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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 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 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 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 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 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 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. "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 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!"
"Ahhn! Ohh! Ngh~!" Ashley's desperate moans ricocheted off the cold, tiled walls of the company bathroom stall, her trembling body rocked by each brutal thrust. On all fours, her massive ass jutted high, quivering under the fluorescent glare, her pale skin slick with sweat that dripped to the filthy floor. Her green hair, a tangled, sweat-soaked mess, clung to her cheeks, black eyes blazing with defiance yet glazed with surging lust, her cold corporate mask cracking. Her enormous tits, spilling from a red bra still clinging to her torso, bounced wildly, freed nipples stiff and throbbing, swaying like pendulums with each impact. Her tailored skirt bunched around her thick hips, sheer black stockings ripped open at the crotch, framing her throbbing, dripping pussy. Her black thong lay crumpled on the tiles beside her company ID card, its photo of her stern face a cruel mockery of the slut she'd become.
Andy towered behind her, his unbuttoned shirt revealing a chiseled chest, pants pooled at his ankles, his thick cock glistening with her juices. "What was that you said earlier, Miss 'I Won't Have Sex With You Again'?" he mocked, his voice dripping with hunger as he gripped her fleshy hips, bruising her white skin. Fwap! Fwap! His massive shaft pounded her tight cunt, stretching her walls to their limit, her enormous ass jiggling lewdly, rippling with each savage thrust. Slap! His hand cracked against her reddened cheek, wrenching a shrill "Kyaa~!" from her lips, pain mingling with a shameful pulse of arousal. Ashley's nails clawed the toilet's edge, her body shuddering as she fought the ecstasy threatening to shatter her icy resolve.
"Look at you, my gorgeous slut," Andy growled, his fingers sinking into her quivering thighs, driving deeper, his cockhead battering her cervix. Plap! Plap! The wet, obscene clash of flesh filled the stall, her pussy gushing around him, juices streaming down her torn stockings, pooling beside her discarded thong and ID. Drip! Her black eyes caught her reflection in the toilet's stagnant water—a debauched whore, green hair plastered to her sweat-drenched face, lips parted in a slutty "Ahh~n!" She was Andy's toy, her pride drowned in the filthy stall, her massive tits bouncing, threatening to tear the red bra still clinging to her. Why the fuck do I let him do this? Every time we see each other I end up giving in. This cock... is breaking me! she thought, her mind spiraling as pleasure drowned her protests.
Slosh! Her slickness coated his balls, her hips betraying her as they rocked back to meet his thrusts. "I can't resist this cock," she gasped, her voice thick with need, her defiance crumbling under the relentless pounding. Andy's grin was feral, yanking her green hair to jerk her head up, her ravaged face captured by the phone's camera hovering above. It recorded every sordid detail: the sweat gleaming on her pale skin, her enormous tits swaying, nipples raw and exposed, the torn stockings stretched taut over her thick thighs, and the rivers of juice soaking the tiles.
"Show them how you crave it, you cock-hungry slut," he growled, thrusting faster. Plap! Plap! Plap! Ashley's legs trembled, her massive ass clapping with each impact, her body consumed by a masochistic thrill. "Andy, let's switch positions," she moaned, her black eyes wild with corrupt lust, her cold persona obliterated. Andy smirked, pulling his cock free with a wet Slosh!, her pussy gaping as juices dripped. He sat onto the toilet seat, his rigid shaft glistening, throbbing with need. Ashley rose, trembling, her movements dripping with seductive surrender, peeling off her blouse to let it fall, then unhooking her red bra, her enormous tits spilling free, bouncing heavily, nipples hard as bullets. Her skirt joined the heap, leaving only the torn stockings, clinging to her thighs like a whore's badge. Andy's eyes devoured her, his cock twitching. "Those stockings make you irresistible," he growled. "They scream you're my perfect slut." Ashley's lips curled into a defiant smirk. "King of perverts, aren't you?" she purred, her green hair swaying, black eyes gleaming with lust and defiance.
She straddled him, her massive tits swaying, locking her black eyes on his as she impaled her dripping pussy on his shaft with a lewd Slosh! and a throaty "Ohh!" "Fuck me until I'm cumming, Andy," she begged, fully corrupted, her hips grinding, enormous ass bouncing, tits slapping together as she rode him like a shameless whore. Plap! Plap! Plap! Her moans filled the stall, "Ahhn! Ngh~!" her pussy clamping tight, reveling in her degradation. Andy groaned, "You're perfection, my dirty goddess," gripping her hips, thrusting up to slam into her cervix, her massive tits bouncing wildly, sweat flying.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! His thick cum erupted, flooding her womb, impregnating her as Ashley convulsed, screaming "Ahhnnn!", her black eyes rolling, tongue lolling in ecstatic shame. She collapsed off him, sprawling on the cold tiles, her body quaking, cum oozing from her gaping pussy. Andy stood, still hard, stroking his cock. "Take it all, you gorgeous whore," he commanded, grunting as ropes of hot semen sprayed across her face, tits, and green hair, drenching her pale skin in a humiliating flood. Moan! Ashley's fingers smeared the cum over her massive tits, embracing her ruin with a final "Ohh!"
The bathroom door creaked, and heels clicked. A curvaceous blonde in a skin-tight suit, seeking a stall to sneak a cigarette, forbidden in the company. She pushed open the cubicle, her cigarette tumbling as she gaped: Ashley sprawled, trembling, drenched in Andy's cum, her torn stockings baring her ravaged pussy, green hair matted with semen. Andy loomed over her, his massive cock still rigid, a bead of cum gleaming at the tip. The woman, a curvaceous blonde in a skin-tight suit, froze, her breath quickening with a soft "Eh?".
Andy, unfazed, stepped toward her, his voice dripping with dominance. "Lick me clean, you slut," Andy ordered, pointing to his dripping shaft. The blonde, no stranger to his depravity, sank to her knees, her eyes flicking to Ashley's shuddering form. "Anything for you, master," she purred, her tongue lapping the swollen head, savoring the mix of cum and Ashley's juices. Slurp! Mmh! Her lips slid over his cock, sucking deeper as Andy gripped her hair, grunting, "That's it, my sweet bitch." Ashley watched, her pussy throbbing with a final "Ahh~n!" at the sight of another woman falling to her conqueror, their shared descent into the company's lustful abyss sealed in the filthy stall.
***
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.