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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 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.
Andy smirked smugly, his huge, 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.
"Mmmh… ahhn…"
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 has been working, 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 arms and slipped out of the bed. He dressed in silence, pulling on the same clothes from the night before. The fabric still smelled of sex and her perfume.
"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.
"Alright… goodbye, 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.
Ashley, a 32-year-old mature slut with short straight brown hair and cold black eyes, was pure walking sex. Her tight black blouse was half-unbuttoned, letting her huge dense tits almost spill out of a tiny lace bra. The short leather skirt clung hard to her wide fat hips and thick meaty ass, barely covering anything, while her long legs in black stockings and sharp heels clicked against the floor with every step.
"Mr. Collins," Ashley said with a serious, professional 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.
Most people would've felt their guts twist with stress the second they got summoned to the vice president's office, but Andy stayed completely calm. He already knew exactly what this was about. She probably just wanted another "private meeting."
"Heh… this horny bitch can't even wait," he thought with a low chuckle. Mrs. Smith was one of his regular fuck toys. Whenever her rich husband left her dripping and frustrated, she always dragged him into her office or the bathroom for a rough, quick fuck.
Just thinking about sliding back into that tight, soaked MILF pussy made Andy's thick cock twitch and start hardening inside his pants.
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 quick stop and have one of our 'special conversations' in the women's restroom?"
Ashley stopped halfway down the hallway. Her usual cold 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.
***
Five minutes later, in the women's bathroom, in the very last stall at the back, soft wet moans could be heard.
Ashley was on all fours on the toilet seat, moaning in complete surrender.
"Ahhnn… hahhh… mmmhh…"
Her tight black pencil skirt had been yanked up to her waist, exposing her huge fat gelatinous ass. The heavy, soft cheeks jiggled and clapped with every thrust:
Clap! Clap! Plap! Clap!
She still wore her black stockings, but the crotch had been savagely ripped open by Andy. The torn fabric framed her swollen, dripping pussy perfectly. Andy stood behind her, gripping her thick hips, slamming his enormous thick veiny cock all the way inside her in one brutal stroke.
Thwop! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ahh! Ahhnn! Ohh fuck…!"
He gave one of her massive cheeks a hard slap.
PAHH!
The fat ass ripple spread across her entire backside.
"What was it you said earlier, Miss 'Im never have sex with you again'?" he mocked, yanking her black blouse open and tearing her bra off. He grabbed her huge dense tits, squeezing and kneading the heavy flesh while he kept pounding her soaked cunt from behind.
"Ahhnn… hahhh… yes… squeeze them…!"
"And look at you now… on all fours like a cheap office whore in the bathroom," he growled against her ear, mauling her tits roughly. "You love playing the ice queen in front of everyone… the cold, untouchable boss… but deep down you're filthier than a mechanic's hands. Look how your pussy is dripping, how your fat ass claps every time I bury this cock inside you…"
Plap! Clap! Plap! Plap!
"Ahh! Ahhnnn! Ohh god… harder… use me…!"
Ashley could only moan brokenly, pushing her huge soft ass back greedily to take him even deeper.
The moment she saw Andy's thick cock spring free from his pants, Ashley thought with absolute clarity: that's my downfall.
Still, she didn't ask him to stop.
Her boyfriend was waiting at home with dinner ready and unanswered messages, but here, in the farthest stall of the women's bathroom, she kept taking those deep, punishing thrusts that made her arch her back and bite her lip to keep from screaming. Every impact reminded her why the other girls in the office whispered during breaks with a mix of envy and fear: "Andy's cock isn't normal… it knows exactly where to hit. One good thrust and you can't think about anything else."
Ashley was learning that truth the hard way.
Andy grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to look over her shoulder, watching her fat ass jiggle with every slam.
Plap! Plap! Clap! Plap!
"Look at yourself, Ice Queen. A week ago you swore this would never happen again… and now you're dripping wet, spreading yourself open. Tell me the truth—does your boyfriend fuck you this deep?"
Ashley shook her head, voice already broken by moans.
"N-no… he's… he's more careful…"
"Careful," Andy repeated with a crooked smile. "How boring. I prefer it when you break."
His hand slid between her thighs and rubbed her swollen clit in time with his thrusts. Ashley let out a long, almost sobbing moan.
Ahhnn…! Hnngh…!
"Andy… wait… I can't…"
"Yes you can. You're already doing it. Say what you really want."
For a second there was only the wet sound of skin meeting skin.
Squelch… plap… plap… clap…
Then Ashley's voice came out low, ashamed, and needy: "Harder… fuck me harder… please…"
Andy let out a low, satisfied laugh.
"There she is. The Ice Queen begging for cock like any cheap office slut. Say it again."
"Fuck me… use me… fill me up…" she pleaded, pushing her ass back to take him even deeper. "I want to cum with your cock inside me…"
Plap! Plap! Clap! Plap! Plap!
Andy sped up, gripping her thick hips and driving into her without mercy. Ashley no longer tried to hold back—she moaned openly, her pussy clenching around his cock like it never wanted to let go.
Ahh! Ahhnn! Oh fuck… yes…!
"Good girl… now you're really giving in."
A few seconds later Andy buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep growl. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded Ashley's insides in heavy spurts, filling her until she felt it overflow and run down her thighs.
Spurt… spurt… spurt…
She collapsed forward, knees giving out. She fell onto the cold bathroom floor on her side, gasping, skirt still hiked up, ass still trembling. Andy's cum kept leaking from her open pussy, forming a white, sticky puddle between her spread legs.
Andy calmly zipped up his pants, looking down at her with the smile of a man who had won again.
"Look how pretty you are… all filled up and shaking. Next time you won't even pretend to resist, will you, Ashley?"
She could only close her eyes and breathe hard, feeling the cum still dripping onto the floor while aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her body.
Hah… hah… ahhnn…
At that moment the bathroom door opened with a soft click.
Brittney Hatchett, the 22-year-old intern, walked in looking for the last stall at the back so she could smoke a cigarette in secret. Company rules strictly forbade it, but she didn't care. She already had the cigarette between her lips and the lighter in her hand when she pushed open the stall door.
Her brown eyes went wide.
The cigarette dropped from her mouth and rolled across the floor.
Ashley, the coldest and strictest woman in the entire office, was lying on the floor with her skirt hiked up, her pussy shiny and dripping thick white cum that ran down her thighs and formed a sticky puddle beneath her. And standing there, cock still hard and thick, cum still dripping from the tip, was Andy, the handsome young stud of the company.
"What the… fuck…?" Brittney whispered, covering her mouth with both hands, her face completely red.
Andy didn't even flinch. He looked her up and down with that insolent calm he used on every woman and gave the order as if he were asking for a coffee: "Get on your knees, cocksucker. I want my dick cleaned for when I go fuck Vice President Smith."
Brittney froze for a second. She swallowed hard. The demand was filthy, humiliating… and yet her eyes couldn't stop staring at that massive cock, still swollen, glistening with cum and Ashley's juices. The smell of sex hit her brain. Her huge natural tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
Slowly, as if hypnotized, she dropped into a squat in front of him.
She pulled her white uniform shirt down to her waist, freeing her enormous, heavy, perfectly round breasts. The pink nipples and large areolas were already hard. Without another word she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the thick head of Andy's cock.
Slurp… gluck… slurp…
She started sucking him like a practiced slut, taking almost the entire length until the tip brushed the back of her throat. Andy let out a low grunt of approval and gripped her head with one hand, guiding her at his pace while, with the other, he unlocked his phone and checked his sexual schedule for the day.
"Seven o'clock… Mrs. Hatchett," he murmured almost to himself while Brittney blew him with wet, filthy sounds. "This little slut's own mother… Ten o'clock, Rita the Hindu bimbo… And at midnight, Julie Cooper."
Brittney tensed when she heard her own mother's name, but she didn't stop. If anything she sucked deeper, hungrier, as if she needed to prove she was worth it too. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her bare tits while Andy calmly fucked her mouth, looking at his phone and smiling sideways.
Ashley, still on the floor, could only watch the scene with glassy eyes, feeling Andy's cum continue to leak from her pussy while the 22-year-old intern cleaned his cock with her tongue like it was her favorite job.
***
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.