Yumi Arrives & Asks ‘Just What Is Going On?’ The Answer Is In The Manner of Show Don’t Tell.

12:50pm, 6th Floor Sunny Day Mall.

Head Office of Wet “N” Antics (Japanese: Mizu Shibuki Pueirando Kabushiki Kaisha).

Main Office

Yumi Takahashi’s morning had been long. She had set out at 06:45am, had spent the morning dealing with investor queries and trying to keep her patience against her phone's insistent buzz of cryptic text messages from her colleagues that eluded any sense.

Her irritation and confusion had grown when she had entered the main entrance of the 6th floor office. None of the reception girls were there to greet her.

She walked through the lobby and approached the sprawling open plan of the Main Office space of Wet "N" Antics. The scene in the Main Office was so outlandish it might as well have been a canvas of Dali's surrealistic art.

Her jaw dropped as her eyes took in the sight of the carpeted floors strewn with articles of clothing, including bras, mens' briefs and womens' panties. Here and there were translucent stains that she could smell was cum.

It was as though the office had metamorphosed into a battleground where professionalism had met a rampant orgy in a most unexpected collision.

A few female employees, evidently trying to restore order, were at their desks and apparently diligently at work. However, the Japanese office ladies’ appearance betrayed their previous activities, dresses skewed and hair in varying states of dishevelment and one or two missing crucial items of clothing altogether. Yumi's gaze swept across the office, where most workstations stood abandoned, the silence starkly contrasting with the visual disarray.

A few of the ladies looked up, and then avoided Yumi’s gaze with characteristic cultural embarrassment. For the moment the MD said nothing.

Something that Yumi noticed was that scattered about the floor were plastic cards, almost like credit cards. She recognised them. She remembered that earlier that morning on her way to meet her driver a man in black had given her one. She had discarded it without much of a second glance. Being able to discard obviously useless business cards without looking at them was one habit she had appreciated from living in the US for the past two years.

She picked one up. It read; ‘Breeding Pass’.

The Managing Director addressed the office as a whole whilst holding the card up, "what has been happening since I have been gone? I want an explanation. Now." Yumi's voice was calm, but the anger was obvious, “Starting with this card. Just what exactly is a Breeding Pass?”

“I’d have thought it was pretty self-explanatory,” a deep American voice drawled from behind her. She turned, and then had to look up. Standing in front of her was the massive muscular bulk of Tyler Johnson. He was unabashedly naked and between his legs was a huge semi erect cock that hung freely. He grinned, revealing white teeth that flashed against his dark skin. In his hand he held a Breeding Pass of his own.

"Just read the instructions," he said.

Yumi quickly read the Breeding Pass. She read its contents. They were ridiculous. And yet she knew they were true. She looked back up, her blood turning to ice water. The confidence born of her executive position melting away. She bit her lip and almost apologetically bowed to Tyler.

"Oh," she said "Yes. A Breeding Pass I see," her eyes fell, "I don't suppose I could persuade you not to..."

Tyler shook his head, almost sympathetically. Almost.

Seeing that his cock was beginning to harden, she gulped nervously. "Shit," she breathed.

About a minute later.

Yumi Takahashi was on all fours, naked in the middle of the office with Tyler Johnson's black tool absolutely railing her. His thrusts were relentless as he fucked her. Yumi gasped with lust and pleasure as the black bull behind her thrust into her pussy,

Her mind was struggling to take it all in. She couldn't believe how quickly her twenty-year life plan was being thoroughly fucked, both literally and figuratively. Twenty years of career ambitions; dumping her high school sweet heart to take a place at a Business School abroad; after graduation eight long years of internships and junior roles, forgoing long term boyfriends all to get a senior position in a major corporation.

And then six years of climbing up the ladder at Wet “N” Antics, winning the respect of men in a highly patriarchal corporate culture. She had been about to return from the US in triumph and on the threshold of becoming a full-blown Japanese Director, with a route to being a Vice President. Instead, she was being fucked senselessly by an American whose enormous cock had thoroughly ruined her carefully laid plans for career advancement just as it was ruining her pussy. And at the end of it she had an unplanned pregnancy to look forward to.

But somehow, bizarrely it didn't matter because it felt so damn good. Unbidden thoughts of the magnificent baby bump she'd have flashed in her head. Three minutes ago, the imagery would have been the furthest thing from erotic to her. Now infuriatingly it was causing her cunt to become drenched.

Around her many of her subordinates were openly watching her get bred whilst a few, in true demonstration of Japanese culture, steadily stared at the screens of their computers as if nothing was happening. Most of those watching her fucking, were giggling and laughing, a relief to know their boss was in the same predicament as them and a few were even filming the incident.

A few moments after Tyler had stripped her, someone, (she thought it was Naomi), had snatched her handbag away, though the whole thing was such a whirlwind she didn’t have time to question the Brand Manager.

Yumi tried to cover her face, her conservative Japanese sensibilities unable to fully process the contradiction of immense humiliation coupled with the intense sexual pleasure she was feeling. And all in front of the office ladies that only that morning looked up to her as their leader!

The black man's thick meat was stretching her as she had never felt before and a mini orgasm ran through her. Her thighs were quivering and being steadily reduced to jelly by his ministrations. She moaned and futilely pushed at one of Tyler's muscled quads. Even as she vainly tried to get him to stop the inevitable, she was driven on by the damnable power of the Breeding Pass and frantically fucked back on the dark cock impaling her sopping love-tunnel.

A full-blown orgasm washed through her. Her supple neck arched back for a long moment, her torso and breasts straining with lust as she let out an animal moan. The laughing of the office ladies brought her back to the present and she tried to bury her face in the rough carpeted floor of the office, embarrassment overwhelming her. Tyler didn't relent but continued his pounding and to her shame Yumi felt another climax rising like a wave within her hot pussy.

That was the worst of it. When Tyler had given her the Breeding Pass she had known to her core that she wouldn't be able to resist but she had hoped to take the fertilisation with well-practised Japanese-stoicism. Instead, she had found herself being completely overwhelmed by the American stud, who had mounted her and was reaming her like some breeding mare.

Tyler was loving every minute of claiming the pretty MD's womb. He pulled Yumi's hair back and spanked her lovely creamy ass, not showing any respect whatsoever for his boss's dignity; well, former boss really. They both knew that after this debacle and the thorough seeding that would shortly follow there was no way she was keeping her position as a senior executive in the States. Especially not as there were a half dozen phones recording every delicious second of her shuddering orgasms and cries of pleasure. As if to emphasise this point Tyler grasped Yumi's hips tightly and pulled her deep onto him before thrusting at a renewed pace. Her reaction was immediate; moans and screams of ecstasy, Tyler pulled out for a moment and Yumi began gushing whilst almost sobbing with animalistic lust before Tyler returned, and plunged his cock back into her cunt, whilst one well-toned arm reached under her to fondle a jiggling breast.

Tyler felt a wave of satisfaction as he absolutely reamed the brunette. He didn't have anything against Yumi personally, he even had a little sympathy for her plight. But what was he going to do? Not impregnate her? It was just too much of an opportunity to pass up.

Knowing that just by his cock and sperm he was going to wash away the career plans of this formerly well put together female had somehow awakened some primal erotic desire in him. Almost as if the battle of the sexes was being waged in parallel with the war between meticulous human planning and the chaos of Nature. And this time it was Nature that was decisively and inevitably winning.

Tyler continued pounding Yumi deeply while she writhed beneath him, her mind slowly being reduced to a puddle of pure sexual bliss. After an eternity, and a couple more of her drenching climaxes, his thrusts became more urgent as he felt his climax approaching. Somewhere in the haze of sex Yumi realised that she was moments away from the end. There was a veritable tsunami of sperm about to crest the peak Tyler was reaching. Whatever the Breeding Pass was, whatever power it had, it had breached the defences her mundane birth control gave her and now her womb was defenceless. Yumi groaned, her slender arms stretched out and hands scrabbling at the floor. Her body desired more than anything to be taken, to be impregnated but her mind and what was left of her will desperately whirled with some way to stop this. With Tyler's merciless pumping she couldn't think. Suddenly she had a moment of clarity. There was a way to stop her inevitable fertilisation. She looked up her mouth forming the words.

Whatever her epiphany was, it came too late.

Tyler gave a long low groan of triumph as he let loose a giant flood of jizz into the executive's ripe honeypot. A great jet of hot sperm flooded her pussy. Tyler didn't let the newly bred bitch go but held on tight, his massive dick well sheathed in her messy cunt. He gave a few more pumps as if he didn't want a single drop of precious sperm to be wasted when it could be seeding her waiting womb.

Yumi, slumped down in resignation her thought of escape forgotten. She looked around sheepishly. The office ladies were covering their mouths and grinning. All Yumi could think of was that when Hiroshi Nakamura the owner of Wet "N" Antics and her boss back in Tokyo had talked about "the cross-pollination of cultures," she doubted this is what he had in mind...

In fact, Yumi was wrong. The astrologer Hiroshi Nakamura had met, two years ago whilst on a spiritual retreat around Mount Koya had told him all about Sunny Day Mall and the impending Breeding Day that would occur two years hence. Hiroshi Nakamura didn't exactly have a breeding or pregnancy fetish, but unbeknownst to all but his closest advisers Hiroshi was a massive pervert.

And so sending a stock of ripe young office ladies to the US seemed like the logical thing to do.