Late night encounter

Laura: bulgar cat

I went on late at night to steal some data on Kolin. I had to secure my post even if I happened to lose.

Once on the twentieth floor, I crept through the office and decided to poke my nose in a few places before going to the russian whore’s office.

The secretary had a ridiculously simple password and I managed to dig up the dirt on about twelve other people in the office--not hard as the secretary was a real basic bitch with a folder in her documents that said ‘Dirt on Bitch’s’. Apparently, Julie was sucking Gina’s husband’s cock and had gotten an STD and the two sluts had nearly killed each other in the women’s bathroom over it. But what Julie hadn’t known was that Gina was fucking her husband for the third year in a row.

So much juice, so little time.

I copied the folder onto a zip drive I had brought in under my left tit and decided I should pay a visit to the blonde bitch’s office. Pasting this on her desktop and then letting it slip to an all staff drive would end her real quick.

But then, before I could get to her office, I heard the sound of a copier running and I ducked behind a filing cabinet. Then I heard her fucking voice.

“Is that you, sir?” she called. “I thought you were coming later!”

The thought of clawing her fucking eyes out sent a warm feeling down to my stomach and suddenly my plan to ruin her career was secondary. I could just knock the bitch into submission... knock her down a few pegs…

I stood and walked toward the light of the copy room.

She stood there, her ass in the air, bent over the fucking copier.

“Oops,” she said, her head looking under the hood of the copier, “I’m all alone in here...I sure hope a big, strong man doesn’t take advantage of me.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “No one’s here to save you.” I had a moment of pure joy as I saw her ass lower and her head lift in realization just before i grabbed the copier hood and slammed it down on her fucking head. She screamed bloody **** and reached up to push the hood off her head.

“Fucking like that, you nasty bitch?” I hissed. I released the hood with one hand and pressed the copy button. Pictures of her smushed face shot out of the feeder, her large –probably fake-- breasts mashed up to her chin. I laughed for a moment until I felt her hand grab my crotch and dig her nails in.

I screamed, feeling her probing nails try to tear through my shorts. I released the hood of the copier and staggered backward, slamming into the racks of paper, holding my cunt. She threw the hood of the copier up and looked at me, first very confused and then recognition dawned in her eyes.

“The fucking Brazilian bitch,” she hissed.

“That’s right, whore.” I said. “I see you’re working hard.” I released my cunt and put my hands up, ready for her to attack.

“Get out of here before I throw you out.” She said.

“Try it,” I hissed.

She stared at me for a moment and then lunged at me. I thought she was going fo my hair, but the fucking bitch surprised me by reaching forward and grabbing my tits, sinking her nails in and lifting them up to my chin. I felt the white-hot pain of needles in my flesh and decided to pay her back in the same. I grabbed her pale tits and pulled them down, jerking her towards me.

“You stole my job, you bitch!” I shouted.

‘You stole mine first!” she screamed. Our teeth were bared and our bodies smashed together as we began to slam each other back and forth around the room. “You fucking cunt!” she screamed.

“Fucking slut!” I cried out. I pressed one of her pale tits out of her slutty top and exposed her large, pink nipple. I bent forward and sank my teeth into it and pulled back. She screamed, released my tits, and grabbed hold of my face, raking her nails across my skin.

I released her nipple and drove a knee into her gut. She slammed into a shelf filled with reams of paper and one of the shelfs popped loose, falling and littering the floor of the room with paper.

“My fucking nipple!” She shrieked, looking down at the small red marks my teeth had left behind. “I’ll fucking kill you, bitch!”

I ran a hand across my face and saw the traces of blood left by her nails.

“Bring it, puta!” I hissed. We lunged at each other again, this time our nails tearing at each other’s clothes, out teeth gnashing at the other’s face and fingers. I drove a foot into her gut and in return she sent a nasty punch into my left breast. Within a few seconds, out chests were bare, my large brown tits and her huge pale orbs mashed together in a violent embrace as we tore at hair and exposed flesh. “You stupid bitch,” she said, her Russian accent seeping out. “I’m the better woman. I deserve his fucking cock.” “Fuck you,” I hissed, letting my ‘chica’ out. “He fucked me first, bitch!” I could see that infuriated her. She went back to attacking my tits, burying her nails into the soft undersides. I howled like a mountain lion and charged forward. This time, when I did, we knocked the shelf behind us over, all of the toner cartridges bursting open, spraying pink, yellow, and blue powder all over the floor. The shelf knocked us into the pile of powder and out fight devolved into rolling along the floor. Out clothes and skin were dyed in the bright colors of the office copier as we carried the fight out of the copy room and into the lobby. By the time we hit the wall, my hands were buried in her yellow hair--now pink and blue--jerking out tufts of it as she jerked my g-string up, cutting my cunt in half.

“I’ve worked too fucking hard for you to fuck this up, you whore!” She screamed.

“Eat me, bitch!” I shouted. Then, I slammed her down to the floor and pinned her arms with my knees, my cunt inches from her face. I began to squeeze my feet against her sides, crushing her ribs with my feet as I taunted her with my pussy--mostly exposed after her claws had ripped away my shorts. I began to lower my cunt into her face, knowing that I had fucking beaten her.

Kolin

“Eat me” she had shouted. I had been ready to rip her fucking clit off, but then she had pinned me. My only other option was staring me right in the face.

I shoved my face up into her brown, wet cunt and began to eat her. She stopped for a moment before she shivered and tried to get away.

“No!” I moaned. “I fucking want it.”

I didn’t. In fact, when I felt her knees loosen on my arms, I was going to shove her off of me and tear her fucking eyes out. But until then, I was going to make her lose herself in my superior talents. I shoved my tongue into her hole and she began to squeal.

“God,” I moaned. You taste so good. No wonder he wanted to fuck you.”

She moaned even louder, and I felt her heavy knees pull back off of my arms. I pursued her, forcing her to let me up as my hands grasped her breasts and massaged them. In reality, her cunt tasted like toner--covered in all three colors-- but all I had to do was convince her it was good for another few seconds. Very soon, she was under me and my mound was smashing against hers.

“I knew you were a dyke the first time I saw you,” I moaned. “God...I’ve dreamed of your sweet cunt all week.” “Oh…” she moaned. “Oh god...eat me…”

“Eat you?” I moaned, sliding between her legs , seeing her clit, swollen and wet. “As you wish.”

I bit down on the whore’s swollen clit and used my fingers to claw and jerk at her brown pussy lips. She screamed like a wild thing and soon I felt the blows on the top of my head. But with every punch and slap, my teeth dug in deeper. She pulled my hair and I bit harder.

“Let me go!” She shouted. “You fucking whore!”

I just pulled back, fully intending to rip her fucking clit off.

Then her thighs slammed shut around my head and suddenly I realized that I had underestimated her. Her fucking tits were a distraction from the real dangers of her body. Her fucking legs were strong enough to crush a watermelon. And that meant they could crush my skull... or at least my windpipe.

My teeth sank in deeper, knowing if i could rip her fucking pussy to shreds, I would at least be able to maul her...render her useless to a man.

Both of us screamed in the silence of the office for another few seconds before a voice called out, startling us.

“Ladies!”

It was the boss. He was standing at the open elevator doors, looking at the two of us. Both of us jerked free of each other and looked up at him. I could see the bulge in his pants as he

surveyed the two of us...busty, messy ladies trying to kill each other all for him--at least that’s what he thought.

“What are you two doing?"

“Enough.” He said. "You can fight tomorrow, but for now stay silent, and stop fucking my office or you are both done!"