Chapter 62: How About Shaking Those Tits for Me?

Chapter 62: 62: How About Shaking Those Tits for Me?

"Haa..."

Selena let out a long sigh, holding her breasts up with one arm.

She glanced down at my thick cock once, then muttered under her breath.

"...I thought we weren’t doing anything today."

"Come on. I can’t go a whole day without your body, Manager Selena."

"You didn’t even answer my messages..."

Was she still sulking?

Manager Selena seemed oddly whinier than usual today.

"And this is the supply room. What are you going to do if we get caught?"

"You get more turned on when we almost get caught. I tailored it to your tastes."

"You always have an answer. Honestly..."

Selena sighed again and looked down at me.

Sitting there, I glanced up at her.

Damn. Her tits were incredible no matter how many times I saw them.

And from below, I could even see a sliver of her bra peeking out.

How did anyone end up with a chest that obscene?

"So... how long do I have to stand like this?"

"Hm? Just stay still. Don’t move."

"Like... this?"

She looked completely baffled.

Fair enough.

At the moment, Selena was doing nothing except standing there.

She still had her full business suit on. To anyone walking in, she would have looked like a supervisor reprimanding an employee.

Meanwhile, I was sitting in front of her with my pants down.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke...

Jerking off.

"I couldn’t take it anymore after touching your tits. I’ll get one out and then we can go."

"You could take care of that quietly by yourself. Why did you drag me in here too?"

"Because having you as material makes it better. You’re fucking hot."

"...Pervert."

Whoa. That was genuine contempt in her eyes.

Somehow, that only made me harder. Manager Selena looking down on me...!

She glared at me like she resented every second of this, yet she still couldn’t stop standing there and letting me use her as jerk-off material.

"Do I really just... keep standing here?"

"You’re enough just standing there, Manager Selena."

"...Haa."

She sighed heavily.

When our eyes met, she quickly turned her head away.

She almost looked pleased at being called jerk-off material, then tried hard not to show it.

Which made it even hotter.

Stroke, stroke, stroke...

"Yeah... stay just like that. Keep holding those tits up."

"Ed, you know you look like a complete degenerate right now, don’t you?"

"You already know I’m one. And you’re—"

"O-okay. I get it. Be quiet."

Apparently she did not want to hear about her own perversions.

"Haa... How did I end up doing something like this?"

She seemed miserable about being reduced to watching me masturbate.

"Don’t turn away. Watch me jerk off properly."

"...You really are a pervert."

Complaining the whole time, she still did as she was told and watched my hand move.

I worked my cock hard right beside her thigh.

Fuck... Manager Selena’s thighs first thing in the morning. Those tits. There was no way I could hold back.

Honestly, there probably wasn’t a single man in our company who had never jerked off thinking about her.

She walked around the office every day with those huge tits swaying. There was no way she wouldn’t be famous.

Every man who saw her in the morning probably wanted to run off and masturbate.

But I was the only one who could do it openly right in front of her.

"...Ed."

"Yes, Manager Selena. Ngh...!"

"Doesn’t your hand hurt when you do that?"

"Are you asking because you’re curious?"

"...Just curious."

This might have been her first time seeing a man masturbate from so close.

She really did look curious as she watched me.

"It gets tiring, but it’s fine. I’m used to it."

"Ah... used to it. Mm..."

"Anyway, how about shaking those tits for me? Make it hot."

"...Haa."

Selena looked down at me like I was hopeless.

Then she gave the breasts resting on her arm a single shake.

Bounce.?

"Oh..."

"There. Happy?"

"Holy shit, that was hot. Manager Selena, those tits are just—"

"Stop sexually harassing me."

"It’s sexual praise. Calling your tits hot is a compliment."

"Well, it made me feel worse."

But what could she do about it?

All she could do was stay there and lend me her body until I finished.

"...How much longer?"

"Until I come?"

"You take forever."

"Exactly. You could keep shaking your tits until then. I might finish faster."

"..."

She gave me a truly disgusted stare.

But Manager Selena still had to do what I said.

"You’re unbelievable... Ed."

She slowly cupped her breasts with both hands.

Bounce~?

"Ngh...!"

Bounce? Bounce?

"Fuck... ngh...!"

"That was insanely hot, Manager Selena."

"J-just... hurry up and come."

Bounce? Bounce? Bounce?

Fuck. Manager Selena was putting on a private tit-shaking show right in front of me.

This was somehow hotter than most full-nude strip shows.

The contempt in her eyes while she helplessly shook her tits to help me jerk off was fucking unbelievable.

The perfect way to start the morning.

"Haa...! Ngh...! Mm...!"

Bounce? Bounce? Bounce?

"Th-this is tiring."

"Well, they are pretty heavy."

"That’s not what I mean... I’m worried the buttons will pop off."

So that was the issue.

"If they do, I’ll hold your breasts together for you."

"Stop saying weird things."

She sounded genuinely exasperated.

"But seriously, what do you do if a button falls off?"

"...I keep a sewing kit and spare buttons at my desk."

That was Selena for you—a perfectionist, always prepared.

Though that also meant her buttons had probably popped at work more than once.

Great. Now that thought was making me hornier too.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke...

"...Why did you suddenly speed up?"

"Because your thighs are fucking hot!"

"Honestly..."

She wore a disgusted expression, but I didn’t think she hated being used this way as much as she pretended.

When I said her thighs were hot, she quietly moved one a little closer.

"Ed, there’s... something I wanted to ask."

"Yes, Manager Selena. Ngh...!"

"...Did you meet another woman yesterday too?"

She looked at me with that same sulky expression again.

From the way she asked, she had already figured something out.

The last time I came back from seeing Hana, she had known immediately.

It was hard to fool her. She was too perceptive.

And there was no reason to hide it.

"Mm. I did."

"Haa... I knew it."

"Why? Jealous again?"

"Who said I was jealous?"

Anyone could hear it in your voice, Manager Selena.

"...It doesn’t matter who you see."

"That’s true. We’re not dating."

"..."

"And I don’t have to report every time I go see another woman, do I?"

"...Right."

Her voice had gone flat with resignation.

She really was upset.

Maybe I should comfort her a little.

Selena watched me stroke myself for a while, then asked, "Was it... the same woman as last time?"

"Who?"

"The one you met before. I don’t even know who she is."

"Ah. Yesterday was her and someone else."

"...There are three of us?"

"Four."

"..."

I could hear her teeth grinding from here.

"I know this is a strange thing to ask..."

"Yes, Manager Selena?"

"...What number am I?"

That really was a strange question.

I couldn’t tell whether she meant order or ranking.

Probably order.

"You were first."

"..."

"I mean, the first one I fucked."

"I knew that was what you meant."

She let out a long breath.

"And your tits are the biggest."

"That isn’t what I was asking."

Even as she said it, she gave them another little bounce.

She really did like being praised for them.

"Are you going to... keep doing only that?"

"Hm?"

"With your hand. Aren’t you going to do anything else?"

"Do you want to?"

"I’m not saying I want to. I’m asking whether this is enough for you."

Hmm.

Was Manager Selena getting in the mood?

She wasn’t only shaking her breasts anymore. Her stockinged legs had been slowly rubbing together for a while now.

She had to be turned on.

"Looking at your body while I jerk off is more than enough to get me there."

"...Really? That’s enough?"

"What were you planning to do if it wasn’t?"

I tested the waters.

What would she offer?

Then again, Manager Selena was not the type to volunteer exactly what she would do for me.

But when she was this worked up, she might offer something.

"Mm..."

"...M-maybe once."

"?"

"Would it be enough if I... held it for you?"

"A handjob? Sure. That works."

"Haa... Not with my hand. With..."

Huh?

If not her hand, what was she planning to hold it with?

I listened closely.

"W-with my thighs..."

Holy shit.