Yes

As the only person you regularly talk to these days that isn't directly involved in the situation, and considering that her extensive sexual history would make her something of an expert, you decide to ask her opinion on your current predicament. "Hey Kylie, something has happened recently that I have been thinking about a lot recently that I want your take on it. Is it cool if I tell you and then you let me know what you think?" Kylie seems a bit taken aback at your sudden request, but she also seems deeply intrigued, and she enthusiastically nods her consent. Without any further ado, you launch into your story, giving her as much detail as you can, about Sarah, Mr. Robinson, and finally the blowjobs from Emily. Kylie leans in and listens to your story with rapt attention, nodding along and never interupting. "So it's all kind of confusing. On the one hand, it felt really good and Emily seems like she is more than happy to keep helping me out, and Mr. Robinson said it was okay, but a part of me still feels like I am betraying Sarah. I was hoping you could give me some clarity, since you are a neutral party," you say to finish your long-winded story.

Kylie leans back and says, "Whew, that is a quite the story. There is a lot of unpack there..." She pauses while she collects her thoughts, which only heightens your anxiety. Is she about to tear into to over your treatment of your girlfriend? Then, finally, she speaks again, "Let's start with Sarah..." You hold your breath. "First, let's get some facts straight. The two of you aren't married."

"Aren't married yet," you quickly correct her, then wonder whose side you are on.

"Not yet," she concedes, "however the fact is, you haven't tied the knot yet, so it's not like you guys are totally sworn to just each other. Because of that, I think you getting some practice in is the right move, that way you two can have a much more enjoyable wedding night." You breathe a sigh of relief you didn't even realize that you were holding in as it feels like a weight is lifted off of your chest. "But," she says, making you tighten right back up again, "I am a little disappointed in your choice of partner. I mean, this Emily girl sounds sweet and all, but you should have picked someone with a bit more experience to help teach you. I mean, I would have been more than happy to help you." She does seem to be a little hurt, and adds, "I still am willing, by the way," she adds casually.

With how much your balls have been aching and how much your cock has been straining to break free of your pants, that is all the invitation you need. "Great!" you say, quickly undoing your pants in the passenger seat of her car. "I will take all the help I can get, and I have been **** to get off again."

"Wha- Right now?" she asks incredulously. "In the work parking lot?"

"Well, yeah. Lunch break is almost over, so, yeah," you say, matter-of-factly.

She frowns for a bit, then shrugs. "Wouldn't be the first time," she mutters before helping to fish out your cock. Her eyes widen when your full length is revealed. "Oh fuck, you're massive!" she exclaims.

Blushing slightly, you ask, "Err, that's not a problem is it?"

She replies with a huge smile, "Oh, not all," she assures you before leaning in to put her mouth over your dick. Kylie blows your cock like a pornstar, wet, sloppy, and full of enthusiam. You swear you even hear her let out a moan or two as she slurps down on your penis. The funny thing is, despite her obvious experience and enjoyment compared to the other two girls who have blown you, she actually takes you into her mouth the shallowest, only managing to take just over half of you down her throat. Still, she more than makes up for it with her technique, both of her hands grasping your shaft to stroke you up and down and make sure not an inch of you goes unpleasured. When she notices you eyeing her cleavage, she pops her massive breasts free without breaking stride. Admittedly, it doesn't take much with her skimpy top. The view is amazing though, with her massive tits bouncing free as she blows you in the parking lot.

With your lunch break ending soon, you find yourself about to come. "Kylie, I'm close," you moan as you reach your threshold. Apparently she is too preoccupied to hear you because when you fire off your first burst into her mouth, she recoils in surpise, coughing up your cum onto her center console. The next spurts spray wildly, landing on her expose chest, face, clothes, and all over the driver's side of the car while Kylie just stares in shock. "Fuck, sorry, I did warn you," you say as you quickly tuck your cock back into your pants, not wanting to be late going back to work.

"Uhhh, yeah, it's... fine..." she says unsteadily.

Grabbing your phone, you see a text from Mr. Robinson. 'Hey kiddo! Sorry I missed you last night! You'll have to let me know how it went update me and how things are going.' You look back into the car and see Kylie still sitting there, stunned, tits out, and covered in cum. An idea pops into your head, and you decide to answer his question with a picture.

"Smile," you tell her, taking a few pictures before she realizes what you are doing.

"Oh, you're so bad! I guess you want to remember our first time, huh?" she says, seemingly happy and flattered that you want to take her picture as she smiles and poses for a few. "Now get out of here. No sense in both of us being late getting back." You scamper out of her car and make your way back to work, your mind finally clear. You are able to work effortlessly, working faster and more effectively than ever before. Kylie manages to sneak back into work at some point. You can see that she hastily redid her hair and makeup and did her best to clean her clothes, though you can still see the splatter marks from your baby batter even after it's been wiped off. She gives you a little wave and a giggle, which you return. She gets back to her cubicle in a hurry before the boss notices anything awry.