emptily with need while she kept teasing her nipples with the other hand.

Mr. Harlan groaned low, his voice thick with restraint. "You are making me uncontrollable. Rita, you can go back to work. I will go bra shopping with you at night." Rita leaned in, pressing a hot, lingering kiss to his lips, her tongue flicking against his before she pulled back and slowly buttoned her striped shirt right in front of his face, the fabric stretching tight over her aroused tits once more. She winked at him with a sultry smile, then turned and left the office, her ass swaying hypnotically as the seam of her pants continued teasing her dripping cunt with every step toward the desk and the rest of her day.

The rest of her day blurred by in a haze of lingering arousal, her stiff nipples rubbing against the striped fabric with every shift in her chair while the seam of her pants kept teasing her slick, swollen cunt lips until a fresh damp patch darkened the black material between her thighs. At six o'clock she clocked out, her ass swaying as she hurried home to strip out of her work clothes and pull on a tiny white tank top that strained obscenely over her heavy tits, the thin cotton clinging to her dark nipples without any bra beneath it, paired with a pleated mini skirt so short it barely covered the lower curve of her round ass and left her bare pussy exposed to the air since she skipped panties entirely. The cool evening breeze kissed her damp folds as she stepped outside, her clit already throbbing in anticipation.

Harlan pulled up in a sleek black car, looking devastatingly handsome in a tailored shirt that hugged his broad chest, and he opened the passenger door with that dominant smirk. "Get in, Rita," he said, his voice low and hungry. She slid into the seat, the mini skirt riding up instantly to bare her glistening slit, and before she could adjust it his hand was on her thigh, sliding upward to cup her bare, puffy pussy lips. His fingers pressed firmly against her slick heat, parting the swollen folds to stroke her throbbing clit in slow, deliberate circles that made her juices coat his palm. Rita felt so good she didn't move or protest, simply closing her eyes and letting her head fall back against the seat as soft moans escaped her parted lips, her heavy tits heaving under the tank top while his thick fingers dipped lower to tease her tight entrance, pushing just the tips inside to feel her cunt clench greedily around them.

She spread her legs wider without thinking, hips rocking subtly into his touch as he rubbed her slippery clit harder, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the car while her nipples poked stiffly through the thin fabric. "Fuck, you're dripping for me already," Harlan growled, his free hand reaching over to squeeze one full tit through the tank top, pinching the nipple hard enough to send sparks straight to her core. Rita kept her eyes shut, lost in the sensation of his skilled fingers working her pussy, spreading her wetness up and down her slit until her thighs trembled. "Let's go to Victoria's Secret," he murmured, finally easing his hand away to grip the wheel, leaving her aching and soaked as the car pulled away from the curb.

They arrived at the upscale Victoria's Secret store as the evening lights flickered on, Harlan guiding her inside with a possessive hand on the small of her back. He browsed the racks with focused intent, selecting armfuls of lingerie—scant sheer bodysuits in black lace that left nipples and cunt lips fully exposed, crotchless panties with nothing but thin straps framing her ass, micro bras that barely cupped the undersides of her heavy tits, and delicate garter belts with transparent thongs that would ride up between her puffy folds. "Try every single one for me," he ordered, his voice thick as he pushed her toward the private changing room at the back, the attendant nodding knowingly before closing the door behind them. Rita stripped off her tank top and mini skirt in the small space with its padded chair and full-length mirror, slipping into piece after piece while Harlan watched from the corner, his cock already tenting his trousers.

She saved the red one for last, a barely-there lace set with thin straps that crisscrossed her body like red ribbons, the tiny triangle cups failing to contain her full tits so her dark nipples spilled out completely, and the matching thong split her swollen pussy lips with just a single string that disappeared between her ass cheeks, leaving her glistening cunt and tight asshole exposed. Harlan groaned, unable to restrain himself any longer as he yanked his zipper down and freed his thick, throbbing cock, the veined shaft rigid and leaking precum. He grabbed her by the hips, spun her around, and shoved her down onto the changing room chair, spreading her thighs wide before slamming his cock deep into her dripping pussy in one forceful thrust that stretched her walls and bottomed out against her cervix. Rita's moans erupted loud and unrestrained, echoing through the thin walls—"Oh fuck, sir, your big cock is splitting my cunt open, pound me harder!"—as he gripped her bouncing tits roughly, squeezing the heavy globes and pinching her stiff nipples while he fucked her with brutal, rhythmic strokes, the wet slap of his balls against her ass and the squelch of her soaked pussy filling the air. Her cries grew shamelessly louder with every thrust, hips bucking up to meet him as her juices coated his shaft and dripped onto the chair, the entire store surely aware of the frantic fucking happening just beyond the curtain.

After filling her spasming cunt with hot ropes of cum that overflowed and trickled down her thighs, Harlan pulled out slowly, watching her wrecked pussy twitch and gape. He then bought her heaps of elegant dresses, silk and satin numbers that clung to every curve, before dropping to one knee right there in the store with a velvet box. "Marry me, Rita," he said, sliding a massive diamond ring onto her finger, its sparkle catching the light as he added, "You'll meet my parents tomorrow."

Rita's heart fluttered with genuine delight at the massive diamond ring sparkling on her finger, the weight of it symbolizing the financial security and lavish life she craved with a rich, dominant man like Harlan. She beamed up at him, her body still flushed and tingling from the intense fucking in the changing room, her pussy lips swollen and slick with his cum that continued to leak down her inner thighs. Harlan helped her back into the red lace ribbons barely containing her tits and ass, paid for everything, and led her out to the car with a possessive arm around her waist. He drove her straight home, his hand occasionally dipping between her legs to idly stroke her cum-slicked cunt lips through the thin thong, keeping her arousal simmering as he kissed her goodbye at the curb with a promise to pick her up for his parents the next day.

She waved him off and hurried inside, suddenly remembering her date with Jake that very night. Her body hummed with wicked excitement at the thought of fucking two handsome men in one evening—Harlan's thick cock still fresh inside her, now anticipating Jake's eager touch. Rita rushed through a quick shower, washing away the mingled sweat and cum but leaving her skin sensitive and primed, then slipped into one of the expensive silk gowns Harlan had bought her. It was a deep emerald number that hugged her heavy tits and round ass like a second skin, the plunging neckline barely containing her dark nipples and the high slit revealing flashes of her bare, puffy pussy with every step since she skipped panties. She arrived at the restaurant breathless, spotting Jake waiting at a corner table.

Jake's eyes widened when he saw her, his muscular frame tensing with lust as he took in how stunning and curvaceous she looked in the elegant gown. They talked and laughed over dinner, the conversation flowing easily into flirtatious banter, before he pulled her onto the small dance floor. Their bodies pressed close, his hard cock rubbing against her hip through his pants as they swayed, her nipples stiffening against the silk. During a slow song, Jake leaned in with that confident grin and suggested they go up to the roof for the beautiful view, noting no one else would be there. Rita knew exactly why he wanted her alone up there, and the realization sent a fresh gush of wetness soaking her inner thighs. She felt so turned on knowing she'd take two men tonight, her cunt clenching emptily as she nodded innocently and followed him upstairs. On the quiet rooftop, she sat on a low ledge acting demure, giving him seductive glances from under her lashes while her body ached. Jake knelt down between her spread legs, gently removing her heels before lifting one foot to lick and suck her toes slowly, his tongue swirling around each one with wet, deliberate strokes that made her moan softly. "Mmm, Jake, that feels so good... your tongue is driving me wild already," she complimented breathlessly, her pussy throbbing visibly as he kissed upward along her calf, then higher, pushing the gown's slit aside to bury his face between her thighs and suck hungrily on her swollen cunt lips, lapping at her dripping folds and flicking her clit with long, firm licks that had her hips rocking forward.

Jake's tongue delved deeper into her dripping cunt with ravenous hunger, lapping broad and wet over her swollen folds before sucking her throbbing clit between his lips and flicking it relentlessly, the obscene slurping sounds mixing with Rita's breathless gasps as her juices coated his chin and dripped onto the rooftop ledge. She spread her thighs wider, hips rolling up to grind against his mouth, savoring how he worshipped every inch like she was something precious and untouchable, unlike the raw, slutty way Harlan just used her body for quick, dominant release. Her heavy tits heaved under the emerald silk, nipples aching against the fabric as moonlight bathed her skin, and she threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him there while waves of pleasure built slow and deep in her core.

He pulled back only to trail kisses up her trembling belly, pushing the gown's slit fully aside so his lips could worship the undersides of her full tits, tongue swirling around each stiff nipple before sucking hard enough to make her cry out. Jake's strong hands roamed her curves with reverent pressure, cupping her ass and spreading her cheeks as he licked and nipped his way across her collarbone, neck, and finally her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss that tasted of her own arousal. She felt like a queen in his arms, powerful and adored, every touch sending sparks straight to her slick pussy until he stood, freed his thick cock, and thrust it into her in one smooth, stretching plunge that bottomed out against her cervix.

Rita moaned his name over and over—"Jake, oh Jake, fuck me harder"—as he pounded into her with relentless force, her cunt clenching greedily around his veined shaft with each brutal stroke that slapped his balls against her ass. "Fuck me, you little piece of shit," she gasped, the filthy words spilling out with a surge of control that made her feel invincible, her walls fluttering and gushing around him while she dug her nails into his muscular back and urged him deeper, the moonlight highlighting every ripple of his body as he worshipped her through the raw, intense fucking that left her screaming in ecstasy.

Jake's tongue delved deeper into her dripping cunt with ravenous hunger, lapping broad and wet over her swollen folds before sucking her throbbing clit between his lips and flicking it relentlessly, the obscene slurping sounds mixing with Rita's breathless gasps as her juices coated his chin and dripped onto the rooftop ledge. She spread her thighs wider, hips rolling up to grind against his mouth, savoring how he worshipped every inch like she was something precious and untouchable, unlike the raw, slutty way Harlan just used her body for quick, dominant release. Her heavy tits heaved under the emerald silk, nipples aching against the fabric as moonlight bathed her skin, and she threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him there while waves of pleasure built slow and deep in her core.

He pulled back only to trail kisses up her trembling belly, pushing the gown's slit fully aside so his lips could worship the undersides of her full tits, tongue swirling around each stiff nipple before sucking hard enough to make her cry out. Jake's strong hands roamed her curves with reverent pressure, cupping her ass and spreading her cheeks as he licked and nipped his way across her collarbone, neck, and finally her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss that tasted of her own arousal. She felt like a queen in his arms, powerful and adored, every touch sending sparks straight to her slick pussy until he stood, freed his thick cock, and thrust it into her in one smooth, stretching plunge that bottomed out against her cervix.

Rita moaned his name over and over—"Jake, oh Jake, fuck me harder"—as he pounded into her with relentless force, her cunt clenching greedily around his veined shaft with each brutal stroke that slapped his balls against her ass. "Fuck me, you little piece of shit," she gasped, the filthy words spilling out with a surge of control that made her feel invincible, her walls fluttering and gushing around him while she dug her nails into his muscular back and urged him deeper, the moonlight highlighting every ripple of his body as he worshipped her through the raw, intense fucking that left her screaming in ecstasy.

Jake's tongue delved deeper into her dripping cunt with ravenous hunger, lapping broad and wet over her swollen folds before sucking her throbbing clit between his lips and flicking it relentlessly, the obscene slurping sounds mixing with Rita's breathless gasps as her juices coated his chin and dripped onto the rooftop ledge. She spread her thighs wider, hips rolling up to grind against his mouth, savoring how he worshipped every inch like she was something precious and untouchable, unlike the raw, slutty way Harlan just used her body for quick, dominant release. Her heavy tits heaved under the emerald silk, nipples aching against the fabric as moonlight bathed her skin, and she threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him there while waves of pleasure built slow and deep in her core.

He pulled back only to trail kisses up her trembling belly, pushing the gown's slit fully aside so his lips could worship the undersides of her full tits, tongue swirling around each stiff nipple before sucking hard enough to make her cry out. Jake's strong hands roamed her curves with reverent pressure, cupping her ass and spreading her cheeks as he licked and nipped his way across her collarbone, neck, and finally her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss that tasted of her own arousal. She felt like a queen in his arms, powerful and adored, every touch sending sparks straight to her slick pussy until he stood, freed his thick cock, and thrust it into her in one smooth, stretching plunge that bottomed out against her cervix.

Rita moaned his name over and over—"Jake, oh Jake, fuck me harder"—as he pounded into her with relentless force, her cunt clenching greedily around his veined shaft with each brutal stroke that slapped his balls against her ass. "Fuck me, you little piece of shit," she gasped, the filthy words spilling out with a surge of control that made her feel invincible, her walls fluttering and gushing around him while she dug her nails into his muscular back and urged him deeper, the moonlight highlighting every ripple of his body as he worshipped her through the raw, intense fucking that left her screaming in ecstasy.

As the waves of her orgasm crashed over her, Rita clung to Jake's sweat-slicked shoulders, her voice trembling with raw vulnerability amid the aftershocks rippling through her clenching cunt. "Jake... I can't hold it in anymore. I'm so fucking horny all the time, my body aches for more than one man can give. I need two guys at once—your cock and Harlan's thick dick stretching me together, filling every hole while I scream. My sexy body deserves this pleasure, doesn't it? It's like I'm burning up inside, craving that double intensity to feel complete." Tears of overwhelming desire welled in her eyes as she pressed her heaving tits against his chest, the emotional weight of her secret spilling out in breathless sobs mixed with moans, her pussy still pulsing around his softening shaft as she confessed how the dual affairs had left her insatiable and emotionally torn between the two.

Jake held her close, his muscular arms tightening with genuine warmth as he kissed her forehead tenderly, his voice husky with acceptance and devotion. "Rita, your pleasure is everything to me. If that's what your gorgeous body needs, I'm in—completely. Watching you come apart like this, knowing I can share you and make you feel even more worshipped, turns me on like nothing else. Let's make it happen; I want to see you lost in ecstasy between us both."

The next morning, Rita slipped into a flowing long white skirt that whispered against her bare thighs and a tiny boho bra of delicate lace that barely cupped the undersides of her heavy tits, her dark nipples peeking teasingly over the edges. She draped a shrug over it for the walk to the office, but once inside, she casually parted the front, letting her full breasts jiggle freely with every step as male colleagues stared openly, their hungry gazes raking over her curves while she savored the attention, knowing they all ached to fuck her and reveling in the power it gave her. Suddenly, Barney stormed up to Mr. Harlan's door to complain that Rita's vulgar outfit made him uncomfortable, prompting Harlan to summon both Rita and Barney into his cabin at once.

Rita entered Mr. Harlan's cabin with a sultry sway in her hips, her long white skirt flowing around her bare thighs while the tiny boho bra barely contained her heavy tits, dark nipples peeking teasingly over the lace edges. She moved her chest in slow, deliberate rolls, letting her full breasts jiggle and bounce upside down in an exaggerated sexy rhythm, her face the picture of wide-eyed innocence with a soft, demure smile and batting lashes as if she had no idea how provocative she looked. Barney stood rigid by the door, his face already flushing red, while Harlan leaned back in his chair with that dominant smirk. "Rita, your dress is making Barney very uncomfortable," Harlan said evenly, his eyes raking over her exposed curves. She tilted her head coyly, voice dripping with slutty innocence as she replied, "Oh sir, I'm so sorry, but I have this terrible allergy to most fabrics, so I just have to avoid wearing too many clothes or else I break out all over... down there too." Her hands subtly adjusted the bra, pushing her tits higher so the nipples slipped fully into view.

Harlan's gaze darkened with hunger as he beckoned her closer. "Come here, Rita. Sit on the table right in front of me." She obeyed with an eager, innocent giggle, perching on the edge of his desk and parting her thighs just enough for the long skirt to drape open, exposing her bare, puffy pussy lips already glistening with anticipatory wetness. Without hesitation, Harlan leaned forward, ducking his head completely under the fabric of her skirt, and pressed his mouth directly to her slick cunt, tongue delving deep between her swollen folds to lap at her throbbing clit in long, wet strokes. The obscene slurping sounds filled the room as he sucked her sensitive nub between his lips, flicking it relentlessly while his hands gripped her thighs to spread her wider. Rita's head fell back, a loud moan escaping her parted lips. "Oh fuck, Mr. Harlan, your tongue feels so good on my dripping pussy... mmm, yes, suck my clit harder, sir, you're making my cunt so wet and swollen for you," she praised breathlessly, her voice husky with pleasure as she started moaning louder, complimenting him between gasps. She winked at Barney with a wicked, satisfied smile, clearly enjoying every second, then reached up to cup and squeeze her own heavy tits, pinching the stiff nipples and rolling them between her fingers while her hips rocked against Harlan's face. Barney stood speechless, his eyes bulging with shock and unmistakable arousal, mouth hanging open as he watched the explicit display of Harlan's tongue burying into her glistening folds, juices coating his chin and dripping down her thighs.

Rita's moans built into frantic cries, her fingers tugging harder at her nipples as her pussy clenched and gushed around Harlan's thrusting tongue, her juices flooding his mouth in a hot rush. "Yes, sir, I'm cumming all over your face... fuck, your mouth is devouring my cunt so perfectly!" she screamed, thighs trembling as the orgasm crashed through her, her walls pulsing and squirting lightly against his lips. Harlan pulled back slowly, licking his lips with a satisfied grin as he emerged from under her skirt, her cum still glistening on his chin. "Barney, I think you're comfortable now?" he asked calmly. Barney nodded mutely and left the room in stunned silence, the door clicking shut behind him.

After Barney left, Rita turned to Harlan with a wicked little smile and purred, "You really shut him up." Harlan leaned back in his chair, his eyes still dark with hunger as he reached out to trace a finger along the edge of her tiny boho bra. "I can do anything for you," he said, voice thick with possession. "I have no problem with your dress. I love how you dress. I love it when guys want to fuck you, but no one can. Do whatever you want." Rita felt a surge of raw power flood through her, her bare pussy still throbbing from his tongue as she adjusted her skirt and walked out of the office with her head high, every male gaze in the room following the sway of her hips.

That night Rita chose a very modest floor-length gown of soft cream fabric that covered her from neck to ankle, the high collar and long sleeves hiding every curve she usually flaunted. She met Harlan’s parents at the elegant restaurant, smiling demurely through dinner while they praised her quiet charm and gentle manners. Both seemed genuinely taken with her. After dessert, as they walked to the car, Harlan leaned close and whispered against her ear, “I know what is underneath that dress.” The moment they reached his penthouse and the door shut behind them, he spun her around and yanked the gown up to her waist, exposing her bare cunt and heavy tits. He shoved her against the wall, freeing his thick cock and driving it straight into her dripping pussy in one hard thrust, stretching her walls wide as he growled, “This is what you’ve been teasing me with all night.” Rita moaned loud and filthy, her legs wrapping around him while he pounded her relentlessly, the wet slap of his balls against her ass echoing through the room as he fucked her deeper with every stroke, her cunt clenching greedily around his shaft and dripping juices down her thighs. He spun her to face the window overlooking the city, bent her over the arm of the couch, and slammed back inside from behind, one hand yanking her hair while the other reached around to rub her swollen clit in tight circles. “Take it, you little slut,” he snarled, thrusting so deep she could feel him against her cervix, her heavy tits swinging free beneath the bunched-up gown as she screamed his name and came hard, her pussy squirting around his cock just before he flooded her with thick ropes of cum that overflowed and ran down her legs.

As their bodies calmed from the intense release, Harlan's cum still leaking from her stretched pussy, Rita spent the following days in growing frustration when he suddenly announced a week-long business trip out of town, leaving her alone with only her throbbing needs. Jake was equally swamped with back-to-back training sessions and couldn't slip away, so her bare cunt ached constantly, slick folds swollen and empty without any cock to fill them. Desperate for a stranger's touch, she slipped into a very sexy black dress that hugged her heavy tits and round ass like a second skin, the deep plunge revealing her stiff nipples and the short hem flashing her bare, puffy pussy lips with every step, no panties or bra beneath as she headed to the park that evening.

She strolled along the paths until she spotted a very happy couple laughing together on a bench, their easy smiles and intertwined hands making her clit pulse with envy. Whenever the wife looked away, the guy’s eyes locked onto Rita with that hungry stare she knew so well, raking over her curves and the way the dress clung to her swaying tits and exposed thighs. Suddenly the wife’s phone rang with an urgent call, and she hurried off, leaving him alone. Rita followed the guy to his car in the lot, her heart racing as she approached with a sultry smile, and without a word or even learning his name, she climbed into the backseat with him.

He groaned as she straddled his lap, yanking his cock free from his pants and sinking down onto it in one slick thrust, her tight cunt stretching wide around his thick shaft while she rode him hard. "Fuck, your pussy's so wet and hot," he grunted, gripping her ass cheeks and slamming up into her as she bounced, her heavy tits spilling out of the dress for him to suck and bite her dark nipples. Rita moaned filthily, grinding her swollen clit against him with each roll of her hips, feeling every veined inch pound deep against her cervix, her juices soaking his balls and dripping down her thighs in sticky rivulets as the car windows fogged from their frantic fucking. She clenched around him greedily, screaming his anonymous praises while he fingered her asshole and thrust up relentlessly, her body shuddering through waves of orgasm that milked thick spurts of his cum deep into her spasming hole.

Rita's Dual Desires