Yumi gets sent a message from her “PA”. Her PA gets sent a “message” from Grant.

A minute or two later…

Naomi's fingers danced nimbly over the phone's screen, composing a message to Yumi with deliberate care, to draw the MD back into the office. She was trying to imitate Hana’s texting style while the PA herself was indisposed with Grant.

Just at the edge of Naomi’s attention she could hear the rapid juddering sound as furniture shook with Grant’s exertions, accompanied by Hana’s frantic moans.

With the subtlety of a seasoned diplomat, Naomi conveyed urgency veiled in the formality of corporate speak: "Ms. Takahashi, your insight on recent developments is critically required to ensure strategic...."

Naomi cursed as she lost her train of thought as Hana let out a shudder of pleasure and banged the table. Naomi glanced up irritated at the PA caught up in the unwanted tryst. Naomi tried to make eye contact with Grant but her mate was in the process of claiming their first breeding victory, and was balls deep in a world of his own.

Naomi gave a small sigh and went back to the message to Yumi.

"to ensure strategic alignment”, that was the word she was looking for. She continued typing. “Several department heads are asking that you please return to the office asap to address these pivotal matters.”

She pressed send message.

Cooly Naomi sat back cross legged and watched Grant ream Hana while the Brand Manager waited for the MD to reply. When Grant first presented Hana with the Breeding Pass, Naomi had wondered whether she had made a strategic life-blunder. Had she simply created another intimate female mate for Grant, that she would have to share his affections with. Naomi had no interest in being in a harem.

But watching Grant fuck Hana, Naomi realised she didn’t need to worry. When Grant had begun, he had rebuffed the **** PA’s attempts to at least engage as equal sexual partners and had simply turned Hana around, not even considering it worthwhile to look her in the eye when he bent her over to mate her. The look on Grant’s face was the pure drive of an animal to copulate.

Naomi was brought back to the phone by the DING of an alert. As predictably as protocol dictated, Yumi's queries came through, “Is this about the Lotion Pool!!?”

Naomi wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that. She watched the fucking while she thought of a response. Grant had grasped a great bunch of Hana’s hair and was pulling her back whilst ploughing her unresisting cunt furiously.

“Men always seemed to get the easy jobs,” Naomi thought. She traced fingers over her stomach, she couldn’t be mad at Grant though. He was willingly throwing himself at her competition to ensure her honour was defended. And it was only Naomi's offspring that would be his favoured after all. In contrast their baby’s half-sibling by Hana may not even know its true father.

In a flash of inspiration Naomi thought of an answer for her boss. She responded smoothly her fingers tapping a beat that seemed to resonate in time with the general rhythm of Grant’s thrusts into Hana. "It's a multifaceted situation that demands your expertise.,” Naomi couldn’t help but add, “This might derail the office plans by nine months. Awaiting your valued direction."

“Nine months??” came the reply back. A second message, “What is this all about Hana?”

Her message had been square on the nose but Naomi thought that there was no reason in a hundred years why Yumi should suspect a Breeding Day was going on in the office. And of course, Naomi wanted to laugh behind her hand at her boss. Knowing the MD was probably urgently clearing things up at the investor meeting to rush across town in LA traffic, and LA heat, only to get bred was priceless.

Finally, Yumi sent the third message Naomi was looking for; “Ok. Coming back asap. Gather the team for a 14:00 meeting.”

Once Naomi was satisfied with the thread of messages sent, she allowed herself to fully focus on the activity playing out in front of her.

Hana's moans became more erratic as Grant pumped harder and faster into her. Naomi's eyes roved over their naked bodies as she marvelled at Hana's compliance, watching the naked girl slump over the desk as Grant drove himself deeper inside her. The entire process was absolutely fascinating and utterly delicious. Hana, caught Naomi eye and winced in embarrassment. Despite her best efforts she could not keep the raw desire from her face. Grant gave three strong rapid thrusts, and Hana let out a cry of pleasure as a **** orgasm rippled through her body. As the spasms subsided, she slumped forward onto the table.

Grant drew back momentarily, holding still in order to give Hana's cunt a few moments to recover. His broad hand was splayed out across Hana's back and he was lightly holding her down over the desk, the PA's eyes downcast. Naomi could see there was no real physical **** on Grant's side, the gesture alone simple indicated he wanted the woman being bred to assume a position of submission in front of the male and his superior female. Naomi smiled at this mark of respect from Grant and gave an enthusiastic nod of the head that he should finish Hana off.

With renewed vigour, Grant took hold of Hana's hips and pumped her hard, his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy like a jackhammer. Soon, with a masculine groan that Naomi shivered in delight to, Grant let loose a torrent of seed into Hana's submissive womb. With one final deep thrust, Grant buried himself deep within her body.

A few moments later he withdrew his cock. Grant didn't bother to get dressed, he simply put on his shoes. For the rest of the office Breeding Day he'd breed pussy au natural.

As he stalked out of the room without a second glance, Naomi slid Hana's phone across the desk back to her. "Stay in the office Hana," Naomi said, “You can go home at 17:00 as normal.”

"Aren't you worried I will tell Yumi?" said Hana to the rival female. Naomi laughed, "of course not. Are you worried I will tell your fiancé who the father of his child really is? No? Then we have an understanding."

Naomi paused at the office door, "and don't ever speak to Grant again. Be thankful for his seed. But be thankful from a distance."

With that she closed the boardroom door.