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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 sluts 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 bitches 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 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 escaped the woman's lips as she began to stir awake. Blinking her eyes, she gazed upon Andy's handsome face, a warm smile spreading across her features.
"Good morning, my love," she greeted him tenderly.
Andy felt a shiver run down his spine when he heard the word 'love'. With quick, deliberate movements, he extricated himself from her embrace and began dressing hastily in the same clothes he had worn the previous night.
"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, manipulative knight.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go," Andy replied with a reassuring smile, gently caressing her cheek with a captivating smile, his was touch 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 love 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.
When Andy left the hotel, his charming demeanor gave way to a deadpan expression, his thoughts consumed by the events of the previous encounter came out. "It was acceptable to fuck her, although it bothered me a bit that she was still a virgin in her thirties, I wasn't expecting it. She was quite clingy, and that made me uncomfortable, to be honest. It wasn't my best night, but it wasn't a disaster either. At least she has big fucking tits."
After a 10-minute walk through the streets, Andy made his way to Smith Capital Investments 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 immediately," Ashley purred, her brown eyes smoldering with intensity, her dark hair framing a tight white blouse that barely contained her massive, heaving breasts. Her high heels clicked on the marble, each step making her enormous, wobbling ass strain against a skirt so tight it threatened to split, her stern facade hiding a raw, sensual hunger.
"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, who calmly got up from his desk and followed her, walking down the hallways to the Vice President's office.
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, 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 smiled at her response and swiftly walked towards her, wrapping his left arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him and grasping her ass with his right hand. Ashley was taken aback, unable to move as she stared at him in disbelief. "Are you sure you don't want this, Ashley?" he asked, with a low and seductive voice.
***
Three minutes later, in the women's restroom of the company, hidden away in the last cubicle stall at the very end.
"Eung! Ahh! Annhh!" Ashley's voice tore through the silence, her massive tits heaving with each savage thrust. The vice president's secretary was on all fours, her manicured hands gripping the cold porcelain of the toilet bowl, her black lace bra barely containing her jiggling breasts as they swayed provocatively. Her long brown hair spilled over her flushed face, her dark eyes half-shut in ecstasy. Her tight pencil skirt was bunched around her waist, exposing a gigantic, round ass that quivered with each impact.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
Andy fucked her from behind, his monstrous, veiny cock stretching her tight, dripping pussy to its limits. Each thrust slammed his pelvis into her juicy ass, the sound of flesh smacking flesh reverberating in the cramped space. Her black stockings, sheer and glossy, clung to her thick thighs, the garters straining as her body rocked forward.
Slap! Slap!
"That's it, Ashley," Andy growled, his voice ragged with lust as he dug his fingers into her hips, leaving red marks on her pale skin. "I love it when you drop your cold personality and be honest with my cock."
"Anhh! Shut the hell up!" Ashley gasped, her hips betraying her words as they slammed back to meet his thrusts. In her mind, she cursed herself: Goddamn it, why do I always end up like this? Every time this bastard's around, I'm bent over or on my knees for him. His cock… it's too fucking good! Her pride as the vice president's poised secretary crumbled, her body surrendering to the raw pleasure surging through her.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
"Annhh~! Annhh~!"
Their moans swelled, filling the cubicle with a symphony of debauchery. Ashley bit her lip, drawing a bead of blood, her face a mix of shame and ecstasy. She caught her reflection in the still water of the toilet bowl—a shocking sight: lips parted, tongue lolling, eyes glassy with lust, a complete whore lost in pleasure. "Annhh! Fuck!" she whimpered, the image pushing her closer to the edge, her pussy clenching around Andy's cock.
Andy grunted, pounding her harder, his balls slapping her clit with wet squelches. "Look at you, Ashley, all prim in the office, but here you are, starving for dick," he taunted, leaning forward to grab her swaying tits, pinching her hard nipples through the lace. "Hmm~! Annh!" she moaned, her sensitivity spiking as her body arched into his touch.
Slap! Slap!
He smacked her ass, the crack echoing as her flesh rippled. "Annhh! Harder, you prick!" Ashley cried, all composure gone. Andy obliged, angling his hips to hit a deeper spot, making her scream: "Anhh! Yes, right there!" Her squirt sprayed onto the floor, mingling with the precum dripping from their union, the cubicle now a mess of fluids and torn fabric.
"Andy… Anh… let's switch," Ashley panted, her voice thick with need. He pulled out with a wet pop, his cock gleaming with her juices, and sat on the toilet seat, his erection towering. Ashley stood, her breaths ragged, and began to strip. She peeled off her ruined blouse, revealing her massive tits spilling from her black lace bra, then slid her skirt down, exposing her garter belt and stockings. Her glasses came off last, her stunning face now raw with desire.
"Like what you see, pervert?" she teased, running her fingers along her curves, her hips swaying as she stepped closer. Just as she reached for her stockings, Andy's hand shot out. "Keep those on," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "They make you look like a fucking goddess."
Ashley smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? And how's do you plan to get that big dick inside with these on, genius?"
Andy's grin was feral. He grabbed the crotch of her stockings and ripped a jagged hole, exposing her swollen, dripping pussy while the black fabric still hugged her thighs. "Like this," he said, pulling her toward him. Ashley laughed, a husky sound. "You're the king of perverts." She straddled him, her knees sinking into the cold porcelain on either side, her hands gripping his shoulders as she lowered herself onto his throbbing cock.
"Annhh! Fuck, you're huge!" she moaned as he filled her, the torn stockings grazing her sensitive skin, amplifying the sensation. Pah! Pah! Pah! Her ass smacked against his thighs as she rode him, her tits bouncing wildly in his face. Andy buried his face in her cleavage, sucking a nipple through the lace, his teeth grazing the hard bud. "Anhh! Yes, suck me!" she cried, grinding her hips in circles, her pussy swallowing him to the hilt.
"Anhh! I'm gonna… fuck!" Ashley's moans became a continuous wail, her body trembling as she felt him swell inside her. Andy's thrusts grew erratic, his cock pulsing. "Ashley, I'm cumming!" he roared, slamming up into her one last time. Pah~! His semen erupted, hot and thick, flooding her pussy, spilling out through the torn stockings and dripping onto the floor. "Annhhh!" Ashley screamed, her own climax hitting, her squirt soaking his lap as her tits jiggled uncontrollably, the bra finally snapping under the strain.
She collapsed against his chest, her breasts still quivering, the remnants of her stockings tickling his thighs. "You're… a fucking animal," she panted, a satisfied smirk on her lips as their sweat-slick bodies pressed together. The cubicle reeked of sex, the floor a mess of cum, squirt, and shredded fabric.
Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open, and the click of heels echoed. A woman entered, oblivious to the debauchery, heading for a stall to sneak a cigarette—a forbidden act in the office. As she pushed open the cubicle door, her cigarette fell from her lips, her eyes widening at the sight: Ashley sprawled on the floor, trembling, her body coated in a thick layer of Andy's cum, her torn stockings exposing her ravaged pussy. Andy stood over her, his massive cock still hard, a bead of cum glistening at the tip.
The woman froze, her breath catching. Andy, unfazed, stepped toward her, his voice dripping with dominance. "Lick it clean," he commanded, pointing to his dripping cock. The woman, no stranger to illicit thrills, dropped to her knees without hesitation. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the swollen head, cleaning the mix of cum and Ashley's juices with slow, deliberate strokes. Her eyes flicked to Ashley, still shuddering on the floor, and a silent understanding passed between them—a shared recognition of their surrender to lust.
The woman, accustomed to her illicit activities, obeyed immediately. Kneeling before him, she took the swollen member in her mouth and began to clean it with slow, languid movements of her tongue. As she swallowed, her eyes met Ashley's, and the two women shared a complicit glance that said a lot about their shared experiences.
***
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 the sight of him leaving 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, Andy was rammed by a Japanese company Truck-Kun truck. The impact threw him several meters forward. Andy felt every bone in his body break as he struggled to breathe.
"Aaaahh!!!"
"An ambulance!!!"
People all around were calling for help, others were screaming, and most were recording 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.