Investigative Reporter: 1

Getting into the office building after hours was easy. Sharon grinned. After all, nobody seemed to care that the only thing the security guard was interested in was being fucked. She ran her bootleg pass through the slot and the doors opened for her as she stepped into the lobby.

She moved quickly. The security office’s door was open and light was shining through, and she caught a brief glimpse of the big-titted guard, shirt off, skirt pushed up, being fucked on her desk by an office worker. The man had one hand gripping her by her curly brown hair, and the other was slapping her ass.

“Uh-ah!” her gasps came in time with his slaps.

“Good girl, Rosita,” he said. “How do you like it? Getting fucked without any protection. Ready to get knocked up? To be a waddling babymaker…”

“Ah!” Rosita gasped. “Uh… you’re so mean! Fill me up, please! Stop teasing me! I wanna get a big, fat belly…”

Sharon waited until the door closed. That was one of the things. Rosita had been a college student working part time, and how she’d dropped out to be a full-time security guard/fucktoy.

And it wasn’t just her. Executives, lawyers, half the staff had accepted demotions, some had quit, and there was no good reason for it.

So Sharon had gotten hired as a secretary. And this was going to be the biggest coup of her reporting career.

Her cubical was on the fifth floor, but that wasn’t where she was going. The executive suites had computers that could access anything—if you had the password, and Sharon had found the password.

She waited until the elevator hit the 10th floor. The door opened and the floor was silent. Well, except…

Sharon walked carefully down the hallway. Every 0ffice was dark except for Tom’s. It had been Janice’s office but she’d quit and now it was Tom’s office, her former aide wasting no time in moving in.

The lights were on and that was where the moaning was coming from. Muffled moaning like…

Sharon noticed that the door was partially ajar. So she could get a look of what was going on in the room. The moans were definitely female, but muffled and there was a man speaking, his powerful voice unmistakable.

Tom.

And…

Janice? He had her braced up against the wall.

The former office manager was moaning, her big tits pressed up against the wood panelling of the office. Her clothes were on the ground around her, while Tom slowly thrust into her with his thick, cock, heavy balls swaying with every motion.

Sharon stared. How did Janice get that big?  She’d always been a little flat up top. Had she gone to a doctor? No. There hadn’t been enough time.

Her moans and grunts were animalistic, not at all like the ambitious person Sharon had read about.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she said between moans. “Fuck me… Fuck your slut, Tom… Fuck me…”

“I will.” Tom didn’t slow down. “But what are you going to do for me?”

“C-cook and clean… wash… and… and… Make babies!” That last came out as a squeal as her body arched, Tim lifting her feet off the floor as he slammed his cock home, semen just flowing down her thighs as hit load overflowed her pussy.

Sharon stared, eyes wide, and then carefully backed off.

Janice had never even talked about babies before today.

What the fuck?

But it was time to get her scoop. And with that, she headed down the corridor, Janice’s moans following her.