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001#
January 21, 2020. New York City, United States.
When Andy opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the voluptuous figure of a woman sprawled on top of him, her massive tits squashed against his rock-hard abs. She was sleeping with a satisfied grin, her lips slightly ajar, legs tangled with his as she breathed softly. Gazing down at her, Andy smirked, the memory of their night filled with raw, animalistic fucking washing over him.
"Hehe, that's five women already this week, and it's only Tuesday," he thought with a wicked, dominant grin, a chuckle echoing in his mind.
Andrew J. Collins, known as Andy Collins, was a 27-year-old stud working at an investment firm on Wall Street. While his job might seem stressful to some, it was a fucking wonder for him. His only "job" at the firm was to "make women cum," and he felt damn proud and lucky to have that gig.
In the three years he'd been there, he'd fucked every woman in the office, earning him the nicknames "The Wolf" and "Patrick Bateman 2.0" among his colleagues. This was his life, and he wouldn't change it for anything. The thrill of the chase, the seduction, and the ultimate conquest of these women were what got him hard.
Andy's mind was foggy from the hangover, only vaguely recalling the girl who lay sprawled across his body, her legs still tangled with his. They had met at the company party the night before, and things had escalated fucking fast. He had seduced her effortlessly, and they ended up in a nearby hotel room, their sweaty, naked bodies grinding against each other as they devoured one another.
In the throes of their primal rutting, she had let slip that she was the daughter of the company's CEO. This revelation made Andy pause for a split second, wondering if it was okay to fuck the boss's daughter. But he quickly dismissed the thought of stopping, too caught up in the heat of the moment to care. "The boss's daughter, huh?" he murmured, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Well, this just got a whole lot more fucking interesting."
His fingers trailed up and down her bare skin, feeling her shiver in response. This was going to make his conquest all the more satisfying. The risks only heightened the thrill.
The 12-year-old Macallan clouded his memory, and he only remembered that the woman's name began with "M". But what remained etched in his mind were the vivid details of their encounter, seared into his memory like a brand of fire.
He only thing I remembered the way she had begged for more, her voice hoarse and desperate as he fucked her from behind, her body bouncing back onto his cock. He remembered the way her body shuddered with every caress, her nipples hardening like diamonds under his rough pinch. And he remembered the way she came, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice as she screamed his name.
"Mmm... Andy," a soft moan slipped from her lips as she stirred awake. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. A warm, sleepy smile curved her lips as she took in his handsome features.
"Good morning, my love ♥♥♥," she murmured, her voice tender and intimate.
A shiver ran down Andy's spine at the word "LOVE." With quick, deliberate movements, he disentangled himself from her embrace and slid out of bed. His hands moved with quiet urgency as he began dressing, pulling on the same clothes he'd worn the night before, their fabric still carrying the faint scent of their passion.
"As much as I would love to stay, I'm afraid I must be going," he said, offering her a hurried farewell as he made his way towards the exit, eager to leave the hotel room behind.
He quickly approached the hotel room door, his hand on the doorknob, ready to turn it.
"Wait," the woman said, grabbing his arm just as Andy half-opened the door. "Can we at least have breakfast together?" she asked, her face eager for Andy to stay with her.
On the other hand, Andy couldn't bear the idea of spending another moment with her, but he needed an excuse to leave without causing a scandal, given that she was his boss's daughter. So, he did what he always did when he wanted to escape a situation with someone: he played the charming knight's face.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go," Andy replied with a reassuring smile, gently caressing her cheek with a captivating smile, his touch was warm and tender. "I don't want to be scolded for being late. But let me tell you, being with you is like seeing the world through different eyes. I hope we can meet again soon. I like you."
The woman's cheeks flushed completely at his empty words, captivated by his charm she responded with the same affection. "Okay, goodbye then, my love."
They gave each other a tender, lingering kiss on the lips before parting.
Andy left the hotel, his charming knight's face gave way to a deadpan expression, his thoughts consumed with absorbed with his true thoughts of the previous encounter. "It was good to fuck her, although she's pretty clingy and that made me uncomfortable, to tell you the truth. It wasn't my best night, but it wasn't a disaster either. At least she has huge fucking tits that made me throb with every thrust. I wonder who she got them from."
After a 10-minute walk through the streets, Andy arrived his way to Smith Capital Investments the company he works, for another day at the office. As he settled into his desk on the fifteenth floor, his mind was blank. Suddenly, Ashley, the vice president's secretary, approached him with an important message.
"Mr. Collins, Mrs. Smith requires your presence in her office immediately," Ashley said, with her vibrant green hair cascading over her shoulders and her piercing black eyes smoldering with intensity, Ashley was a vision in her provocative executive attire: a sheer black blouse, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a glimpse of her massive breasts spilling from a lacy bra, a tight leather pencil skirt that clung to her lush curves like a second skin, and sheer pantyhose that wrapped her long legs and stretched seductively over her waist, her stiletto heels clicking seductively on the marble floor.
"Right now?" asked Andy.
"Yes, right now," replied Ashley, the usually inexpressive secretary.
"Okay," replied Andy calmly.
"Please follow me," said Ashley, turning her back to Andy her high heels clicked on the marble floor, each step making her enormous, wobbling ass strain against the skirt so tight it threatened to split.
Andy remained calm when he received a call to the office from the Vice President herself. He anticipated she wanted to discuss some "private matter" alone.
"Ha, this woman is just too impatient," he chuckled to himself. The call didn't surprise Andy at all; he and the Vice President were regular fuck-buddies. She often summoned him to the bathrooms or her office for a quick, passionate fuck. He eagerly awaited the opportunity to plunge his throbbing cock into her rich MILF pussy once again.
As Ashley led him to the vice president's office through the corridors, Andy's eyes feasted on the curve of her ass, mesmerized by the way her short skirt swayed with each step. His wicked grin spread wide as he asked, "Ashley, how about we take a little break and have a 'special conversation' in the bathroom?"
Andy was thrilled to have Ashley's company. He looked forward to their thrilling "special conversations" in the bathroom, a welcome respite from work stress. Ashley halted mid-stride and turned around as they reached the hallway where it was just the two of them. Her stoic expression melted away, replaced by a flush and a nervous gaze.
"I will never have sex with you again. You never listen," Ashley replied, her voice laced with anger.
Andy's lips curled into a devilish smile. He closed the distance in three swift strides, his left arm snaking around her waist, yanking her against his hard chest. His right hand plunged down, grasping her plump ass through the tight skirt, squeezing the soft flesh until she gasped. Ashley froze, her black eyes wide with disbelief, her breath catching as she stared into his predatory gaze. "Are you sure you don't want this, Ashley?" he murmured, his voice low and dripping with seduction, his fingers kneading her ass possessively.
***
Three minutes later, they were in the women's restroom of the company, hidden away in the last cubicle stall at the very end.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Slish! Squelch!
"Ahhn! Ohh, fuck! Shit!" Ashley moaned, her voice cracking into high-pitched gasps, betrayed by her body as her pussy clamped down like a vice around Andy's cock. Her massive tits, freed from her unbuttoned blouse, bounced wildly, pink nipples scraping the cold rim of the toilet, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure down her spine. Her round, firm ass slammed against Andy's pelvis with every thrust, the skin reddening, each impact leaving a carnal echo that filled the stall like a profane drum. Her black-painted nails clawed at the porcelain edge, leaving scratches, while her green hair fell in sweaty strands over her face, sticking to her flushed cheeks.
Andy, pants pooled at his ankles, pounded her from behind with his thick, veiny cock, a pillar of flesh sliding in and out of her pussy with brutal rhythm, making her ass quake and producing a wet sound that rang out like a whip crack. Plap! Plap! Slish! Squelch! His large hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking into soft flesh, leaving red marks as trophies of his dominance. He leaned in, his hot breath grazing her sweaty neck. "What was that you said earlier, Miss 'I Will Never Sex With You Again'? Huh?" he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You can play the ice queen in the office with that poker face, but this pussy... fuck, it's dripping! Tight, wet, begging for my cock."
"N-no... ugh... I don't like it... ahhn!" Ashley tried to lie, shaking her head, but her moans betrayed her, spilling out in a torrent of lust. She glanced up and saw her reflection in the toilet water: burning cheeks, lips parted, tongue lolling like a bitch in heat, yellow eyes clouded with desire. I have a boyfriend... a sweet guy who loves me... but this bastard... his cock makes me lose my mind. He turns me into a slut! Her mind screamed, but her body surrendered, arching to meet each thrust, her juices dripping down her thighs, soaking the black thong pushed aside.
Plap! Plap! Squelch! Slish!
"AHH! Ohh! Uhh~!" Ashley moaned, her legs trembling, her pussy leaking so much a puddle formed on the tile floor. Andy let out a low, cruel laugh, speeding up his thrusts, the slap of flesh against flesh resounding like a war drum. "Your boyfriend must have a pathetic dick if you let me fuck you in a shitty bathroom like this. Look at you, Ashley, melting like a slut! Admit it, you're my whore." His hand grabbed a lock of green hair, yanking hard to arch her back, exposing her tits further to the chilly air. With his other hand, he slapped her ass, leaving a bright red print that burned like fire.
PAH! SSTAK!
"AHHN!" Ashley cried out, pain mingling with pleasure, her legs shaking, her pussy clenching Andy's cock in desperation. The humiliation consumed her, but the pleasure was an electric current surging through her, making her shudder. "Let's... switch... positions... please!" she begged, her voice broken, caught between shame and the need to prolong the ecstasy she hated to admit.
Andy grinned, his green eyes flashing with triumph. "That's it, my Ashley." He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, shining under the fluorescent light, and sat on the toilet, the seat cold against his skin. His erection pointed skyward, throbbing, casting an intimidating shadow on the stall wall.
"Ufff~!" Ashley gasped, struggling to her feet, legs wobbly. She tore off her blouse, letting it fall to the floor, her huge tits swinging free, sweaty, the company ID card dangling between them, the plastic brushing her sensitive nipples and sending shivers through her. She hiked her miniskirt to her waist, a ring of black fabric barely containing her figure, and started to peel off her stockings, but Andy stopped her with a commanding gesture.
"Keep 'em on. I love how you look, like a high-class whore," he growled, his voice thick with raw lust.
Ashley, reclaiming a flicker of her defiant attitude, raised an eyebrow. "And how the hell are you gonna fuck me then, genius?" she snapped, trying to regain some control, though her pussy throbbed with need, betraying her.
Andy, with a perverse grin, grabbed her stockings and ripped the crotch open in one swift motion, leaving her swollen, dripping pussy exposed, pink lips gleaming under the cold light. "Like this," he said, winking, flaunting his depraved wit.
"You're the king of perverts, Andy," Ashley muttered, straddling him, her legs spread in the tight stall, her tits brushing his chest, erect nipples leaving wet trails on his shirt. She lowered herself slowly, impaling herself on his cock, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as he filled her completely, stretching her to the limit, her flesh pulsing around every inch of him.
Plap! Slish!
"AHHNN!" Ashley screamed, her body trembling, her tits smacking Andy's face. He caught a nipple with his teeth, biting softly before sucking hard, sending a jolt of pleasure that made her arch. To heighten her torment, Andy slid two fingers into her anus, spreading her massive cheeks, circling the tight entrance. "Ohh, fuck, Andy! My ass... ahhn!" Ashley wailed, pain and pleasure colliding as both holes were teased, her hips bucking frantically, her tits slapping his face.
Plap! Plap! Squelch! Slish!
The stall shook with their movements, the toilet creaking under their combined weight. Ashley's ID card swung, smacking her tits, the plastic leaving red marks on her sweaty skin. "You're a fucking... ahh... monster!" she gasped between moans, her hands gripping Andy's shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. "Uggh~!" he grunted, thrusting deeper, his fingers in her anus moving faster, synced with his thrusts, stretching her to the edge of pain.
"And you're a bitch who can't say no!" Andy shot back, biting her other nipple, his green eyes locked on hers, reveling in her surrender. The bathroom filled with obscene sounds: the clash of flesh, Ashley's high-pitched moans, the toilet's creak, the drip of her juices onto the floor.
Plap! Plap! Slish! Squirt!
"I'm gonna... ahhn... cum!" Ashley screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy squeezing Andy's cock like a vise, juices splashing down their legs, soaking her torn stockings. Andy grunted, his balls tightening as his climax neared.
"Take my cum, slut!" he roared, unloading inside her pussy, filling it with hot spurts that overflowed, dripping down her thighs and staining the floor. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Sprooft!
"AHHNN!" Ashley came, her orgasm so intense she lost her balance, collapsing backward onto the stall floor, panting, legs splayed, cum leaking from her pussy through the hole in her stockings. Her chest heaved, her tits glistening with sweat, pink nipples throbbing. Andy, still erect, stood up, his cock dripping, and sprayed more cum on her face, aiming for her open mouth.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Ashley, in a lustful trance, caught the semen with her tongue, licking the sides of her lips, her yellow eyes clouded with submission. "Delicious..." she murmured, lapping at it, her face coated in fluids, the company ID stuck to her sweaty skin, her cold executive demeanor replaced by that of a sex slave. She rubbed her clit, cumming again from the sheer humiliation, a stream of juices splashing the floor.
Squirt!
"¡Ohh!"
Jasmine, the 22-year-old blonde intern with her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, slipped into the bathroom, a lit cigarette dangling from her lips. She was hunting for an empty stall to smoke in secret, breaking every damn company rule. Pushing open the door, her blue eyes locked onto the scene: Andy seated on the toilet, his erect cock glistening, and Ashley kneeling, lapping at the semen dripping from the tip and sides, her lips sliding with devotion. The cigarette slipped from Jasmine's lips, rolling to the floor and fizzling out in a puddle of fluids—sweat, spit, and semen, so much semen.
Slurp! Slurp! Mmmh…
"What the... fuck!" Jasmine exclaimed, her cheeks flushing, but Andy looked up with a confident smirk, his green eyes gleaming like a predator's.
"Jasmine, get over here. Clean my balls," he ordered, his authoritative tone slicing through the air like a whip.
Jasmine, another of Andy's lovers, was used to his demands. Her cheeks burned, but she didn't hesitate. Tossing her cigarette pack to the floor, she knelt beside Ashley, her executive skirt riding up her slender thighs, revealing a blue thong. The two women, one on each side of Andy's massive cock, licked and sucked, their tongues brushing, their faces shining with saliva and cum. Ashley worked the tip, her lips plunging deep, while Jasmine lapped at his balls, her cheeks hollowing from the suction, moaning softly like an obedient pet.
Slurp! Slish! Slosh! Gluck!
"Mmmh! Guh!" Ashley gagged, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't stop, her soaked thong dripping onto the floor. Jasmine, more submissive, caressed Andy's muscular thighs, her hands trembling with arousal. Their tongues met at the base of his cock, licking together, their moans blending into an obscene symphony.
Gluck! Gluck! Slurp!
Andy, unfazed by the spectacle, checked his phone, the screen's glow lighting up his handsome face, reviewing his sex agenda. Rita at the club at 9... Mrs. Hattchet, the BBW MILF, at 11... I don't know if I'll have time, maybe I will a threesome with both. His cock throbbed under the women's tongues, but his mind was on power, on the many more women he planned to dominate. He grabbed Ashley's green hair and Jasmine's blonde locks, moving their heads like puppets, forcing them to suck faster.
"Faster, bitches!" he growled, shoving Ashley's head down, making her swallow him to the hilt, her nose brushing his pubes. Jasmine, jealous, intensified her licking, sucking a ball hard, her blue eyes gazing at Andy with adoration.
Gluck! Slurp! Slurp!
"I'm gonna cum again!" Andy roared, pushing both women back. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! He aimed his cock and unloaded, spraying their faces with thick cum that dripped down their cheeks, chins, and necks, staining Ashley's ID card and Jasmine's blouse.
"Ahhn!" Ashley and Jasmine opened their mouths, catching every drop, their tongues outstretched, licking cum off each other's cheeks. Ashley, exhausted, rubbed her clit, cumming again, a stream of juices splashing the floor, while Jasmine lapped at the semen on the tiles, murmuring, "Thank you, Andy..." in a submissive voice, her eyes shining with devotion.
Andy pulled up his pants, adjusting his shirt, his face impassive, as if he'd just sealed a deal in a boardroom. "Clean up this mess and get back to work," he said coldly, his voice cutting like a blade. He strode out of the stall, the echo of his footsteps ringing in the bathroom, leaving Ashley and Jasmine on the floor, covered in cum, licking up the remnants, their bodies trembling in the aftermath of their submission.
***
Andy emerged from the women's restroom, his cock still dripping from the evidence of his recent activities. As he walked down the hallway, women and men were circulating, none of whom flinched at seeing him leave the women's restroom, intuiting what he had been doing. They treated him like an animal in heat, totally devoid of humanity.
Quickly arriving at Mrs. Smith's office, he opened the door to find her standing before him, an unparalleled beauty.
Amanda Smith, the Vice President, radiated a commanding, sultry elegance that captivated the room. Her piercing hazel eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence, softened by a teasing glint of seduction, while her platinum-blonde hair fell in glossy waves over her shoulders, accentuating her flawless complexion. A tight red dress hugged her voluptuous frame, her colossal breasts—plump and impossibly perky for her forty-five years—bouncing lightly with every breath, the fabric clinging to their curves and hinting at the stiff peaks beneath. Her massive ass, round and thick, jiggled with each step, the short black skirt riding up to reveal its sheer heft, a hypnotic sway that exuded primal power. Gold bracelets gleamed on her wrists, catching the light as she moved, her sleek black blazer with white pinstripes draped over her shoulders like a crown on her raw, irresistible allure.
Amanda stood with her back to the window, engrossed in a phone conversation, oblivious to Andy's presence in her office. Andy waited patiently, his eyes fixed on her from a distance.
"Yes, thank you, doctor," Amanda said, ending her call. Suddenly, Andy sprang into action, wrapping his arms around her from behind and grasping her ample breasts. "Did you call for me, Mandy?" he whispered seductively into her ear.
Surprised but not entirely, Amanda broke free from Andy's embrace and slapped him with a force that echoed through the office. The sharp "Slap!" reverberated off Andy's cheek, leaving momentarily stunned.
Andy's face registered a mix of surprise and confusion at the sudden act. "What's happening?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
"What's happening?! You slept with my daughter Michelle last night, despite my warning you not to!" Amanda exclaimed, her anger palpable.
"Michelle?... Oh yes, that was her name. The thirty-year-old virgin." Andy said, remembering the woman he had kissed earlier this morning. He also remembered that Amanda was the wife of the president of their company, Michael, and thus the mother of Michelle.
"I'm tired of you, Andy. Do you think you can sleep with someone without facing consequences?" Amanda asked, beginning to feel anxious.
"You know how I am, Mandy," Andy said in a mocking tone. "But I have a hard time understanding why it bothers you so much that I've been with your daughter. You and I have fucked countless times, and considering you're married, morally speaking, it shouldn't bother you. You know I'm a womanizer."
"That's precisely why I called you here," Amanda replied in a heavy voice.
"Where are you going with this, Mandy?" asked Andy, sensing there was more to her anger than just her daughter.
Suddenly, Amanda's demeanor changed, and she began to cry. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, revealing the source of her distress.
Andy was taken aback and quickly responded with a cold question. "Are you going to have an abortion?"
"It's too late for that," she replied. "My husband found out about the pregnancy and thinks it's his. He's looking forward to having a child."
Andy listened intently as Amanda hesitated and then continued with a mixture of guilt and determination.
"I managed to cheat on him," Amanda admitted quietly. "I told him I had sex with him one night when he came home drunk from work and didn't remember. He believed me."
Maintaining his composure, Andy asked, "So, what's the problem?"
"What's the problem?!" she said, surprised by his indifference. "I haven't been intimate with my husband for over a year, so there's no way it's his. I don't want to deceive him by pretending it's his."
"After all these years of deceiving him, you're worried about telling him a lie? That's hypocritical, don't you think?" said Andy in a sarcastic tone.
Amanda knew that lying was the easy way out, but she felt she couldn't do it. With tearful and desperate eyes, she said, "What am I going to do, Andy? What are we going to do about our baby?"
"Our baby? I don't care. Fool him by telling him it's his baby. I'm going to take a break," said Andy, leaving the office.
"Please, wait...!" Amanda begged.
Andy walked out of Amanda's office, barely hearing her words. "Wow, that was intense. I haven't even had time for breakfast. I should get a coffee at Starcub's."
As he was leaving the company building and crossing the crosswalk, his cell phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw that it was an incoming call from "Mom." Andy hung up when he saw the name on the screen, but before he could press the hang-up button, a sudden buzz filled the air. The sound of an approaching vehicle grew louder, and before he could react, a Japanese company Truck-Kun rammed Andy with a deafening "CRASH!" The impact threw him several meters.
"Aaaahh!!!"
"An ambulance!!!"
People all around were calling for help, others were screaming, and most were recorded with their phones. His life was over in the blink of an eye, without suffering or farewells, only the dull sound of the blow and the silence that followed. Perhaps as a just punishment for his sins.
Maybe it would have been karma.