The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Terry, it’s okay. You can come out now, we’ve kissed and made up now.” Amy crooned through the door as though trying to sooth a spooked animal.

“Open the door, Stud and we’ll show you.” Bernie giggled, “It’s totally hot.“

“Uurgh… wait. Just give me a minute, will you?” Terry groaned, wrapping a towel around his waist and trying to cover the worrisome perma-boner extending out in front of him like iron rail.

“You know, Amy.” Bernie whispered conspiratorially. “Two big bad-ass bitches like us could probably tear that door right off its hinges, no sweat.”

“I heard that!”

“Calm down, Tiger. No one is going to do anything of the sort.” Amy reassured him. “Bernie, you’re not helping matters.”

“I was just saying...” The not-so-small-anymore blonde huffed.

Terry resigned himself to the fact that there was little he could do about the third leg he was apparently growing and sat down on the edge of the tub to try and think through his options. Could he risk going to a doctor? It would be expensive but if he found a male doctor, preferably a very old male doctor, maybe he would be alright?

Who was he kidding, the moment he unveiled the dragon he would be rushed to a hospital and all hell would break loose.

Because... what could he say? “Sorry, I can’t go to the emergency room because the nurses will tear each other apart for the chance to blow me.”

What a joke. A terribly unfunny cosmic joke and Terry was the punch-line.

“We can work this out, we just need to retrace our steps.” Amy was saying from outside the bathroom, going into full researcher mode. “I came home early yesterday because I couldn’t stop thinking about our amazing sex that morning and was experiencing a powerful need to see you. That was certainly odd but neither of us was... growing before we left the house.“

Huh. Terry looked up and gave the locked door a thoughtful stare. She wasn’t wrong...

“It started at work.” He said pensively, “I was in the storeroom doing inventory.”

“I found him like that when I went out back to bring him his coffee.” Bernie added, trying to be helpful. “I walked in and Terry had his pants down and that giant pussy-pounder in his hands.”

“It was a little more complicated than that.” Terry protested, feeling frustrated at Bernie’s blasé version of events.

“Then let’s simplify the problem.” Amy said reasonably. “Terry, you and Bernice head back to the store to look around for anything unusual. It’s nearly opening time anyway and you’ll both be late for work if you don’t hurry.”

Terry stood and cracked the door a fraction to peer out at his future bride-to-be. She stood back from the door to give him some breathing room and had pulled Bernie away with her. She was still naked, her dark chestnut curls flowing like river rapids of warm chocolate across the top slopes of her bountiful breasts. She was big and beautiful and perfect. Built sleek, strong and undeniably feminine like some mythical huntress from legend.

Specifically, one who would have to duck a little to fit through doors and dodge low hanging light fixtures.

“What are you going to do while we are gone?” He asked, giving a grinning Bernie the side-eye. The Brobdingnagian blonde was naked as a jay-bird too, and kept throwing him saucy winks and making lewd gestures from behind Amy’s back.

“I am going to do some research.” Amy said and glanced back towards the kitchen. Her nostrils flared and a small smirk drew itself across her face. “Now hurry upstairs and get dressed. See if you can’t find something in my wardrobe to fit Bernice. No time for hanky-panky, you two.”

“Awww... Not even a good morning blowie?” Bernie pouted playfully as Terry finally exited the bathroom. “There’s always time for a quick pump and dump.“

“I don’t know why she’s started speaking like that.” Terry said, stepping up to Amy and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. He had to stand up on tip-toes to reach her face, it felt a little surreal. “Thanks, Doll. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“She doesn’t shock me and I expect a thick tasty reward from you later, Tiger.” She said, looking down at him with a big predatory grin. “I want you home by lunchtime. I’ll have worked up a real appetite by then. Now off with you.”

Then she gave Terry a crisp slap on his butt that made him yelp and sent him scurrying up the stairs with Bernie laughing in hot pursuit.

That was going to leave a mark. These damn women didn’t know their own strength.

High Psychophant Qwaizoo drifted alongside the Grand Scrutineer as he contemplated the complex display of biometric readings.

“What do you make of it, sir?” He inquired politely, trying to ignore the embarrassing way his superiors’ pseudopod curled and twitched.

The rest of the bridge crew were resolutely pretending not to notice so Qwaizoo would be damned to the freezing vacuum of the void before he said anything about it.

“Intriguing... Most intriguing, High Psychophant. These findings are as unexpected as they are stimulating.” Grand Scrutineer Dhuussod burbled, his excitement plainly evident as his mucus membranes visibly moistened.

Stimulating, huh? Qwaizoo could see just how stimulated the expedition leader was becoming and it was getting so awkward that not a single eye-stalk on the bridge would look their way. All except one painfully familiar pair.

Flunky third class Bhamme was watching keenly as the Grand Scrutineer brought up twin projections of the two female Hootnams, the transparent blue representations of their repugnant bony forms were riddled throughout with thick clusters of vibrant red spots.

“Is that the compound X244-1d, sir?” The hapless Flunky asked from his station.

“Stay on task, Flunky Third Class.” Qwaizoo ordered. This was humiliating enough without the ship’s resident idiot getting involved. “I want to see those eye-stalks locked on the environmental controls...”

“No, no...” Dhuussod interjected with a magnanimous rippling of his gills. “That is an astute observation, Flunky Bhamme. Can you speculate on how the compound has come to be present within the terrestrial females bodies?”

“Is it from all the peg- I mean... the copulatory act?”

“Very good, Flunky Bhamme!” The Grand Scrutineer strobed pleased flashes of gray across his cerebral bell. “The females are ingesting the genetic extract produced by the cellular colony currently propagating within the Hootnam test subjects’ reproductive tissues.”

“Oh, that’s amazing.” Bhamme exclaimed, the bumbling fool looked pleased with himself.

“Yes, indeed. Very interesting.” Enthused Dhuussod. “Come let us observe the recordings again. This is such a unique and stimulating case study...”

May the Prime Smack forgive him but Qwaizoo was giving serious consideration to ejecting both suspected Craterisal degenerates out of an airlock. Consequences be damned…

“You cannot be comfortable sitting like that.” Terry said, searching for an empty parking space closer to the rear loading dock of Ezyway Electronics. “You should have laid down in the back like I suggested.“

“Boo! No way.” Bernie teased from below him and Terry gasped when she rubbed her face against his unflagging monstrosity again. “Why would I ever want to be further from your magic dick than strictly necessary? Besides, this way I get to clean up any leaks before you make a mess.“

Bernie’s fit super-star ass was lodged firmly in the passenger seat where it belonged but the rest of her long, lean athletic body was stretched languidly out across the center console until her big perfect tits overfilled the cup holders and her cute button nose was polishing his belt buckle. She had explained it was because the car was too small for her to sit up normally now... you know, like NBA players always complained about.

It definitely, most certainly—crossed her heart and hoped to die—was not so she could rub her cheeks against his eternal monolith of an erection and suck all the bubbling pre-cum her teasing touch elicited out through the cotton of his shirt. Terry sighed but Bernie just cooed in delight and kissed the bulge where his bulbous crown was wedged just beneath his left pectoral.

Terry couldn’t complain too much, without Bernie’s help, his heinous hard-on would have been in a fist fight with the steering wheel for the entire drive across town.

“If you say so...” Terry muttered distractedly as he put the dinky hatchback into park and eyed off the big roller doors with concern. “It looks locked up pretty tight. I was hoping we could avoid going in through the main doors.”

“Yeah, there aren’t any early stock deliveries on Thursdays so no need to open the loading dock until later.” Bernie confirmed, raising her head a fraction to see over the steering wheel. “Why are you even worried? I thought you said Miss Gwendoline wasn’t going to be a problem.”

“That’s what I am worried about.” Terry said in a resigned tone and undid his seat-belt. “There’s nothing else for it though, come on. I’m going to need you to run interference.“

“No problem, Stud. I’ll be all over you like flies on shit.” She tastelessly assured him. ”Saaaay~ do we have time for a quickie before we go in? I could use some hot sticky liquid courage to wet my whistle...“

“Ugh, no... Not after that shit comment. Hurry it up, we only have five minutes until opening time.“

Terry was feeling extremely self-conscious as he walked through the automatic doors into the front of the store. He wasn’t dressed in his best, to say the least.

Sure, his black leather oxfords were nice and polished, but they were his only homage to store uniform policy, dressed as he was in black elastic-waist sweatpants and a badly wrinkled, cum-stained white button-up.

Clothing options were strictly limited since he was basically smuggling a whole Italian salami down his front.

“Remember to stick close by me, Bernie.” Terry muttered, keeping his head on a swivel. “You have to shield “it” from view or there’s going to be major trouble.“

Bernie hadn’t been as focused on company dress standards so much as she was on finding something that actually fit her freshly gigantified measurements. A lemon-drop yellow pair of yoga leggings were stretched to near transparency over her sculpted calves, thick thighs and smooth hips, coming up well short of her ankles and digging deep into her spectacular ass-cleavage like a g-string.

One of Amy’s extra-large baggy hockey jerseys (Go Canucks!) was plastered across her buoyant ballooning breasts like a thin layer of blue and white body paint. Her fat nipples clearly poked through the fluffy fabric and much of her smooth, softly defined tummy was on display by way of an unavoidable midriff given her towering new stature.

“Reading you loud and clear, Stud.” Bernie tittered and slid herself in front of Terry, backing her muscular booty up to grind against the girthy bulge in his shirt. “You just keep that huge donkey-dick hotdogged firmly between my buns and we’ll be home free before you know it.”

“Bernie, this isn’t practical. You’re too big and I can’t see around you...” Terry objected, craning his neck to check see if his fellow wage-slaves were paying then any attention.

He needn’t have bothered, they were all occupying their own miserable workday worlds or playing glumly on their phones. God but this place sucked, Terry ruminated. If a gorgeous, nearly eight-foot tall goddess wasn’t a cause for comment then something was truly wrong.

“Are you complaining?” Bernie grinned wickedly down at him from over her slender shoulder then flexed her mighty butt-cheeks.

Terry almost swooned. That ass was riper and juicer than an orchard of peaches, and what little blood pressure was left in his brain plummeted.

Bernie had pulled her shiny golden locks back in a long, thick ponytail that was swaying in Terry’s face, filling his olfactory with the dizzying smell of her floral shampoo. He was on the verge of seizing the tempting titan by reins and bending her over the customer service desk when a cold voice rang out over the crowd of milling staff.

“Terrence! I want to see you in my office immediately. Everybody else, prepare to open the store.“

“Yes, Miss Gwendoline.” The mournful refrain chorused from the sales floor.

“What does her Majesty want now?” Bernie muttered as she began slowly drifting towards the glass-fronted manager’s office with Terry in tow.

Terry thought he might have an idea but was too focused on bringing up Bernie’s rolling rear to say anything. Several of the cashiers unlocking the tills were young women and while Terry desperately hoped that his magnetically charismatic cock wouldn’t have the same effect on his male coworkers, he didn’t have any proof either way.

He fervently prayed that it didn’t because that would get downright awkward. So he played it safe and all but pasted himself to Bernie’s back to keep any sign of his over-prominent bulge out of the public eye.

Just when Terry thought they had found a matching stride and might have things somewhat under control, they reached Miss Gwendoline’s office and all hope of salvation vanished.

“Please come in, Terrence. Your... Bimbo can leave and close the door behind herself.“

Bernie stiffened at the barb and one glance around her broadside confirmed Terry’s worst fears. The usually austere ice-queen store manager was testing the boundaries of the corporate dress code herself.

Gwen reclined on the corner of her desk with her mouth-watering long legs crossed, wearing a skimpy, though fashionable, outfit that would have been more at home in an exclusive nightclub than a big-brand retail electronics store.

Impractically tall strappy platform heels dangled just above the gray office carpet, Terry’s eyes ran up the smooth tan skin of Gwen’s calves and thighs to the tantalizingly short hem of a hip-hugging mini-skirt in a dark leopard print. It was belted high on her waist and her top, a black long-sleeved number made of some sheer elastic material, was open all the way down to her navel.

It exposed a long highway of succulent glowing flesh leading the way to the hidden valley between her crossed legs and left the inner curves of her generous mature breasts out for Terry to get momentarily lost in. Her auburn hair was swept stylishly back to showcase her fine featured face and a matching black satin choker adorned her slender throat.

“Bimbo? That’s rich coming from an ancient hag dressed up like a high-class whore.” Bernie scoffed, pushing Terry back behind her.

Gwen blinked up at her as though only just recognizing the tremendous blonde coed and scowled. In her defense, Terry thought “ancient hag” might have been a bit much. From where he was standing Miss Gwendoline didn’t have a line or blemish anywhere on her toned ageless body and, with how scandalously she was dressed, his quick inspection was unusually thorough.

Terry’s copious cockhead let out a short wet burst of appreciative agreement, soaking another stain into his already unsightly shirt. If the damn thing ever dried out, Terry was pretty sure he’d never have to starch it again.

“Bernice, is that you? It doesn’t matter...” She remarked, blowing Bernie off with a dismissive wave. “Go make my coffee and then you are on stocktaking duty for the rest of the day. I wish to speak with Terrence alone.“

“Are you even looking at me, bitch?” Bernie bristled, rising up to her full impressive height and gesturing towards her magnificent self. “If I can’t waltz back into college and win a full ride athletic scholarship, and I mean by tomorrow, then I will have every modeling agency in the state begging to take me on by the end of the week. Get your own fucking coffee, I quit!“

Miss Gwendoline wasn’t about to be cowed in the locus of her own petty power and got to her feet to stare icy daggers up at the glowering giantess. This wasn’t what they were here for and Terry was shocked at how quickly their carefully laid plans were unraveling into horny bitchy chaos.

“Very well, then you are terminated, by mutual agreement.” Miss Gwendoline said brusquely. “Now get out of my office.“

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore, Gwen. You don’t mind if I call you Gwen now, right?” Malice dripped from every word coming out of Bernies sweet cherry lips and Terry was getting a bad feeling about the way things were playing out. “I think you need to stop being such an up-tight cunt, Gwen and loosen the fuck up a little.“

“I am going to call the police if you do not...”

“Lucky for you, Gwen. Terry here is a total goddamn legend at loosening up tight cunts.” Bernie crowed, talking over the older woman and grabbing Terry just as he was considering leaping for the door to escape. She lifted him off his feet and spun him around until he was face to face with his beautiful, if somewhat stunned manager. “How about it, Gwen?”

There was the sound of snapping threads and every eye in the room slowly drifted downward as the buttons popped off Terry’s shirt, one by one in descending order.

Like a great toppling Californian redwood parting the forest mists, Terry’s gargantuan girthy shaft slow-motioned its way free of his rending clothing and crash-landed on the bare strip of silky flesh above Gwen’s taut tummy with a wet meaty slap!

“Dammit Bernie...” Terry groaned as he watched Gwen’s shocked expression morph into the steely-eyed focus of a hunting hawk sighting prey. “This wasn’t what we were here- aaagh~!”

Gwen had seized his apple-sized knob in both her soft manicured hands and began eagerly rubbing it against the rubbery smooth skin of her sternum, smearing thick glistening trails of his drizzling precum all the way up to the lowest curves of her full brilliant breasts.

“Bernice can stay or go as she likes. She doesn’t work here anymore...” The once aloof untouchable Miss Gwendoline hissed, hot passion blazing from under her luxurious dark lashes. “But you still do, Terrance and you will do as I tell you.“

There were no prizes for guessing where this trainwreck was headed but Terry tried one last plea for sanity.

“Jeezus~ Miss Gwendol- …Gwen.” He amended when she gave him a hard warning squeeze that turned his knees to putty. “I’m engaged to Amy and your office walls are nothing but glass, everybody will see us.“

“I don’t care, Terrence!” She snarled, her elegant face taking on a feral expression. “The people can leave or they can watch. I just need you to fuck me with this massive dick until I scream.“

Terry didn’t fight her. He couldn’t, not even if he wanted to.

Bernice had her strong arms wrapped around his chest, trapping his body against her front, with his head nestled between her prodigious breasts that were big and bouncy enough to use as trampolines. The trouble-making goliath was watching the ensuing action with a lascivious leer as she hugged him to her like prized plushy.

Terry was beginning to feel a little objectified...

“I might not be some twenty year-old bimbo, Terrence but I’ve seen the way your eyes wander over me.” Gwen purred, stepping in close to Terry and dragging his sensitive crown up her chest until it nestled in the sweet-spot between her cushiony bra-less tits.

They were large and gravity had yet to send them it’s calling card. Two flawless heavenly spheres of mature tit-flesh barely contained within her flimsy insubstantial top. “I know you think I’m pretty and I find you attractive too. I was up all night touching myself, fantasizing about you and this…”

Her moist parted lips were inches away from Terry’s and he could taste her warm breath as Gwen gave his mammoth dick another possessive squeeze. She smelled of vanilla and cloves and her firm toned body felt like a dream as she pressed up against him.

“I want it, Terry. I want to feel you deep inside me.” Gwen husked, her smoldering hazel eyes burning holes straight through him. “And I always get what I want.“

Then Gwen, the ice-queen of Ezyway Electronics, smashed her soft lips into Terry’s and her ravenous tongue stormed its way past his gums to tangle with his tonsils.

“Mmmnnff~!”

She tasted like cinnamon spice and as her tongue lashed over his, Gwen’s clever hands kept working his tumescent shaft pressed tight like a fleshy flagpole between their bodies. She stroked and pumped Terry’s throbbing enormity, moaning pure rapture into his mouth when she felt a short burst of his pungent potency splash into her heaving cleavage.

“Fuck, that’s hot as hell.” Bernie breathed, hugging Terry tighter and squirming up against him. “But she’s going to have to work for it if she wants to feel that gigantic hunk of manmeat fucking up her insides.”

Terry would have rolled his eyes at her bawdy choice of words if it didn’t feel like Miss Gwendoline was trying to suck them out through his mouth. Somehow it seemed to be his questionable fate to keep ending up in messy situations like this. With an internal shrug of resignation, Terry settled in for the ride.

“Mwah~ I do... I want to feel it, Terrence.” Gwen panted breaking their torrid kiss and tearing her slinky black top open. Her big happy breasts sprung free like jumping jackanapes, They were full and firm and perkier than they had any right to be, with suckable pink nipples sitting like twin cherries atop two of the world’s sexiest cream sundaes. “I spent all morning playing with my sweet little pussy dreaming about it. I need it, Terrence but first I want to taste it...“

With that, Terry’s once-bitchy manager slid her wriggling way down his twitching body. She didn’t have to go far, only a few inches really, until the bulging head of his enraged erection hovered before her plush panting lips. She arched her graceful back and thrusted her glorious tits against his rocky length. Gwen’s quickening breaths played across Terry’s tender crown and her pink tongue darted out to lick up a swelling bead of white that was gathering at his tip.

“Ooooh gawd~ it tastes so good...” She gushed, rolling her strawberry lips over it and painting them with his pearly precum. “Can you give me more, Terrence? I need more.“

“You don’t just ask for it, you silly old biddy.” Bernie giggled, resting her head on “You have to milk it out of him, suck that yummy load out of his delicious balls and take it straight down the hatch.“

Miss Gwendoline didn’t respond, she was busy going cross-eyed as she stared purest worship at the pulsating python swaying before her flushed face.

“It’s so big, Terrence. I can’t express how pleased I am to discover your hard dick is so damn big.” She crooned and then pressed his thrumming shaft into the cleft between her thick heavy tits. “I mean, my chest is far larger than any of those dumb airheads out there and I can barely wrap them around it.“

“Oh fuck, Gwen.” Terry groaned, as she pulled on her stiff peaks and tried to stretch all that warm softness around his rude width. “Your tits are amazing.“

“I know, I’ve caught you staring at them more than a few times.” She purred, flicking her rich auburn her back with a toss of her head. “And I remember what you said about them at the Christmas party.”

Had Terry said something back then? He had been properly shit-faced by the end of the night and... Oh gawd, Gwen began sliding those mind-blowing mounds up and down his adamantine immensity, jerking him off with her heaven-sent titty-flesh.

“I said something... Were you angry with me?” He gasped as Bernie squeezed him harder, grinding her hips into his backside as she threatened to crack a rib. “Fuck Bernie, ease up a little. I need to breathe...”

“Can’t...” Bernie moaned, burying her blushing face into the top of Terry’s head. “Watching her fat knockers wrapped around your donkey-dick is getting me sooo~ fucking hot.“

Terry couldn’t argue that point. Not when his legs were shaking like paint mixers and his ever-spouting cock fired off another slippery salvo to lube the way to damnation.

“I was mad at first, back when I thought you were just another little man.” Gwen spat the last two words with disgust but didn’t slow in her pumping rhythm. “I can’t stand little men with their tiny dicks and even tinier minds. Fortunately for me, you’re anything but tiny, Terrence.“

“Isn’t that the truth? Stud here is packing some double king-sized heat alright.” Bernie moaned, her hips bucking harder, punching Terry’s pelvis forward into his beautiful boss’s brilliant titty-fuck. “Suck on it, Gwen. Please… I want to see your pretty mouth filled with Terry’s massive cock.“

Terry was getting worried about the obscene impromptu show they were putting on. Neither one of the obviously aroused women were trying to be quiet or subtle about their amorous activity and Gwen’s glass fishbowl of an office was set in full view of the entire sales floor.

Sure, Gwen’s writhing back was particularly obscured by her glass-top desk and, yes, Bernie was shielding Terry from view by virtue of her sheer dynamic size but even a one-eared blind man would have immediately recognised their mingled moaning gyrations as something raw and sexual.

Terry just thanked all the powers above and below that his troublesome tumescence was safely hidden away from the public eye within Gwen’s generous bouncing bosom.

“I adore how hard and thick your huge dick is, Terrence. Even with it buried between my big soft tits, there’s still so much of it left to taste.” Gwen moaned and ducked her delicate chin to lovingly slide Terry’s swollen jutting crown between her plush, moist lips.

It stretched her small mouth wide open and Terry thought he might have heard her jaw creak in protest. Gwen only grew more animated as she valiantly fought to inhale him.

“Holy faaark~ Gwen...” Terry grunted as her nimble tongue lashed and coiled, thrilling his most sensitive flesh even as she couched the steely base in her cum-slick pillowy softness.

“Oh my gawd, but look at her working that monster cock...” Bernie blurted, her hips humping and grinding hard into Terry’s backside. “Those sexy lips... Those round tits... Give her more, Stud. Let me see you bulge out that pretty neck of hers!“

“Mmmmhmmm~”

Gwen’s humm of excited affirmation reverberated down the length of Terry’s turgid shaft and made his over-inflated balls churn like buttermilk. He slid his shaking hands into her long, carefully coiffed auburn hair and gave the noisily suckling beauty a nervous nudge, pushing a fraction more of his stupendous member into her distended gullet.

“Not like that, harder. Really give it to her. Here, let me show you...” Bernie huffed, reaching out to place a strong hand on Gwen’s gurgling skull and shoving it forcibly down onto Terry’s pounding rod.

“Mmmmph~!”

Gwen let out a muffled moan and Terry stifled a primal roar as he breached the back of Gwen’s constricting esophagus. Bernie’s powerful hips thrusting into his own meant he was bucking his monumental magnitude into Gwen’s flushed face and practically skull-fucking his gorgeous manager.

“Oh jeezus~! Wait... Bernie, slow down.” He begged, as the sensation of tight, gagging heat threatened to blow him over the edge and straight down Miss Gwendoline’s narrow throat into her trim belly.

“Can’t stop... Mmnnff~... So close, sooo~ fucking close. Just look at her!” Bernie wailed, her iron grip keeping Gwen’s slobbering face locked in place as her muscular ass and thighs flexed, pumping Terry’s overgrown immensity up through the lush valley of Gwen’s trembling tits and into her gargling mouth.

Terry was looking. Gwen’s dark hazel eyes were watering from her oral acrobatics and her shadowy mascara was beginning to run but despite it all, her burning gaze was locked on Terry’s own broadcasting a furious unblinking challenge at him. Her smooth brow was furrowed as she gulped and gagged around his chocking uber-cock, her intense expression daring him to push harder, to fuck her throat deeper and scornfully rejecting any half-measures from him.

There was a flash of the cool imperious Miss Gwendoline in those slutty streaming eyes, weighing him. Evaluating Terry to measure just how big of a man he really was.

“You want it. Gwen? You wanted to taste this fat dick in your haughty little mouth?” Terry grunted as his nuts groaned like two keeling galleons about to jettison their hot, sticky cargo down into her gaping maw. “Are you ready to swallow all of me?”

Gwen couldn’t respond beyond making a suffocated slurping sound. Her head was stuck fast on his less-than-proverbial pike with her perfect hair in disarray and glistening drool dangling in long ropes from her chin to her shiny cum-glossed cleavage.

Her taut ass was shaking in her tiny skirt, jutting enticingly out behind her as she squatted in those tall high heels to suck and titty-fuck him to climactic completion. Terry couldn’t get enough of watching this aloof unreachable ice-queen slathering and worshiping his monolithic magnificence.

Neither, it would seem, could Bernie...

“Do it, Stud. Give it to her gooood~! Show that horny sexy b-bitch just how much you have to give her!” Bernie cried, heedless of their surroundings as she ground and rode her barely-clad pussy along the base of his tingling spine. Terry didn’t have to look back, he could feel the grinding giantess soaking the back of his ruined shirt and sagging sweatpants with her pussy nectar. Amy’s poor leggings must have been stained dark with the pungent liquid love by now. “Give her a good hosing, Terry. Mess up that p-prissy face and... nnnph~ those gorgeous tits with one of your d-delicious mega-loads!“

“Oh faaaark~!” Terry caterwauled as his rampaging manmeat jerked powerfully with such an almighty throb it staggered Gwen to her knees. The crash of blinding arousal burst from him like a physical force, blowing loose papers off his gurgling manager’s desk and knocking all three of them for a six, a seven and an eight.

The all-consuming fire-storm raging through them was exquisite electrified agony that blazed white-hot trails across their souls and took their legs out from under them.

“Jeeeezus~ fuck!“

“Mmmmnmph~!”

“Yesyesyesyesyes... ohgawd~!”

Terry seized Gwen’s thrashing skull for support as Bernie collapsed on top of him, bearing him down with all her considerable womanly weight. He drove an unholy amount of his copious cockmeat into Gwen’s rippling, bulging throat, and then Terry opened the floodgates.

A deluge of molten manseed roiled out of him. His racing heartbeat thundered like a stampede in his eardrums as Terry piped an steaming ocean of potent baby-batter directly into his mewling manager’s stomach.

Gwen’s blushing cheeks hollowed then billowed like sails catching a gale as he stuffed her full to overflowing with his dizzying belly-bursting load.

“Gluurk~ aack!” She spluttered, finally falling back and dragging his erupting enormity down from her bruised lips to direct the last of Terry’s blasting payload across her quivering chin, down her sweeping neck and over her wobbling up-thrust tits.

A long minute later, when he was finally spent, Gwen was a smugly self-satisfied mess. She was grinning like a hungry shark and smacked her puffy lips at him as she rubbed his glistening cum into the glowing flesh of her spectacular swelling cleavage.

...visibly swelling cleavage, if Terry’s eyes didn’t deceive him.

“I knew you weren’t just another little man after I finally spotted that gorgeous cock yesterday...” She crooned and spread her splayed thighs until Terry could see the moist crotch of her lacy violet panties peeking out from under the hem of her tight animal print skirt.

Dammit, were they back to gorgeous again? What happened to handsome? Terry was okay with handsome.

“...and you’re still hard! After all of this.” Gwen marveled, looking down at her thoroughly basted breasts and tugging at her slippery nipples with a pleased moan.

“As if Terry is ever anything but hard.” Bernie gasped in a breathy giggle as she draped herself over Terry’s slumped sweaty back and rested her tired chin on his head. “There’s a reason I call him Stud, you know.“

“Good.” Gwen said, staggering to her feet and licking his excess of her long, delicate fingers. “Because he still needs to fuck me before we’re done here.“

And with that outrageous demand Gwen turned, hiked up her short provocative skirt and bent over her office desk until her full ripe breasts smeared the spotless glass desktop with his sticky cum.

“So how about it, Big Guy?” She purred, shaking her toned panty-clad ass back at him. “Got anything left in the tank for round two? Are you going to show me who’s really in charge of this tight boss pussy?“

Terry didn’t need any encouragement as he climbed to his feet with his jaw slack and tongue lolling out like a hungry wolf at the irresistible offer.