happy end?

Once inside the confines of the building, Suzanna tilted her head back and poured the delicious drink down her throat. It didn’t spend enough time on her tongue for her to gauge the taste. She was just glad she wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon.

She bounded up the stairs quickly, giggling to herself the whole way up. She was just about to make it to her desk when Mr. Stevenson stopped her. “Ms. Briggs, how could you think that what you are wearing is appropriate office attire?”

The blonde looked down at herself. She hadn’t noticed but since her consumption of the little bottle of goodness, her breasts had made a break for daylight. They hung low on her chest, two tremendous globes of flesh, spherical and delicious. Her bra had given up sometime around the third flight of stairs. Suzanna also noticed that she was feeling a slight gust of cold air on her hot pussy. Upon inspection, she discovered that her jeans had torn under the strain of running up the stairs and the sheer magnitude of her swollen ass. The seams were splitting and her sex was feeling drafty. Unfortunately for Suzanna it wasn’t enough of a breeze to quell the fire burning inside her.

“Umm, like, I’m sorry that my boobs…I mean…my shirt.” She said surprised. Was my voice always that high?

“Well, I would send you home to change, Ms. Briggs. But I’m afraid of what you might choose to wear instead. Mr. Fisk informed me that your behavior at the office has become…irratic.” Mr. Stevenson stated while calmly removing his glasses.

What a hunk! thought Suzanna. Fisk isn’t too bad himself. Great body. She decided to make her move on Mr. Stevenson. The craving for cock in her needy pussy was getting too much for her to endure. She flirted with him, grabbing his tie and batting it playfully against his chest. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Stevenson. And please call me Summer, Suzanna Briggs is something for my business card.”

“Ok, Summer. I’m not sure a simple apology is going to do it. Not in this situation anyway.”

“But, I promise…I promise to make it up to you…and Mr. Fisk.” Summer put on quite a display. Batting her growing eyelashes and joining her hands together. Her breasts swelled, pushed together and leapt out at him. “Oh, my…look what happened Mr. Stevenson.” She flirted back to him. She could tell he liked this attention; he was getting hard. Mr. Stevenson watched her breast swell in front of his eyes. He wasn’t sure if Suzanna, now Summer, noticed, but he was pretty sure that she didn’t care.

“Those are quite nice, Summer. Perhaps we should take this into my office.” He gestured to the room in the corner with the big black couch.

“Totally.” Summer sauntered down the way toward his office. Each sway of her hip destroyed more of the jeans she was wearing. She felt cold, but she knew she was about to get things heated up.

Mr. Fisk stood a few feet away watching Stevenson and the growing nakedness of ‘Summer.’ Stevenson gave Mr. Fisk a non-verbal signal to follow him into the office.

* * *

“Oh, yes. Fuck that pussy,” Summer screamed from the corner office.

Mr. Stevenson continued pounding her from behind. He pushed those massive melons into the couch until they came back up under her chin. She loved it.

Fisk, who was recuperating in the chair next to the couch, had jerked himself back to full attention. He stepped up to summer, his erection bobbing. “Wanna suck it again, Summer, babe?”

“Sure thing,” Summer said arching her head up to get in line with his crotch. She swallowed his manhood deep. Saliva drenched him, obscene sucking noises echoed in the room. She pulled her head off of his prick, “but you guys gotta promise to cum in my hot cunt this time. No more tricks with all this cumming down my throat. Not that I mind, it tastes…oh…good and all, but…”

“Of course, Summer.” Fisk interrupted and directed the slut’s mouth to his cock.

“Will do, Summer!” Mr. Stevenson shouted as he grunted against her needy sex, his balls slapping against her. Her juices traveling down the insides of her thighs.

The determined slut blew Fisk like a seasoned professional. After a few intense deep-throats, she popped him out. “You close, Mr. Fisk?”

The man with closed eyes and his cock in the hand of the perfect bimbo slut could only nod.

“Goodies!” She looked over her shoulder at the hunk pounding her from behind, “Now cum, Mr. Stevenson. I need a big belly! Otherwise all those dang dresses I bought will be for nothing!”

After giving her perfectly bubbly rear a loud smack, the man who was assaulting her pussy let his torrent of jism loose inside her. He collapsed on top of her.

“Mr. Stevenson!” Summer pouted, “You’ve got to get up so Mr. Fisk can shoot his inside me too!”

The manager slowly rolled off of her back. His cock dislodging with an audible suction sound. Fisk did not miss his opportunity. He stepped up behind her, grabbed Summer by her ankles and tossed her onto her back. The thrill of spinning around on his dick caused a mini-orgasm to shake through her.

“That’s it Mr. Fisk. Shoot your stuff. Don’t you want to see my belly get big? And these tits,” she mauled her heavy boobflesh in her hands, “they’ll grow some more, and the milk.” Fisk could only respond with a whimpered cry. “Come on, Fisky-baby, knock up your slut, knock her up good.” She pursed her lips and kissed.

Fisk tried his best. Her excited utterances and pleas for pregnancy cause his balls to tighten and then shoot a healthy wad of potent baby batter inside her already full tunnel.

“Oh goodie!” Summer exclaimed. “I won’t even know whose it is! And no matter when it’s born, it’ll be a Summer Baby!”

Fisk fell weak kneed on top of Summer’s bountiful chest.

From outside the windows to Mr. Stevenson’s office the vendor and the creator stared on.

The vendor man had his baseball cap high on his head as he scratched his scalp. “I just don’t get it. Ain’t right. Ain’t usual.”

In a cold voice, a voice of that exuded an eerie calm, the creator replied, “Ours is not to question, Anthony.”

“Still, three! Nobody need no more than one before!” Anthony replied.

The creator waved his hand out to gesture at the three sweaty, sexual being in the office, “I don’t think Mr. Stevenson or Mr. Fisk will be complaining about the cost of our services.”

“I reckon I agree.” Anthony puzzled a moment, then spoke, “But I gots to say, I love her new name.” He watched as the bimbo put her hand over her sex in an attempt to keep all that was inside her from leaking out. “Ain’t no self respecting bimbo goes by Suzanna.”

“Hmmm…” The creator pondered aloud, “Maybe the reason it took three of my little trinkets to fully change her lies just there. In her name.”

Anthony looked stumped, “I’m pretty sure I don’t follow ya.”

“Oh come on, Anthony, you mean to tell me you’ve never heard that old saying, ONE SWALLOW DOES NOT A SUMMER MAKE.”

Anthony just shook his head.

The creator sighed and huffed his shoulders. He mumbled, “The culture of some people.”