Leave the Bitch

You toss a card onto the couch next to the couple. The information for NRG support facilities. Your number written on it as well. “I expect pictures ever month of her change, nudes of course.” Picking up Alexis’ panties, stuffing them in your front pocket.

Leaving the house, your phones chimes with a new message. “OMG I am so fucking WET. Get over to my job, the Bitch needs to learn her place.” You message back saying you are on your way.

As you drive, you think of all the other people that have tormented you throughout your life. Your old high school English teacher, who made everything difficult, despite not having too. Your best friend from elementary school, who ditched you in high school the second he got popular. The list keeps growing as you pull into a spot in front of the office building.

Walking through the door, heading towards the elevators. A large security guard stops you, “May I help you sir?” He says, blocking your way.

Holding up your breeder’s license, “I am here to breed my fiancés bitch of a boss.” You say like it is the most normal thing in the world.

He examines your license, then asks if you need directions. You tell him you know were to go. He steps out of your way allowing you to enter the elevator.

Exiting the elevator onto a typical office floor, cubicles filling out the middle of the space. Offices lining the outer walls. You make your way over to your fiancés work area. You find her sitting with her head down, trying not to be seen.

Tapping her on the shoulder, she looks up and smiles brightly at you. You can’t help but smile back, her lovely face always brightening up your darkest of days. She points two rows over; you see the person she is pointing at.

Looming over another employee stands Donna Addison. Her blonde hair up in a ponytail, eyes staring down at the person in front of her. High cheek bones with light skin. Her lips a shade of red. Wearing a conservative skirt suit. Obviously being in the position she is, along with her advanced age, she must not be used a lot. Women in their 40’s not particularly high on the list of horny men, when young women are available.

Taking your finances hand, lifting her out of the seat, “Lets go quit your job in a most spectacular way.” She smiles, walking forward, dragging you along with her. You stare at her cute butt, watching it shake as she walks, your cock getting hard.

Looking up, you see Donna Addison looking at you both. Her face showing a scowl, obviously not happy. “Amelia, you should be working. Do I have to reprimand you once again?” she asks.

“Actually Bitch, I QUIT!!” she screams quite loudly. So loudly you jump a bit and people around the office stand up to see what is going on.

“If that is what you wish to do, know that you will never work in this city again.” She spits out, obviously pissed off that Amelia would dare talk to her like that.

You step forward, pushing your license right into her face. Amelia works your pants open as Donna reads. Her eyes going wide, face turning even whiter. Amelia stroking your rigid member, fluids leaking from the bulbous tip.

Donna begins to back up slowly. Reaching out, grabbing her ponytail with your hand. Stopping her from moving, you easily slam her down face first onto the cubicle desk. A loud noise echoing through the office.

Amelia gets on her knees, lifting her Ex-Bosses skirt, revealing a plump white ass, wrapped in black lace panties. Taking a pair of scissors from the desk, she cuts them off and stuffs them in your back pocket. The mature unshaved pussy being exposed to the office.

“Please… No Please… I’m Sorry…” she begins to plead. Amelia looking up at you and smiling, you smile back. Your fiancé grabs your throbbing shaft, placing it at the entrance of her pussy. Without any warmup, you thrust your hips hard. The bulbous tip spreading the bitch wide open, you drive deeper and deeper until you slam into her cervix.

“AHHH FUCK… FUCK… AAAHHHH…” Donna screams, the entire office now watching her getting used. Smiles on a lot of their faces. Pulling back to the tip, you ram into her again, her screams echoing through the floor. “FUCK… FUCK… Please… Please STOP!!!” she yells as you viciously beat into her cervix.

You fuck her repeatedly with the entire length of your throbbing shaft. Amelia still kneeling on the floor, watching your massive tool ripping her Cunt of a Boss wide open with every thrust. Her hand between her legs, playing with her pussy. She bites her lower lip, trying to keep from screaming in pleasure.

Ms. Addison begins to grunt more and more. Her voice failing after screaming so much. Your cock beating her into submission for the last 5 minutes. Your orgasm getting close, you pull her head up by the ponytail. A lost look on her face, eyes glazed over.

The entire office watches, some even recording as you put this bitch in her place. With one final thrust, your tip flares, pressing against her cervix. Donna’s eyes widen as she feels you starting to gush into her fertile mature pussy. A steady stream of the most potent seed in the world fills her to the brim.

“No… No no no… Oh God No…” she says over and over. That feeling of impregnation washing over you. Knowing you bred the cunt. You nod to Amelia, watching as she moans out suddenly, the confirmation of her boss being knocked up sending her over the edge. Her body convulsing on the floor with a wild orgasm.

Pulling from the Bitch, you let her go. Without your support she drops to the floor. Her eyes closed, breathing heavily. Your massive load gushing from her gaping fuck hole.

Helping Amelia up, you wrap her in your arms and kiss her deeply. The sound of clapping breaks your kiss, people in the office cheering for you. Causing you to blush, you motion towards the elevator. Amelia nods, walking with you, your arms around each other.

“So Stud, where to next?” your fiancé asks you. Were too indeed.