Cassie Pleads to Avoid a Messy Lotion Pool Creampie Breeding.

12:29 am Wet “N” Antics 6th Floor.

R&D Department

Cassie Lindor

Cassie crouched low in a cubicle office of the R&D Department. The 36-year-old redhead, hair cascaded in a fiery torrent over her shoulders, perfectly framing her curvy frame that filled out her pantsuit nicely. Around her, the symphony of Wet "N" Antics' madness played on, yet somehow, she had remained unnoticed

Her phone vibrated with Lorna's plea, tugging at her heartstrings with the urgency of a distress call.

For a moment, Cassie's maternal instincts flared, but they were swiftly quenched by the cold, calculating necessity of self-preservation. She hoped Lorna avoided being bred but Cassie couldn’t afford to get pregnant again at this point in her career. Cassie had coped with a teenage pregnancy and Lorna would just have to find a way herself. She typed hasty apologies, her fingers a blur over the screen, before silencing her device with a definitive click. The Stairwell was not far and it was time to go.

The coast seemed clear, and the MILF made her move darting out of the cubicle, she turned around a corner and could see the North Stairwell that would take her to the car park and freedom…

And immediately she saw danger. There was Grant Donovan—naked, muscle-bound, determined Grant, sporting a massive erection. He locked eyes with her and there was no doubt that he was coming to claim her womb. Panic fired in her every nerve as she executed a split-second pivot, her instincts screaming at her to flee. The office transformed into a blur as she sprinted away, the distant sound of Grant's pursuit echoing in her ears.

Chaos became her ally when Grant, distracted by his own collision with a group of frenzied colleagues, lost precious ground. Cassie seized the opportunity, adrenaline fuelling her escape as she ducked out of the R&D Department through generic office space and headed towards the Main Office, and hopefully the 6th floor entrance.

She burst through the double doors into the Product Testing Hall, the landscape of her battlefield drastically altering. Before her sprawled the giant Lotion Paddling Pool, a bewildering spectacle in the midst of the corporate world. The pool, filled with six inches of clear, oddly sweet lotion, glistened with a treacherous promise.

Cassie, didn’t risk running through the slippery liquid but quickly turned and ran around the pool.

Cassie's heart thundered in her chest as she dashed for the safety of the far doors, her escape seemed almost within reach. The doors opened and Naomi Kanta the Brand Manager and Cassie’s own daughter Lorna emerged.

Cassie's reflex was to warn them, to call out about Grant, hot on her heels. The words died in her throat as she saw the calculating glint in Naomi's eyes—a predator's gleam that signalled she was not here for rescue. An instant later, Naomi's arms shot out, her hands making contact with Cassie's shoulders. A mixture of shock and disbelief washed over Cassie as she felt the forceful push, her body tipping precariously. With a splash that echoed off the walls of the Product Testing Hall, Cassie toppled backward into the viscous pool.

The lotion, enveloped Cassie as she struggled to right herself. She spluttered as she clambered onto her knees. From the pool's edge, Naomi looked down, an odd smirk twisting her lips, while Lorna's expression was a mix of awe and horror at the ruthlessness on display.

Cassie's mind raced—this was no mere office prank; there was something more cutthroat at play. Even as she wrestled with her drenched clothing, Cassie realized her peril had only just begun. Behind her Grant had entered the Hall. With Naomi and Lorna blocking her only exit, her options were dwindling fast.

As Cassie fought to retain her composure while slipping and sliding in the treacherous lotion, Lorna hesitated for a split second, her mother’s **** look clawing at her conscience. Ultimately, however, the urge to document the events unfolding before her won. With a sense of detachment bolstered by her own impregnation, Lorna raised her smartphone, the camera focusing on her mother's predicament.

Cassie, becoming aware of her daughter's intention to record rather than assist, felt a flare of frustration. She ceased her struggling for a moment, a resigned yet defiant fire alive in her eyes.

Naomi, meanwhile, didn’t falter. She circled the lotion pool with a panther's grace, coiled for any fast move Cassie might conjure. The situation had devolved into a standoff, with Cassie soaked and ****, and her opponents maintaining their strategic advantage.

"Really, Lorna?" Cassie called out; her voice tinged with incredulity, "you're filming this?"

Lorna's answer came in a nonchalant shrug, her eyes glued to the screen. "Sorry mom, but this is going to be too good not to capture," she said, a tinge of guilt shadowing the excitement in her voice.

On hands and knees Cassie desperately crawled away through the pool, lotion dripping from her sodden clothes, behind her she heard the splashing as Grant stepped into the pool. His gaze was fixed on the lovely curve of Cassie’s broad backside.

Cassie’s breath came out in ragged pants, her mind racing for a way out, “Grant, wait!" Cassie called out over her shoulder, “hear me out!"

Grant paused, a mixture of curiosity and suspicion etched onto his rugged features. Cassie drew a deep breath, aware that her next words could change the trajectory of her future, not just at Wet "N" Antics but every aspect of her life.

"Look, I know the stakes here," she started, her voice steady despite the debacle. "What if we didn't have to be adversaries in this? What about a joint venture—sharing the role of Regional Account Lead?"

Grant said nothing but continued his implacable advance across the pool. Cassie turned to face him, slipping down onto her back and propped up by her elbows as he loomed over her, his cock rock-hard.

"We've both got the skills, the drive,” she begged, “together, we could push Wet 'N' Antics to new heights here in the States," Cassie continued, her tone earnest, "it's an unorthodox approach, sure, but imagine the potential."

“Potential,” he smirked, “what is it with the Lindor females and relying on their potential?”

Cassie’s mouth moved slightly and she glanced over at her daughter who was still filming her predicament, realisation coming into her eyes.

“That’s right Cassie,” said Naomi, “my bull made your daughter his breeding-bitch. Now it’s your turn.”

The redhead turned back to Grant.

"Cassie," he said, almost apologetically, "you're smart. Smart enough to know I don't split victories. But not smart enough to know you should have stayed in Japan."

Cassie twisted in the pool and began crawling away again, “fuckfuckfuck.”

With one powerful, and yet casual movement, Grant pulled Cassie back by her ankle, he knelt down and showed her the Breeding Pass. “Cassie Lindor, here’s my Breeding Pass I’m claiming my right to seed you.” Cassie moaned and turned away but didn’t crawl away. Instead, she steadied herself on hands and knees her ass arched up slightly in a submissive pose ready for Grant to breed her.

Grant grasped the waist band of her pants and ripped. The lotion’s fabric eating qualities had already begun to weaken her clothes and they were soon torn apart. Grant didn’t stop there and soon the thirty-six-year-old career woman was naked, her curvaceous backside, and vulva exposed for Grant’s pleasure. Her massive tits hung down pleasingly.

Cassie turned her head, watching Grant over her shoulder, his muscular frame tensed as he prepared to breed her. He squatted down behind her, his cock head nuzzling up against her plump pussy. Cassie whimpered a little knowing she didn’t have much time. But she couldn’t think of anything that would possibly convince the man not to impregnate her.

He took a deep breath, this was inevitable. She let the haze that had up until now been at the back of her mind begin to overwhelm her.

She closed her eyes, to accept the inevitable.

She imagined Grant’s tender hand resting on the swell of her belly where their future kicked and stirred. She pictured Grant morphing from a corporate warrior into a doting father—a guardian of a different sort.

Eyes closed, she announced her acceptance and fantasy. “Grant,” she said, “you’ll be the kind of father who will lift our baby high see the world from great heights, you’ll teach resilience. You might not always be able to visit but we can always meet when Peter is out of town and then you read bedtime stories.”

She sighed as a serene smile crept over her face as she continued her day dream, “and of course you’ll have a great position at Wet “N” Antics. Tucking away bonus checks for our unborn child's education. You’ll be building a legacy as much as a career. You’ll be a fine baby-daddy,” she finished.

Grant, slapped Cassie hard across one of her generous buttock cheeks, harshly pulling Cassie back from her delusions.

“Be real Cassie, I'm not going to be your devoted baby-daddy, that will never happen,” Grant said. “That's my girl right there," he said grasping Cassie hair and pulling her view round to a grinning Naomi "What is going to happen is I’m going to fuck you, Fuck you completely. I've fucked your daughter and seeded her. You're pussy is going to be a receptacle for my seed. And that's it. I'll be gone. You'll have to say and do what you have to, to get your weak ass husband to stay and look after another man's kid, two kids if you count the mess I made of Lorna. Maybe Peter won’t even know. He's kind of a dumbass. But you are done in Wet "N" Antics.”

Naomi laughed from the side of the pool. "So, in a very real sense my Grant is literally fucking your career as well. Don't worry darling, no matter what else happens today it’s going to be the best day of your life having the honour of carrying Grant’s child and being his little cum sleeve."

Cassie waited for the inevitable but Grant didn't enter her, he was still squatting down low over her. He growled into her ear. "Oh no, it's not that easy. Even after hearing that I'm going to totally dominate and fuck you, you're still craving being bred by me. So, prove it by backing your pussy onto me."

Cassie moaned. As degrading as it was, she knew every word Grant had said was true. She needed his cum and his baby. She slowly backed up her ass so that her pussy enveloped Grants dick. Her pussy tightened round him pulling him deeper into her. Only when she had impaled herself down the full length of his shaft did he grasp her by the hips and began to pump deep and fast inside her MILF body.

For Grant he felt a powerful primal pleasure at sexually dominating his corporate rival. The power of knowing he was physically asserting himself on someone that on paper was strong enough to be his equal was intoxicating. He was literally screwing her out of her job at his workplace. And the realisation that he was able to take his pleasure from her pussy, unleash his sperm and breed her, but he would have none of the responsibility of parenthood filled him with satisfaction.

Cassie writhed beneath Grant, allowing her lust-driven body to indulge in some truly subservient pleasure. She shuddered with each stroke as his thick cock penetrated her deeply, her tits swinging like udders beneath her. This was primal need, instinct taking over, just pure animal lust and desire. The superior male asserting breeding rights. No emotional or psychological analysis of the situation allowed her to consider what a bad idea this was. All she wanted was Grant’s potent seed deep inside her womb.

As Grant increased his speed she groaned as her orgasm rushed towards her. Grant leant forward grabbing her hair and pulling her head up like some trophy for Naomi and Lorna to see. Her magnificent breasts thrust forward with each frantic movement of her hips. Cassie couldn't contain her pleasure. She screamed out her desire, her confession being captured by her daughter’s relentless recording of her domination, Naomi too was also filming the MILF being fucked. "Fuck, fuck, I want you to give me your seed! Fuck my cunt, fuck my womb, make me pregnant with your child."

With only minimal editing this would look like an entirely willing breeding.

Grant groaned, sweat glistening off his torso, and gave three more savage thrusts, "your choice bitch." he growled. Cassie's body clenched, clenching around Grant's powerful cock. Her pussy convulsed, squeezing out all that he had inside her. Grant bellowed out loud with his own release, spraying hot cum into Cassie's cunt, their mixed fluids mingling inside her hot female cave. Her cunt continued to grip his cock tightly as he unloaded inside her. Her muscles clamped around his girth like a vice, milking every last drop of semen from his cock.

His cock pulsed several times before slowing to a feeble flicker, finally losing interest in Cassie.

“Phew,” said Grant as he rested back on his haunches. Cassie was left panting on the edge of the pool, her pussy filled with cum. Still flushed from her orgasm, Cassie glanced up at Naomi.

"It's all on here, and your daughter's phone Mrs Lindor," the Japanese woman said, "I hope that meets with your approval."

Cassie turned and stared at Naomi with a look of disbelief, “did you just say my approval?”

“Yes, I did” replied Naomi simply, “I expect you'd like the video to stay there rather than say being released for public, or your husband's consumption."

Cassie said nothing.

"And just so we're clear, who is and will remain the Regional Accounts Lead at Wet "N" Antics?" continued Naomi.

Cassie's shoulders sagged. She was knocked up, and now knocked out of her job. "Grant,” she said “I'll withdraw my application."

"Good," said Naomi, "I think it would be best if you and your daughter get dressed and left as soon as possible. I am sure you'll need to get cleaned up and ensure you also take your husband's seed tonight to ensure you have some cover before you start to show. And I am sure Lorna will have a few things she'll want to discuss with you as well."

With no more than a dismissive glance Naomi and Grant left the mother and daughter in the pool, no longer colleague and visitor but merely breeding-bitches that had served their purpose.