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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! Slish! Squelch! Fwap
"AHH! AHH! AHH! " Ashley's screams shattered the silence, her voice cracking into high-pitched moans as her pussy clamped around Andy's thick, veiny cock, pulsing with every brutal thrust. Her massive tits, freed from her unbuttoned blouse, swung like ripe melons, pink nipples hard as bullets, colliding with a meaty Slap! that reverberated in the stall. Her fat, round ass slammed against Andy's pelvis, cheeks rippling like molten jelly, reddening with each Plap!—a testament to her surrender. Her black-painted nails clawed at the toilet's edge, green hair plastered to her sweat-slicked face, her yellow eyes glassy with lust and shame, betraying her defiance.
"What was that you said earlier, Miss 'I Will Never Sex With You Again'? Huh, slut?" Andy taunted, his voice thick with smug triumph as he pounded her from behind, his hands gripping her meaty hips, fingers digging into her soft arse cheeks, marking her with red welts. He leaned in, his hot breath scorching her sweaty neck. "You play the ice queen in the office with that poker face, but this pussy's givin' you away, eh? Fuck, it's drippin'! Tight, wet, beggin' for my cock." His words were a blade, slicing through her resistance, her juices cascading down her thighs, soaking the floor in a glistening pool.
"No… ugh… I don't want this… ahhn!" Ashley tried to lie, shaking her head, but her moans spilled out, a flood of raw desire. Her mind screamed, I've got a boyfriend… a sweet guy who loves me… but this bastard… his cock's driving me nuts. He's turning me into a slut! Yet her fat ass arched back, meeting each thrust with desperate hunger, her pussy pulsing, betraying her. Slish! Squelch! Her massive tits bounced wildly, nipples rubbing together, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through her quivering frame.
Plap! Plap! Squelch!
"AHH! Ohh! Uhh~!" Ashley's cries echoed off the pristine walls, her sweat-slicked curves glistening under the fluorescent light, a reflection of her defeat. "Slut, you love my cock, don't ya?" Andy growled, delivering a sharp SLAP! to her ass, leaving a burning red handprint that made her wince. "Your boyfriend can dream of marrying you, but this pussy's mine." His words stung, but her body craved more, hips rocking instinctively, chasing the cock that tore her apart.
"I'm… not… ahhn… your slut!" Ashley gasped, her voice breaking, but her pussy clenched tighter, her fat ass quivering with each Plap!. Goddamn it, I don't want this! But… fuck, it feels so good… Her mind fractured, torn between guilt for Dylan her boyfriend and the ecstasy Andy ripped from her. He yanked her green hair, forcing her to arch, her tits swinging like heavy pendulums, nipples scraping the air with every brutal thrust. Clap! Squelch!
"Open that pussy, you office whore!" Andy roared, pinching her nipples until she squealed, her tits bouncing wildly as his cock slammed against her womb. "Kyaaa...!" Ashley's scream pierced the air, pain and pleasure fusing as an orgasm tore through her, her juices erupting in a wild Squirt! Squirt! that soaked the floor. Andy laughed, spitting on her face, the saliva sliding down her cheek, mingling with her moans as they echoed off the graffiti-stained walls.
"AHHN!" Ashley's fat ass shuddered, her pussy clamping down in desperate betrayal, the humiliation burning as her body craved more. "L-let's… switch… positions… please!" she begged, her voice cracking, caught between shame and an insatiable need for more.
Andy's green eyes gleamed with triumph. "That's it, my Ashley," he growled, pulling out, his cock glistening with her juices, pulsing under the harsh light. He sat on the toilet, the cold porcelain biting his skin, his erection towering, casting a menacing shadow.
"Ufff~!" Ashley gasped, her legs wobbling as she stood, tearing off her blouse, letting it crumple on the cum-soaked floor. Her massive tits swung free, the company ID card dangling between them, brushing her sensitive nipples, sending shivers through her. She hiked her miniskirt higher, a black ring barely containing her curves, and reached for her stockings, but Andy's commanding gesture stopped her.
"Keep 'em on. You look like a high-class whore," he snarled, his voice thick with raw lust, his eyes devouring her glistening body.
Ashley, reclaiming a spark of defiance, raised an eyebrow. "And how the hell are you gonna fuck me then, genius?" she snapped, her pussy throbbing with need, undermining her bravado.
Andy's perverse grin widened as he grabbed her stockings, ripping the crotch open with a sharp Rrrrip!, exposing her swollen, dripping pussy, its pink lips gleaming. "Like this," he said, winking, his depraved wit cutting through her resistance.
"You're the king of perverts, Andy," Ashley muttered, straddled him, her legs spread in the cramped 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 Slosh! Squelch! tearing from her throat as he stretched her to the limit, her flesh pulsing around every veiny inch. "Fuck, what a tight pussy!" Andy growled, seizing her fat hips, fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he slammed her down. Plap! Plap! Her tits bounced obscenely, the ID card smacking her breasts, amplifying the pleasure. I'm sorry, Dylan, for being such a slutty girlfriend… Ashley's mind shattered, her pussy soaking her torn stockings, juices pooling on the floor.
"AHHNN!" Ashley shrieked, her massive tits slamming into Andy's face, bouncing with a meaty Slap! as he caught a nipple with his teeth, biting hard before sucking ravenously. Fwap! Fwap! He shoved two fingers into her tight asshole, spreading her fat cheeks, teasing the puckered entrance. "Ohh, fuck, Andy! My ass… no… ahhn!" Ashley wailed, pain and pleasure crashing as both holes were ravaged, her hips bucking wildly, her tits smacking his face.
Plap! Plap! Squelch! Slish!
Her curves shuddered, sweat glistening on her skin, the ID card swinging between her heaving tits, brushing her sensitive nipples. "You're a fucking… ahh… monster!" she gasped, her black-painted nails digging into Andy's shoulders. "Uggh~!" he grunted, thrusting deeper, his fingers in her ass moving faster, matching the rhythm of his cock pounding her dripping pussy.
"And you're a busty bitch who can't say no!" Andy spat, biting her other nipple, his green eyes reveling in her surrender. The stall reeked of raw sex, the graffiti—crude cocks and sluts scrawled in marker—mocking Ashley's defeat. Plap! Plap! Slish! Squirt!
"I'm gonna… ahhn… cum!" Ashley screamed, her curves quivering, her fat ass slamming against Andy's pelvis, juices streaming down her thighs, soaking her torn stockings. Andy roared, his balls tightening. "Fuck, take it all, you dirty slut!" Spurt! Spurt! Sprooft! His hot cum flooded her pussy, thick spurts filling her womb, mingling with her own juices.
"AHHNN!" Ashley's orgasm hit simultaneously, her pussy clenching like a vise, squirting a wild Squirt! Squirt! that mixed with Andy's cum, spraying the floor in a messy arc. She collapsed backward, panting, legs splayed, her body trembling, cum and juices leaking through her torn stockings. Andy, still hard, stood over her, spraying a final Spurt! Spurt! across her face, coating her green hair and open mouth in sticky ropes.
Ashley, lost in a lustful haze, caught the cum with her tongue, licking her lips, her yellow eyes clouded with submission. "Delicious..." she murmured, rubbing her clit, cumming again with a Squirt! as the humiliation fueled her ecstasy. "¡Ohh!"
Suddenly, the women's bathroom door creaked open. A woman slipped in, a lit cigarette dangling from her lips, heading for the last stall to smoke in secret, breaking every damn company rule. It was Jasmine. Her blue eyes widened in shock as she pushed open the cubicle door, catching Andy standing, smirking like a fucking king, his cock glistening, and Ashley sprawled on the floor, lapping at the cum dripping from her lips. The cigarette slipped from Jasmine's mouth, hissing out in a puddle of sweat, spit, and cum-soaked fluids.
"What the… hell!" Jasmine gasped, her cheeks flushing, but Andy looked up with a predator's smirk, his green eyes gleaming.
"Jasmine, get your ass over here. Lick my balls," he ordered, his voice a whip crack.
Jasmine, another of Andy's lovers, blushed but obeyed, kneeling beside Ashley, her executive skirt riding up her slim thighs, revealing a soaked blue thong. The two women, one on each side of Andy's massive cock, licked and sucked, their tongues brushing, faces glistening with spit and cum. Ashley dove deep, gagging as she took him to the hilt, while Jasmine lapped at his balls, her cheeks hollowing, moaning submissively. Slurp! Slish! Slosh! Gluck!
"Mmmh! Guh!" Ashley gagged, tears streaming, her massive tits bouncing, but she kept going. Jasmine, more submissive, stroked Andy's thighs, her hands trembling with arousal. Their tongues met at the base of his cock, licking together, their moans blending into a depraved symphony. Gluck! Gluck! Slurp!
Andy, unfazed, checked his phone, the screen glowing on his chiseled face, reviewing his sex agenda. Rita at the strip club at 9... Mrs. Hattchet, the BBW MILF, at 11... Maybe a threesome with both. His cock throbbed under their tongues, but his mind was on power, on the women he planned to dominate.
He grabbed Ashley's green hair and Jasmine's blonde locks, yanking their heads like puppets. "Faster, you sluts!" he growled, shoving Ashley's head down, her nose brushing his pubes. Jasmine, jealous, sucked a ball harder, her blue eyes worshipping Andy. Gluck! Slurp! Slurp!
"I'm gonna cum again!" Andy roared, pushing both women back. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! He sprayed their faces with thick cum, dripping down their cheeks, chins, and necks, staining Ashley's green hair and Jasmine's blouse. "Ahhn~!" Ashley and Jasmine opened their mouths, catching every drop, licking cum off each other's cheeks. Ashley, exhausted, rubbed her clit, cumming again with a Squirt!, while Jasmine lapped at the semen on the tiles, murmuring, "Thank you, Andy…" in a submissive voice, her blue eyes shining with devotion.
Andy pulled up his pants, adjusting his shirt, his face impassive, as if he'd just closed a deal. "Clean up this mess and get back to work," he said coldly, his voice slicing through the air. He strode out, his footsteps echoing, leaving Ashley and Jasmine on the floor, covered in cum, licking the remnants, their bodies trembling in a haze of lust and shame, marked by desire and power in a corporate world ruled by raw dominance.
***
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.