The scent of old coffee filled the office. The crappy carpet was filled with static electricity. And someone had left the window open so the sound of countless tortured souls filled the lobby. Loona clicked through her phone. The hellhound was unimpressed by her surroundings. She was unimpressed by everything.
Well almost everything. The only thing that did sort of impress her was Millie's fat ass and nice round tits. And how the gap toothed imp always seemed to be squirming and biting her thumb whenever she was horny.
The door slammed open. Cracking the glass in the pane. Yet again. The number of times that glass had been replaced…it would be cheaper just to tape up a trash bag. Blitzo didn't understand the point of opening a door slowly. Or carefully. He never seemed to do anything in half measures.
"Gooooooodddddd Morning Team!" Blitzo shouted at the top of his lungs. Moxxie rolled his eyes as he shuffled some blank papers. He liked to pretend that they actually had writing on them. It made him look more official. And he could pretend that he was earning his below minimum wage job. Millie smiled as Blitzo waltzed in with his big grin, long legs, thick horns and big slimy cock. She could almost see it throbbing in his pants. It took up most of one pant leg.
Their demonic boss actually had to get his pants tailored to accommodate his dick. It was long. It was thick. And it throbbed with a satisfying beat. Almost as if it followed his heartbeat.
"Good morning boss!" Millie said as she stood up and saluted. Looking like a little cowgirl or a solider. Loona looked up from her phone and rolled her eyes. The two of them were absolutely shameless. It was honestly really fucking pathetic.
"I said good morning team!" Blitzo said, he had danced around the table. He was leaning over and shouting in Moxxie's ear by now. Moxxie was attempting to keep his composure. He had been working on self actualization, and only encouraging good behavior that he saw in people. So he ignored about eighty percent of the shenanigans that Blitzo pulled.
"Good morning Moxxie!" Blitzo shouted. While simultaneously spanking Millie's ass as hard as he could. She let out a squeak and bit her lip. Supressing a girlish giggle. Moxxie finally rolled his eyes and turned to his boss. He had heard Blitzo. But he had not seen the sexual harassment.
"Good morning sir. Now…shall we begin?"
"Yeah yeah sure what evs. By the way Mill's? I'm going to need you to stay late tonight. I got a big workload. Something hard and complicated. Something that will keep you going all night long. Probably a lot of brain power." Blitzo said with a grin. He was gripping her shoulders. Rubbing them with a smirk. The little demonic red demoness was wiggling in her seat. Her wide hips were pressed firmly against the arm rests.
She filled out her chair the same way she filled out her pants. To the limit. Threatening to destroy said items if she moved too fast.
"So you have a big workload for me tonight?" Millie asked with a chuckle. Her hands rubbing up her sides to grip his fingertips.
"Oh yeah. I'm going to run you ragged and raw tonight. You are going to be so tired. And so dehydrated by the time we're done." Blitzo was huffing on the back of her neck. Making her hair stand up straight. Her toes curled in her high heels. Loona snorted in absolute disgust over how shameless the two were being. She really hated it when the two flirted in the office. It was almost as bad as when they fucked in the apartment.
"For fucks sake. Why don't you just French kiss her right in front of him?" Loona said while tossing a thumb at Moxxie. Who was starting to file a few papers. The white haired cuckold none the wiser.
"Don't make up stories Loo Loo. It's very impolite. To spread rumors like that." Blitzo said with a satisfied smile. Millie winked saucily at the surprisingly curvaceous hell hound girl. Loona hated when the older woman pretended that the two of them were friends. It was so demeaning. It was so insulting.
"Beside's it's just fatty right?" Blitzo smirked. Loona snorted again. She stood up and grabbed her phone and wallet.
"Whatever. I'm going out to hit the clubs with Collin and the girls."
"Collin? Who the fuck is that?" Blitzo said. He followed after his daughter nervously. "That's a good boy's name. You aren't dating a good boy are you? I don't think I would forgive myself if you're dating a good boy from the right side of the tracks! Those white picket fence suburbanite fucks are freaks!" He called after Loona.
"He's a pimp Blitzo! Would you just leave me the fuck alone?!" She shouted as she slammed the door closed behind her. Blitzo snorted just like his adopted daughter. This was clearly going to be a problem to deal with. At some point. But right now….
Or at least a few hours later.
"Whatcha wearing today Mills?" Blitzo asked as he yanked down Millie's black pants. They came off of her hips with a slippery pop. Almost as if they were being pulled down two oiled up ham hawks. The large round juicy pieces of fuck meat were wobbling in front of Blitzo's drooling mouth.
"Stop it!" Millie giggled as she swatted at his hands playfully. The way she bit her lips and leaned WAY over to pull her legging jean thingies back up betrayed her true feelings.
"Mr. Blitzo don't make me report ya to HR." She said teasingly. She left her hands resting firmly on her ass cheeks. Her eyes looking between her thick eyelashes. Her gaze being thrown over her shoulder. She shook her hips one way and then the other. Almost attempting to hypnotize him.
"We don't have an HR." Blitzo grinned triumphantly. "All we got is the complaint box and the shredder. But don't worry. Youre loving loving boss is willing to give you a very hands on training experience. If you are willing to…indulge us a little bit."
"Ooooh you're such a naughty boss. Making your poor little subordinate follow all your orders. Forcing me to work late. Forcing me to ignore my hubby. Forcing me to get on my knees….Forcing me to take out your big long thick dick. Making me…heft this dense slab of fuck meat….Making me…mmmmm….smell this intoxicating musk."
She was on her haunches now. She was unzipping his fly. Taking his dick in both hands. She had to hold it up carefully. It took a lot of energy. This thing was no simple cock. This was a certified bitch breaker. This was a cock that was designed to completely obliterate a bitch. This could rearrange bodies with very very little effort. This could turn a woman inside out. This could turn a straight man bisexual, a bisexual into a prancing little fairy, and make a woman reevaluate whether or not all cocks were bad.
Blitzo's one eyed monster slapped against her forehead. He was already very excited. His pre was dripping down her face. Across her cheeks like tears. Over her chin like drool. Down her neck like sweat. Making her shiver at the naughtiness of it. At the sheer monstrosity of it. After all this was her fucking boss. This dick did not belong to her husband. This dick did not belong to a preapproved lover. This was an illicit meeting. This was a terrible thing to do.
And she fucking loved it! She ground her back teeth together. Her lips trembled and her fingertips were starting to dig into his cock. His cock was so large, and heavy, and throbbing with red veins up and down. The veins were like roots, roots connecting their pleasure centers together.
Millie leaned forward and began to slurp on his dick. The taste exploded around her mouth. It shot from her lips down to her core. Her hands struggled to wrap around Blitzo's rod. Making sure that she was rubbing and gripping and pushing and pulling. Trying to get as much of his dick down her throat as she could. Trying to get as much of his cock taste ingrained into her taste buds. She wanted this dick to live inside of her mouth. She wanted this cock to readjust her mind, to crash her brain, to rewrite her very fucking soul.
Blitzo leaned against his desk. He smirked down at her and growled. His core was tight. His abs were sparkling with sweat. He awkwardly undid his belt and dropped his pants. They crashed around her knees. He also pulled off his button up shirt and tossed his overcoat aside. Millie dropped one hand to pull off a high heel. She squeaked. His dick had shifted in her mouth and crashed against her teeth. It was sort of like getting socked by a sausage that had been wrapped around a large lead pipe.
She wiggled and clenched her ass cheeks. Her toes curled against the crappy carpeting. The fucking bastard never wanted to tear up the carpeting in the fucking office. But tearing up her fuck carpet in the fucking carpet? Now that she could get into. She wiggled and dropped both of her hands. She spanked her own ass and began to grope her own booty cheeks. She groaned and snorted and gasped.
Her throat was being stretched horrifically. Her mouth was being washed full of his pre cum and sweat. She wrinkled her nose. Her eyes were wide as saucers. And then he orgasmed. It was the sort of orgasm that feels a lot like getting whipped cream down your throat. And she was addicted to it. She was totally addicted to this frothing throbbing wild cock.
Blitzo sighed and pulled his still erect cock out of her mouth. Her tongue followed after her. She sighed. His cum was starting to flow from out of her mouth. Her eyes were slightly wet with tears. Her nose wrinkled cutely.
"Damn bitch. You look good like this. You look like you're in your natural environment. I think you should do this more often. You should definitely suck me off like a cum drunk little cow." Blitzo said with his typical smirk and grin. He slapped her face playfully with his fuck hose. It was still throbbing hard and needfully.
"We still got time together right?" Blitzo said glancing at the clock. It was starting to get late. And they only had so many excuses that they could use. Working late was a decent one. But eventually working late eventually just became sleeping over.
"Yeah yeah don't worry none hon. Mama's visiting with the new babies. And Moxxie's will be helping her out. Probably won't miss us for hours." Millie had slid off her top. Her massive tits bouncing a little. Like volleyballs on strings. That had just been filled with pudding. Blitzo rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Why don't you just finally drop him already? Fuck that guy." Millie chuckled, then sighed and then patted Blitzo's dick.
"Blitzo…honey…we've talked about this. All the time. I still love him." Millie sighed as she stood up and dropped her pants and underwear. Sure Blitzo was great in the sack. Absolutely amazing. The sex was mind blowing. But he was also a very needy and emotionally manipulative. This wasn't the first time he'd asked her to leave Moxxie. In the most passive aggressive way. And it wasn't like he was offering to step up and marry her instead.
"That's not a good answer. I want a good answer." Blitzo complained. He crossed his arms and stomped his foot like an over eager child.
"I'm a married woman Blitzo. And that's not gonna change. Marriage still has some sanctity. "
"Well I'm sure as fuck not giving up." Blitzo had that glint in the eyes and that smirk on his face.
"I know." She exchanged his smirk with a predatory grin. Just because she was a married woman didn't mean she couldn't have some wild and sexy fun! And Blitzo would just have to deal with that.
He swept the papers off of his desk. His computer and other assorted office bullshit was flung aside. She jumped his bones with a wiggle and a giggle. Forcing him backwards. His pants were already off. And his cock was hard as a rock. Bordering on being hard as a diamond. His one eyed snake was wiggling in between her thighs. Almost resembling a living breathing monstrosity. Almost resembling a third leg that had gotten a mind of its own. One that wanted to kick her pussy into submission. And she was more then happy to let it get to the naughty times.
The duo gasped and moaned. Then began to roar and growl. Like a pair of naughty alley cats who were getting super duper in heat. They were definitely going to fuck hard. They were going to fuck so hard that the desk would snap!
The two were ripping at each other. Their nails racking each other's bodies. Leaving trails of lust. Leaving trails of desire. Leaving marks of the need that they had for each other. Millie was panting, her tail whipping from side to side like a dogs tail. Her eyes were alight with pure unrivaled desire. The kind reserved for lovers who never got enough of each other. The kind of lust that could break bones. The sort of lust that they wrote crappy pop songs about.
"This is much better then that basement dweller who keeps on stalking you right baby?" Millie said in a coy tone of voice. She was on top of him finally. His dick hot dogged between her very generous, very strong, vaguely heifer like ass cheeks. Blitzo closed his eyes and let out an irritated sigh.
"Way to ruin the mood Mills." He grumbled. "And she wasn't in a basement, she was in a regular room. A very very….stuffy bedroom."
He shuddered at the memory. His secret cum dump let out a little giggle and began to lick his face. From chin to horns her long strong tongue traveled upwards. Finally flicking playfully at his eye. He grabbed her face roughly and pinned their lips together. As Blitzo pulled his lover's tongue deeper into his throat, he simultaneously lifted her upwards.
The wet crack of imp flesh on imp flesh filled the room. Millie was gasping. Her toes were crushed between the two of them. Her knees were pumping like twin jackhammers. Thrusting his thick hot love log deeper and deeper into her stupid fuck hole. Her pussy lips massaged his offending member like it was the perfect pleasure rod.
Moxxie could never stretch her this far. He could never turn her body into this much of a spasming shivering fuck fest of delight. Her breasts were being teased and flicked by his fingers. Her own nails were biting into his neck.
The sheer psychological taboo….the knowledge that this love between them was forbidden. That she was a married woman. That he was a out and about womanizer. That the two of them were coworkers…fucking coworkers! That was what was sending her into brand new levels of pleasure. Her eyes rolled in their sockets. Tears of joy. Tears of exertion. Tears of gratitude were rolling down her red cheeks.
Blitzo huffed and panted. His thin chest was dwarfed by her larger round pound pillows. Her breasts wiped and swiped and rubbed at his chest like they were trying to force their way into him. They were clenching their bodies together. Like a couple clinging to a life raft. Trying to shove and force and grip and pull the other into themselves. Blitzo's massive schlong was making her insides into a mush. Her hips wiggled in just the right way. She hefted and humped. He bit and bellowed.
The office soon stank of their love making. The walls were dripping with condensation. To equal the sweat that wicked down both lovers backs. Millie let out a sweet little high pitched moan. She paused in her bouncing. Her orgasm rocking through her core. Her breath failed her. Her eyes clamped closed. As tightly sealed as her poor abused pussy lips. Her hands lifted off of Blitzo's shoulders and streaked through her own short black hair.
She twisted her fingers deeper into her waves of raven dark curls. Blitzo smirked proudly. He always loved admiring his handiwork. He loved seeing this married woman turned into little more then a cock hungry tease as she bounced on his long thick pound pole. His fuck stick shifted into high gear inside of her. His balls were like a whirlpool. Churning with a thick liquid that demanded to geyser outwards!
With a satisfied smirk he spanked her fat ass. Leaving a large red welt, clearly in the shape of his hand. Millie was rocked out of her afterglow. Her pussy still demanded more and more of his slippery seed. But that was too far. She gripped his lips and pinched in an irritated yelp.
"HEY NOW! I ain't one of your little Mayday entourage sluts! I'm a classy lady! And you best remember to treat me like one mister!" She grabbed his cheeks and started yanking on them like he was an anime character. Blitzo chuckled in response and groped her big bouncy booty cheeks. Caressing where he had last crashed. His finger tips briefly toyed with her ass hole. He then kissed her lips, a quick little one. Just enough to make her take a quick breath.
Then he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He sniffed deeply. His tongue flicked her skin. His teeth left tiny nibbles. His body shivered. In pure undisputed love he shivered. He kissed her neck. He wanted to leave bruises on her body. He wanted to mark her as his. He wanted to place his claim on her. He wanted to show her to go home to her husband, with her bosses lips tattooed into her skin.
"That's right…mmmm….good boy." She let out a little hiccup of pleasure. She knew how wrong this was. How terrible. How heartbreakingly evil…But her boss was such a good lover! She was addicted to this droolworthy sausage of sin! His dick pressed against her most sensitive place, a few bumps and ridges rubbing in just the right manner….And she had another lovely orgasm.
"That's right…good boy…" She moaned. Their eyes rolled in their sockets…Their minds and bodies were going wild with lust. The rest of the night and the early morning turned into a wet blur. Blitzo found himself standing and rutting in and out of Millie. Her knees pressed to his hips. His hands holding her wrists. His fingers biting into her soft womanly flesh.
Their teeth clashed together like living razor blades. Their desires as hot and alive as their bodies. In another flash Millie was on the floor. Doggy style. Her tail whipping and slicing the air. As alive as a snake. Blitzo's snake was entombed within her wet caverns. Making her pussy tremble and froth.
With rug burns on her knees Millie continued to bounce on Blitzo's long log. His certified chode cunt crusher was crashing heedlessly into her tight cooch. Her toes curled and she orgasmed again. And again. And again. His own orgasm forced out his man cum. As thick and warm as freshly made whipped cream. Their eyes rolled. Their lips bruised each other. Their fingers sunk into the others flesh. It wasn't clear if they were fighting, fucking or committing some obscene other move. A ritual that worshipped ass and breast and leg and pussy and cock and pure blissful needy lust.
The two selfish lovers eventually had enough. Millie pressed hard against his chest and pushed him into his leather chair. Blitzo spun and another spurt of cum splattered upwards. Staining his red reed thin chest and belly. The panting, sweating imp was completely spent.
Millie checked the clock and smirked.
"Come on boss, you can get it up again can't ya? Just one more time for little ole me?" Blitzo let out a bark of surprised laughter.
"Are you kidding? You're like Veroskia's twin sister or something. But sluttier." Millie ignored the last comment. It was time for her secret weapon. Not her tits and ass of course. Something far more intimate. She squatted on his lap, hands wrapped around his neck. Playing with his head. His cock head still pumping cum. She licked his earlobe. And whispered her proposal huskily into his ear.
"But boss….if we keep this up….I could get….pregnant." The last word is what did it.
Blitzo's rod shot up immediately. The thought of her round with his child instantly shooting into his mind. The man was desperate for a family. And fuck….he was more then willing to take it from Moxxie if that's what it took!
"Oh you fucking minx." Blitzo said as he pounced on his gal for one more fuck session.