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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! Squelch!
"Ahh! Ahhn! Ohh, fuck!" Ashley moans, her voice breaking into high-pitched gasps, her body betraying her as her pussy contracts around Andy's cock. Her tits bounce wildly, slapping the rim of the toilet, nipples rubbing against the cold surface, sending shocks of unwanted pleasure down her spine. Her ass, round and firm, slams against Andy's pelvis, the skin reddening from the constant pounding, each impact leaving a carnal echo that fills the bathroom.
She's kneeling, hands clutching the cold rim of the toilet, black-painted fingernails scratching the porcelain, head down, green hair falling in sweaty locks over her face. Her blouse is unbuttoned, leaving her tits in the air, pink nipples erect and quivering with each lunge. Andy, with his pants pulled down to his ankles, penetrates her from behind with his huge, thick, veiny cock, which thrusts in and out of her vagina with a brutal rhythm, making her ass quiver and producing a wet sound that echoes through the cubicle.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Squelch! Slish!
"What was that you said earlier, Miss 'I Won't Have Sex With You Again'?" Andy teases, his voice laden with arrogance, leaning in to whisper in her ear, his breath hot against her sweaty neck. He grips her hips hard, his fingers sinking into soft flesh, leaving red marks. "You may be the ice queen in the office, with that poker face and your constant indifference, but this pussy...fuck, it's dripping! Tight, wet, begging for my cock."
"N-no... ugh... I don't like it... ahhn!" Ashley tries to lie, shaking her head, but her voice trembles, betrayed by the moans escaping her throat. She looks up and sees herself in the reflection of the toilet water: burning cheeks, lips half-open, tongue out like a bitch in heat, yellow eyes clouded with lust. The image hits her like a punch. I have a boyfriend... a sweet man who loves me... but this fucking bastard... his cock makes me lose my mind. I can't resist him, he turns me into a slut! Her mind screams, but her body surrenders, arching to meet each onslaught, her juices dripping down her thighs, soaking the thong pushed aside.
Fwap! Fwap! Plap! Plap! Squelch!
"Ahh~!" "Ahhh~!" "Uhh~!"
Andy laughs, a low, cruel laugh, quickening his onslaught, the sound of flesh against flesh reverberating like a drum. "Your boyfriend must have a pathetic cock if you let him fuck you in a shitty bathroom like this. Watch you melt, Ashley! You're a slut to me, admit it." Her hand comes up, grabbing a lock of green hair, pulling it to arch her back, exposing even more of her tits to the air. With his other hand, he slaps her ass, leaving a bright red print.
Slap!
"¡Ahhn!" Ashley moaned with pain mingling with pleasure, her legs shaking, her pussy dripping so much that a puddle forms on the tile floor. The humiliation consumes her, but the pleasure is overwhelming, an electric current coursing through her. "Let's... change... positions... please!" she pleads, her voice broken, desperate to prolong the ecstasy she hates to admit.
Andy smiling, his green eyes flashing with triumph. "That's it, my Ashley." He withdraws, his cock glistening with Ashley's juices, and sits on the toilet, the seat cool against his skin. His erection points to the ceiling, throbbing, a column of flesh that seemed to cast a huge shadow.
"Ufff~" Ashley, sighs between gasps, struggling to her feet, legs shaky, and pulls off her blouse, letting the fabric fall to the floor, her huge tits swinging free, sweaty, the company ID card dangling between them, the plastic brushing against her sensitive nipples. She rolls up her mini-skirt to her waist, a ring of black fabric barely containing her figure, and starts to remove her panties, but Andy stops her with a gesture.
"Keep them on. It turns me on how you look, like a fancy whore," she says, her voice low and laden with lust.
Ashley, with a flash of her old attitude, arches an eyebrow. "And how are you going to stick it in me then, genius?" she asks, trying to regain some control, though her pussy throbs with desire.
Andy, with a perverted grin, grabs the stockings and rips the fabric at the crotch in one swift motion, leaving her swollen, dripping pussy exposed, the pink labia glistening under the fluorescent light. "Like this," she says, winking at him, showing off her depraved wit.
"Hahahaha~" Ashley lets out a surprised, almost admiring laugh. "You're the king of perverts, Andy." She straddles his legs, the tight cubicle forcing them tight, her tits brushing against Andy's chest, erect nipples leaving wet trails down his shirt. She slowly descends, impaling herself on his cock, a guttural moan escaping her throat as he fills her completely, stretching her to the limit.
Plap~!
"¡AHHNN!"
Andy, to intensify the pleasure in her, thrust two fingers into her anus spreading her huge buttocks apart, moving them in circles, exploring the tight entrance, making Ashley writhe in pleasure and pain as she feels her two holes pleasuring her. "Ohh! Fuck, Andy! My ass... ahhn!" she cries out, her hips moving frantically, her tits slapping against Andy's face, who catches a nipple with his teeth, biting it gently before sucking hard.
"¡Ohh!"
Plap! Plap! Squelch!
The cubicle shakes with their movements, the toilet creaking under their combined weight. Ashley's ID card swings, slapping against her tits, the plastic leaving red marks on her sweaty skin. "You're a fucking... ahh... monster!" she said between moans, her hands clutching Andy's shoulders, nails sinking into his flesh. "Uggh~!" he grunts, thrusting deeper, his fingers in her anus moving faster, synchronized with her onslaught.
"And you're a bitch who can't say no!" retorts Andy, biting her other nipple, his green eyes fixed on hers, enjoying her surrender. The bathroom fills with obscene sounds: the clash of flesh, Ashley's high-pitched moans, the creaking of the toilet, the dripping of her juices onto the floor.
Plap! Plap! Slish! Squirt!
"I'm going to... ahhn... cum!" Ashley screams, her body shaking, her pussy clenching Andy's cock like a vice, dripping juices splashing down both their legs. He grunts, feeling his own climax approaching.
"Take my cum, slut!" Andy ejaculates inside her vagina, filling it with hot spurts that overflow, dripping down her thighs and soaking her ripped stockings.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Sprooft!
"AHHNN!" Ashley comes, her orgasm so intense that she loses her balance, falling backwards onto the cubicle floor, panting, legs spread wide, cum dripping from her pussy through the hole in her stockings. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her tits glistening with sweat, pink nipples throbbing. Andy, still erect, stands up, his cock dripping, and sprays more cum on her face, aiming for her open mouth.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Ashley, in a lustful trance, catches the semen with her tongue, licking the sides of her lips, her yellow eyes clouded with submission. "Delicious..." she murmurs, licking herself, her face covered in fluids, on the company card stuck to her sweaty skin, her expression of a cold executive replaced by that of a sex slave. She rubs her clit, cumming again just from the humiliation, a stream of juices splashing on the floor.
Squirt! "¡Ohh!"
Suddenly, the cubicle door creaks open. Jasmine, a 22-year-old blonde intern with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail and a lit cigarette in her hand, enters for a smoke, violating company rules. Her blue eyes widen, the cigarette falls to the floor, extinguishing in the puddle of fluids. Seeing Andy sitting on the toilet, his erect cock glistening, and Ashley kneeling, sucking the semen protruding from the tip and sides, her green lips sliding down the length with devotion.
Slurp! Slurp! "Mmmh…"
"What the...shit!" cried Jasmine, her face reddening, but Andy looks up at her with a confident smile, his green eyes flashing like a predator's.
"Lena, come here. Clean my balls," he orders, his authoritative tone cutting through the air like a whip.
Lena, another of Andy's mistresses, is used to his demands. Her cheeks flush, but she doesn't hesitate. Throwing the pack of cigarettes on the floor, she kneels beside Ashley, her executive skirt riding up her slender thighs, revealing a blue thong. The two women, one on either side of Andy's massive cock, lick and suck, their tongues brushing, their faces glistening with saliva and cum. Ashley sucks the tip, her lips plunging, while Lena licks the balls, her cheeks hollow from the suction, moaning softly like an obedient pet.
Slurp! Slish! Slosh!
"Mmmh! Guh!" Ashley gags, tears streaming down her face, but she doesn't stop, her soaked thong dripping to the floor. Lena, more submissive, caresses Andy's muscular thighs, her hands trembling with arousal. Their tongues meet at the base of his cock, licking together, their moans mingling in an obscene symphony.
Gluck! Gluck! Slurp!
Andy, indifferent to the show, checks his cell phone, the light from the screen illuminating his handsome face. He reviews his sexual agenda: Rita at the club at 9... Debbie, the Aussie MILF, at 11... maybe a threesome with both of them. His cock throbs under the women's tongues, but his mind is on power, on the many more women he plans to subdue. He grabs the hair of both Ashley green and Lena blonde, moving their heads like dolls, forcing them to suck faster.
"Faster, bitches," he growls, pushing Ashley's head down, making her swallow all the way down her throat, his nose rubbing against her pubes. Lena, jealous, intensifies her licking, sucking a ball hard, her blue eyes watching Andy adoringly.
Gluck! Slurp! Slurp!
"I'm going to cum again!" Andy grunts, pushing both women back. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! He aims his cock and ejaculates, spraying their faces with thick cum, which drips down their cheeks, chins and necks, staining Ashley's ID card and Lena's blouse.
"Ahhn!" Ashley and Lena open their mouths, catching every drop, their tongues outstretched, licking each other's cum from their cheeks. Ashley, exhausted, rubs her clit, cumming again, a stream of juices splashing onto the floor, as Lena licks the semen off the tile, murmuring, "Thank you, Andy..." in a submissive voice, her eyes shining with devotion.
Squirt! "¡Ohh!"
Andy pulls up his pants, adjusting his shirt, his face unflappable, as if he's just closed a deal in a boardroom. "Clean up this mess and get back to work," he says coldly, his voice cutting. He exits the cubicle, the echo of his footsteps echoing in the bathroom, leaving Ashley and Lena on the floor, covered in cum, licking up the remains, their bodies shaking 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.