Corporate Konquest 3 (Patreon)

“Mmmm-hhhhh,” Kon moaned, voice muffled by Eve’s engorged nipple. His senses were like lightbulbs with too much energy running through them, popping in blinding flashes, as he filled hands and mouth and vision with Eve’s full, rolling breasts. Her soft fingers were still on his cock, trying to cajole his cum right out of his fat balls, but Kon was far too distracted by Eve’s gorgeous tits to actually come.

Eagerly, he kneaded the creamy flesh, only restraining himself enough to suckle her fat nipple. Her heavy, satiny breasts felt like nothing else he’d ever touched. Soft, so incredibly soft, but firm too—a luxurious contrast of resistance and acceptance in every feel he made of her tit. And her nipple! It was so full, so hot, the skin surrounding it so enthrallingly rough. His mouth and tongue went crazy experiencing it.

His purple cockhead got even more engorged, the hole opened wide, and Eve pumped it faster, with a pitch of excitement shared with Kon about how he was about to finish.

“Ms. Teschmacherrrr,” he moaned through the fullness of her breast, unable to think of how impossible it was to pronounce her name with his mouth full of nipple and areola. “Gonna come! Need to COME!”

Eve heard his almost pained cry, but it was hardly necessary. She already knew how close to the edge he was. His prick jerked inside her pressuring fingers, thick and hard. It grew as if trying to free itself from the squeeze she was putting on him.

“AGHH! UHH! OHHHH!”

His cock jumped in Eve’s little hand, letting loose ropes of cum like a wild stampede to soak her belly and breasts. They ran roughshod over each other; no sooner had one jerked from Kon’s manhood then another was on its way. The hot, sticky cum collected on Eve’s full breasts and then wandered down to her thighs. Despite being soaked, Eve kept on milking his fat cock until it was soft. Thin, watery trickles bathing her fist now that Kon’s ejaculation had weakened too much to clear her pistoning hand.

Kon threw his head back and collapsed on the massage table as his rictus finally ended. He’d never come so long and so hard—something about the strangeness, the unexpectedness of this fuck—a woman he’d just met and she’d given him everything he could’ve ever wanted. His balls felt wonderful, pleasantly emptied, as if he’d jerked off two or three times. He’d come enough for that many orgasms. He looked down at his cum-smeared crotch as Eve took her hand away from it.

“I’ll go get you some moist towelettes,” Eve chirped. “You should’ve told me you come so much. There’s much too much for me to ever lick it up!”

Kon could only groan, feeling a new stirring in his groin at the thought of keeping things tidy by finishing in Eve’s mouth. It was something he would have to try and the try could not come soon enough.

***

Kon came in the next day having taken some of the staff’s advice to heart. He wore a business suit and Mercy showed him where to hang his jacket. Then she walked him around the suite that was his inner sanctum, the nerve center of Lexcorp, everyone within a hundred feet dedicated to his personal needs and dictates. She introduced him to everyone and showed him where everything was.

“You’ll have me running errands, I suppose, since you don’t need me to guard you,” she said as they came back to his office and he settled down at his desk.

“I wouldn’t say I don’t need you,” Kon said, his eyes glued to Mercy’s breasts.

Mercy’s sex twitched. It’d been a long time since she’d fucked. She missed it. And despite Kon’s lacking qualities, it amused her to have him hungering for her. Sitting down in one of the offered chairs near his desk, she crossed her legs flirtatiously.

“Can I get you some coffee?”

“Eh, I can do that,” Kon said off-handedly, not really listening when he had her legs to look at.

“Then why not get me some? Black and hot.” Mercy smiled. “Real hot.”

Kon’s eyes crinkled up as he smiled at her, going to get coffee for the two of them. Mercy didn’t think he even realized that he, the boss, was going on a coffee run for her.

While he was gone, Mercy checked her make-up. She combed her hair and added some perfume to her façade. She found herself humming and realized that she looked forward to Kon’s return.

He was a young man—young and vigorous. It irked her that Eve had managed to get her hands on him before Mercy could. But now that she’d broken the ice, at least Mercy’s seduction would be quick and easy. No awkwardness. Only a willing deliverance that would make her feel pleasingly confident and in control.

When he came back with the coffee, Mercy told him to sit next to her while she showed him the filing system. She made her thigh touch his. When she leaned down, it was with the knowledge that he could see inside her low-necked top—the desire for him to do so.

“Most of the time I do this,” she said. “But when I’m gone, you can do it.”

Kon sprouted a goofy grin. “Do you prefer doing it yourself or me doing it?”

“Are you listening to me or are you just waiting to make your next joke?” Mercy demanded, slamming down the pile of folders she’d been showing him.

“Oh, I’m listening,” Kon croaked, his face red.

“I don’t believe you.” Then Mercy did a funny thing. She smiled. Her legs uncrossed and her skirt slid along her thighs. “I don’t think you’re listening to me at all.”

“I was listening. I listened!” Kon protested.

“What would Superman say if he knew you weren’t taking this seriously?” Mercy asked, cocking her head.

“Okay, fine, I wasn’t paying attention. But I will now. Deadass!”

It was so easy to get to Kon. He was pliant. It would be a waste not to go to work on him…

“What are you doing after work?” Mercy asked, taking a different tact, crossing her legs again.

Kon’s mind whirled. Work? It took him a second to realize she was referring to being at this office. “Nothing, really.”

“Maybe we can go over this again then,” Mercy said, taking a look at her watch. “It’s almost five now. I know you wouldn’t want this day to be a waste.”

“It won’t take long,” Kon promised her. “I listened to most of it. I know the gist of just about everything…”

Mercy got up and went to the door, glancing out into the hallway before coming back. It struck her as a real thrill to fuck Kon in his daddy’s office. Why not? He was receptive enough. And if he was anything like Superman—she had always wondered what kind of cock was in those red trunks.

She locked the door and went to the secretarial chair, where Eve would usually be, taking diction. Once again she crossed her legs.

“That’s Eve’s… Miss Teschmacher’s chair,” Kon said.

Mercy leaned forward and cupped her chin on the palm of her hand. “What would you tell her to do if I were her?”

“Huh?”

“Is there something you want her to do that I can’t do?” she asked pointedly.

Kon gulped and shook his head. Mercy slowly unbuttoned the top button of her top. “You wouldn’t even like to see a little more of my tits?”

Kon’s eyes bulged. She shucked her shoulders back, shoving her breasts out. Kon licked his lips. Whatever he had to say next seemed caught in her throat.

“Do you like my breasts?” Mercy asked quietly. Kon nodded and she continued. “I saw you looking at them before. There’s no reason you shouldn’t like them, of course. They’re very fine.”

She undid the rest of the buttons on her top and opened it up. Then, as deftly as she would cut two ropes with a single swipe, she unhooked the front of her bra and pulled it free of her breasts.

Kon stared open-mouthed at her breasts. Her nipples were hard, their pinkness stinging the light. He couldn’t take his eyes off them. As with Eve, the unprecedented ease of it, the openness of her offering, aroused him incredibly. It was like her sluttiness demanded an equal measure of his arousal.

“Stand up, Kon,” Mercy said, and he staggered to his feet.

She took a good look at his crotch. His endowment strained to grow further than his fly would allow. The boy undoubtedly had a good-sized hard-on, once he let it out. And it was all hers now.

She took her top and bra the rest of the way off. Then she approached Kon. Coming to him, slow and sultry, until she was sitting on the arm of his chair and she’d shown him almost all she had to offer. And his appetite was for all of it.

She shoved a nipple into his mouth. “Suck on me,” she muttered.

Kon moaned even as he filled his mouth. Mercy shut her eyes, sighing at how the feeling mounted with Kon suckling one breast and fondling the other. His response started out timid, but grew bolder. Never enough to be unpleasant. He had a nice touch—knew how to use the lips and fingers that were already so attractive she loved to have them on her.

“You can suck harder, if you want,” she cooed, running her fingers through his dark hair. “You can be just rough enough to hurt… I won’t mind… it’ll hurt anyway when you get that big dick inside me…”

He sucked harder, as though trying to cram all of her succulent breast into his mouth, and his tongue worked over it, trying to taste all it could of her sweaty flavor. Mercy’s sex churned, feeling one sensation after another, steaming into her chest and making her heart race.

Kon moved his lips to her other breast. This time he was a little more circumspect, sending little chills up and down Mercy’s spine as he explored how to use his tongue and lips and teeth to give her the best pleasure.

Her pussy ran with aroused juices; she felt them shimmering on her inner thighs. Mercy unzipped her skirt and stood up, Kon still milking at her tit as she worked her skirt down from her hips and stepped out of it.

She wore a garter belt and stockings, framing her naked pussy. Kon looking at it sent a rush of excitement through Mercy. She knew how sexy it looked, how sexy it felt, from just how charged that stare of Kon’s was. His eyes told her that he was hers more than any touching, any fucking could do.

Mercy sat back down on the armrest and stroked Kon’s hair; now he was nipping at her breasts, kissing them with piquant little jabs of heat. Small as they were, they went right through Mercy, not stopping until they got to her clit.

She spread her legs and let her pussy open itself to Kon. Enthralled as he was by her breasts, he sucked in a breath while staring between her thighs. She lowered herself onto his lap, squirming her ass into his groin while feeding him her cleavage.

Finally she pulled away, looking into his eyes, watching the little sizzle in them as she rubbed her pussy on his thigh. It drenched his pantleg; she felt the wet material caress her cunt with each gliding motion. Stimulating her as she leaned forward and put her lips to Kon’s.

Mercy roved up and down in his lap, running her breasts over his chest, pressing her tongue into his mouth, and feeling the muscles of his leg, twitching with the arousal she was giving both of them by gyrating on top of Kon.

She felt his erection throb its way into the generous, yet toned fullness of her ass. She had to pull his zipper down and get his cock out of his fly. Mercy belatedly realized she was doing it, then decided she liked the feel of Kon’s prick in her hand, pulsing warmly against her fingers.

She climbed out of Kon’s lap, this time taking down his pants and his boxers. Mercy left them around his ankles, liking the déclassé wrongness of it. It’d be right and natural for him to be naked along with her. Them both being half-dressed, just naked enough to get at each other, made this feel exquisitely naughty.

She straddled his lap again, this time facing Kon. Her sex pressed up against his endowment, capturing it against the ridges of his washboard abs.

Kon’s body pounded with thundering heartbeats. His muscles stood out like chiseled rock alongside gnarled veins. His prick trembled violently when Mercy guided it inside her. And she caught what Kon had, throwing her head back wildly while she took his cockhead into her slot.

“Aahhhh!” Kon groaned, feeling an explosion of sensation as his tip went through her labia lips, then more quickening lightning—bolt after bolt striking him with Mercy sinking down on his length, making every inch feel as good as his cockhead had at being inside her.

“MMMMM!” Mercy gasped, equally pleased to take all of his manhood inside herself, forcing her gateway apart and filling her hungry cunt.

She quivered at the feel of him taking up so much space inside her. His bloated balls settled against her ass, brushing their wiry hairs on her tender and sweaty flesh. She lifted herself up and came down again, tickling herself on the scratch of Kon’s pubic hair.

His pulsing member eagerly allowed itself to be stroked, tripping in and out of her passage with every pump Mercy made on it. His phallus felt potent inside her. Hard and thick, suffused with a power that was all its, that did not feel like it was Kon’s at all.

“You’re a good fuck,” Mercy sighed.

“Really?”

“Yeah! Just let me use that big dick until we’re both—aah!—finished! Or at least until you are. I’m going to come any minute. Just don’t take away that prick!”

“I won’t!” Kon promised her. “But I don’t know how much longer I can last!”

“You’ll last!” Mercy panted. “You’ll last until I’ve shown you all I can do! Come on now, Kon—don’t you want to find out just how hard I can ride that fat cock?”

In counterpoint, she stopped moving then, dropping down onto the full length of his cock and staying there. Motionless except for a certain weave in her hips as she inwardly gyrated on his manhood, pleasuring it with the shifting convulsions of her folds.

Mercy rubbed her clit against his thick shaft until she came, her breath stolen from her by the immenseness of her orgasm. She wrapped her arms around Kon’s neck and howled with satisfaction, trembling as the sensations flowed through her unendingly.

Her ass squirmed, Mercy now really thrusting herself against Kon, undulating herself on the enormous impalement still inside her. She couldn’t resist anything that prolonged this delight. Her hips pumped, bounding her up and down on Kon’s endowment.

Her breasts jiggled and Kon had to clench his teeth, struggling to contain his own climax. Her womanhood was drenched and Kon’s prick slipped and slid, boisterously filling her sex and then being relieved of it. Her viscous juices coated his cock and ran down his thighs, making a puddle on the seat of the chair.

“Fuck me!” Mercy cried. “Keep fucking me! I want that hard cock inside me until I’m done with it!”

She rubbed her breasts against Kon’s chest. It didn’t satisfy her. She grabbed his buttondown shirt and ripped it open, then pushed her tits against his muscular chest, delighted with how hairy and reddened it was. Every sign of a man feverishly enjoying her body, even as she pleasured herself on him like he was her personal sex machine.

Cooing, she stroked his body, finding most of his hair soft and smooth, almost as downy as her own. Yet he was unmistakably masculine. The feelings pulsating out of her skewered cunt proved that. Nothing less than a stud could be doing this to her!

She orgasmed once more, beating herself against Kon’s body with the intoxicating knowledge that every battering stuffed her with a little more pleasure. His dick stirred wildly inside her. She thrashed madly, a puppet manipulated by its throbbing arousal, and somehow Kon restrained himself to only mildly pumping into this wild vixen that was oh-so-eager for him to rut her.

Between the two of them, they managed an orgiastic frenzy. Mercy’s inner muscles held on tight to Kon’s teenage cock, fully enjoying how indomitably hard it was. Kon ground his teeth together, face flushed with the effort of holding back his climax, and Mercy managed to back off a little—relaxing her cunt and easing her motion to let Kon back away from orgasm.

But she couldn’t stop herself for long. A moment later, she worked herself back down to his bloated balls—then she was racing up and down his length like she just couldn’t fuck it enough.

Kon was as vulnerable to what he was feeling as Mercy was. He writhed in his chair, feeling exquisite torment. Helplessly, his cock swelled with pending orgasm. Mercy felt it grow inside her, filling with the cum it would soon launch into the depths of her body. The idea delighted her. She brought herself together with Kon, meeting his pistoning hips, both of them feeding his prick into her clutching slot.

Mercy hung onto Kon’s neck as he shot her full of his seed. Mercy mewled, coming again with his cum tanning her insides white… it filled her fuller than his appendage could ever manage. Sexual ecstasy washed over her; she rocked lovingly with Kon until she was exhausted. A dumb smile on her face, hoping that Kon was as sated as she was. The better he felt, the more likely she would get to enjoy this again.