Crunch Time - Friday

"Fine, fine..." She groaned, "Just remember to play your part, and this shouldn't be too difficult."

"Whatever you say, Babe."

Looping her arm through Claire's, Tammy guided them both through the office door, trying to ignore the excited pulsing in her empty nethers.

"Remember to play it cool--"

"Sammy!" The vivacious ninny squealed, lunging towards the well-built young man seated at his desk. "You're really here! I missed you so much..."

Tammy watched in disbelief as her witless accomplice fairly skipped across the room, completely disregarding their carefully laid plans of intimate seduction, and literally threw herself at their square-jawed objective.

"Good morning--hmmmff!" Sam's voice cut off when his face was immediately enveloped in Claire's mountainous cleavage.

"I'm so happy to see you. Are you happy to see me? I bet you are. And I'm, like, totally horny and fuckable now. You're a tit man, right? Tams and I were talking about it last night, and my boobs are, like, waaay larger than hers..."

Tammy stalked over as the ditzy blonde prattled at a mile a minute and tried to drag her off the struggling young stud by the back of her collar. The vicious yank pulled Claire backward with the sound of tearing cloth.

"Whoops!" Claire giggled, stumbling as she caught her balance and looked down at the shredded remains of her outfit.

The top half of the hot pink romper wafted like a sparkly, diaphanous skirt down to her waist, held up by the rhinestone belt and leaving her massive, bra-less honkers out on show. She didn't seem at all upset by the unexpected development, cupping her golden globes of tit-flesh and waving them in Sam's direction.

"Oh no! My naughty Asian girlfriend has, like, totally exposed my big, bouncy boobies to a hunky guy we both secretly love." She trilled theatrically, "Whatever should I do?

"What the hell are you doing?" Tammy growled, stepping in front of her and wagging an angry finger. "This isn't what we discussed, you empty-headed Dumbo."

"It's not? I thought we were supposed to say sexy stuff, pretend to be lesbians, and, like, totally make Sammy want to fuck us full of hot, yummy cummy..."

"Umm... Girls? You realize I'm still here, don't you?" Sam waved from where he was still firmly rooted behind his desk. "I can hear everything you're saying."

Utterly mortified, Tammy turned and looked at him only a few feet away. For her part, Claire just waved back with a cheerful grin on her stupid face.

"Sammy, it's not what you think." She implored, rushing over and wrapping her small arms around one of his bulging biceps. The shirt sleeve was splitting at the seams, and he seemed so much taller than her now. "She's just a dumb bimbo and doesn't know what she is saying."

"So you're not actually gay or into each other on a romantic level." It was a statement, not a question. "I got that much wrong, but you want me to fuck you anyway?"

"You weren't totally wrong, Sammy." Claire crooned, pressing into his other side. Her luscious, tanned breasts enveloped his broad shoulder. "We spent the night jilling each other, totally thinking about you. I came, like, more times than I could count times wishing it was your pussy-pounding cock making me squirt all over the sheets."

An audible thump came from under the desk that rattled the keyboard, and Sam winced in discomfort.

Tammy looked down and noticed that he had rolled his chair all the way in until his stomach was flush with the edge of the workstation, completely hiding his lower body.

Hardly a comfortable position for typing. So what had caused the sound? Surely not what she dared to imagine was down there...

"It might be more accurate to say we are bi-curious with really heavy Sammy tendencies." She purred into his ear, running her hands over his manly chest and back, marveling at the defined musculature she felt beneath the straining sweater vest. "We can be whatever you tell us to be. I do love how soft and pretty Claire is now, with her flowing platinum hair and plump, kissable lips.

"She could be my cuddly Claire Bear if you say so. I'll keep her warm and wet for you to fuck whenever you need... as long as you promise to fuck me too. That'd only be fair since we're girlfriends now, after all."

The thump came again, rocking the monitor on its mounting, and Tammy was certain she had guessed the source. Her pussy drooled at the ribald revelation.

"That makes this easier, I suppose," Sam said, bracing his hands to push away from his desk. "It's not like I don't want to plow the both of you into oblivion. Simply didn't want to stick it where it wasn't wanted, is all."

"Oh, Sammy."

"Oh, Sammy."

The two women's combined moans of carnal yearning were interrupted by a sharp crack like that of a whip. Everybody froze in place, heads jerking around to find Sadie standing in the office entrance, her mature, buxom figure covered from neck to toe in a shiny black leather catsuit with a riding crop held fast in her gloved fist.

"Samuel, I need to see you in my office immediately... and Zoey, I can practically smell you masturbating back there. Come join us."

"Eep!" The surprised sound emitted from behind the filing cabinets. "Yes, Miss Chandler."

Tammy and Claire groaned in soulful unison when Sam stood, copping an eyeful of the pillar of rigid flesh obtruding from the ruined remains of his khaki trousers before he shook them off and strode past a leering, self-satisfied Sadie into her office.

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"Kindly place the desk down there and join Samuel on the couch, Zoey... Good girl."

The colossal brunette did as her burgundy-haired manager instructed, gently lowering the unwieldy piece of timber furniture where indicated as though it weighed nothing at all.

Sam's cock lurched, watching the mesmerizing play of muscles across her shoulders and upper back under the wafer-thin sports bra. A rich dollop of precum rolled from his angry tip at the sight of Zoey's rock-hard toosh flexing heroically in her laddered orange leggings.

She glanced at it greedily when she squeezed onto the three-seater beside him, resting a soft hand perilously high on his thigh, ready to catch. The two of them took up all the space with their gigantified bodies. Masculine and feminine examples of supreme physicality, and Sadie had them tidying her office.

The mahogany desk sat a few feet in front of them, the woman herself sitting on the edge facing them, lazily crossing her long, leather-coated legs as she stared over the top of her glasses.

The shiny black catsuit looked out of place in the bland business setting, even as it accentuated every line and curve of her firm, gym-honed body like a masterpiece of erotic art. Her wine-colored hair was pulled back into a single intricate braid, woven down to the tops of her magnificently tight ass cheeks.

Sadie said nothing at first. Content to examine the two of them, letting her tall booted heels sway in the air as she toyed with the zipper, which was unfastened down to her lush breasts.

Breasts that must have been bursting with milk, Sam realized, recalling the debauched night they had shared. Another errant twitch drew both sets of bespectacled eyes back to his meaty staff.

At least the riding crop hadn't made an encore appearance. A slimline laptop sat on the desk instead.

"Ahem, I wanted to speak to you, Samuel, to clarify certain matters that have not escaped my attention." Sadie said, breaking the stifling silence with a cough. "That recent performance out there included. Things are changing around here, and I, as a savvy businesswoman, must adapt or close shop."

Zoey squirmed uncomfortably in place under the older woman's stern gaze. Sam rallied to her aid.

"Um, it was just some harmless flirting, Miss Chandler. Nothing was going to come of it." He lied, feeling ridiculous given the present situation. "We're all getting a bit stir-crazy under the stress and extra workload this time of year puts on us accountants."

The excuse sounded lamer than a three-legged mule, even to his own ears, and it turned Sadie's expression stormy.

"You're either being willfully blind or think I'm an idiot who would believe such blatant rubbish." She snarled, making an irate gesture. Her delicate hands were covered to the elbows in supple leather gloves. "Look at yourselves. Look at me. Look at the hordes of strumpets hunting the streets outside this building for any ready dick to ride. It's impossible to miss these radical changes affecting everyone."

"Henry said something about keeping them out. Remember yesterday when I mentioned the gun--"

"Henry is gone!" Sadie snapped, "The only sign of that old bastard is a ring of goddamn sandbags around reception and an antique gas mask sitting on his chair. They probably got to him too."

Henry was gone? Thank heavens for small blessings and a complete lack of senile gunmen shooting up the place...

"And who is this mysterious 'They' you keep referring to?" Sam could feel his temper beginning to boil at the unfair treatment. Hadn't he spent the whole afternoon fucking his sexy MILF boss at her insistence? "I haven't been outside this morning since somebody locked me in her office last night."

"Um, do I need to be here for this?" Zoey whispered, looking uncomfortable. "I should get back to... ah, filing and--"

"Oh no, you stay right where you are." Sadie hissed. "Suck on Samuel's cock if you want to look busy, slut. I'm making a point here. Now say 'Thank you, Miss Chandler.'"

The imposing brunette's face could have been mistaken for a tomato, but nobody missed the excited tremor that ran through her junoesque frame as she slowly bent over to slide her pillowy, puckered lips onto Sam's cum-bubbling shaft.

"Thank you, Miss Chandler." She breathed in a hot little moan before slurping down his sticky crown.

Sam wanted to protest. Wanted to rage and tell Zoey she shouldn't bow to her beyond-inappropriate demands. He wanted to tell this spectacular, leather-bound bitch where she could shove her opinions, then punish-fuck her against the nearest flat surface until she howled for mercy.

...but she had used Zoey's trigger word, and the eagerly suckling intern's mouth felt amazing around his unflagging erection.

So Sam relaxed his posture, spreading his brawny arms wide and resting them on the back of the couch. Letting her settle into a steady, sloppy rhythm.

"You didn't answer my question, Miss Chandler." He challenged, matching his manager's burning stare with one of his own. "Get to whatever point you were trying to make, or leave us in peace so I can feed my dirty little slut her second helping of breakfast."

"Second helping?" Sadie grumped, yanking the laptop open and jabbing angrily at the keypad. "That shameless overgrown tart..."

She spun the computer and tapped on the screen with a manicured ruby nail. Glaring over her glasses, sable eyes intent and daring him to disobey. Sam leaned in closer--incidentally pushing Zoey's angelic face further down his choking length--as he peered at the newsfeed scrolling across the screen.

"Gloomph!"

"Washington in lockdown after congress sex scandal?" He read aloud. That sounded like an extreme reaction to a philandering statesman, it wasn't exactly an uncommon occurrence. "Which representative was it this time?"

"All of them!" Sadie snapped, reaching around to hit a few more keys. "Capitol Hill broke into a spontaneous orgy after the Speaker of the House tore her skirt suit off and challenged the entire senate to fuck her pregant. It started a goddamn riot!"

That was... a lot to take in.

Sam vaguely recalled that male representatives outnumbered the females roughly three to one and wouldn't have believed it if CNN hadn't aired the whole debacle live. A highlight reel was playing in a pop-up window, and the images were indeed disturbing.

Most members of Congress were well advanced in years, but thankfully, the political commentary was on mute.

One panning shot of two elderly democrats spit-roasting a surprisingly young and busty Latina congresswoman over the Legislative Clerk's desk was all he needed to cool his simmering ardor.

"That's insane." Sam croaked, a creeping sense of dread stealing over him. Zoey moaned, working overtime to rapidly coax him back to full mast inside her snug, working throat. "But Washington is hundreds of miles away, and the National Guard--"

"--Are busy rutting like bunnies in their barracks." Sadie finished for him, standing up and leaning across the laptop until her full, bulging tits almost spilled out of the black catsuit and over the screen. "Then there is this..."

A local news report began to play in another window. It showed a male anchor sitting alone at a news desk designed for two, an empty chair to his right as he mopped a sweaty brow and tried to focus on the camera.

"This is Jimmy Hurley reporting live on a national crisis in progress." Jimmy was classically handsome with slicked-back brown hair, broad shoulders, and a cleft chin. Typical male reporter material, if a mite oilier than most. "A new pandemic is sweeping through our fair nation..."

He paused, dropping his hands below the desk and shuddering in place with a twisted expression on his face.

"...That's it, fuck yeah. Suck it all down, Lauren, you ladder-climbing bitch! Take my fat cock all the way down your fucking throat, and thank me for the privilege of drinking my hot fucking cum!"

Sam blinked owlishly, only recognizing the second member of WCIV's prime-time news team by the glimpse of a silver-blonde ponytail bobbing above the edge of the presenter's desk and the pleased, gagging sounds coming through an off-screen microphone.

"Urg... mlurp! Faank woo..."

"Do you see now, Samuel?" Sadie crooned, preening smugly from her perch on the side of the desk, extending a stiletto boot heel to rest on the back of Zoey's slobbering skull and pushing the statuesque brunette's salivating lips to the base of his jaw-cracking erectitude. "The world outside has changed, and all of us have changed along with it. Denying that simple fact is utter foolishness. We must adjust to our new reality, accept the obvious facts, or descend into anarchy.

"Anarchy, really?"

"Yes, uncontrolled horny anarchy, Samuel. A hormone-fuelled society where men and women are reduced to their basest instincts. To feed and to fornicate like animals in the streets." She began pumping her outstretched leg, taut leather creaking as she steered Zoey's pace on his mighty member. "An economy where stiff cocks and wet pussies are the legal tender and only the fittest to breed will rise to the top.

"I intend to thrive in this new world, Samuel. To use my years of hard-earned business acumen to grow this small-time accounting firm into a proper empire at last. With a diligent, hard-working young hunk like you by my side and in my bed, I know we will go far together."

"And what does that look like?" Sam grunted, bucking his hips and fucking the beautiful Amazon's face, never breaking eye contact with Sadie. "Where's your elevator pitch, Sadie? Because I'm a hundred percent sure I could walk out that door and get more trim than I could ever handle with the entire staff of Chandler Accounting dangling like cum-hungry decorations off my arms. What are you offering me to stay?"

He was finally in a position of power over his haughty boss, but the intensity in her sable gaze never wavered as she finally sat back and dragged down the zipper between her perfect, creamy breasts.

"Everything, Samuel." Sadie purred out pure seduction, cherry-tipped melons spilling free to leak sweet lactate down the glossy black leather of her form-fitting catsuit. "My company, my body, my fertile womb... all yours if you accept me as your partner, second only to me in all things.

"I could be your permanently pregnant trophy wife to fuck whenever and wherever you want, parading me about in public with your virile cum running down my thighs at all hours of the day. Simply do as I say, and I will give you everything you desire and more."

Sam couldn't help himself. With a desperate surge of primal arousal, he launched a steaming salvo of molten seed straight down Zoey's cock-stuffed throat.

"FAAARK!!"

Zoey didn't struggle or thrash as Sadie kept her adorable face skewered on Sam's erupting enormity. Instead, muffled mewls and happy gurgles bubbled from the towering brunette as she fed from his overactive loins. Her cushiony tits mashed against his strapping thighs while Sam continued to unload an impossible quantity of potent man-juice into her ravenous belly.

"Can I take that as a... hard yes, Samuel?" Sadie's voice eventually filtered through the haze of orgasmic bliss, sounding pleased with herself.

"Jeezus... shit. Let me catch my breath, woman." He groaned, mind reeling. "I need a second to think about all of this."

"Mmmm, I love the sound of that. Call me your woman again." The burgundy-haired MILF cooed, pulling at her puffy teets and jetting out twin streams of delicious milk. "And what is there to think about? You showed such promise last night, screwing my brains out and packing me full. Let me be your queen, and I will make you a prince above all other men in the kingdom we will build together."

She slipped from the desk and, graceful as a dancer, glided over to gently caress his stubbly cheek with the back of her gloved hand before grabbing Zoey by the hair and rudely wrenching her out of his lap.

"Glah! What? Noooo..." The cum-drunk brunette protested weakly as she toppled off Sam's prick.

Sadie was gorgeous and proud as she straddled his waist. Tall and regal as any empress with her perfect, lactating tits out and pert nose high in the air. Sam could definitely see the appeal. His jutting man-meat was already giving the bossy beauty a standing ovation as she reached down to grip it by the root, only to freeze when his hand snapped out and wrapped around her swan-like neck.

She suddenly looked so small and fragile in his powerful grasp. Like a delicate porcelain doll that might crack if handled too roughly. The size and strength difference was instantly, shockingly apparent.

"You talk a good game, Sadie, but only a prince?" Sam rumbled, drawing her fine-featured face close. "It seems to me that I hold all the cards in this negotiation, and kings rule kingdoms moreso than queens. The hint is right there in the name. You'd have nothing to bargain with if me and my heavy swinging dong walked out the door today."

The mature minx only bared her pearly teeth in a crazed grin and writhed her lithe, busty body against the column of his glistening manhood. She pushed further into his chokehold, quickened breaths ghosting against his lantern jaw as she began jacking his stupendous shaft with feverish excitement.

"Then what do you want, Samuel?" Sadie wheezed, dark eyes blazing like black suns behind her glasses. "Tell Momma what she can do to keep her big, strong boy happy."

Momma? Aw, fuck...

A dense spurt of spunk splattered the lower swells of Sadie's milky breasts and set them to jiggling from the impact. The dirty-talking temptress just purred in delight, fluttered her luxurious lashes, and stroked him faster.

"I want every woman in this office, Sadie." Sam husked, picturing all of them kneeling before him on the carpet, dressed in their most provocative attire. Microscopic skirts, string bikini tops, fishnet body stockings, smoking hot lingerie, and heels. Always in the highest of sexy high heels. "Zoey, Tammy, and Claire. I want all of them to keep their jobs, working for me."

"Oooh, that's good." Sadie gasped, wiggling sensually in his iron grip. "Momma wants that for you too, Sweetie."