To give Amy an appreciation of her descent, I give her a semblance of awareness. A part of her mind will remember who she was, and yet will be helpless to prevent her degradation and well-deserved descent to slutdom. As she happily begs for cum, as she gladly stuffs her holes, as she is punished and used by the employees she terrorized and the business partners she cheated -- she will know the retribution inflicted on her.
"Ohhh, so goood," Amy moans as she pushes the two-foot dildo deeper into her cunt and ass.
Dwight doesn't waste time. Amy used to have all employees work evenings and weekends as she herself caroused, and Dwight is no fan of burning the midnight oil. He grabs Amy's hair and slams his cock down her throat. He facefucks his bitch boss hard and carelessly, not quite choking her. At last, he unleashes his cum on Amy's face.
Amy smacks her cummy lips. "Yum! A big bonus for Dwight."
Ms. Swift smacks her ass, and then puts her shoulder into driving the thick dildoes as far into Amy's cunt and ass as they would go. Amy purrs at this.
James has just brought the video camera, and sets it up on a tripod. He starts recording.
"Yay," Amy giggles. "I'm hot and sexy!"
Lilly, still in her red panties and bra as she understands to be the fashion, brings in Edgar, Oscar, and Ernest Smythe of the firm Edgar & Sons. They are somewhat surprised to find their own Ms. Swift in black bra and sheer pantyhose, and even more surprised to find the CEO of the modelling agency covered in cum and stuffed with dildoes, but they are cool hands.
"Well?" asks Edgar.
Mr. B influences Amy.
"I have a business proposition for you, Mr. Smythe," she says. |