Yes

You move forward, and Cynthia leans to meet you in a kiss. At first she seems almost shameful, her lips pushing against yours in occasional nips, as if driven by an irrepressible urge. But soon the blonde loops her arms around your shoulders, standing to meet you, her back arching to she push her body against yours, hungrily attacking your mouth with hers.

Suddenly she breaks from you, a meaningful, determined look in her grey eyes. "Cat: undress me. Meera: warm up our guest."

"Yes, Ms Steele," reply the two women, eagerly leaping into action. Whilst the young PA frantically undresses her superior, the Indian CFO kneels before you, wordlessly unbuckling your belt and pulling down your trousers.

"It's..." she swallows. "It's so big sir. I'm not sure I can -"

You grab her head and ram your cock into her mouth, certainly bruising her throat with the ****. Meera's eyes roll upwards, lids fluttering as she instantly orgasms. Taking a firm grip in her tightly-drawn hair, you pull her face off you before slamming back home, prompting a muffled moan from the married woman. To her ecstasy, you continue using her mouth as a cock-sleeve, looking up to see Cynthia and Cat watching you, the latter's mouth agape.

"Get back to it, child," scolds the blonde, reaching forward to slap her assistant's ass.

"Yes, Ms Steele, sorry Ms Steele," gasps the twenty-year-old, hurriedly removing her boss's shoes. As you use Meera like a rag doll, you enjoy the site of Cynthia watching you hungrily, whilst a pretty redhead unbuttons her white shirt, revealing two large globes clad in a conservative white bra. As Cat pulls the trousers off of Cynthia's long, toned legs, you throw aside your cock-sleeve, the middle-aged woman crumpling incapacitated on the floor. You step forward and the stunning blonde embraces you again, sensually caressing your back, her tongue exploring your mouth, raising a leg to hoist around your hip. Without even thinking, you unclasp her bra, discarding it on top of Meera as you squeeze Cynthia's infamous tits. The CEO groans into your mouth, reaching down to touch your mammoth balls, squeezing them lustfully. Your eyes meet hers, and by wordless consent, you spin her round and push her against the glass window, ripping off her panties, her naked form surely visible with binoculars from across the entire city. You don't hesitate before thrusting deep into her pussy. Cynthia moans as her vagina stretches to hold your girth, her lips dragging against the spotless glass. As you thrust again, she lets out another gasp, pleasure writ large on her face as she looks back.

"Cat, lick my clitoris."

The freckled redhead bites her lip nervously. "But - but I'm straigh-"

"Be a good pussycat and lick."

Cat's will crumples. "Yes, Miss Steele."

"Yes, mistress."

"Yes, mistress. Sorry, mistress." The young professional instantly crawls between your legs and begins lapping at her boss's genitals, even as you continue steadily pumping into Cynthia's cunt, your balls hitting Cat's face with every rock of your hips. You reach around your lover to grope her breasts, eliciting fresh moans from her as she arches her back, sandwiching your hands between her tits and the glass.

"Cum in me," she asks, looking back at you needily - a strange, arousing expression on her confident, beautiful face. "Cum in me." Beneath the sound of your sex you hear the redhead slurping on her boss's clit. "Cum in me." Your hands slide to her waist and hold fast as you pound her with the vigour you know she craves. "Cum in me."

You give her what she wants, firing your semen deep into her womb, as this symbol of feminine strength shudders against the 50th-floor window. As you feel her muscles freezing in place, you hear a quiet voice squeaking beneath you.

"Please, sir. I've been a good pussy. Please."

Stepping back, you tug your still-ejaculating dick out of Cynthia's cunt and point it at the freckled face gazing up at you, tongue extended. You coat it with ribbon after ribbon of cum, Cat's innocent blue eyes closed in ecstatic relief as she finally gets to lap up your cream. As the PA, too, freezes in place, you simply instruct them to be utterly loyal to you, and never disclose their relationship with you. When they unfreeze, Cynthia's and Cat's voices join in a rapturous, musical cry of pleasure, their bodies shaking as they orgasm simultaneously.

"So, Ms Steele," you say, catching the blonde bombshell before her legs collapse beneath her. "How much was it you wanted to donate, again?"

"Whatever you want, Alpha Man," she smiles dopily. "Whatever you want."