Bob loosened his tie and sank onto the couch, the bourbon still buzzing in his veins after a brutal day at the agency. Molly sat behind his desk like she owned the place, her fiery red hair in a loose bun, black glasses perched on her nose, green eyes locked on the screen. The framed photo of her and Jessie blowing up those massive birthday balloons taunted him from the corner.
"So, how was your day?" he asked, forcing casual. Molly looked up slowly, her full burgundy lips curving into a knowing smirk. "Very enlightening. Very." She turned the monitor, revealing the redhead inflating a huge pink latex balloon, cheeks puffed, lips stretched around the mouthpiece. "Care to explain the folder full of these, or the giant uninflated one I found in your closet?"
Bob swallowed hard. "Molly, I—" The doorbell rang. Jessie breezed in, athletic frame hugged by a tight sundress that strained against her enormous tits, ponytail swinging, holding bourbon and a bag of massive balloons. "Evening, neighbor. Is this a bad time?" she asked playfully, winking. "I think you've been naughty, Bob. Molly doesn't know, does she?"
Molly stood, voice smoky and commanding. "She does now. Balloons drive you crazy, don't they? Just hearing the word makes your cock twitch." Jessie laughed, clever and confident. "We found your stash in the basement too. Time for a little rubber romp, balloon boy." They circled him, strong and unyielding, Molly pressing close while Jessie pulled out a bright pink balloon.
"Balloons! Balloons! Balloons!" Molly purred, her massive soft breasts swaying as she blew into one, cheeks hollowing, the latex stretching shiny and round. Bob's cock hardened instantly. Jessie joined, her enormous tits bouncing, blowing another until it swelled huge and tight. "Look at you, already hard for this. Horny little secret keeper." They pushed him back, Molly's hand freeing his throbbing cock for a warm, full-mouth blowjob, her lips sliding down while the balloon grew against his face, smothering and swelling.
Sweating and panting, Bob groaned as Molly straddled him, her wet pussy dripping onto his shaft before she sank down, riding hard. Jessie blew balloons bigger, pressing one massive, squishy sphere against his ass and chest in balloon bondage, the stretchy rubber squeaking. "That's it, take your punishment," Molly teased wittily, grinding faster. "Your fetish's ours now." He came hard, cum spilling as the women laughed, dominant and playful, balloons bouncing around them.
Jessie leaned in with a sly grin, balloon still at her lips. "This is just the start of your balloon dominatrix lesson, Bob."
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