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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 photocopy room?"
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.
***
A few moments later, the photocopy room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the intermittent white light of the machine that wouldn't stop running.
"Aaahhhnnn…! Haaah…! Ahhn…! Hyaaahhh!"
Moaning uncontrollably like a bitch in heat, Ashley was being fucked hard from behind on all fours, pressed against the massive office photocopier. Her tight gray pencil skirt was bunched up around her waist like a useless belt. Her black stockings were ripped open right at the crotch, exposing her soaking wet pussy. Her light blue panties had been violently pulled aside, the thin string trapped between her fat, juicy asscheeks that jiggled wildly with every thrust.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Her massive, heavy tits with huge pink areolas and erect nipples were smashed flat against the cold glass of the photocopier, which was running on automatic. Flash! Zzzzt! Flash! Zzzzt! Every flash captured perfect copies of her enormous breasts and stiff nipples.
Andy gripped her wide hips tightly and spanked her fat ass mercilessly, making her soft cheeks ripple and bounce obscenely.
PPAH! PPAH! SSTAK! PPAH!
"What the fuck did you say earlier, Miss 'I'm never having sex with you again'?" Andy growled as he slammed his cock balls-deep inside her. PLAP! "In the office you act like an ice queen with that poker face, but the moment I shove my dick in this slutty cunt, you turn into a whore dirtier than a mechanic's hands!"
Ashley tried to deny it, her voice trembling with shame and overwhelming pleasure.
"N-no… ahhn! Th-that's not… haaaahnnn…! That's not truuue…!" But her dripping pussy betrayed her completely. The wetter and tighter she got, the harder she squeezed around his thick cock. She couldn't even finish her sentence before another slutty moan tore from her throat.
SLOSH! SLOSH! SQUISH-SQUISH! PLAP! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
"Aaahhhnnn! Fuck… Andy…! Don't talk to me like thaaat…! Hyaaannn! Ahhn…! Your cock is so deep…!" Ashley moaned shamelessly, her eyes rolling back as her body shook. Every powerful thrust made her heavy tits rub harder against the glass, leaving sweaty marks while the machine continued spitting out lewd photocopies of her massive breasts.
Andy laughed arrogantly and delivered a series of hard spanks on her jiggling ass.
PPAHH! PPAHH! SSTAKKK!
"Look at yourself!" he growled, burying his cock to the hilt and grinding deep inside her. "You're copying your fat tits on the machine while your cunt creams all over my dick. Is this how the office ice queen really is? Huh? Say it, you dirty slut!"
"Ahhn! Yes…! Yes, I'm a slut…! Haaahnnn! Fuck me harder… please!" Ashley broke completely, desperately pushing her fat ass back to meet his thrusts.
Andy picked up speed, pounding her like a savage. The wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh mixed with the photocopier's noise and Ashley's shameless moans.
PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP! SLOSH-SLOSH-SQUELCH! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
"Aaahhh! You're breaking me…! Hyannn! Andy…! Your cock is too big… haaahnnn! You're going to ruin my pussy!" Ashley screamed in ecstasy, her cheek pressed against the glass as her tits continued being photocopied nonstop.
Andy grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back while he destroyed her cunt.
"That's it… squeeze that whore pussy tighter…! Fuck, you've got such a greedy cunt!" he groaned. "You gonna say you'll never fuck me again, you dirty bitch?"
"Nooo! I'll never say that again…! Aahhn! I'm your whore…! Your office slut…! Haaah! I'm cumming… I'm cumming again…! Aaaaaahhhhhnnn!!!"
Ashley's whole body convulsed violently. Her pussy clamped down like a vice around Andy's cock as she squirted hard, hot juices spraying down her thighs and soaking her torn stockings.
Andy couldn't hold back anymore. After a few final brutal thrusts, he buried himself as deep as possible and exploded inside her.
SPURT! SPURT! SPUUUURT! GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK!
"Aaaaaahhhhhhnnnnn!!! " Ashley let out a long, broken, orgasmic moan the exact moment she felt the first powerful spurt flood her insides, her eyes crossing in pure ecstasy.
When Andy finally pulled out, a huge torrent of thick white semen immediately began dripping and gushing out of her gaping, twitching pussy.
Drip… Drip… Glop… Splurt… Drip drip drip…
Thick globs of cum leaked nonstop from her ruined hole, running down her thighs and forming a creamy puddle on the office floor.
Panting and trembling, Ashley remained on her knees with her ass up and her face against the ground, her well-fucked cunt slowly leaking Andy's massive load.
"See…?" Andy panted, giving her red ass one last hard slap. PPAH! "This is the real Ashley… my personal office whore."
The sharp click of high heels echoed down the hallway. Suddenly, the door to the copy room swung open.
Brittney Hattchet, the 20-year-old blonde intern, stepped inside holding her vape, looking for a hidden spot to take a quick hit. She was stunning: long golden hair, big brown doe eyes, and an insanely curvaceous body. Her massive tits strained against her tight white office blouse, and her enormous, round ass stretched her black pencil skirt to its limits.
The moment she saw the scene, she froze.
Ashley, her strict boss, was on her knees on the floor like a cheap whore. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, her black stockings ripped open at the crotch, and her pussy was gaping wide open, leaking thick ropes of cum onto the floor. Her face was pressed against the tiles, panting weakly, barely conscious.
In front of her stood Andy, his fat cock still rock-hard and glistening, coated in a messy mix of cum and Ashley's juices.
Brittney's vape slipped from her fingers and clattered loudly on the floor.
"W-what the fuck is this…?" she gasped, eyes wide in shock.
Andy didn't even flinch. He stood there confidently, cock still twitching and dripping, and looked at her with total indifference.
"Come here, little cocksucker. I want my dick clean for when I fuck Mrs. Smith later."
For a brief second, Brittney's face burned with surprise… but only for a second. Without a word, she quickly gathered her long blonde hair into a high, tight ponytail, dropped to her knees obediently, and opened her pretty mouth.
"Good girl," Andy praised, stroking her head like a pet.
Brittney leaned forward and started licking his dirty cock with submissive devotion. Her soft pink tongue ran from his balls all the way up to the swollen head, cleaning every drop of cum and pussy juice left from Ashley.
Slurp… lick… shlick… slurp…
"Mmmhh… mmph…" she moaned softly as she tasted the filthy mix.
"That's it… clean that cock, you little slut," Andy groaned, grabbing her ponytail. "Your boss was scolding you yesterday for messing up those reports… and now look at her — on her knees like a cum-dump with her pussy overflowing. And here you are, already sucking the same dick that just destroyed her."
Brittney didn't reply. She simply moaned louder and took him deeper into her warm, wet mouth.
Gluck… gluck… gluck-gluck… slosh…
"Nngh! Mmmph! Slurp… sluuuurp!"
Andy casually pulled out his phone with one hand while still stroking her head with the other. He opened his "Sex Schedule" app and scrolled through it while Brittney eagerly bobbed her head on his cock.
"At 5 I've got Rita, that Indian MILF who got her ass and tits done… fuck, her new ass feels incredible," he muttered casually. "Then at 7… ah yeah, Mrs. Hattchet — your mom. "Your mom begged me to fuck her in her tonight at your home…" he said with a small smirk. "She says dildos don't satisfy them anymore. She loves it when I slap her ass raw and call her 'you dirty fucking mommy slut'."
Hearing that, Brittney let out a muffled, horny whimper around his thick cock. Her huge tits heaved inside her blouse as she sucked even harder.
Gluck-gluck-gluck! Slosh… gluck! Mmmph!
"Good girl, Brittney," Andy groaned, pushing his hips forward and fucking her throat deeper. "You're so much better than your stuck-up boss. She at least pretends to have dignity… you just drop to your knees the second I tell you to."
Tears of effort welled in Brittney's eyes, but she kept sucking obediently, saliva dripping down her chin onto her massive cleavage as Andy used her mouth like a fleshlight, still checking his phone schedule.
***
Andy stepped out of the photocopy room with a smug, satisfied grin on his face. He casually tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up before strutting down the hallway.
He walked with complete confidence, as if nothing had happened. Everyone who passed by knew exactly what he had been doing in there. Nobody dared say a word.
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.