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January 21, 2020. New York City, United States.
When Andy opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the voluptuous figure of a woman sprawled on top of him, her massive tits squashed against his rock-hard abs. She was sleeping with a satisfied grin, her lips slightly ajar, legs tangled with his as she breathed softly. Gazing down at her, Andy smirked, the memory of their night filled with raw, animalistic fucking washing over him.
"Hehe, that's five sluts already this week, and it's only Tuesday," he thought with a wicked, dominant grin, a chuckle echoing in his mind.
Andrew J. Collins, known as Andy Collins, was a 27-year-old stud working at an investment firm on Wall Street. While his job might seem stressful to some, it was a fucking wonder for him. His only job at the firm was to "make bitches cum," and he felt damn proud and lucky to have that gig.
In the three years he'd been there, he'd fucked every woman in the office, earning him the nicknames "The Wolf" and "Patrick Bateman" among his colleagues. This was his life, and he wouldn't change it for anything. The thrill of the chase, the seduction, and the ultimate conquest of these women were what got him hard.
Andy's mind was foggy from the hangover, only vaguely recalling the girl who lay sprawled across his body, her legs still tangled with his. They had met at the company party the night before, and things had escalated fucking fast. He had seduced her effortlessly, and they ended up in a nearby hotel room, their sweaty, naked bodies grinding against each other as they devoured one another.
In the throes of their primal rutting, she had let slip that she was the daughter of the company's CEO. This revelation made Andy pause for a split second, wondering if it was okay to fuck the boss's daughter. But he quickly dismissed the thought, too caught up in the heat of the moment to care. "The boss's daughter, huh?" he murmured, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Well, this just got a whole lot more fucking interesting."
His fingers trailed up and down her bare skin, feeling her shiver in response. This was going to make his conquest all the more satisfying. The risks only heightened the thrill.
The 12-year-old Macallan clouded his memory, and he only remembered that the woman's name began with "M". But what remained etched in his mind were the vivid details of their encounter, seared into his memory like a brand of fire.
He remembered the way she had begged for more, her voice hoarse and desperate as he fucked her from behind, her body bouncing back onto his cock. He remembered the way her body shuddered with every caress, her nipples hardening like diamonds under his rough pinch. And he remembered the way she came, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice as she screamed his name.
"Mmm..." A soft moan escaped the woman's lips as she began to stir awake. Blinking her eyes, she gazed upon Andy's handsome face, a warm smile spreading across her features.
"Good morning, my love," she greeted him tenderly.
Andy felt a shiver run down his spine at her words. With quick, deliberate movements, he extricated himself from her embrace and began dressing hastily in the same clothes he had worn the previous night.
"As much as I would love to stay, I'm afraid I must be going," he said, offering her a hurried farewell as he made his way towards the exit, eager to leave the hotel room behind.
He quickly approached the hotel room door, his hand on the doorknob, ready to turn it.
"Wait," the woman said, grabbing his arm just as Andy half-opened the door. "Can we at least have breakfast together?" she asked, her face eager for Andy to stay with her.
On the other hand, Andy couldn't bear the idea of spending another moment with her, but he needed an excuse to leave without causing a scandal, given that she was his boss's daughter. So, he did what he always did when he wanted to escape a situation with someone: he played the charming, manipulative knight.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go," Andy replied with a reassuring smile, gently caressing her cheek with a captivating smile, his was touch warm and tender. "I don't want to be scolded for being late. But let me tell you, being with you is like seeing the world through different eyes. I hope we can meet again soon. I love you."
The woman's cheeks flushed completely at his empty words, captivated by his charm she responded with the same affection. "Okay, goodbye then, my love."
They gave each other a tender, lingering kiss on the lips before parting.
When Andy left the hotel, his charming demeanor gave way to a deadpan expression, his thoughts consumed by the events of the previous encounter came out. "It was acceptable to fuck her, although it bothered me a bit that she was still a virgin in her thirties, I wasn't expecting it. She was quite clingy, and that made me uncomfortable, to be honest. It wasn't my best night, but it wasn't a disaster either. At least she has big fucking tits."
After a 10-minute walk through the streets, Andy made his way to Smith Capital Investments for another day at the office. As he settled into his desk on the fifteenth floor, his mind was blank. Suddenly, Ashley, the vice president's secretary, approached him with an important message.
"Mr. Collins, Mrs. Smith requires your presence immediately," she said, her brown eyes flashing with a hint of intensity, her dark hair contrasting sharply against her white shirt. Her high heels clicked on the marble floor as she spoke, her stern expression betraying none of the softness that lay beneath. She was a woman who lived for her work, and nothing else.
"Right now?" asked Andy.
"Yes, right now," replied Ashley, the usually inexpressive secretary.
"Okay," replied Andy calmly.
"Please follow me," said Ashley, turning her back to Andy, who calmly got up from his desk and followed her, walking down the hallways to the Vice President's office.
Andy remained calm when he received a call to the office from the Vice President herself. He anticipated she wanted to discuss some "private matter" alone.
"Ha, this woman is just too impatient," he chuckled to himself. The call didn't surprise Andy at all; he and the Vice President were regular fuck-buddies. She often summoned him to the bathrooms or her office for a quick, passionate fuck. He eagerly awaited the opportunity to plunge his throbbing cock into her rich MILF pussy once again.
As Ashley led him to the vice president's office, Andy's eyes feasted on the curve of her ass, mesmerized by the way her short skirt swayed with each step. His wicked grin spread wide as he asked, "Ashley, how about we take a little break and have a 'special conversation' in the bathroom?"
Andy was thrilled to have Ashley's company. He looked forward to their thrilling "special conversations" in the bathroom, a welcome respite from work stress. Ashley halted mid-stride and turned around as they reached the hallway where it was just the two of them. Her stoic expression melted away, replaced by a flush and a nervous gaze.
"I will never have sex with you again. You never listen," Ashley replied, her voice laced with anger.
Andy smiled at her response and swiftly walked towards her, wrapping his left arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him and grasping her ass with his right hand. Ashley was taken aback, unable to move as she stared at him in disbelief. "Are you sure you don't want this, Ashley?" he asked, with a low and seductive voice.
Three minutes later, in the women's restroom of the company, hidden away in the last cubicle stall at the very end.
"Eung! Ahh! Ahhhngh!" Ashley's moans filled the air as her large tits heaved up and down with each onslaught. She was leaning forward with her hands resting on the toilet bowl, her exposed chest quivering provocatively as Andy grabbed her hard from behind. "Ohhh! Ahh~!" she gasped between moans, her hips moving wildly against him.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
With each powerful lunge, Andy's pelvis slammed into her juicy ass, penetrating her deeper into her tight cunt. The sound of both bodies colliding echoed loudly in the quiet bathroom. Their breaths became ragged as they both lost themselves in the primal desire that consumed them.
"That's right, Ashley," Andy said with bated breath, his hands squeezing her hips tightly. "I love it when you drop your cold personality and be honest with my cock."
With her head thrown down and her eyes tightly closed, Ashley surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over her. "Damn, I can't believe I'm doing this again!" she cursed in her mind, hating how easily she fell for Andy's seductions whenever she saw him. "His cock feels fucking so good... bastard!" she cursed once more, her hips moving in sync with his thrusts as their bodies collided in a rhythmic symphony of lust.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
Their moans filled the small space, growing increasingly loud. "Oh god...~!" she whimpered, biting her lip so hard it began to bleed. Her face flushed with the intensity of their coupling, her shame mixing with her ecstasy.
Ashley watched her reflection in the water of the toilet bowl, seeing the mix of embarrassment and pleasure on her face. As Andy pulled her closer to the edge of orgasm, she accepted the pleasure without hesitation. "Hmm~!" she moaned, her eyes closed in bliss as she felt her body becoming increasingly sensitive.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
"Andy, let's... Ah... change positions," Ashley suggested.
Andy abruptly stopped moving his hips, withdrawing his cock from Ashley's pussy. He looked at the woman in front of him in the small cubicle of the company bathroom, her breaths rapid and ragged. "Well, if you insist..." he replied, his voice full of desire. They switched places, and Andy sat down on the toilet, watching Ashley undress slowly, revealing her ample tits, barely contained by a black lace full-cup bra. His eyes gleamed with pleasure as she removed her glasses, giving her an even more stunning appearance.
"Oh, you like what you see?" she asked, running her fingers along the hem of her skirt. With a slow, teasing motion, she lifted it over her hips, revealing her shapely legs clad in black stockings and garters.
Just as Ashley was about to remove her black stockings, Andy's hand shot out to stop her. "Leave them on," he said, with a seductive tone.
Ashley raised an eyebrow, curious about his intentions. "Do you want me to leave them on?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity. "Then how do you plan to stick it in me?"
Andy grabbed the fabric of Ashley's stockings at her crotch and tore it open, leaving her pussy exposed while keeping the stockings on her legs. Laughing, Ashley quipped, "You're the king of perverts." Ready to start, she sat astride Andy's lap, grasping his shoulders as she slid down onto his pulsing cock. "Now it's my turn to ride," she said, arching her back as she began to mount him with wild abandon.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!" the sound of their flesh slapping together echoed through the air, the rhythm of their carnal union growing more frenzied by the second.
Ashley gasped when Andy grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to his body, seamlessly guiding his two fingers to stick into her tight anus, sliding two digits deep inside to heighten her pleasure. She could no longer contain her moans, surrendering completely to the pure ecstasy he was giving her. "Oh God, yes~!" she cried out, her hips bucking wildly as she rode him deeply.
"Fuck, Ashley, I can't hold it," Andy groaned, his voice hoarse with desperation. His thrusts grew erratic, each "Pah! Pah!" louder and more forceful as he buried himself deeper inside her. Ashley's moans turned into a continuous wail of ecstasy, her body trembling as she felt him swell within her.
With a final, powerful "Pah~~!", Andy slammed into her, his cock pulsing as he came hard, flooding her with his hot semen. "Ahhh~~!" he roared, his hands digging into her hips as he emptied himself inside her. Ashley's breasts jiggled uncontrollably with the force of his release, her torn stockings now a chaotic mess around her thighs, exposing her flushed skin to the cool air. She shuddered atop him, her own climax crashing over her as she felt his warmth fill her completely.
Breathless, she collapsed against his chest, her breasts still quivering slightly as they pressed against him, the remnants of her stockings tickling his legs. "You're… insatiable," she panted, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as they both basked in the afterglow, their bodies slick with sweat and tangled in the wreckage of their passion.
Finally, exhausted but satisfied, Ashley collapsed to the floor of the cramped bathroom stall, her body trembling and covered in Andy's cum.
Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door opening filled the air, followed by the footsteps of a woman entering the room. Unaware of the scene unfolding before her, she headed towards one of the stalls, presumably to smoke a cigarette despite it being prohibited in the building. As she entered a vacant stall, the door swung open, saw Ashley lying on the floor, still trembling from her intense orgasm.
Stunned, the woman dropped the cigarette as she took in the scene inside the bathroom stall. Andy stood there, his massive cock erect and dripping a small amount of cum at the tip. Ashley lay beside him on the floor, her body covered in a thick layer of his semen. Unfazed by being discovered, Andy calmly approached the woman. "Lick my penis, I want it clean," he said with total domination.
The woman, accustomed to her illicit activities, obeyed immediately. Kneeling before him, she took the swollen member in her mouth and began to clean it with slow, languid movements of her tongue. As she swallowed, her eyes met Ashley's, and the two women shared a complicit glance that said a lot about their shared experiences.
Andy emerged from the women's restroom, his cock still dripping from the evidence of his recent activities. As he walked down the hallway, women and men were circulating, none of whom flinched at the sight of him leaving the women's restroom, intuiting what he had been doing. They treated him like an animal in heat, totally devoid of humanity.
Quickly arriving at Mrs. Smith's office, he opened the door to find her standing before him, an unparalleled beauty.
Amanda Smith, the Vice President, was a vision of majestic splendor. With piercing hazel eyes and a face that radiated experience and intelligence, she exuded an aura of refined elegance. Her white hair, adorned with subtle platinum highlights, framed her flawless complexion. She wore a red blouse and a short black skirt, paired with a sleek black blazer with white pinstripes draped over her shoulders.
Despite her forty-five years, Amanda possessed an undeniable allure. A natural sensuality that could not be ignored, and her immense tits defied gravity under her red blouse.
Amanda stood with her back to the window, engrossed in a phone conversation, oblivious to Andy's presence in her office. Andy waited patiently, his eyes fixed on her from a distance.
"Yes, thank you, doctor," Amanda said, ending her call. Suddenly, Andy sprang into action, wrapping his arms around her from behind and grasping her ample breasts. "Did you call for me, Mandy?" he whispered seductively into her ear.
Surprised but not entirely, Amanda broke free from Andy's embrace and slapped him with a force that echoed through the office. The sharp "Slap!" reverberated off Andy's cheek, leaving momentarily stunned.
Andy's face registered a mix of surprise and confusion at the sudden act. "What's happening?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
"What's happening?! You slept with my daughter Michelle last night, despite my warning you not to!" Amanda exclaimed, her anger palpable.
"Michelle?... Oh yes, that was her name. The thirty-year-old virgin." Andy said, remembering the woman he had kissed earlier this morning. He also remembered that Amanda was the wife of the president of their company, Michael, and thus the mother of Michelle.
"I'm tired of you, Andy. Do you think you can sleep with someone without facing consequences?" Amanda asked, beginning to feel anxious.
"You know how I am, Mandy," Andy said in a mocking tone. "But I have a hard time understanding why it bothers you so much that I've been with your daughter. You and I have fucked countless times, and considering you're married, morally speaking, it shouldn't bother you. You know I'm a womanizer."
"That's precisely why I called you here," Amanda replied in a heavy voice.
"Where are you going with this, Mandy?" asked Andy, sensing there was more to her anger than just her daughter.
Suddenly, Amanda's demeanor changed, and she began to cry. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, revealing the source of her distress.
Andy was taken aback and quickly responded with a cold question. "Are you going to have an abortion?"
"It's too late for that," she replied. "My husband found out about the pregnancy and thinks it's his. He's looking forward to having a child."
Andy listened intently as Amanda hesitated and then continued with a mixture of guilt and determination.
"I managed to cheat on him," Amanda admitted quietly. "I told him I had sex with him one night when he came home drunk from work and didn't remember. He believed me."
Maintaining his composure, Andy asked, "So, what's the problem?"
"What's the problem?!" she said, surprised by his indifference. "I haven't been intimate with my husband for over a year, so there's no way it's his. I don't want to deceive him by pretending it's his."
"After all these years of deceiving him, you're worried about telling him a lie? That's hypocritical, don't you think?" said Andy in a sarcastic tone.
Amanda knew that lying was the easy way out, but she felt she couldn't do it. With tearful and desperate eyes, she said, "What am I going to do, Andy? What are we going to do about our baby?"
"Our baby? I don't care. Fool him by telling him it's his baby. I'm going to take a break," said Andy, leaving the office.
"Please, wait...!" Amanda begged.
Andy walked out of Amanda's office, barely hearing her words. "Wow, that was intense. I haven't even had time for breakfast. I should get a coffee at Starcub's."
As he was leaving the company building and crossing the crosswalk, his cell phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw that it was an incoming call from "Mom." Andy hung up when he saw the name on the screen, but before he could press the hang-up button, a sudden buzz filled the air. The sound of an approaching vehicle grew louder, and before he could react, Andy was rammed by a Japanese company Truck-Kun truck. The impact threw him several meters forward. Andy felt every bone in his body break as he struggled to breathe.
"Aaaahh!!!"
"An ambulance!!!"
People all around were calling for help, others were screaming, and most were recording with their phones. His life was over in the blink of an eye, without suffering or farewells, only the dull sound of the blow and the silence that followed., perhaps as a just punishment for his sins.
Maybe it would have been Karma.