Derek had had all that he could stand of his coworker, Michelle. Even since joining the company the previous year, she’d been a constant thorn in his side, insulting and belittling him privately while loudly contradicting and undermining him in front of their boss.
Michelle was also a compulsive brown-noser, but while she took every opportunity to suck up to management, Derek grudgingly respected the fact that she never lowered herself to shamelessly flirting with their boss the way other coworkers of his had in the past. And she definitely could have if she’d wanted to: she didn’t have much in the way of curves, and she hid what little she did have under power suits, but she was pretty enough.
In short, it was clear – to Derek at least – that Michelle was trying to make him look bad so that she’d be first in line for the next promotion even though Derek had seniority. And to be honest, while he couldn’t help but hate her for the way she treated him, he understood why she was doing it. He’d sacrificed a lot to get where he was as well, and while he was well paid, his devotion to his job gave him practically no free time to enjoy his money, and he hadn’t had a long-term relationship in almost a decade.
Still, even if he could understand Michelle’s motivations, he’d had all he could take of her bullying, and he began to keep his eyes open for a way to get her off his back for good. So, when he came across an ad for “Perfect Girlfriend Juice” on the web one evening, promising to change his worst enemy into whomever and whatever he wanted her to be, he impulsively ordered some. He didn’t actually expect it to work as advertised – that was impossible, of course – but he hoped that whatever its effects were, it would give her enough indigestion to keep her off his back for a few days.
The tacky, brightly colored can of energy drink arrived a few days later, and Derek surreptitiously stored it in his desk while he waited for the opportunity to put it to use.
His chance came a couple of weeks later. Their boss had finally tired of their constant bickering as well, and so his solution was to order Derek and Michelle to work extra late one night on the same project together, hoping that spending an extended amount of time in each other’s company would somehow force the two to work out their differences.
The evening in question started off much as expected, with Michelle constantly insulting Derek’s ideas for the project and claiming that his idiocy must be the reason why he couldn’t keep a steady girlfriend.
So, by the time Michelle took a restroom break an hour or so into their work session, Derek was just incensed enough to throw caution to the wind, retrieve the can from his desk, pop the cap, and pour a significant portion of the Juice into the cup of diet soda Michelle took with her wherever she went.
A few minutes after she returned from the restroom Derek watched anxiously as Michelle took a long swig from her cup, and from the disgusted look on her face, it was clear that she’d immediately noticed the strong bubble gum flavor underneath the expected metallic twang of aspartame. Well, it’s too late now.
Michelle was initially shocked by the strange, sickly-sweet flavor, and she felt a wave of dizziness pass through her as an odd sensation of… yearning began growing in the pit of her stomach. She could tell that something was different about her now, and she didn’t like it.
“Derek, you prick, what did you do?!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, and I’m tired of you calling me names all the time! I don’t deserve it, and I think it’s time you treated me a bit better!”
She could tell that he was lying, but that didn’t seem to matter as her curious mind began greedily latching on to his words. Somehow, knowing that Derek wanted her to treat him better made the thought of doing so seem almost irresistibly appealing. Michelle found herself thinking of all the ways she could treat him better, from simple kindnesses like complimenting his (admittedly decent) ideas, to doing nice things for him around the office like bringing him coffee, and even a few sexual ideas that she normally would have found demeaning and repulsive, such as wearing more revealing clothing in case Derek enjoyed looking at her body. An image of asking Derek if she could go down on him briefly flashed through her mind and she recoiled in horror.
Michelle quickly realized what was being done to her, of course, even as her desire to be nicer to Derek began to feel more and more natural. Somehow whatever he had put in her soft drink was making her obey his commands… no, that wasn’t quite it. A new, completely unexpected curiosity began to grow inside her, one that cast her mental image of herself on her knees in front of Derek in a new light.
She tried to resist the new question growing inside her, but her willpower inevitably crumbled before the power of the Juice.
“Derek, um, I, uh, I don’t want to do this, but I really need to ask you what you like in women.”
Derek had watched in silence as Michelle fought internally with herself, and now that she’d finally asked the question, just as the ad had said she would, he could hardly believe it. Maybe there was something to this stuff!
“You want to know what my Perfect Girlfriend is like, don’t you?”
Michelle knew she shouldn’t want to, that it was against everything she’d worked so hard for, but the Juice had left her full of nothing but curiosity and a growing, powerful sensation of… unrealized potential. She needed to change, and she needed Derek to show her how.
“Yes, please.” The uncharacteristically polite answer had slipped out automatically now that being nice to Derek had fully ingrained itself in her personality.
Derek, however, wanted nothing to do with politeness after the months of torment she’d put him through. Even so, he was just as surprised by the vehemence of his answer as she was.
“Ok then, slut, my Perfect Girlfriend is you fucking my cock bareback, facedown across this desk, taking my load right in that slutty pussy of yours, and then leaving me the fuck alone!”
Michelle’s head snapped back in shock and acceptance, and she immediately felt her body heating up, preparing itself for unprotected sexual intercourse with Derek. Everything made perfect sense. As she had long suspected, he was nothing but a horndog misogynist, just like every other man, and so of course all he wanted in a girlfriend was a slutty pussy to fill with cum. She’d been right about him all along.
Unfortunately, with the Perfect Girlfriend Juice pulsing insistently in her veins, Michelle’s gloating was cut short as all of a sudden that repulsive, demeaning idea didn’t seem quite so bad. In fact, as much as she hated to admit it, the thought of being used for meaningless sex and then discarded was starting to seem kinda hot, and as her body continued to warm with arousal she found herself silently urging her pussy to become as slutty as possible in spite of herself.
Her pussy was more than happy to oblige, and seconds later Michelle happily noted that the idea of having Derek’s cock – hell, any cock – in her pussy was sounding better and better. She quickly reached the stage where her arousal began to tingle, signaling that her vagina had begun to lubricate, getting her reproductive tract all slick and ready for sexual intercourse. God Michelle needed a cock in her pussy! And, since Derek had specified that he wanted her pussy to be slutty, she knew that any cock would do as long as she could ride it bareback until it filled her up with a nice, thick load of cum.
But, Derek had also said that he wanted her fucking his cock, facedown across the desk, and so that’s what she found herself craving more than anything.
Derek watched with a mixture of horror and curiosity as his tormentor morphed into a cock-hungry slut right before his eyes.
The transformation was subtle, but its results were unmistakable; Michelle’s eyes went from narrowed with impotent outrage to wide open with helpless lust, her lips from tightly pursed to open and panting at the thought of having his cock, any cock, pounding her slutty pussy. Derek just stood there as his coworker turned around and bent over the desk, sliding her pants and underwear down far enough to give him access to her slick entrance, spreading her legs as wide as her pants would allow to make sliding into her as enticing as possible.
Derek was surprised to find himself growing hard as a rock as Michelle’s glistening, now-slutty pussy came into view, clearly ready for penetration and practically begging to take his cock. As appalled as he was at his involuntary physical reaction, he still found himself unfastening his pants, pulling his cock out, and lining it up with the magnetic gap between his coworker’s thin thighs.
Michelle moaned in undisguised need as soon as she felt the tip press against her sensitive labia. She impatiently thrust her ass backwards against his hips, and Derek found his cock slipping effortlessly inside his hated coworker’s pussy for the first time.
Immediately, he was surprised at the intensity of the sensation. He’d had sex plenty of times before, of course, but something about the shameless way Michelle was bent over in front of him like this, using her slick, unprotected pussy to squeeze and stroke his cock with wanton abandon just turned him on like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Bottoming out deep inside her cunt felt amazing, and Derek was shocked to realize that he probably wouldn’t last long at this rate. Somehow, unthinkably, sex with Michelle was just too good.
He thrust into her again, and then again, with each subsequent stroke feeling even better than the first, and he soon settled into a satisfying rhythm as she encouraged him to use her body for his pleasure.
“Yeah slut, you love being used like this, don’t you? There aren’t enough cocks in the world to satisfy you.”
Michelle did love it. Her slutty pussy was made to be used, to be indiscriminately filled up with cum by any guy she could persuade to shove his cock between her legs.
She knew what all of that unprotected sex would likely lead to, of course. Constantly filling her slutty pussy with jizz made it all but inevitable that she’d eventually get knocked up, and surely Derek must know that too. And it was this thought, as her slutty pussy continued to tease his cock, trying to get him to lose control inside her, that suddenly made Derek’s actions begin to make even more sense to her.
Of course; like all men, he wants to get his rocks off inside me so badly because his body is programmed to use mine to reproduce, and then he wants to get rid of me so that he doesn’t have to take any responsibility for the pregnancy. Unfortunately for Michelle, however, thanks to the Perfect Girlfriend Juice this newest realization was starting to sound appealing as well. As much as she didn’t want to, she could feel herself eagerly looking forward to being discarded once Derek had successfully inseminated her, and she couldn’t help but secretly hope that he’d knock her up in the process.
She continued to think about the implications of her realization as Derek continued to pound her slutty pussy. If Derek’s actions were driven by his need to pass on his genes, then, even if he didn’t realize it, being his Perfect Girlfriend meant making sure that he was the one who impregnated her.
It all made so much sense. Derek had made her pussy slutty so that she would let him cum inside her, because that way he could impregnate her and pass on his genes. Of course, making her pussy slutty the way that he had also meant that she was now more than eager to let anyone else impregnate her as well, which would unintentionally decrease the chances that he’d be the one to actually fertilize her egg. So, in order to truly be Derek’s Perfect Girlfriend, it unfortunately was starting to look like Michelle needed to make sure that she was good and knocked up with Derek’s child before she could indulge her new desire to go out and fill her slutty pussy with as much jizz from as many different men as she could.
She sighed in disappointment – it was going to be agony to hold herself back like that with how slutty Derek had made her pussy, but Perfect Girlfriend Juice’s power over her was absolute, and she knew that she’d have no choice but to forego all of the cocks and cum that she now craved in the meantime.
But that was a problem for another day. Right now she had Derek’s cock throbbing inside her as his pace increased, and she’d never been more satisfied in her life. Michelle had never wanted kids, but now she couldn’t wait to get knocked up and then ghost her baby daddy, giving him exactly what he wanted from his Perfect Girlfriend. She increased her own pace, rolling her hips against his, sinking his sensitive cock as deeply inside her slutty pussy as she could. He wouldn’t be able to resist filling her with baby juice for much longer. She couldn’t wait.
Meanwhile, Derek was in heaven. His physical enjoyment had never been the goal – he’d intended to just get back at Michelle for what she’d done to him and then make her leave him alone for good – but the Juice had clearly made her crazy for his cock, and her slutty behavior, focused entirely on bringing him to orgasm, combined with the incredible sensations he was feeling inside her tight, juicy pussy, all meant that his arousal was quickly nearing mind-blowing levels of intensity.
It was by far the hottest thing he’d ever experienced.
So hot, in fact, that it was far more mental and physical stimulation than Derek could take, and he found himself instinctively pressing his hips up against Michelle’s flat ass as his balls prepared to empty themselves as deeply inside her canal as possible.
“Fuck yeah, here it comes slut!”
Michelle moaned in anticipation. This was exactly what she needed – Derek’s load right in her slutty pussy, just as he’d said. She slammed her ass back against his hips, trying to get him to lose control, and was finally rewarded with a low grunt, followed by a rhythmic flexing of his cock against her inner walls as jets of thick liquid warmth began spreading deep inside her womb.
Derek’s knees wobbled as Michelle continued rolling her hips against his, sliding his sensitive frenulum against the slick front wall of her vagina again and again, triggering a new spurt of semen each time. She was milking him, forcing every last contraction of his balls that she could, filling her slutty pussy with as much of his cum as she could possibly take, and when she finally stopped, Derek was left with a deep, primal feeling of satisfying emptiness.
As soon as Michelle sensed that Derek was done, however, and that she couldn’t squeeze any more jizz out of his rapidly shrinking cock, she silently pulled herself off him, slid her pants back up over her hips – hiding her slutty pussy away from his view in the process, now that it was nice and full of his cum – and disappeared out the door of the office without a word or a backward glance.
Derek was still standing motionless as the aftershocks of the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt coursed through his body, and a final cloudy drop of his cum dripped from the tip of his flaccid penis onto the floor of the office.
Once he finally came to himself and realized that Michelle had already left, the insanity of what he’d just done and experienced finally began to sink in. Even so, he marveled at how good it had all felt, especially the sensation of filling Michelle up at the end of it all.
Still, he couldn’t imagine what the fallout of all this would be. Would she report him and get him fired? Or would she actually leave him alone now so that he could work in peace?
Either way, he realized with a sigh, she’d left him to clean up and then finish all of the work himself.
Just like he’d told her to.
Part 2
Once Michelle had left the office, she found herself wondering what she was supposed to do next.
She couldn’t help but be proud of how perfectly she’d fulfilled her duties as Derek’s Perfect Girlfriend. She’d let her pussy get all slutty for him (and everyone else), had let him cum inside her facedown on the desk just like he’d wanted to, and then had immediately left him the fuck alone, but now she wasn’t really sure where to go from there.
She wanted to know more about Derek’s Perfect Girlrfriend, of course, thanks to the Juice, but his demand that she leave him the fuck alone took precedence, and so that desire too would go unfulfilled.
Obviously she’d continue to stay away from him, but other than her slutty pussy’s new need for cock, which was constant and all-consuming, he hadn’t really given her much direction about what else he wanted her to do.
Still, based on what she’d already found out – and subsequently inferred – about what Derek wanted, she could at least make a few educated guesses. Since he subconsciously wanted to impregnate her, Michelle needed to make sure that she was pregnant before giving in to her constant need to fill her slutty pussy with giant loads of cum from as many guys as possible. Also, since he subconsciously wanted to pass his genes on to the next generation, she could also assume that he’d want her to maintain a reasonably healthy lifestyle, keep going to work, etc., but other than that she was completely at a loss.
So, Michelle just went home, played with her slutty pussy in a futile attempt to take the edge off its need, and daydreamed about how good it would feel to have a nice, thick cock depositing another load of baby batter deep inside her.
At first, Derek was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t see Michelle a single time over the course of the next week, even though they worked on the same floor. She’d apparently taken his request that she leave him alone to heart, and even seemed to be actively avoiding him.
Their boss soon noticed the lack of friction in the office as well, and congratulated Derek on his success in smoothing out their relationship. Derek knew that he should be ecstatic that things had worked out as well as they had, especially since his promotion was practically guaranteed now that he was free of Michelle’s interference, and he had to admit that it was a genuine relief to not have to deal with her constant attacks, and yet…
For some reason he couldn’t get her out of his mind.
He didn’t know if it was guilt over what he had done to her, or worry that she’d report him to HR after all, or something to do with the sex they’d had (which had admittedly been the best in his life), but Derek found himself, well, missing her wasn’t quite the word, but he was at least acutely aware of her absence.
All of this internal turmoil ultimately led to him self-consciously making his way over to Michelle’s office to check on her.
As soon as Michelle saw him framed in the doorway of her office, her eyes began to dart back and forth in panic, clearly scrambling to escape so that she could leave him the fuck alone, but once she realized that he had her cornered, and therefore must have wanted to see her for some reason, she immediately composed herself in her chair into a picture of cool, professional politeness.
“Oh, hi Derek,” she said neutrally, as though nothing had ever happened between them, good or bad. “Is there something you need from me? You could have sent an email, or sent someone else – there’s no need for you to have to come in person, whatever it is.” She suppressed a squirm of arousal, thinking that no casual observer could possibly know how slutty her pussy was, or that she’d let Derek fill her slutty pussy with a full load of his potent semen just a week before.
Derek tried to think of a good excuse for why he had come to see her. To be honest, even he had no idea why. “Oh, I, uh, just wanted to come and see how you were doing. I haven’t seen you around the office in a while.”
Michelle was surprised and confused by this response, which didn’t jive with what she knew about Derek whatsoever. He’d already cum inside her, so there didn’t seem to be much of a reason for a deadbeat like him to seek her out, especially since he clearly hated her. She was overjoyed at the opportunity to be in his presence again, of course – the Perfect Girlfriend Juice wouldn’t let it be otherwise – but it still didn’t make any sense.
The only logical conclusion was that Derek must be lying, and that there was some other reason for him to come visit her: one that he didn’t want to state openly, but which would still fit with everything else she knew about him so far.
Of course. It had been almost a week since he had fucked her, and so the most logical explanations were, as they always were with men, sex- and reproduction-related. Either he was once again feeling that ever-present male need to get his rocks off in general – Michelle had heard countless stories about how frequently men were afflicted with that disgusting urge to seek out new, unsuspecting pussies in which to sow their seed – or Derek just wanted to make doubly sure that she was good and knocked up with his own progeny, and nobody else’s.
Well, she hadn’t had sex with anyone since him, to the great chagrin of her slutty pussy, so there was nothing for him to worry about there, but she supposed that it was possible, maybe even likely, that she’d been in the wrong part of her cycle the first time they’d had sex, and that it hadn’t taken.
Either way, she was more than eager to repeat the process as many times as necessary to make doubly sure that Derek was the one who knocked her up. She couldn’t help it – she knew that was what Derek really wanted, and even if it weren’t, her pussy was just so slutty now that there was no way she could turn down the opportunity for sex.
Derek noticed Michelle’s initial confusion, correctly guessing that it was due to his earlier demand that she leave him alone, but after a few seconds she sat up a bit straighter in her chair with a knowing smile on her face, her small chest thrust out proudly, and Derek’s attention suddenly shifted to the fact that Michelle’s top was quite a bit tighter than anything else he’d seen her in before, hugging her slim torso and conforming to the shape of her small breasts. Not only that, but this top even had actual cleavage, and without thinking about it his eyes were drawn along the slight swellings of creamy skin until they slipped away below the hem of her low neckline.
I was right! He does want to fuck me again, she thought excitedly to herself, and, thanks once again to Derek and the Perfect Girlfriend Juice, that was exactly what she wanted as well.
“Is there maybe something… else you’re here for?” She asked suggestively, undoing her top button in an attempt to reveal more of her cleavage, though in actuality the action only revealed more of her flat upper chest and visible collarbones.
Still, something about Michelle’s blatant, uninhibited willingness to have sex with him again pulled at something deep inside Derek. He saw that her eyes had dropped down to examine his pants, clearly already thinking about his cock, and once again that look of undisguised lust on his tormentor’s face quickly made his pants tighten, rewarding Michelle’s greedy stare with an increasingly visible bulge.
Derek realized guiltily that the Perfect Girlfriend Juice really had worked like a charm – he’d managed to successfully turn his annoying coworker into his own private cumslut. And, in spite of his mixed feelings about what he’d done, he couldn’t help but want to take advantage of the situation again anyway; the instinctive appeal of Michelle’s wanton sexuality, combined with his own memory of just how good it had felt to be inside her the previous week, was just too much to resist. Plus, Michelle clearly wanted this even more than he did.
Oh fuck it, he thought, giving in to the primal urges telling him to fill her up again. One more time couldn’t hurt before telling her to leave me alone for good.
“Uh, maybe,” he finally responded. “Do you know somewhere we can go?”
“I know just the place,” she purred warmly, her face burning with overt, uncontrollable lust now that Derek had confirmed that he was here to fill her slutty pussy up again. Finally!
She stood up and walked around her desk, took his hand, and quickly led him over to the easy-to-miss door standing in the corner of her office.
Derek’s cock jumped as her soft hand made contact with his, and he was once again surprised at just how badly he wanted her. This was Michelle, after all. Even so, his eyes locked on to her narrow hips swaying from side to side as she took him over to the door, and he noticed for the first time that she’d worn a skirt today. He couldn’t remember ever having seen Michelle in a skirt before, and he wondered if that had anything to do with Perfect Girlfriend Juice’s effects as well.
“This is one of the office supply storage rooms,” she briefly explained as she pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. “It just happens to be in my office, so I’m the one who controls access to it. We’ll have to be quiet though.”
Derek couldn’t care less about any of that – he just wanted to feel himself thrusting inside Michelle’s skinny body again as soon as he could.
Once they were inside, Michelle immediately turned away from him and bent over the nearest counter, not wasting any time with kissing or foreplay as fucking his cock bareback, facedown across the desk, taking his load right in my slutty pussy, and then leaving him the fuck alone pounded over and over again through her head.
She spread her legs nice and wide before reaching her arms back to hike up her skirt, and Derek stood there transfixed as her hem rode higher and higher up her thin thighs, until inevitably the soft, glistening folds of her entrance emerged into his field of view once again. Her labia were already open and inviting with how far apart Michelle had spread her legs – another bonus of wearing a skirt – and Derek vacantly noted that Michelle wasn’t wearing any underwear this time either. If he’d been in his right mind, it might have occurred to him that this was also the inevitable result of telling her that his Perfect Girlfriend was a slut.
Derek fumbled with his belt as the sight of his coworker’s slutty pussy reactivated that inexplicably strong urge to thrust himself inside until he filled her up, and in seconds his cock was free and pressed between her wide-open thighs. He gripped Michelle’s hips with his hands as he nestled the tip of his cock into the tempting slit between her labia, and then he flexed his arms and tightened his hands around her waist, causing the remainder of his cock to once again slide effortlessly between Michelle’s slick lips and up into her body. Immediately, he was rewarded with that familiar sensation of her tight canal squeezing and stroking his sensitive member with every inch as he sank himself into her depths.
Michelle was already in bliss at finally having a nice, throbbing cock back where it belonged, filling her slutty pussy, and she let out a low moan as her lover bottomed out, pressing her narrow hips back against his to maximize the pressure on the thick shaft deep inside her.
This time, however, Derek seemed inclined to take his time, and as he leisurely withdrew and slowly thrust in again, enjoying the sensation, Michelle was surprised to feel his arms slowly working their way up the sides of her body, sliding underneath her top as Derek’s hands followed the gentle curve of her waist. It felt kinda nice, actually, Michelle thought to herself, but the sensations coming from her slutty pussy were far more demanding, and so she quickly redirected her attention toward using her tight, slick vagina to get Derek off as quickly as possible, concluding that he must just be groping her body like a piece of meat to help get himself off. Which was now perfectly fine with Michelle, of course, as long as it resulted in Derek dumping his load into her slutty pussy sooner rather than later.
His hands continued their slow exploration under her top, appreciating the smooth skin of her tight midsection as his cock continued to leisurely squeeze itself into the tight, slick embrace of her slutty pussy. Michelle continued using her hips and vaginal muscles to milk his shaft, encouraging him to cum, and then Derek’s wandering hands brushed against the slight curve of her breasts for the first time.
Aha, I knew it! Michelle thought to herself. Of course Derek was really only interested in her tits; he just wanted to grope her chest like a horny teenager until he satisfied his adolescent desire to make himself cum.
But, Derek was surprisingly gentle, taking his time to explore the sensitive skin of her small mounds, and when his hands inevitably crested the slight incline and reached her puffy, erect nipples, he slowly brushed his fingertips over them in a way that sent tingles of unexpected new pleasure down to Michelle’s slutty pussy, adding to and enhancing her involuntary excitement at being stuffed with cock.
But wait, she thought to herself, Derek had only told her pussy to get slutty, not her tits. That could only mean that she was enjoying his touch on its own merits, and that this new pleasure was entirely hers. She recoiled at the unwelcome idea that her body could be made to experience pleasure at the hands of someone like Derek.
And even if that were the case, she concluded, that hardly mattered with how her slutty pussy was still programmed to get filled with cum as quickly as possible, so that she could hurry up and leave Derek the fuck alone.
Almost prophetically, Michelle’s gyrating hips and the natural appeal of her slick pussy began having their inevitable effect on Derek’s cock, and his pace began to pick up and his thrusts began to get rougher as he unconsciously began to crave release. His grip on her small tits began to tighten, and soon he was pinching her nipples painfully as he slammed his sensitive cock into her textured cunt.
And yet this seemed to be exactly what Michelle needed as well, and she was now shocked to find that her lover’s roughness was somehow adding to her own rapidly growing arousal. Some part of that was doubtless due to Derek telling her that she should love being used (which, of course, she now did), but he’d never told her that she should enjoy being used – hell, he’d never told her that she should enjoy anything at all – and Michelle couldn’t deny that a new, pleasurable pressure was beginning to build in her core as Derek continued to pound himself closer and closer to orgasm inside her.
Meanwhile, Derek was surprised at just how much he had enjoyed exploring his nemesis’ thin torso as her body flexed against his crotch, and he could have sworn that Michelle was enjoying it as well, at least a little. Oddly, Derek found himself wanting to pursue that hunch for some reason, to see if he could make Michelle feel even more pleasure, but then his cock throbbed tellingly deep inside the slick tightness of Michelle’s slutty pussy, and his thoughts involuntarily refocused on his own impending pleasure as his restraint began to slip and the urge to ejaculate began bubbling up inside him.
Suddenly, Derek really wanted to cum inside Michelle, and he knew that thanks to the Perfect Girlfriend Juice, that was exactly what she wanted as well, which made it that much more difficult to come up with a reason not to.
His cock throbbed one final, decisive time, and Michelle, knowing exactly what that meant, pressed her ass fully back against his crotch once again and began compulsively working her hips. Finally, she was going to get to take another load right inside that slutty pussy of hers. She moaned again, audibly but soft enough that no one outside her office would hear.
All of the sudden friction against Derek’s oversensitive dick was more than he could take, and he found himself instinctively wrapping his arms tightly around Michelle’s slim body once again, painfully gripping her small tits as he pressed himself as deeply inside her as he could, and then Michelle was moaning in Juice-induced relief and satisfaction as she felt his cock jerking deep inside her, reflexively giving her slutty pussy the cum that it craved.
Michelle let out a contented purr as Derek’s balls carelessly dumped more and more of his genetic material into her reproductive tract, well aware that each mindless spurt was filling her with potent swimmers that could penetrate her vulnerable womb and fertilize it, forcing her female body to become a swelling incubator for her chauvinist coworker’s offspring in the process. Of course, this was exactly what Michelle wanted to happen, both because she was sure that it was what Derek wanted, and because it meant that she’d finally be free to stuff herself with sexy cocks of all shapes and sizes, each of which would be just as eager to ejaculate its own personalized load of nice, thick semen into her slutty receptacle.
Once again Derek’s life flashed before his eyes at the intensity of his orgasm inside Michelle’s pussy, feeling almost as though his soul had been sucked out of his body by the time his balls had finished draining themselves into her. As soon as he withdrew his shrinking dick from the semen-saturated depths of Michelle’s unprotected love tunnel, however, she flipped her skirt back down, adjusted her top to fit snugly around her small but pert breasts, and quickly slipped out of the door and back into her office. The only evidence of what they’d done that Derek could see in those brief few seconds was a flush of freshly-fucked and satisfied color in Michelle’s cheeks and lips.
He took his time composing himself, experiencing a primal almost-loneliness at being abandoned so soon after such an intense, intimate experience, and then let himself back out into the office as well, where, once again, Michelle was nowhere to be seen.
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