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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 lying on top of him, her huge dense breasts crushed against his rock-hard abs. The heavy melons spilled out to the sides, flattened and deformed by their own weight. She slept with a satisfied smile, lips slightly parted, thick fleshy thighs intertwined with his, her pussy still wet and sticky brushing against his thigh. The scent of recent sex and dried cum filled the air.
Andy smirked smugly, his semi-hard cock throbbing under the sheet as the memories of the night flooded back. He had fucked her like an animal, pounding her until her fat hips quivered and her tits bounced wildly. He had cum inside her three times, filling her womb until the semen dripped down her meaty thighs.
"Heh… that makes five sluts this week, and it's only Tuesday," he thought with a malicious, dominant grin, his cock hardening again just from the memory. A dark chuckle echoed in his mind as he carelessly caressed one of the sleeping woman's lewd fat tits, pinching the hardened nipple until she moaned unconsciously in her sleep.
Andrew Jonathan Collins, known as Andy Collins, was a 26-year-old stud working at a prestigious Wall Street investment firm. To anyone else it might seem stressful, but to him it was fucking paradise. His real "job" at the office was making women cum until they lost their minds, and he felt damn proud and lucky to have that position.
In the three years he'd been there, he had fucked every woman in the firm: secretaries with round tight asses, analysts with big tits spilling out of their blouses, uptight executives who ended up begging for his cock while screaming with their legs spread wide on his desk.
It earned him the nicknames "The Wolf" and "Patrick Bateman 2.0" among his colleagues, and he wore them like medals.
This was his life, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.
The thrill of the chase, the slow seduction until he broke their resistance, and the final conquest—when the woman turned into a dumb moaning bitch trembling under his cock—was what got him rock-hard every morning.
And today, like every day, he was already thinking about the next bitch.
The hangover clouded Andy's mind, barely recalling the girl sprawled across him, her thick, meaty thighs still tangled with his. They had met at the company party the night before, and things had escalated lightning-fast. He seduced her effortlessly, as always, and they ended up in a nearby hotel room, their sweaty, naked bodies grinding urgently as they devoured each other.
In the heat of his primal lust, she let slip that she was the CEO's daughter. Andy paused for a split second, wondering if it was wise to fuck the boss's daughter. But he dismissed the thought instantly; he was too lost in the raw heat of the moment, too absorbed in pounding into her over and over.
"That turns me on even more than the fact that the man who signs my paycheck is the same one whose daughter I'm pounding full of cum."
That thought made the conquest all the more satisfying. The risks only amplified the thrill.
But, whether it was the 12-year-old Macallan or his own indifference, his memory was hazy. All he could recall was that her name began with 'M'. What had remained vividly etched in his mind, however, were the heated details of their encounter the night before.
"Mmm… Andy," a soft moan escaped her lips as she slowly woke up. Her eyes fluttered open and immediately found Andy's, locking onto him. A warm, sleepy smile spread across her face as she looked at him with adoration.
"Good morning, my love..." she whispered tenderly.
A chill ran down Andy's spine the moment he heard the word "love."
With quick, deliberate movements, he untangled himself from her clingy embrace and slid out of the bed. His hands moved with silent urgency as he began dressing, pulling on the same clothes he had worn the night before. The fabric still carried the faint, musky scent of sex and her perfume — a reminder he didn't want right now.
"As much as I'd like to stay, I'm afraid I have to go," he said, rushing his goodbye as he headed straight for the door, clearly eager to escape the hotel room.
He reached the door in just a few strides, his hand already gripping the knob.
"Wait," the woman called out, quickly grabbing his arm just as Andy started to open the door. Still completely naked, with nothing covering her curvaceous body, she pleaded, "Can we at least have breakfast together?" Her face was full of anxiety and desperate hope.
Andy couldn't stand the thought of spending even one more minute with her, but he needed a clean exit. After all, she was the boss's daughter. So he did what he always did best: put on the charming gentleman mask.
"I'm sorry, but I really have to go," he replied with a warm, reassuring smile, gently caressing her cheek with tender care. "I don't want to get scolded for being late. But let me tell you — being with you is like seeing the world through new eyes. I hope we can see each other again soon. I like you."
Her cheeks flushed deep red at his empty words. Completely captivated by his charm, she smiled softly.
"Well, goodbye then, my love..."
They shared a tender, lingering kiss before he finally pulled away.
Andy stepped out of the hotel and the charming gentleman facade dropped instantly. His face turned cold and emotionless as he sank deep into his thoughts.
"It was good fucking her, even if she's way too clingy. That creeped me feel out, honestly," he thought with a smirk. "Not my best night, but not a disaster either. At least those massive tits of hers made my cock throb with every thrust. I wonder who the hell she got those huge melons from."
After a ten-minute walk through the bustling streets, Andy arrived at Smith Capital Investments, ready for another day at the office. He settled into his desk on the 15th floor, his mind still wandering.
Suddenly, Ashley — the vice president's secretary — approached him.
With her vibrant green hair cascading down her shoulders and her sharp, piercing black eyes shining with cold intensity, Ashley was an incredibly provocative sight. Her sheer white blouse was unbuttoned just enough to reveal an obscene amount of deep, juicy cleavage, her huge dense breasts practically spilling out of a tiny lace bra that struggled to contain those massive melons. The tight pencil skirt clung desperately to her wide fat hips and lush, meaty ass, perfectly hugging every curve of her voluptuous lower body. Black stockings wrapped around her long, toned legs, and her sharp heels clicked loudly against the marble floor with every step.
"Mr. Collins," Ashley said with a serious, professional and slightly uptight expression, "Mrs. Smith requires your immediate presence in her office."
"Right now?" Andy asked.
"Yes, right now," Ashley replied in her usual cold, expressionless tone.
"Alright," Andy answered calmly.
"Please follow me," she said, turning her back to him. Every step made her enormous wobbling ass strain violently against the tight pencil skirt. The fabric was so stretched over her massive meaty cheeks that it looked like it could rip apart at any second. Her fat hips swayed hypnotically, the heavy globes flexing and jiggling with each click of her heels.
Andy remained composed as he was summoned by the vice president herself. He already knew what this was about. She probably wanted another "private meeting."
"Heh, this horny bitch is way too impatient," he chuckled under his breath. The call didn't surprise him in the slightest. He and Mrs. Smith were regular fuck buddies. She often dragged him into her office or the bathroom for a quick, hard fuck whenever her rich husband left her unsatisfied. Andy could already feel his thick cock hardening in his pants at the thought of burying himself again inside her tight, wet MILF pussy.
As Ashley led him down the hallway, with just the two of them there, Andy's eyes remained glued to the hypnotic sway of her fat ass under that ridiculously tight skirt. Each step made her meaty cheeks bounce and ripple visibly. A wicked grin spread across his face as he raised his voice:
"Ashley, how about we take a little break and have one of our 'special conversations' in the women's restroom?"
Ashley stopped halfway down the hallway. Her usual stoic expression finally cracked, causing a deep flush in her cheeks and her gaze to become nervous.
"I'm never having sex with you again. You never listen," she replied, her voice thick with anger and frustration.
Andy's lips curled into a mischievous, predatory smile. In three quick strides he closed the distance, wrapping his strong left arm around her slim waist and yanking her flush against his firm chest. His right hand immediately dropped to her massive plump ass, greedily grabbing a handful of soft, fleshy meat through the tight skirt and squeezing hard.
Ashley froze, her black eyes widening in disbelief. But her body betrayed her instantly — her thick thighs clenched together and a soft, stifled whimper escaped her lips: "Mmmh… nnh…"
Without breaking eye contact, Andy slid his hand lower, slipping two fingers under the hem of her tight pencil skirt. He pressed them firmly against her panties, right over her pussy, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the already damp fabric. Ashley's breath hitched sharply, her hips twitching forward despite herself. Her cunt soaked through the thin material almost instantly, coating his fingers with warm, slick juices as he teased her swollen folds.
"Hnn… ahh…" a tiny, needy moan slipped out of her.
Andy pulled his fingers free, now glistening with her arousal, and held them up between their faces. Clear, sticky strings of her pussy juice stretched and dripped slowly. With his other hand, he yanked open his fly and pulled out his fully erect cock — long, thick, veiny, with that perfect upward curve, the swollen head already leaking precum.
"Do you really not want this?" he asked mockingly, brushing the hot, throbbing head of his dick against her stocking-covered thigh. "Look at it, Ashley. It's rock hard because of you. Just like always."
Ashley looked down. Andy's cock was imposing: thick at the base, perfectly shaped, and with that dangerous curve she knew would hit her most sensitive spot mercilessly. She felt her pussy clench hard, a fresh gush of wetness flooding her blue lace panties.
"Andy… please…" she whispered, but her voice had already become weak and pathetic.
***
In the last stall of the women's bathroom, Ashley had completely surrendered.
She was squatting on her heels, completely naked from the waist up. Her white blouse and bra lay discarded on the dirty floor. Her massive, heavy tits with visible veins were squished against Andy's thighs as she eagerly sucked his huge cock.
Gluck… gluck… gluck… sluuuurp!
The only sounds echoing in the stall were the wet, sloppy noises of her intense blowjob. Ashley bobbed her head frantically, taking him deep into her throat, gagging and drooling all over his thick shaft.
Andy gripped her head tightly with both hands, fucking her mouth roughly while laughing.
"What the fuck did you say earlier, Miss 'I'm never having sex with you again'?" he mocked, thrusting his hips forward. "And now look at you… kneeling like a cheap whore, sucking my dick in the office bathroom. You love playing the ice queen in front of everyone, but deep down you're dirtier than a mechanic's hands."
Ashley tried to protest, her eyes watering.
"Mmmph—! N-no, I— gluuuck… I'm not— hhrrrk!"
Her words were completely muffled and broken by the massive cock stretching her mouth. She couldn't even finish a sentence. Instead, she kept sucking obediently, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her bouncing tits.
Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, her black stockings torn at the crotch, and her light blue thong pulled aside. With one hand frantically rubbing her soaked pussy, she fingered herself shamelessly while worshipping his dick.
Slurp… gluck-gluck-gluck… schlop!
Her huge breasts jiggled and slapped against Andy's legs with every deep thrust into her throat. She moaned pathetically around his cock, completely broken and lost in lust.
Ashley kept bobbing her head, gagging wetly on Andy's massive cock as it bullied its way down her throat. Gluck-gluck-gluck… gluuuurk!
She was shaking her fat, mature ass like a whore in heat, her heavy cheeks clapping together loudly — PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! — while her soaked pussy and tight asshole winked with every movement.
Andy gripped her hair tighter and growled: "Swallow my balls, you fucking slut."
Ashley shook her head desperately, moaning a muffled "Mmm-mmm!" around the thick shaft stretching her mouth. She tried to pull back, but Andy held her firmly in place.
"If you don't choke on them, I'm not fucking that desperate pussy of yours," he said coldly. "Your boyfriend clearly isn't doing his job. You've been walking around the office like a frustrated bitch in heat for months. So open wide and prove you deserve this cock."
Ashley's face burned with shame. At 38 years old, she was being dominated by a 26-year-old coworker. Pride told her to resist, but her dripping cunt betrayed her. With a defeated whimper, she pushed forward.
GLLLUUUCK… HUUURK… GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUUURK!
Her eyes watered heavily as she forced herself deeper. Her throat bulged obscenely, but no matter how hard she tried, those heavy, swollen balls — each one the size of a billiard ball — refused to slip into her mouth. She gagged violently and finally pulled back, coughing and gasping for air. Thick strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to his glistening cock.
Andy looked down at her with mocking disappointment, slowly stroking his massive, spit-covered dick in front of her ruined face.
"Pathetic," he sneered. "I really thought a mature office slut like you could handle it. I'm very disappointed, Ashley."
He tapped his heavy cock against her cheek with a wet thwack-thwack before adding with a cruel smirk:
"The only woman who can actually swallow my entire sack is Vice President Smith. That cold bitch can take every inch and still beg for more. Maybe I should've called her instead."
Andy grabbed Ashley by the arm and roughly yanked her up. He spun her around and shoved her forward, forcing her into a doggystyle position over the toilet. Her hands braced against the tank as her fat ass stuck out obscenely behind her.
Behind her, Andy stroked his massive cock with long, wet shlick-shlick strokes. He squeezed her huge, soft ass cheeks hard, spreading them wide and exposing her dripping pussy and tight asshole. Her black stockings were torn around her crotch, and her light blue thong was pulled aside, completely soaked with her love juices.
He slapped his heavy cock against her plump ass cheeks — PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! — making them jiggle. The fat tip of his dick teased her slippery pussy lips, rubbing up and down her slit.
Without warning, Andy gripped her hips and slammed forward.
THWOP!
"AHHHHHHH!!" Ashley screamed as his enormous cock stretched her pussy wide open in one brutal thrust.
Andy immediately started pounding her mercilessly. PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping against skin echoed loudly in the bathroom stall. Her massive ass rippled with every powerful thrust.
"Fuck! Yes! Harder!" Ashley moaned like a whore, pushing her ass back to meet his cock. SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! Her soaked pussy made loud, sloppy noises as he railed her deep.
Her heavy tits swung wildly beneath her, slapping against the toilet seat with every thrust.
While getting fucked senseless, Ashley glanced down and caught her own reflection in the toilet water. For a brief moment, her mind cleared.
What the fuck am I doing with my life? she thought. She had money, status, a loving boyfriend… and yet here she was, bent over in the office bathroom like a cheap slut, getting her pussy destroyed by a younger man. And the worst part? She was loving every second of it.
That shameful thought was quickly shattered as Andy slammed into her even harder.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"Ahh! Ahh! Fuck me! Don't stop!" she cried out, completely lost in pleasure.
Andy groaned, his pace becoming frantic. "Inside or outside, Ashley?"
"Outside! Cum outside!" she gasped desperately.
But Andy just smirked. He tightened his grip on her wide hips and buried his cock as deep as possible.
"Too bad," he growled.
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! SPURRRRT!
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded Ashley's womb. She let out a long, broken, orgasmic scream: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Her eyes rolled back, her tongue hung out, and her face twisted into a perfect ahegao expression — completely lost in ecstasy. Her pussy clenched and spasmed hard around his pulsing cock, milking every drop of his load deep inside her.
Even after he finished, Andy kept his cock buried inside her creampied pussy, letting the excess cum leak out around his shaft and drip down her thighs.
Andy released Ashley's arms and let her collapse onto the dirty bathroom floor. She landed on her knees, panting heavily, her face and massive tits glistening with thick cum.
But Andy wasn't done yet. His huge cock was still throbbing hard. He stroked it slowly as the last powerful spurts shot out.
Splurt… splurt… spluuurt!
Thick ropes of semen splattered across Ashley's heavy breasts, her cheeks, and her open mouth. Drip… drip… plop… Warm cum slowly dripped from her chin and nipples onto the tiled floor.
Ashley, completely lost in lust, licked her lips slowly, tasting the thick load. With a submissive, breathy voice she whispered: "Thank you for the meal…"
Suddenly, the cubicle door swung open.
Brittney Hatchett, the 19-year-old new intern, stepped in. She was stunning — long dyed blonde hair, big brown eyes, massive tits straining against her tight blouse, and a visible tattoo on her arm that read "Randy". She had sneaked in to vape.
Her vape fell from her hand and clattered on the floor.
She froze at the sight: her respected supervisor Ashley on her knees, covered in fresh cum, and Andy standing there with his massive erect cock still dripping.
Plop… plop… drip…
More semen continued to leak from the tip of his cock onto the floor.
Andy didn't even flinch. Ashley panicked and tried to reach for her clothes, but Brittney's reaction was completely different.
The young blonde dropped to her knees without hesitation. She leaned forward, bringing her pretty face dangerously close to Andy's massive, cum-covered cock. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"May I clean your cock for you, sir?" she asked with a naughty, slightly dominant smile.
Andy smirked and answered: "Permission granted."
Brittney immediately opened her mouth and took him in.
Gluck… gluck… sluuuurp… gluck-gluck!
She sucked him eagerly, cleaning every inch of his thick shaft, tasting the mix of Andy's cum and Ashley's pussy juices. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the cubicle as she bobbed her head.
While Brittney bobbed her head hungrily on his cock, Andy casually pulled out his phone with one hand, the other still resting on the back of the young intern's head, guiding her rhythm.
He opened his "Sex Schedule" app and scrolled through it with a relaxed expression.
"At 5 I've got Rita, that Indian MILF who got her ass and tits done…" he muttered casually while Brittney kept sucking. "Fuck, her new ass feels incredible. Then at 7… ah yeah, Mrs. Hatchett — your mom."
Brittney's eyes widened slightly but she didn't stop sucking.
"She begged me to come over tonight and fuck her at your home," he continued with a small smirk. "She says dildos don't satisfy her anymore. She loves it when I slap her ass raw and call her 'you dirty fucking mommy slut'."
Ashley stood there on shaky legs, cum still dripping down her body, staring in disbelief at the scene. Her innocent-looking 19-year-old intern was eagerly deepthroating the same cock that had just ruined her, while Andy casually talked about fucking Brittney's own mother later that night.
Ashley shook her head slowly and muttered in a hoarse voice: "You're… a fucking demon."
***
Andy stepped out of the women's restroom with a smug, satisfied grin on his face. His cock was still half-hard as he casually tucked it back into his pants and zipped up, before strutting down the hallway as if he owned the entire building.
He walked with complete confidence down the hallway, as if nothing had happened. Everyone who passed by—men and women circulating in both directions—knew exactly what he had been doing in the women's restroom. Nobody dared say a word. They simply intuited it, treating him like an animal in heat, totally devoid of humanity, yet no one flinched at the sight.
The women stared openly with raw lust in their eyes, biting their lips. Several clenched their thighs together, clearly getting wet as they imagined themselves bent over in that room, moaning like bitches in heat. Their hungry eyes lingered on the obvious bulge in his pants.
The men burned with bitter envy and humiliation. Their jaws clenched tightly and their fists trembled at their sides as they stared at the thick, prominent bulge. Many felt their own pathetic cocks shrink in their pants, knowing they could never compare.
"Fucking lucky bastard…" one of them muttered under his breath, glaring with pure hatred as Andy walked past with that arrogant, dominant smirk on his face.
Quickly arriving at Mrs. Smith's office, ready for another session of hot adulterous sex, Andy opened the door without knocking.
There she stood, an unparalleled beauty facing the large window, talking on the phone. Andy waited patiently, his eyes devouring her from behind.
Amanda Smith, Vice President of Smith Capital Investments, was the definition of a walking wet dream. Her platinum-blonde hair fell in luxurious waves down her back. The tight red dress desperately clung to her voluptuous body, but what truly dominated the entire room were her monstrous, gigantic, obscenely huge breasts — colossal, dense, heavy melons that threatened to rip through the fabric with every breath. Her stiff nipples poked obscenely against the dress like two diamonds. Those titanic tits swayed and jiggled heavily with even the slightest movement.
Her massive, round ass looked even bigger in that dress, the short red skirt barely able to contain the fat, meaty cheeks that jiggled with raw weight.
"Yes, thank you, doctor," Amanda said, ending the call with a deep, tired sigh. "Haaah…"
Suddenly, Andy moved. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and greedily grabbed her huge dense breasts with both hands, squeezing the soft, overflowing flesh possessively.
Amanda shivered, a low moan escaping her lips: "Mmmh…"
"Did you call for me, Mandy?" he whispered seductively into her ear, his hot breath brushing her neck while his thumbs teased her hardened nipples.
Amanda was caught off guard, but only for a second. With a sharp movement, she broke free from his grip and spun around. Her hazel eyes burned with a mix of fury and desire as she raised her hand and delivered a hard, powerful slap across his face.
¡PAHH!
The loud crack echoed through the luxurious office, leaving a bright red mark on Andy's cheek.
Andy's expression shifted from surprise to confusion. "What the hell is going on?" he asked.
"What's going on?! You slept with my daughter Mia last night, even after I explicitly warned you not to!" Amanda exploded, her massive chest heaving with rage.
"Mia?... Oh… Yeah, yeah… So that's her name," Andy said casually, finally remembering the girl he had fucked and ditched that morning. "I should have guessed."
"I'm tired of you, Andy," Amanda said, her voice trembling with anger and anxiety. "Do you think you can fuck any woman you want without consequences?"
"You know exactly how I am, Mandy," Andy replied with a mocking smirk. "But I don't get why you're so mad. You and I have been fucking for months behind your husband's back. You're married and still spread your legs for me every chance you get. Now you're suddenly moral because I fucked your daughter?"
"That's exactly why I called you here," Amanda replied, her voice breaking. Tears began falling down her cheeks as her shoulders shook.
"What are you trying to say, Mandy?" Andy asked, narrowing his eyes.
Amanda looked at the floor, crying softly. "I'm pregnant with your child, Andy..."
Andy froze for a brief second before responding with cold indifference: "Are you going to get an abortion?"
"It's too late for that," she whispered. "My husband found out about the pregnancy… and he thinks it's his. He's thrilled about becoming a father."
Andy stayed silent as Amanda continued with guilt and shame in her voice: "I tricked him… I told him we had sex one night when he came home drunk. He believed me."
"So what's the problem then?" Andy asked, completely unfazed.
"What's the problem?!" Amanda cried, staring at him in disbelief. "I haven't had sex with my husband in over a year! There's no way it's his. I don't want to lie to him about this baby!"
Andy let out a cold laugh. "After years of cheating on him with me, now you're worried about lying? Don't be a hypocrite, Mandy."
Tears streaming down her face, Amanda looked at him desperately. "What are we going to do, Andy? What are we going to do about our baby?"
"Our baby?" Andy scoffed. "I don't give a fuck. Just tell him it's his and keep living your rich life. I'm taking a break."
He turned around and walked toward the door.
"Please, wait…!" Amanda begged, her voice cracking. She quickly reached out and grabbed Andy's arm tightly, desperation clear in her grip.
Andy stopped and turned around with clear annoyance on his face. For a brief second, he saw it — the exact same expression Mia had given him that morning in the hotel when she begged him to stay for breakfast. The same needy eyes, the same clingy tone, the same pathetic dependency.
A wave of disgust and irritation washed over him. He hated this type of woman the most — the ones who got attached and started demanding things after he fucked them.
He roughly yanked his arm free from her grasp.
Andy ignored her completely and walked out of the office without saying another word.
As he walked out of the building, he muttered to himself: "Wow, that was intense. I haven't even had breakfast yet. I should grab a black coffee at Starbucks."
As he crossed the street, his phone rang. The screen showed "Mom." He was about to hang up when a deafening roar filled the air.
CRASH!!!
A Japanese delivery truck called Truck-kun slammed into him with brutal force, launching his body several meters through the air. The sickening sound of metal crushing flesh echoed across the street.
"Oh my God!!!"
"An ambulance!!! Call an ambulance!!!"
People around him erupted into chaos — some screaming, others already recording the bloody scene with their phones. In an instant, Andy Collins' life ended in a pathetic, bloody mess on the asphalt.
Perhaps as just punishment for his sins.
It was karma.