Chapter 1 - Mew Tuely

Mew Tuely only hired the best and the brightest at her company. 

 It was no secret that she made a point of getting some of the hottest people working for her, studs and thots that clients were more than happy to appeal to time and time again. Even with them there, though, Mew was still the crown jewel, the bossy bitch that went around with her tight mini skirt rustling as the thicc ass flexed underneath, her blazer buttoned so tightly that the milkers teased by the low-cut blouse just wanted to bounce out, driving everyone crazy. 

 They all want to fuck me, Mew would think as she went around the office. And that was precisely why the boss never lowered herself to interact with any of them. 

 The idea that there could be a guy out there that did not want anything to do with her was too much to even consider. Just going out on the street late at night would undoubtedly lead to some bums taking her by force, prison be damned, only to get a chance with such a goddess. The idea thrilled her, though Mew would never risk the company by getting herself in any trouble. It remained a fantasy. 

 Then it happened that her neighbor, a nice woman that Mew occasionally interacted with, came to ask if there were any positions open at the company. Her son was in need of a job, she said. “The pay isn’t the issue, I just need to get him out of the house.” 

 Mew wasn’t even aware that her neighbor had a son. “I mean… sure, why not?” After all, she owed a favor, and one more employee couldn't do much harm. Worst case scenario, Mew would just put him on the payroll and give him some throwaway activities for a year or two. 

“I’ll bring him in and introduce you.” 

 Mew showered and ate, completely forgetting about the matter until the doorbell rang some four hours later. Her neighbor came with her son, as promised, a sight that left Mew breathless. 

 From the sight of him alone, she could tell that he was some sort of otaku. The fabric of the sweaty shirt that stretched over his mantits had a print of several moe characters making peace signs in bikinis. To make matters worse, he wore a pink cap with cat ears, stained with sweat and grease - her instincts told her he was balding under it. She expected some awkward nineteen-year-old; instead, this guy look closer to forty - fat, hairy, and about as ugly as a human could be without entering the realm of disfigurement. 

“Mew, this is Bugs,” said the mother. As Mew reluctantly shook the otaku’s hand, she leaned in and added, “His name is Robert, but don’t call him that, it tends to get him real angry.” 

 Mew was positively stunned by this subhuman creature that now sat on her sofa. I agreed to let this swamp thing work for me? she kept wondering. 

 As her eyes went over his body, she noticed the fat hand resting over his crotch, absentmindedly moving back and forth. Was he… was he touching himself? In her house, right in front of his mom? He’s going to rape someone and get the whole company fucked. 

“Don’t mind him,” the mom insisted. “He’s a little awkward, but he’ll get the job done.” 

 What surprised her was the inability of the guy to even make eye contact with her. Mew kept thinking that he was secretly eyeing her and that it was her amazing appearance that aroused him to this extent, but his eyes just avoided looking over at any cost. Even when the mom left to the bathroom and Mew tried to strike up a conversation, the ugly bastard just kept his gaze averted. 

“So you like anime, huh?” she asked, trying to be friendly. 

“Just the ones with cute girls. I love cute girls,” he said, slowly and autistically. 

“What about real women? Do you have a girlfriend?” 

 A smile crept over his lips. “No, no, no, that doesn’t interest me…” 

 Women did not interest him? What the hell did that mean? 

 Mew slowly got her answer over the course of a few days. Though she stated he should come to work dressed properly, his attire remained as cringy and weeb-flavored as before. He took the relatively elegant office she set him up in as a containment area, and brought in more figurines and posters on a daily basis. Even the chair needed to be replaced for one that could hold his weight and size, since his fat ass literally could not fit in the quality leather one that was there before. All the other employees were laughing about him and making bets about how much worse he could get. Mew explained that his employment was a form of charity. 

 Surprisingly, he turned out to be a decent IT guy, and completely harmless to the girls working there, who constantly teased him about his weight and clothes. The things they were saying were so mean that it shocked her; yet even the HR department joined in the mockery. There was just no mercy for creepy otakus like these. Mew even started feeling bad for the retard. That’s what he was, in truth. Just a poor retard that needed some guidance. 

 On Thursday, everyone got ready to go for lunch when Mew got an international call for a deal that needed to be finalized at once. She spent the better part of twenty minutes on the phone, looking out the window at the cityscape as her stomach grumbled, until she could finally take off. As she wandered through the empty office, she considered asking Bugs to come with her. The otaku refused to go out and eat with the others, but perhaps she could help him develop some social skills. 

 Mew strolled down towards his office when she heard some odd noises. Her ears picked them up as being nearby, but it was only as she approached the otaku’s door that they turned louder… low-grunts combined with unintelligible whispers and wet clicking sounds. What the hell is he doing in there? Mew wondered. Is… is he jerking off? 

 At first, she thought to knock; then she reconsidered. Curiosity took hold - she wanted to see what the hell it was he was doing, not necessarily interrupt it. 

 She put her hand on the handle and slowly pressed it down, then glanced inside. Thankfully, his back was to the door so there was no way for him to see anything. Mew, on the other hand, got a full view of the screen and the hentai running there, that showed something with orcs raping elves, the cute girly moans loud enough that they could be heard over his headphones. This time his cap was off, and she got a view at the sweaty and balding fat head. 

 What shocked her was the dick he stroked between his legs. Somehow, Mew always assumed he must have been a tiny-dicked loser if he became such a… well, a loser. Those megacringe weeb clothes certainly did not make a woman think that he might be harboring a monster cock under the stained pants. And yet… 

 His fat hand could barely wrap around the girthy base of the shaft. And it went up and down twice its length, stroking a meaty and veiny dick that ended in a fully engorged head drizzled with thick ropes of seed. That thing is fucking huge, thought Mew, instantly getting a tingle down to her pussy. For years she kept romanticizing the dick of some guy she fucked on a vacation once upon a time, but this fat slob was at least twice his size. How the fuck does a guy like this get a cock like that?!

 Not only was he watching the weird elf rape hentai, but there were a few figurines right in front of him of slender little lolis, all naked. As Mew looked on, horny and confused, he grabbed a few of them and brought them down, rubbing them against the muscly shaft of his dick as they got covered up in his seed.  

 Jesus Christ! This guy… The sounds he made were repugnant, a combination of a fat man’s wheezing and the guttural sounds of a bull. The coarse dark hair on his arms bristled and shone with drops of sweat… But that cock. God that cock is so fucking nice. Mew was almost certain she could barely grip it halfway with both hands. That’s a dick that could ruin any girl… 

 The fat monster grunted as he came, firing his load over the screen, over the figurines, and over the floor. As his head tilted back in the chair, Mew shut the door and took a deep breath. What the hell just happened? 

 She stood there for a while, trying to understand why anyone would do this at work. Is he that incapable of helping himself? With a dick like that, there was no wonder… Mew would be stroking that thing and out there fucking chicks nonstop if it was her. So why isn’t he? What the hell is this weirdo’s problem? 

 Maybe all he needed was the right woman to ease him into it. 

 Mew waited a few more minutes for him to calm down, then knocked on the door. “Bugs? Are you in there?” 

 There was a sudden clatter as he cleaned up his desk. “Yes, ma’am!” 

 Mew stomped in, unleashing her heels over the hardwood floor as she sidled up to him at his desk. It was hard not to acknowledge what she saw before, but she did not want to scare him away. She hoped there would be something near his desk for her to question, but there was nothing. 

“You know, your co-workers have reported to me that you aren’t going anywhere during your breaks.”

 He kept his gaze down. “No, I’d rather be alone…” 

“Right. Well, why don’t you come to lunch with me? I could use the company.” 

 Silence. Was he seriously going to refuse that offer? I’m the hottest fucking woman in this city, you idiot! What are you thinking about? “D-Do I have to go?” he asked at length. “I’m not that hungry.” 

 Wow, he was blowing her off. This human toad was blowing her off so he could stay here and jerk off to his 2D lolis. Was this a joke? You seriously are a retard! Fucking piece of shit! No, she wasn’t going to let this go so easy.

“Robert,” she said pointedly, “I need you to come with me.” 

“Don’t call me that, please.” 

“Robert? But that’s your name.” 

 His next words were harsher. “Just don’t.” 

“Are you threatening me? Your name is Robert so I’m going to call you Robert.” 

 Suddenly, he rose and stood before her, his huge body taking up her entire view as he towered over her. “Don’t,” he repeated with trembling lips. “Don’t call me that. Only bad people call me that.” 

 Bad people, huh? Was he going to hit her? Maybe there was more strength in those arms than she thought. If he stroked that big cock all day long, there must have been some muscle under all that fat. And a strong grip to boot… Just thinking about him putting all those rape fantasies into use on her was making her pussy flare up and drip inside her panties. Come on, you fat fuck. Take me. 

“Robert, calm down,” she insisted. 

“No!” he shouted. 

 His autism got triggered. His hands were up in the air and coming towards her. “BUGS!” 

“Robert, if you don’t calm down I will have to call security,” Mew threatened. 

 The otaku grabbed her by the arm… It’s happening, thought Mew. He’s going to take me. 

 She almost fell over the desk herself as she imagined him throwing her on top…

… Instead, he forced her outside of his office, and threw her out past the threshold, then slammed the door closed. 

 Did he just kick me out? I own this place!

 Mew started knocking on the door. “Open up, fatso! I said open up!” 

 There was no use, though. Whatever she triggered got him to shut down, and it wouldn’t be long now until her other employees started coming over. 

 Damn it! Damn it all to hell. 


 Thankfully, Bugs still showed up at work the following day. Mew hadn’t formulated a plan yet for how to get him to do anything. Worst of all, she couldn't stop thinking about that breathtaking cock nonstop. How much do I need to do to get this loser to fuck me? 

 She asked her female employees if they noticed anything odd about him, but they were totally unaware. Maybe that’s for the best. This idiot is mine. 

 Mew considered how it would be best to get under his skin. At work it was too much… it could be that he was just intimidated by her position. A lot of guys were spineless like that - barely able to talk to women as it was, and completely incapable of talking to female superior.

 Instead, she decided to corner him at home. 

 Mew went out and bought some food, some scented candles, and even some aphrodisiacs for good measure. I can’t believe I’m putting in so much work just to sleep with that ugly ballsack of a face. But his dick… Fuck, I need that dick~

 Once home, she dressed up in a skirt from the year before that was now far too small and tight for her. The painful workout routine she went through on a daily basis paid dividends over the years: her booty was now so round that the old skirt just went up the curve of her ass and left her perfect coin slot of a pussy totally exposed.

 The dumb otaku needed to be brought over, and there was no better way to accomplish that than by making his mom force him to do it. Mew went over and knocked at their door, then smiled. “Do you think Bugs could come over, I need some help with my PC. I don’t know if it’s busted or what.” 

 Mew waited in front of the door until the fat blob showed up, looking as reluctant as ever. She led him into her apartment and shut the door, then took him over to the computer. A bovine look came over his face as he eyed the screen. “What do you want me to do to it?...” 

“Oh, well, I feel something is wrong with it…” As he sat down before the monitor, Mew got in front of him and reached behind the unit, fiddling with some of the wires as she felt her skirt rising. Just being around him and thinking of what was coming left her totally wet. 

 He had to be looking at that hot cunt, she knew that much. There was no way he could ignore it. As much of a degenerate weeb as he was, no man could truly resist being next to a flesh and blood woman and have no rise at all. Mew took a deep breath, sighed, then turned around and fixed her skirt nonchalantly. “I don’t know what’s wrong with it at all.” 

 The otaku was staring at her waist speechlessly, his face red. “I, uh…” 

 Mew teasingly picked at her skirt. “Sorry if I let you see a little too much, this thing is just so short.” Her eyes went down to the stiff thing in his pants. So, it does have an effect on him! Phew! She was actually worried for a second there that she might be losing out to some cartoon figures. 

“I should go…” he mouthed. 

 Mew grinned. “I know what you do at work, you know. I saw you.” 

 His eyes fluttered helplessly. “W-What?” 

“You like jacking off to hurting girls, is that right? You want to fuck a helpless little loli elf, Robert?” 

 There was no response. The glassy eyes just took her in. “No…”

“I know it’s true, Robert,” she whispered. “Don’t worry, I think I can help you. You see, I can take a lot. In fact, I haven’t found a man that can dish out anything I can’t take. So this could be an opportunity for you to prove your mettle.” 

 Sweat poured down his face as he stared at her body. “My mom…” 

“What about your mom? You’re a grown man!” Mew lifted her heel and brought it down on his crotch, feeling the pulsating sweaty man meat trapped in his pants. It was begging to come out. Just feeling its power was enough to make her drip. “Do you need Mommy’s permission to fuck me?” 

“Is this a t-trap?” he stammered. “You’re my boss…” 

“Here, I’ll make things easier for you.” Mew opened a drawer under her desk and took out a camera. “Set this up wherever you want. I hope you realize that if anyone ever found out about this, my life would be ruined. So…” Her fingers worked up his chest and came to his chin. “You have complete control over me. You can fuck me and blackmail me into oblivion. You can make me into your slave. Wouldn’t you want that? And when you aren’t fucking me, I can come into your room and sit still just like your figurines. Totally obedient to your whim.” 

 The offer was clearly tempting to him. Not only that, but her words scared her too. He really would have complete control over what happened to her. Do I want to give him that? If it meant unleashing his full potential, then, maybe, yes… That big cock requires some sacrifices. 

 Mew stepped aside and let him go set up the camera, her body tingling at the thought of being broken in by his strong hands. With all that stuff he’s watched, he probably has no idea how fragile bodies actually are… He might fuck me up so hard… 

 Bugs set the camera on the far side of the desk then came and stood before her, wheezing as he reached for her chest. “Can I touch you?” 

“Didn’t I tell you to do whatever you want?” 

 He would need a little more convincing. As his hands came and moved over her big tits, Mew’s fingers went down and caressed the sexy bulge in his hands. That dick is so ready for me. If only it were on a different guy. Even a troll would look better than this hairy fatso...

 Her small hands took it out as he toyed with her tits. Mew shivered as her palm struggled to hold the magnificent dick in a steady grip, its size just too much for her. It throbbed ceaselessly, and the veins branching up and down were thick and ready to burst. Mew took both hands and pressed it between them, hearing him groan for her. So he likes that, at least… 

 Sensing him getting all too horny, Mew smiled as her next course of action came to her. Suddenly, she stepped away from his dick and left it there, dangling and erect, while the otaku stared after her tits with longing in his eyes. He hadn’t even taken them out yet.

“You know what, maybe I was wrong,” said Mew. “This isn’t a good idea.” 

“W-Why?” stammered the fat weeb, taking a step forward. “Did I do something wrong?” 

“I just feel put off by the idea of letting some fat loser that touches doll touch me. Sorry, I wanted to do this out of the charity of my heart, but I just can’t.”

“But--”

“Fuck off, Robert. I’m done with you. Go back to mommy and to your cartoons. I’ll go find myself a real man to fuck.” 

 He eyed her anxiously, then glanced over to the camera that still rolled on the desk. That’s a good boy, thought Mew. You think long and hard about what that means. “No!” he shouted, angry. “You promised you were going to be mine. Now you will be.” His voice was strangely childish, petulantly so. 

 The fat cock between his legs only flared up with his rage, the first drop of seed glimmering on top of the head. “Come suck me and I’ll go,” he said, trying to find a middle ground. “I can’t go home like this.” 

 Mew faked a laugh and put an arm over her tummy. “I hope you’re kidding. Listen, I was trying to be nice before, but whatever. You’re fucking gross, okay? Look at that nasty big dick. Do you think any girl would want that? It looks like a meat mushroom that grew out of a trashdump. No thank you. No, hurry on home, Robbie.” 

 Finally, there was real anger in his tone. “No. Enough.” 

 Mew crossed her arms. “Enough what?” 

 

 Bugs never thought the time would come when he could use a real life girl. Especially not one as hot as his boss. From the first moment he saw her, he could feel the shockwaves going down to his dick. Her body was just pure sluttiness - the sort of curves you would expect out of a deviant artist, but not on a real life woman. 

 Now, he couldn't understand what he did wrong. He wanted to make love to her. And she aroused him so much. She specifically brought him here and teased him just to humiliate him? 

 I’m not going to take this shit! He had spent his whole life getting humiliated and rejected by girls that played with his feelings. Enough was enough. 

 I’m going to take her.  

 Not just take her, but humiliate her. Break her. 

 The desire to make love to her beautiful body evaporated. 

 Instead, he would use that slutty figure in every way he wanted. 

 He took a step closer and Mew frowned. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” 

“Shut the fuck up!” he yelled at her, feeling empowered by her scared gaze. “That camera is still filming. Get on your knees.” 

“Listen here, Robert, you--” 

 Bugs gave her a savage slap that sent her head sideways. This bitch needs to learn her lesson. She thinks she can treat me like this just because she’s my boss? I never even wanted this job. To hell with it! She needed to be taught a lesson she wouldn’t forget. 

 Before she got her control back, the otaku grabbed her by the neck and brought her to her knees before him. Mew looked up at him, vulnerable and confused, her lips trembling. At the same time, her skirt had gone up to reveal her round ass, while the buttons of her blazer strained close enough to pop. 

“What a fucking slut you are,” the fat man said decisively. “That’s why you want this, isn’t that right?” 

 Mew bobbed her head like a sinner confessing it all. “I just need big fucking cock, that’s all.” 

 How could he ever be afraid of this total whore? All she needed was to be taught her place. 

 Bugs brought his dick to rest over her face and only got harder at the way it covered up most of her head. Just as her hands reached up to touch it, the otaku drew it back and shook his head. “Nuh-uh, not yet. You have to prove how much you want it first. Open up. I’m going to piss right into that whore mouth of yours.” 

 Mew’s eyes narrowed. “What?!” 


 Surely he was joking. 

 Mew wanted to be used, of course, but nobody said anything about getting pissed on. Was he too stupid to tell the difference? Maybe. But she wasn’t about to take any chances. “Listen, I’m not-” 

“SILENCE!” he ordered. Despite the loud bass of his voice, the way he phrased it sounded comical, as if he were repeating a line from a video game. “Close your eyes.”

 Why did I ever think I could get this idiot to act normal? No longer willing to put up with the insanity, Mew got up and dusted her hands. “Enough. Go home or I’m telling your mother.” 

“You think this is a game?” 

“I mean it. You clearly have no idea how to treat a woman, so fuck off. You think I’m going to let you piss in my mouth? Get the hell out of here!” 

 Mew expected him to follow orders like a good boy, especially now that she brought up his mom. Instead, the fat bastard only stared at her, then started laughing. Her eyes flicked momentarily to the camera, but that only got him going harder. “Nah, you aren’t putting your hands on that,” he said. 

 He took a step closer and she took one back, nearly tottering out of her heels in nervousness. What the hell does he think he’s doing!? Mew tried darting out of the room, but he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back in, then threw her back to the ground. Just as she got up on all fours, his foot smashed into her back and held her down, taking the breath out of her. 

 The otaku turned her around and brought his entire leg down, crushing her breasts with the weight of his body as he angled his dickhole right towards her face. “No!” Mew cried. He’s seriously trying to do it! This prick! “GET OFF OF ME!” 

 Bugs puckered her lips up and laughed grimly as his thumb massaged the throbbing head of his huge dick. “Get ready, boss. It’s coming.” 

 Mew was about to scream at him when the jet of piss shot out of the cock and hit her right in the face. The hot golden shower went over her eyes and into her nose, then came down to the lips he held puckered up as if they were preparing to give a kiss. “Ahhh, shit, that’s so good. I’ve always wanted to do this to a thot like you.” 

 A thot like me? I’m no thot… Mew thought back in mind. In body, she just lay there paralyzed, trying to do her best to take the nasty piss without throwing up. Not only was she blinded by it, but she could taste it in her mouth and snorted it up her nose whenever she breathed. No… He can’t do this to me… 

 Then it stopped. 

 Mew thought he was done till a harsh bark sounded out: “ON YOUR KNEES! NOW!” 

 For whatever reason, she could no longer help herself from listening to his orders. She just went along with what he said, hoping it would all end soon. As she got to her knees hoping he would just come over her face and call it a day, he instead brought the stiff head of his dick and put it against her lips.  

 It felt so powerful as it throbbed, ready to go into her mouth, that she nearly forgot about being drained in piss… 

 ...only for him to start it again, this time sending it all right into her mouth, a powerful stream of his piss shooting down into her throat as Mew gargled it up helplessly. “That’s right,” he said, moving his large and strong fingers over her head. “Drink it all up, you bitch.” 

 Mew never imagined that her plans could lead up to this. That she would try so hard to get him to fuck her only to end up drinking his piss instead, as if she were some cumrag at the end of her life. Where does he get the nerve… to treat me like this? 

 As her stomach got filled up by him, the head slowly entered her mouth and stretched her cheeks and lips around it. The final bit of piss that came shot out of her stinging nose, but the otaku congratulated her for taking it like a pro by slapping her cock-stuffed face. “That’s a good girl. Now I’ll give you a reward.” 

 Holding onto her head, he started pushing into her throat, forcing the gigantic cock down a hole that had never been made for such abuse. Mew tried to scream, but it was too late for any of that. The controlled grip he exerted was unavoidable, and the few times she tried to rise only made her slip in the pool of piss she knelt in. 

 I’m being… treated worse than whore… Why is this so hot? 

 If there was any reaction in him to the tears that came to her eyes, it was only amusement. “Haha, look at your face! You’re stuffed just like in a doujin, Ms. Tuely!” There was an almost childlike wonder in response to the horrific way he made her neck bulge as he sent the monstrous shaft deeper, inch by inch, one thrust at a time. 

 Mew did her best to take it, relaxing her throat, but it was just too much for her frame. As he hammered it down inside of her, her jaw popped and the piss sloshed around inside of her, while the rushing veins of his big dick tickled the tender meat of her throathole. 

“That’s it!” he said. “That’s it!” He forced her eyelids open and made her eyes gape as she stared up at him. “How do you like that, huh? Look at the camera, you slut.” 

 Mew did. What an awful idea it was to incorporate that into this… As if it wasn’t enough that she was being humiliated, but now it was being recorded for posterity. What would all the people at work say if they saw this? Or our partners? God, what would her old college classmates think if they saw the great Mew Tuely brought to her knees and pissed on by this subhuman retard? 

 Despite the pain of her slowly breaking jaw, a deep pang of arousal sent shivers down her spine. I’m being broken in like a fucktoy… I’m getting killed by this huge fat cock…  

 The fat loser must have read her mind, because he switched it up from pushing down to throatfucking her as best as he could: taking his dick out to give her a chance to breathe and for her stretched mouth to go back to normal, only to push back in a moment later, faster and harder than before, getting her silky throat to mold itself after his gnarly cock.

 Mew could feel the monster dick growing bigger and harder as he went, getting to the point that she could barely fit the slimy head in. The last time it pulsated so powerfully that it could no longer make it past the lips that were stretched so thin they were barely visible. She worried Bugs would tear them apart and make her a bleeding mess, but he just laughed and slapped her playfully. “Enough of that,” he said. 

 He helped Mew up to her feet, but she could barely stand. Her legs shook and sent her stumbling over her desk, her piss-soaked clothes going over her keyboard and paperwork. No… Come on…

 The otaku got up behind her and spread her pussy wide, teasing the needy, twitching lips with his dick. “Do you want it inside? Say you want it, boss.”  

 Finally! It only took all that agony for him to find the right hole. “I want it,” Mew said sincerely. “Please, fuck me stupid.” The camera was still on, but who cared? She needed it so badly… 

 Bugs grabbed her tiny waist, then slammed his dick inside of her without bothering to ease her into it. Mew cried out and tried to grab whatever she could to stabilize as the shock of that girth spreading out her sensitive pussy sunk in. 

 He’s so deep inside of me already, holy shit. Mew could feel it working every nick and cranny of her sweet cunt, and this time she wanted it. Needed it. Nothing ever felt this good inside as this massive shaft did in this very moment, abusing her in all the right ways. “Don’t stop.” 

 The otaku wrapped an arm around her neck and squeezed her hard against his chest as he went on blasting her pussy with all the force that he could muster, splitting her from the inside out. “Do you like that?” 

“YES!” Mew cried, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Fuck me, you fat retard! Fuck me!” 

 Bugs put all his rage into the last thrusts, hitting spots inside of her that made Mew melt away in blissful agony. Her body could have broken apart and it wouldn’t have mattered. All her pussy wanted was to milk that dick dry of every drop of juicy cum inside. 

“This is even better… even better than my doujins…” confessed the weeb stupidly.

 Mew glanced over her shoulder to look at his ugly turd of a face. “You don’t say, you idiot?” 

 He slapped her hard and finished her off by dropping his weight on top of her and using only his hips to drive the head of his dick as deep as it could go. One… Two… Three… 

 Mew could hear the desk groaning under them but… Her toes curled in response… She was coming, all over his dick, even as he prepared to fill her up… 

 The wood splintered down the middle and they both collapsed with the desk and the PC. As they fell, his shaft impaled her so perfectly that Bugs finally came, his hot seed spilling inside of her as he groaned and sweat on top like a bull in heat.
 

 Bugs got up some time later, though Mew was left trembling and coming still. The otaku retrieved the camera and sighed with relief to see that there was nothing wrong with it. “The recording is all here, thank goodness…” It would guarantee that his boss remained his good slut. 

 He spread her legs and took a last look at the raped and creampied pussy, though she still couldn't put out a sentence to save her life. “I’ll see you tomorrow at work, Ms. Tuely. Wear something nice for me, huh? I’ll enjoy ruining you more like that.” 

 His palm came down to give her perfect round butt another slap that made it wobble as her plump thighs twitched as she soundlessly rode the waves of the best orgasm of her life.