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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 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 purred, 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 tight white blouse that strained against her massive, heaving breasts, a miniskirt that hugged her big curves, and sheer stockings accentuating her long legs.
"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 smug 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.
"Ahhn! Ohh! Ngh!" Her cries echoed off the cold, tiled walls as she knelt on all fours, trembling hands clutching the toilet's edge, her massive ass raised high. Andy, shirt unbuttoned, pants pooled at his ankles, pounded her from behind with savage intensity. Her enormous breasts, barely contained by a straining red bra, bounced wildly, nipples stiff and stabbing through the torn fabric. Her green hair, soaked with sweat, spilled in messy strands over her face, black eyes glazed with defiance and surging pleasure, betraying her crumbling resolve.
Her tailored skirt, bunched around her hips, exposed her quivering, dark-skinned backside, framed by sheer black stockings ripped at the crotch where Andy had shredded her panties, revealing her dripping, throbbing pussy. PAH! PAH! The sound of flesh slamming flesh filled the stall, her curves rippling under his relentless rhythm. A sharp Slap! landed on her reddened ass cheek, wrenching a shrill "KYAA!" from her lips, laced with pain and an unwanted spark of arousal. "Stop it, Andy, you fucking creep! I don't want this!" Ashley growled, twisting to glare at him, nails scraping the toilet's edge.
Andy's grin was feral, his hands bruising her fleshy hips as he drove deeper, his thick cock stretching her tight cunt, forcing her to feel every inch. "Lying slut! Your pussy's choking my dick," he spat, spanking her again. PAH! Ashley whimpered, "OHH!", her body betraying her, hips tilting to meet his thrusts, her cunt dripping around him. Why the fuck do I let him do this? Every time, I'm his whore. This cock… it's breaking me! she thought, her mind spiraling as pleasure drowned her protests.
As Andy pounded her, Ashley's gaze fell to the toilet's still water, catching her reflection. Her sweat-drenched face stared back, green hair plastered to her cheeks, black eyes wild with lust, lips parted in a slutty "AHHN!". She looked like a broken bitch, Andy's property, her pride drowned in the filthy water. This is me… his fucking toy, she thought, a masochistic thrill pulsing through her, her pussy clenching tighter, sealing her surrender.
"Goddamn, Ashley, this ass was born to take dick!" Andy roared, yanking her green hair to jerk her head up, her debauched face caught by the phone's camera above. It captured everything: the sweat glistening on her white skin, her tits bouncing like gelatin, the torn stockings stretched over her quivering thighs, and the juices streaming down her legs, pooling on the floor. "Drop that tough-girl act and scream for your master, you cock-hungry bitch," he sneered, thrusting faster. Plap! Plap! Plap! The wet, filthy sounds filled the stall, her legs shaking, ass rippling lewdly with each impact.
Ashley's resistance snapped, her body consumed by lust. "Fuck… wait, Andy, let's switch!" she gasped, her voice thick with need, black eyes gleaming with corrupt desire. Andy paused, smirking, and pulled out with a wet Slosh!. "You want it that bad, slut?" he taunted, stepping back. Ashley, trembling, stood, her movements slow and deliberate, a seductive edge to her surrender. She peeled off her blouse, letting it fall, her torn bra barely holding her massive tits. She shimmied out of her skirt, leaving it in a heap, her white skin glistening under the fluorescent light. As she reached for her ripped stockings, Andy growled, "Keep those on. They make my cock throb." Ashley's lips curled into a mocking smirk. "King of perverts, huh?" she teased, her voice dripping with defiance and lust, the stockings clinging to her thick thighs like a second skin.
She pushed Andy onto the toilet seat, his cock standing rigid, glistening with her juices. Ashley climbed astride him, her green hair swaying, black eyes locked on his as she lowered herself, impaling her dripping pussy on his shaft with a lewd Slosh! and a loud "OHH!". "Fuck me harder, you bastard! I love being your slave!" she screamed, fully corrupted, her hips grinding, tits bouncing as she rode him like a whore. Plap! Plap! Plap! Her moans, "AHHN! NGH!", filled the stall, her body reveling in her degradation. "More! Ruin me, Andy! I'm your fucking slut!" she begged, her cunt squeezing him, lost to the pleasure of submission.
Andy groaned, "UNGH!", gripping her hips, thrusting up to meet her. "You're mine, you filthy bitch!" he snarled, his cock slamming into her cervix. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! He erupted, flooding her womb with thick cum, impregnating her as Ashley convulsed, screaming "AHHNNN!", her black eyes rolling, tongue lolling in ecstatic shame. She collapsed off him, sprawling on the floor, her body trembling, cum oozing from her gaping pussy, staining her torn stockings. Andy stood, still hard, and aimed his cock at her, jerking off. "Take it all, whore!" he grunted, "HNGR!", ropes of hot semen spraying across her face, tits, and green hair, coating her white skin in a humiliating cum flood. Ashley moaned, "OHH!", her fingers dipping into the cum, smearing it over her body, embracing her ruin.
The bathroom door creaked, and heels clicked. A woman entered, 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. "Clean it, slut," he ordered, pointing to his dripping cock. The blonde, no stranger to Andy depravity, sank to her knees instantly, moaning "MMH!". Her tongue flicked out, lapping the swollen head, savoring the mix of cum and Ashley's juices with slow, hungry strokes. Her eyes met Ashley's, still shuddering on the floor, and a silent pact formed—a shared fall into the company's lustful abyss. The blonde sucked deeper, moaning "MMH! CHU!", her lips gliding over Andy's shaft as he gripped her hair, grunting "UNGH!", while Ashley watched, her pussy throbbing with a final "AHHN!" at another woman's domination to her conqueror.
***
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.