A new servant decides to do her new job at her old job

Of the few things Annalise expected when she opened her front door to go to work, a stark naked, extremely gorgeous blonde was not one of them. Neither was getting kissed by a stark naked, extremely gorgeous blonde, but there she was, standing stunned in her doorway after receiving an intense kiss from exactly such a woman. She looked around, but seeing nothing but the same old neighborhood, she couldn't think of anything to do other than continue on to work. Maybe she had imagined the whole thing. She'd mention it to her therapist maybe, hallucinations about naked women kissing her. Until then, she still had to get to work. She straightened her blue blouse and her bag, locked her front door, and walked towards the bus stop.

In no time at all, Annalise was on the bus and idly flicking through her phone. She usually read the news while taking the fifteen minute ride towards the building she worked in, but today she found herself unable to focus. None of the articles caught her attention, not even the one about some disease breakout nearby, except for one about some celebrity nudes being leaked. Her thumb hovered over the link for longer than she'd like to admit, tempting her to see which celebrity it was and if they were hot, but the idea that someone would see her looking dissuaded her. But not before she thought of just how kinky it would be if they did.

Shaking her brown hair in an attempt to jostle those odd thoughts loose, she looked around at the other occupants of the bus to keep her thoughts from wandering. The bus wasn't very crowded, with only about half a dozen people scattered through its length. Annalise noticed a few men in white button ups probably heading in to the office like her, a younger man wearing a beanie talking on his phone, an older woman sitting on a bench, who was glowering at a pair of young women who were talking loudly to each other, and a mother and son. None of them were really paying any attention to anyone else, except for two of the nicer dressed men and the mother, all of whom were shooting looks around at the people riding the bus. A lot like she was, come to think of it.

Once she became aware of it, she couldn't stop looking. The swell of the mother's mature breasts, the youthful tightness of the gossiping girls' butts, a tightness she imagined she shared, even the old woman. Annalise wondered what kind of experience the woman had gained in her long life, what sort of things she had done. The thought was riveting to her, but a slight shift from one of the men drew her attention.

She looked and saw him move again. Growing up with brothers and being at least somewhat attractive, she recognized the move. The man had just readjusted himself to make something less obvious. Namely, an erection. Annalise found herself looking, wondering what it would look like hard and throbbing for release in her face. She could smell it, she thought, lying in wait in the man's pants. She wasn't the only one either, if the way the two women's gossiping had come to a stop was any indication. They were sniffing the air, just like she was.

Annalise honesty wasn't sure what happened next. She was so busy daydreaming that she missed the flurry of action. All she knew was at the end of it, the mother was impaled on the cock of one of the office workers, one heavy tit escaping the lip of her cream colored sweater while she was bounced up and down on a massive, turgid shaft, hands grasping the rings hanging from the ceiling for stabilization. Both of the suddenly fornicating people yelled and their joined sexes gushed with mixed fluids, splattering over the woman's awestruck son and the old woman who looked on with horror.

Horror that changed as quickly as the woman's body did. An ecstatic tremble ran through her wizened form, years falling away before everyone's eyes. Seventy turned to fifty, to thirty, and finally to twenty, the woman no longer recognizable in the slightest as the person she had been. The rejuvenated woman bucked in place, a now smooth hand pulling her baggy pants down and off while the other dove at her own gushing pussy.

Meanwhile, the two gossiping women were not spared the insanity overcoming the bus. The other businessman and the son had set their sights on the girls and grabbed them both firmly. Not that they were resisting as they were partially stripped and swiftly stuck full of dick. One bounced on a man's lap while the other was driven into the seats by the **** of the son's thrusts. At some point, it was too much for the formerly old woman to take, and she dove at the man who was still talking on the phone. He wasted no time grabbing her short blonde hair and pulling her mouth onto his already cumming dick.

Annalise watched with an odd sort of detachment, extremely aware of the fucking going on right next to her but feeling almost nothing. Desire thrummed inside her, she couldn't deny that now. Whatever was happening to them seemed to be happening to her. But she didn't want to get fucked. The desire barely even registered. She wanted, craved something else. But without knowing what that was, she just felt lost.

The bus, by some miracle, reached her destination before one of the increasingly sexy women climbed up to the bus driver and started to bounce on his lap. Annalise walked calmly towards her building as a few of the people on the bus stumbled off it, immediately setting upon anyone they could reach. She just kept going though, entering her building and calmly getting into the elevator. The company she worked for did...something. Something with construction estimates. She was in charge of archiving, but even that seemed distant and unimportant. It wasn't what she needed.

"Annalise, hey, Mr. Reets wanted to see you right away this morning," Pamela the receptionist said, jolting Annalise out of her fog. She shook her head again, just as unsuccessful at jolting the lewd thoughts free as before. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I...yeah, I'm okay. Mr. Reets, you said. I'll go see him," Annalise said, breathing a little more heavily than usual. Something inside her had leapt at knowing her boss wanted to see her. Something that made her hasten towards his office with a renewed heat in her body. One knock later, she was walking into the sequestered room. "Y-you wanted to s-see me, sir?"

"Annalise, yes, come in. Have a seat, I'll be with you in just a moment." Carlton Reets sat behind his desk, tapping away at something on his computer, his white shirt as crisp as always and his tie perfectly in place. He was the image of authority, or at least he was as far as Annalise was concerned. She walked unsteadily to the chair in front of his dark wood desk and more collapsed into it than sat. Her body was properly flushed now, humming with desire at the sight of him. She had never considered him particularly handsome before and she didn't think she did now, but the simple authority with which he told her to sit down with made her positively soaked.

"Okay then, Annalise, I wanted to...are you okay?" Mr. Reets asked, seeing her flushed face and heaving breaths. His eyes sank lower to her decently sized breasts pressing against her blouse and she purposefully thrust her chest out to better show them off. He was a superior man after all. He should be able to look if he wanted.

"Annalise, what are you doing?! Control yourself!" he said, shaking himself out of his daze. Annalise immediately hunched her shoulders and practically bent over in her chair, not only to follow his demand, but also to muffle the squeaks of pleasure she nearly let out from being ordered and then following that order.

"S-sorry...sir..." Annalise panted, trying to figure out what was happening to her and why she wanted to please him so badly. She trembled and hissed in place as she tried to control her shaking body.

"Miss Merthow, stop immediately. I cannot believe I have to tell you, but these actions are hardly appropriate for a woman in your position," Carlton Reets said, trying to wrap his mind around Annalise's abnormal behavior. She was always the image of professionalism, so her very obvious flaunting of her admittedly attractive chest and shaking madly was equally startling and, he hated to admit, arousing.

"Are they appropriate for a woman in this position?" she asked immediately, sliding off her chair and onto her knees to look up at him. Then she blinked like she couldn't believe what she had just said. Her body had moved on its own and now she found herself unable to get up from her knees, no matter how hard she tried. Not that she really wanted to anyways.

"Annalise!" Carlton exclaimed, jumping to his feet with surprise. Both of them realized her face was now level with his engorged groin, his penis having grown hard despite his best efforts. The smell of him reached Annalise and she shuddered involuntarily.

"I'm sorry, can I make it up to you?" she pleaded, her mouth hanging open suggestively all on its own. When her hands started unbuttoning her shirt though, she was doing it on purpose. Whatever new instincts were awakening within her felt too good to deny and she really just felt like giving in to them. Plus her boss' cock smelled really good and she was quite certain she wanted it in her mouth.

"Please sir, let me me apologize. Let me...just...I want...ooohhhhh..." Annalise moaned and struggled with his pants before finally getting his dick out. She didn't hesitate to dive forward and suck it into her mouth, feeling the most pleasure she ever had at his surprised moan. She went to work, sucking and slurping at his shaft, her brown hair flying around her face until a hand came down and gathered it all up in a tight hold. With a hard tug, she was pulled off his dick, saliva stringing from her gaping lips to the pink head of Carlton's dick. She came back to herself just a little and looked up at her boss, hoping he would let her go back to work.

"Am I not good enough, sir? Do you want me to deep throat you? Want to see more of my tits?" Annalise asked immediately, hoping he was pleased with her efforts. A man like him shouldn't have to deal with her incompetence and she made note to practice her skills on some dildos and other men's cocks. But before she could apologize further or find a better way to serve him, Carlton Reets pulled her open back onto his thick dick and started facefucking her with abandon. To him, it felt like the most incredible blowjob he had ever received that only got better as the virus Annalise carried flowed into him and strengthened him. To her, it was the divine culmination of everything she was and wanted to be. She orgasmed spontaneously, screaming in bliss at being used in such a complete way. Her cry was garbled by the thickening penis that started to pump delicious tasting semen down her convulsing throat. She shook harder, gulping down as much cum as she could, until the door suddenly opened and interrupted them.

"Mr. Reets, are you okay in here? I've been paging you, but you haven't responded. Is- OH MY GO-AACK!" Ursula, Carlton's secretary said, before taking a full shot of cum in the mouth. Her blonde, cum-splattered visage looked at the two of them with horror for a moment before she started **** violently. Carlton and Annalise watched her as she tried to clear her throat, her breasts, just as large as Annalise's, jumping and shaking underneath her grey sweater. Just as the two Infected were starting to worry, Ursula finally succeeded in swallowing the last of her boss' semen. But when she looked up at them again, very little remained of who she used to be. She changed briefly and quickly, pulling her shirt down to fully expose her slightly larger boobs. Makeup was perfected and her blonde hair became wavy and immaculate.

"Sucking off the boss is his secretary's job!" she yelled going to her knees and pushing Annalise aside. Carlton fell back onto his chair and Ursula immediately replaced the brunette's mouth on his dick, slurping out the last drops of his first climax and the first bit of his second. She was more skilled with her tongue than Annalise and put that talent to good use.

"Sir, I'd like to apply for a new position," Annalise purred, crawling up to him to rub her tits against his leg. "I'd like to be your office slut, free to fuck any time you need relief. Filling my pussy up with cum should be a good way to relieve any stress. And I'd like to conduct the interview right now. In a...practical application."

"I always prefer to test the skills of those working beneath me first hand," he said casually, pushing Ursula off his spit and semen slicked dick, only to slide it into Annalise, who was straddling his lap by that point. She cooed in bliss, jerking her hips to try and thrust her boss deeper into herself. Wanton moans were the only thing that left her throat as she was fucked, and cock was one of only two things on her mind.

The other was how many of her coworkers she'd like to fuck.