Doe wins

Her huge chest heaving with each ragged breath, Doe takes a moment to recover while she sits on Anna's back. The slender young lawyer, exhausted from the struggle, retains her dignity by not flailing futilely on the ground.

"How do you like that, ya fucking lesbo?" taunts Doe. Anna's eyes simmer with a cold rage.

Surveying the scene around her, Doe finally notices the giant purple dildo that everyone else has been staring at. She blinks in confusion, but quickly assesses the situation.

"You fucking cock hungry whore! You try to steal my man, and you have a fucking fake cock in your pussy AND ass too! What were you going to do, suck him off so you could fill all your holes?" The thought had crossed your mind, you muse. Meanwhile, the crowd of sales guys snicker.

Doe reaches towards Anna's backside and pulls half of the dildo out of her pussy. The silicone cock is even bigger than it looks; Doe seems to be pulling on it forever, like a magician pulling a string of handkerchiefs out of his sleeve. Finally, it comes free with a resounding "pop!". Anna's cunt remains gaping wide. The guys in your doorway jostle for a better view. You step closer to the defeated girl and peer into her deep-pink pussy. Beyond her stretched lips, her love canal looks swollen and sensitive, as if subject to a constant stimulation.

Completely humiliated, Anna tries desperately to rise, but Doe keeps her weight firmly between Anna's shoulder blades. The double-headed dildo flops limply on the ground, still planted firmly up Anna's ass. Doe grabs the slippery end of the dildo that was so recently surrounded by Anna's suckling twat. She strokes it a few times to wipe the excess slime off of it. Establishing a firm grip, she pushes the monstrous tool deeper into Anna's rear. Anna winces in discomfort, but silently. She refuses to give Doe the satisfaction.

"Some dyke you are! Fucking cockslut! You like that? How do you like that cock now, huh? We'll see how much you can take." Doe grits her teeth as she forces the two-foot phallus deeper than it's ever gone before. Anna's distended asshole dilates then contracts around each inch that passes through. The crowd falls eerily silent as they watch the perverted freak show.

Anna clenches her teeth too, but for a different reason. A tear trickles down her cheek, but determination burns in her eyes as she holds back the cries of distress. She looks pleadingly into the eyes of everyone in the room, but the spectators just continue to gawk, simultaneously dumbstruck and aroused. Seeing that no-one is coming to her aid, she stares into space with a resolute look on her face. Her fiery defiance matches her fiery mane; and as she takes one last look around the room to memorize faces, you fear her fiery retribution as well.

But Doe is oblivious to all this, for she is too focused on her own vengeance, Concentration is written all over her still cum-ravaged face. Tiny beads of sweat wick away the remanants of your load still caking her forehead. Inch by inch, the slick purple python disappears into Anna's ass until Doe meets abrupt resistance. Anna finally howls in pain as the anal invader bottoms out in some unnavigable twist deep in her bowels. Doe grins sadistically, her hand fully wrapped around the three inch stub still protruding from Anna like an dog's docked tail.

Doe folds her arms across her prodigious chest and admires her accomplishment. Anna hisses, low enough so that only you and Doe can hear, "You just wait until it's my turn. What I do to you is going to make this look like Disneyworld."

Doe isn't having any of it. Looking up at the crowd blocking the doorway, she finds an eager and attentive audience.

"Okay boys, who wants to play with my new toy?" Doe asks in her breathiest, sultriest, sexiest voice. The only response is silence, broken only by the soft click of your office door being closed shut. You can feel the testosterone in the room surge.

You sense Anna is about to lose her cool. Her eyes tremble in panic. To be honest, you share her anxiety. Even though your cock is leaping at the chance for a shot at that red-trimmed twat, you fear that this has already gotten out of hand.