Breeding Day Begins at Wet "N" Antics. (09:31 am Sunny Day Mall. Floor 6. Head Office of Wet “N” Antics Corporation.)

09:31 am Sunny Day Mall. Floor 6. Head Office of Wet “N” Antics Corporation.

Main Office.

Naomi looked up at Grant. Most eyes were still on Grant but it was Emi that saw a weird almost animal look in the serious girl’s eyes. “You can fuck me here.” Naomi said.

Grant snorted “That’s five words…wait. What?!” the tall man exclaimed, unconsciously loosening his tie and opening his top button. Naomi stood up abruptly “There are about a thousand reasons why I don’t want you to make me pregnant but I need your fucking seed.”

Naomi discarded her jacket throwing it at Ethan, who was looking shocked at this turn of events. Grant now was also changing, succumbing to an animal lust. To Emi’s eyes it was almost like both had been put under a sudden spell. Naomi fumbled with her shirt buttons, but Grant pushed her hands aside and ripped the shirt open, plastic discs bouncing off the workstations.

There was outright dissent from the office now. If this was one of Grant’s “bits” it had gone far beyond the bounds of decorum even for Wet “N” Antics playful corporate culture. The shocked squeals began when Naomi’s lovely breasts bounced out of her opened bra and Grant’s thick pecker was revealed to his colleagues.

None of the office workers actually moved to stop the two lust crazed colleagues who had rapidly moved onto coupling. A few eyes turned to Emi as the Assistant Business Manager and the most senior member of the Corporation in the open plan office at that moment. Emi didn't raise any objections and only watched Grant and Naomi intently. The two were now virtually naked and openly fucking on Naomi’s workstation.

Emi may have seemed entranced by the wanton display but in fact her ambitious mind was racing. This definitely wasn’t a stunt. Grant, maybe, maybe, would try something like this but Naomi? Not in a million years. So what power had Grant imposed on Naomi? Except it wasn’t Grant doing it. He had been as surprised as anyone by Naomi's reaction. Emi wasn’t religious but she wasn’t bound by Western notions of rationality. In this circumstance the most obvious common-sense answer was, effectively the Breeding Pass was a bona fide magic scroll. Or at least Emi conceded to herself there was some technology way beyond anyone’s understanding.

Meanwhile Naomi was protesting, whilst also simultaneously egging Grant on both verbally and with her pussy. “Oh you fucking dumb bastard. Fuck me, FUCK ME! Harder, I’m wet for your seed. You stupid bastard..you don’t know what you’ve done!” For a moment it seemed like Naomi had a flash of lucidity from her animal lust as she shook her head in protest and cried out. “I can’t get pregnant; I can’t get pregnant!” All the while her frantic grinding hips betrayed the truth and then she lapsed. “Oh fuck. Give me your sperm. Fucking breed meeee!”

Suddenly Grant who had been virtually silent during the whole sessions save for his heavy breathing let out a long obscenity and pulled Naomi’s hips in so that her love lips fully enveloped his raging hardon as he came and sent a deluge of thick semen inside the Brand Manager’s cunt.