Chapter 1 - Can't Handle a Cocktail

Katy moaned and came once more. Her body jerked about on the toilet seat, legs kicking out as she suckled on her cock, which slammed into her throat of its own volition. Turgid veins throbbed across its surface, pumping in tandem with the tide of semen that rushed through every inch and sprayed down her gullet. Each drop was viscous enough to cling to her oesophagus, which let the phallus slide deeper, using its own ejaculate as lube. The shape bulged from her throat as it disappeared into her bottomless cleavage.

She kept her hands on her tits, giving herself a boob job. Not that she had any say in the matter – it would use her breasts with, or without her consent. Regardless, Katy took her own joy from the act. She rolled her nipples in her fingers, pinching and pulling in equal measures. Each action incited a deep rooted moan, echoed by the lurid slurps of her pussy.

An eight-inch vibrator whirled about in her cunt, unknowingly finding and striking her favourite spots. Juices dripped into the water below, while the dildo remained aloft, held aloft by her carnal muscles alone. Katy whimpered and clenched her thighs together, pleading for her cock to stop. Cum stopped gushing, now a mere dribble down her gob, before sliding back to ‘look’ at her, cum and spit linking it to her lips. Sometimes she believed it really could see her.

“You done?” Katy rasped and wiped at her face, smearing it in the aftermath. Her cock swayed side-to-side. Fresh semen drooled from the fissure along its peak, thicker than any paste she’d seen, almost like cement mix. The odour extended toward her, seductive in its overwhelming virility, like a thousand men had jerked off before her. She leaned forward, tongued extended to lick up the dribble, before it pulled away.

She flexed the invisible network of muscles beneath her skin, the ones that no one but Katy possessed, hoping to cajole the elusive prick toward her. The problem with her cock, was its semi-sentience. It was her dick, but it wasn’t hers. Pulses of pleasure travelled down its length, into her body proper and to her brain. It intended to fuck her… again.

Such was the problem of having a cock for a tail, she supposed. It wriggled about, pressing the bulk of its body against Katy’s snatch, pushing her fingers away and dislodging the vibrator within. The dildo plopped into the toilet below, splashing water and droplets of her juices onto her thighs. Katy was left panting, unable to prevent what was to come and, to a lesser extent, unwilling to. It was hard to refuse such treatment. Not only for the stubborn nature of her tail, yet also for the inevitable pleasure that would come.

When it approached her snatch, Katy sighed and spread her legs. She reached down to her pussy, stroked it from bottom to top, lingering on the clit, and parted the lips. A man had never sunk more than a few fingers inside her, however it was difficult to tell, given how loose her pussy was. Several years of masturbation, and living with an unruly cocktail, gave her quite the experienced cunt. Not that her dick would let a man’s member anywhere close.

“Fuck, that’s so wet,” Katy said and glanced at her tail. It quivered, its lust barely constrained in the presence of her pussy, which dripped fluids into the water. A thin layer coated the insides of her thighs, spread around by the whirring of her drowned vibrator.

Her cock waved in place, as if waiting for her permission. It wasn’t. All it was doing was teasing her, waiting until she asked for it to fuck her, to part her inner walls with the blunt, bell-shaped crown. From the head, her dick burgeoned into a dense trunk of virile might, new veins popping out the lower it went until they formed a dense network. Only one vein was constant as it travelled along the bottom of her cock. That one was responsible for delivering all her cum.

She bit her lip. It was like an arcade game now. The story was always the same, ending with her inevitable defeat, yet she couldn’t stop playing it. Anticipation and lust intertwined as she stared. Her cock remained docile, its only movement a subtle swaying that rippled along its girth. On a good day, she would hold out for an entire hour, sometimes even get it to back down. Today was not one. She’d dealt with a wet dream that morning, suffered through work – with a slutty co-worker strutting about – and now her pussy was dripping wet. If she didn’t cum soon, her cock would go haywire again.

Just like at the coffee shop. Rita still hadn’t talked to her, or even glanced her way at work. A result that she couldn’t risk tonight, not at the party.

“Just, ugh, just get on with it,” Katy said and reclined against the basin. If she had the time, or the willpower, she might have waited. Not now. Not tonight, she couldn’t turn up horny and with a disobedient cocktail. Even as a single cog in a machine of finance, in a much larger holdings company, her demeanour reflected on everyone else. Especially the CEO.

Her cock stiffened at her words, as if upset by them, then gave what looked like a shrug, and then it pressed into her opening. Just like a dick; so long as it got wet, it didn’t care. When her folds parted around it, Katy moaned and fondled her tits, pinching the nipples as her cock slithered deeper into her pussy. Sensations ignited as it shoved against her cervix. It writhed against the barrier, stretching her walls and distorting her abdomen.

Katy alternated between lustful groping and massages on her breasts. She rolled the nipples in her fingers, pulling and twisting them as her cock tried in vain to enter her womb. Failing that, it slid back and pulled a drawn out, deep moan from her. When the bulbous crown tugged on her lips, it rammed forward, bulging from her stomach. She let her head lean against the wall, moans and gasps escaping her. The sounds turned to a pleasured whine as she tugged on her nipples, stretched them until the pleasure turned to pain, then released. They snapped back into place with a heavy jiggle.

The cock retracted and surged within her. It arched as it pushed, testing her cervix’s integrity, before it settled on brute force. The next entry was swift and brutal, better described as a tackle that would make a pro footballer beam with pride. On any other woman, such a thrust might have hurt. Not Katy. She’d tolerated, and even welcomed similar treatment before.

Slow retreat then a full force punch. On exit, her pussy slurped like a true slut, suckling on the cock that was, in essence, its sibling. Her fluids dripped into the bowl and coated the tail. The light above her glistened off its skin, like it was lathered in a rich oil. She jerked and moaned as a spurt of warmth inundated her canal, before it leaked to join its counterpart below. She shuddered at the heat and lurid noises. Her pussy squelched on the next thrust.

“Come on,” Katy said with a glance at the time. She only had half an hour left to get ready. Which meant recovering, showering and getting dressed. Presuming her cock would hurry and finish. It seemed to have some grasp of urgency, as the slow exits turned rapid. Each thrust was a swift punch to her womb, still demanding entry.

Her stomach fell and rose in tandem. The shape stretched toward her tits, as though her cock missed their soft embrace, but was unwilling to abandon her sublime cunt. She couldn’t blame it for that. She felt everything it did after all. Separate in mind, but not in body, Katy was subject to its every pleasure, every sensation that it enjoyed. Her pussy dripped and clung to it like a skin-tight sleeve, while the walls rippled on each thrust, quivering in burgeoning ecstasy.

It was a symbiotic bliss. As her cock thrust, it burned with pleasure, which echoed in her pussy and cycled back to her dick, and vice versa. Even if it only made slow moves, the pleasure was double anything a normal person could experience. She could cum in five minutes at a languid pace. But she didn’t have five minutes. One was barely sufficient.

And her cock knew it. As her pleasure rose, so too did her cock swell, filling and stretching her cunt, which poured its lusts now. The folds were stretched taut at the entrance, her clit forced to curve inward and grind into the tail. Katy’s hands clenched around her tits, nails sunk into the flesh, while her nipples throbbed into her palms. Her eyes rolled and drool escaped her lips. Powered by concealed yet dangerous muscles, her cock pounded her faster and harder. Juices splashed all over the place; her thighs, stomach, feet, floor. Even the shower curtain.

Her moans ascended into cries as bombs detonated at her core. Blissful flames seared her senses as they roared through her body, gathering in her head, shrouding it in a smoky haze of ecstasy. Her cock shuddered and buried itself deeper, where it held, then shivered again as a series of bulbs passed through its length. When they entered, her cries jumped in pitch and held as her walls were stretched anew.

As her air ran short, her cries turned to short grunts and moans. Her body jerked with bolts of pleasure, thighs closing and opening, while her pussy squelched and drooled like a ravenous animal. Her tail made short thrusts at random intervals, each time mashing its peak against her womb. Bundles of sperm-rich semen spurted into her, most of it churning within her rippling hole and turning to foam, while entire handfuls found their past her cervix. They filled her womb until the bulge of her tail lost definition.

The orgasm ran its course. Katy’s tail slipped free with a wet slurp and sprayed the last of its load onto her engorged stomach, while ounces of the stuff dripped from within her. She rubbed at her snatch. It was sore from the pounding and over-sensitised after the elongated orgasm. Seed clung to her fingers and formed long, viscous ropes as she pulled them away.

“Good thing I’m on the pill,” Katy said and licked up the mess. Whatever she said about her cock, no matter how she whined about it, many of her favourite indulgences came from it. Masturbation became a self-fuck festival, the kind no dildo could truly match, not to mention the pleasure when it went completely rampant. The coffee shop floated to her mind’s surface. Part of her wished she could let loose like that all the time.

Another part, however, bound and gagged the idea and locked it in the dankest pit of her thoughts. There it would stay until her libido broke it free once more. Katy sighed and stood, one hand on the wall to stabilise herself; her legs quivered, on the verge of giving out if she entrusted too much weight. She turned on the shower and sat under the spray, washing off the stench of sex. The water turned murky as it drained away.

Time wasn’t her ally. She allowed herself ten minutes to recover before she rushed to clean herself, and to push out as much jizz that she could, before climbing out, drying, then getting dressed. She was running late. Hopefully the traffic wouldn’t be bad.

It was. By the time she arrived at the party – a gala held at the CEO’s parents ‘small’ mansion – she was six minutes late. Not that anyone would notice. As she entered, she noticed that most, if not all, the guests had wine or martinis. The laughter was defining, almost enough to drown out the music. No doubt a trance-inducing techno beat like the songs her boss enjoyed. To her surprise, it was actually a tasteful piece of Mozart. As it wound down, it shifted into Bach.

Without all the snobbish people around, dressed in their elegant dresses or suits, Katy might’ve relaxed. Instead, she hurried to a corner, near a speaker, and nursed a half-filled martini – getting drunk was high on her list of ‘do nots’. She’d dressed for the occasion, of course. A simple, silk and lace dress that extended to her knees at the front and continued at her back, with a low neckline that emphasised her already prodigious bust. Several eyes leered at her and attempted to get close, but she shifted from corner to corner.

Around her waist, hidden by a sash and tactful folds, was her tail. This was its usual position, held in place through bondage, while she attempted to become a literal wallflower and escape attention. Such a thing was impossible, however, with as voluptuous a figure as hers. Her boss soon found her and, as the gracious host, went over to greet her. Despite Katy arriving several minutes beforehand.

“Hi, Katy. Glad you could make it. I almost thought you weren’t coming.” Her tone implied that ‘thought’ was ‘hoped’. Though not one to assume, Katy expected that her boss, Jen Kaufner, was jealous, and without good reason. Of the two, Katy would call Jen the bigger woman, if only in physical stature.

Being German descent, Jen had strong features. A large nose and thick lashes over spear-like blue eyes. If her nose hooked at all, she would be comparable to a hawk, instead it remained straight and ended above her full lips, which were layered with gloss and red. Some had rubbed off. No doubt onto some of the top investors’ cheeks or lips.

Katy made no inclination at her thoughts as she addressed the taller woman. Half a foot separated them. Compounded with Jen’s slightly broad shoulders, she made for an intimidating sight. Yet she lost none of her femininity in the process, despite the tones of muscle throughout her form.

“Sorry, I was running late. How’s the party?” Katy asked, dripping her own voice with accusations of Jen’s overt friendliness toward her male guests. A glance behind the CEO showed that several of them, most with wives, were ogling her. The women didn’t seem upset, already formulating revenge sex with a neighbour or gardener perhaps.

“Same old, same old,” Jen rolled her eyes, “Did you get that report done?”

“Yeah. It’ll be sitting on your desk Monday morning,” Katy said, annoyance in her tone. This was the third extra report she’d been slammed with in as many days, all because a few brown-nosed asses sucked up to Jen about it.

“Thanks again. It’s a big help,” Jen said and, far as Katy could discern meant it. Unlike most in her office, Katy couldn’t find it in her to outright detest the woman. She was too eager to please the masses, that’s all. If one person could handle three others’ workload, then she’d take that option. On top of that, she appreciated it. The bonuses in Katy’s bank account attested to that fact.

“No problem. So, any reason for tonight?”

“Not really. Just gotta keep up appearances around the money-bags, you know? Wouldn’t wear this otherwise,” Jen chuckled and gestured to her outfit, a sight Katy had been avoiding. Now, as her eyes followed the movement, her cock shifted within its prison. Three words that described Jen’s appearance; tall, powerful and voluptuous.

Katy threw back her martini and grimaced at the taste. It was better than letting her eyes focus.

“Anyway, could you give me a hand tonight? I can only be in so many places at once, so I could use you and your, uh… assets.”

Anything to keep from staring at her, “Sure. Just butter ‘em up, right?”

“Right. Thanks again!” Jen said and left to flirt with another married man, though his wife seemed just as enamoured by the German’s body as he was. By their body language, a potential threesome wasn’t far behind. Katy shook herself and grabbed another martini, this one full to the brim, glugged it down and grabbed a third. Then she headed to a group of sharp dressed men, all in their mid-fifties, and followed Jen’s example. Meanwhile, her cock somehow sneered at their presence.

Perhaps it was reactive to her sexuality, but her dick refused to be active around men. Katy preferred girls, though she had nothing against a handsome guy. They just didn’t do anything for her. Besides help keep her paycheques coming. She kept her eyes level to theirs, not letting on that she knew they were trying to burn holes in her clothes with their gazes. If only they could, she thought and chuckled at a dumb joke one made. How would they react to her cocktail? Probably yell and get her and Jen fired somehow.

Overtime, she fell into a routine around them. Giggle, sip her drink, and breathe deeply, despite their repugnant cologne, as she was enamoured by them. As she found her rhythm, her mind was free to roam. And where else would it go, but back to Jen’s body. She chided her tail, blaming it for the thoughts. But it wasn’t wholly responsible. She wanted to be anywhere but with these people, and imagining a naked or stripping Jen made that half-real.

Everyone was called to the dining room now, allowing Katy to slip away from her male admirers. She took a seat at the end of the table, next the head, where Jen chose to sit, casting a grateful smile her way. A quick glimpse around the setting revealed that most eyes were fixed on them. Curses came in all forms. Katy bore two, one as an incorrigible cocktail, and the other in the form of her curves.

She had no right to have such a figure. Yet she did. Breasts on par with melons, close to her head, sleek waist that offered a hint of softness, and hips few people could look away from. On top of that, her ass depressed under her weight, swallowing the chair as she relaxed into it. This was normal.

People stared. People lusted. People undressed her with their eyes. It’d been that way for a long time, and got worse when she ignored all the attention. The illusive hot girl. Much as she hated to admit it, the notion was enticing for her as well. One reason why she might not dislike Jen as others did.

Strength and femininity collided not one foot from her in the form of a woman she could never have. Not just for the cock she had tied under her dress, but Jen’s position in the company. How would that look in the eyes of the public, a boss sleeping with their co-worker, who also had a four-foot cock? Perhaps if people like Katy became commonplace, then it’d be fine with a few PR tricks.

“That’ll never happen though,” Katy sighed and took a sip of complimentary wine. The alcohol buzzed in the background, relaxing her, regardless of what she wanted. Somehow, she looked around and saw a painting, or a vase, or a random person and she would find a way to bring it back to Jen. It was becoming an obsession in a single night.

Several dings broke her thoughts. Jen had stood up, breasts wobbling as they settled back into the embrace of her tight dress, with a glass in hand, proposing a toast.

“Thank you all for coming tonight. It’s good to see some of you,” she shot a glance at Katy, though not one of welcoming, “And great to see others. I appreciate some of our people working so hard to organise this event, at the cost of some all-nighters of course. Anyway, I don’t want to ramble, so, here’s to all of you!”

Again, she seemed genuine at times, like a good person. And others, like now, she was a snob. Those people who worked on this event were little more than cogs for her, people whose job was to work on stuff like this. If they didn’t, then what were they even doing? Not like they had lives outside of work. Even after Katy relieved her of flirting with more unfaithful bastards, she was unhappy to have her there. For obvious reasons.

In a neutral view, she and Katy were the hottest girls there. Jen had the edge, but that didn’t alleviate her inherent jealousy. People with power, or curves, are afraid of others with the same. Katy rested her head in a hand and waited for the appetisers to be brought out, while stealing glances at Jen’s figure. When she laughed, her chest bounce like jelly. She turned away and showed off how her ass stretched her dress, flattening folds and creases. Katy wouldn’t mind groping either tit or ass for a moment.

“Shit,” Katy said, a hiss under her breath as her cock squirmed. After years of being constrained this way, it had long since figured out how to escape. It slipped from around her waist and out from under her dress. Katy clenched, hoping to stop it, but her muscles weren’t her own anymore. She sighed and relaxed. Whether she resisted or not, her work life was over. Might as well fuck Jen while she had the chance.

She shot a wane smile at Jen as her tail worked under the table and brushed against her leg. Being the host for everybody present, and a figure of dignity, Jen had no choice but to ignore the touch as she chatted with her other neighbour. Her swift glances to Katy made it clear she knew the culprit. It made no sense thought, that she wouldn’t do something to disparage her.

This was the opposite. It almost seemed like she was inviting Katy, offering her to have some fun. Even in the realm of fantasies, this was harder. Her cock slid beneath the hem of Jen’s dress, nudging into her thighs. Only an idiot wouldn’t suspect something strange was up, yet Jen remained steadfast in her conversation. There was something phallic pressed against her skin, something like snake with a mushroomed head. She should suspect a serpent if nothing else.

Katy observed her as the cock found the woman’s panties. They were flush against her privates, no hair or unwelcome arousal to disrupt the smooth lace. She urged her dick into action, permitting it to lap along the mound and press into it, damning any consequence this might reap. All Jen showed was a slight incline to her pitch. She didn’t so much as look in Katy’s direction.

A slight wetness greeted her cock now as Jen’s face grew flushed. The appetisers were placed before them, Jen asked for a cold glass of water, as if her sudden arousal were due to the wine. Katy frowned but dug into her own meal, disguising the pleasant sensations of her cock under the guise of enjoying the food. Not a hard trick, given that the scallops were on par with any fine-dining place she’d seen on tv.

She pressed the attack and had her cock brush Jen’s clit. The mons were engorging, filling with blood and desire, the moisture brimming over. A faint moan escaped the host as her nipples jutted from her dress. Katy and her cock agreed on one thing; this woman couldn’t be allowed to leave with her dignity intact. Before this course was over, they would make her cum.

As the panties mired against Jen’s snatch, the tail nudged them aside, peeling the underwear from the lips. For a woman of such control, it was astonishing to discover her wet she’d already become. Even Katy was forced to mask her pleasured gasp under a gulp of wine. The heat was incredible, muggy beyond compare, akin to a sauna. Her cock luxuriated in it, still teasing the engorged lips and dipping into the folds every now and then. Delicate pokes to the clit incensed the pussy to leak.

Was Jen repressing her sexual urges? It seemed likely. Perhaps she saw them as a weakness of the body, or something too base for her to indulge in. But she had no choice here. Even if she left, she would return to the same treatment. Still, though, she didn’t make any move to disrupt Katy’s fun. She wouldn’t let this go much further, would she? Katy nibbled on her bottom lip and decided not to delay. Her cock charged past the outer folds and pierced the slavering hole. Katy almost gagged on her next mouthful at the lightning furnace that enveloped her.

“Are you alright, Katy?” Jen asked.

“Fine,” Katy said and focused on maintaining her composure. Beyond a muffled yelp, Jen hadn’t made a sound and her cheeks were only flushed enough to seem like makeup. The bitch. On impulse, Katy slammed her tail into her boss. Finally, she got the response she sought. Jen jolted in her chair, cutlery clattering against the table as she gripped the edge. A low sigh of pleasure escaped her as she looked between her legs and saw what was happening.

Katy hid her smirk in a long sip of wine. It was a red number of some kind. She didn’t have much of a taste for wine, though she doubted someone like Jen would skimp on it. The stuff was strong, emboldening her to have her cock slip out and wave at the gawking woman, then stuffing it back inside before Jen could close her thighs. They shared a moaned at the penetration and a knowing glance a moment later.

Someone at the other end called for Jen’s attention, forcing her to reaffirm the dignity she’d lost. Cheeks flushed and eyes only half-focused, she conversed with the speaker, voice raised to project across such a distance. Katy wasn’t about to spare her. She took full control of her tail and had it thrash about inside her boss, stretching the tunnel in several directions on each thrust, while the bulk of the tail bunched against her entrance to slam into her clit. Amidst the white noise of cutlery and conversation, the squelches and whorish slurps were hidden. Only Jen and Katy were aware of them.

“Faster, faster, faster,” Katy murmured under her breath. Alcohol and lust commanded her mind, firing warning shots at any common sense that dared interfere, leaving only enough that she could continue eating. Most of the meal was gone now, hence Katy’s hurry. Her boss was struggling to keep the conversation going above a few, uninterested mumbles. She bit her lips to stifle the worsening crescendo of moans.

Despite herself, Jen’s legs slipped apart and her hips stretched toward Katy’s tail. From her crotch, extended a bulge that ended midway up her abdomen, where Katy’s dick pounded into her cervix, demanding entry in the same way it would for its owner. This time it was Katy’s will, however. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of this moment, though not surrounded by crusty old perverts and a few friends from work.

If they were alone, her hands would be exploring every inch of Jen’s form. Those breasts, her stomach, her ass, and her pussy above all else. Her cock had that covered, and more so as, with an uninhibited thrust, it broke into Jen’s womb. The woman writhed and yelped as a mix of pain and ecstasy wracked her body.

She kept her face lowered, hair falling to cover the right of it. Only Katy was in position to see her eyes roll, her lips spread into a delirious smirk, and her chin drip with drool. A few feet below, her pussy clamped around the invading tail, panties soaked through and tucked round her bulbous mons, while the chair became soaked in her juices. People quieted and frowned as a jet of her fem-cum splashed the floor. A few guests wore sandals and were close enough to be splashed.

Katy grinned at the CEO. She still hadn’t cum yet. Even if she tried to stop now and leave Jen alone, her cock would take charge and finish the job. Then Jen surprised her. She cleaned up her appearance as best she could, and stood, dress falling to mostly cover the writher appendage squirming within her uterus. If Katy looked close enough, the bulge was obvious through the fabric around her stomach.

“Katy, a word in private please?”

Katy stood and, in an inescapably awkward walk, they left the room and headed into the toilets. As expected, they were grand, designed to show off wealth. Gold glittered off the lights, while the pristine, white stalls stood opposite a set of sinks equipped with what looked like diamonds for the taps. Excess only scraped the surface of such a room.

But neither paid much attention to the grandeur beyond a glance. Jen locked the door behind them and whirled on Katy, yanking her into a hard kiss, one that involved tongue from the start, like a virgin’s first time. With a skilled twist of her cock, Katy forced Jen to back off, before asserting herself in the affair. This time, she kept the kiss tame, gradually leading it into a sloppy back and forth of spit.

“I don’t care what you are,” Jen panted later. They had stripped down and were laying on the floor, Katy on top while her cock curled over her raised rump. It thrust between their bodies, sliding across their cunts and meeting their faces. They licked and suckled on it, too caught in each other’s lust to care where it had been a moment ago, “Just keep fucking me.”

“Planned on it,” Katy moaned as she willed her cock to thrust back into Jen’s pussy. Each thrust made it grind along her own snatch, doubling the stimulation. This was closer to what she fantasied about on a near-daily basis. This, with her boss pinned down, legs splayed beneath her, while their tits collided and crushed each other into delightful pancakes, was her dream. The fact her cock was exploring Jen’s womb was the just the icing.

“Cum in me,” Jen gasped as her pleasure swelled once more.

“You on birth control?” Katy didn’t care. Her mind was her cock’s for the time being, a buzzing hive of desire, ranging from simple domination, to flooding this woman’s womb with cum. This wasn’t a loss of control, though, rather it was a release. Day and night, she dealt with this desire. On the rare occasions that it got beyond her, she refused to truly enjoy herself.

Not this time. She moaned and rolled her hips with Jen’s own moves, while her tongue toyed with the boss’s, and their hands entwined. Jen gripped her harder, moans building to cries as she came once more. Katy, meanwhile, was nearing her own.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Jen cried, though whether it was in response to Katy’s question or not remained to be seen. Regardless, Katy was all too happy to keep fucking her. The tail quivered, swelled and launched a series of rapid punches, before going silent. Katy matched her boss’s cries and more as bulb after bulb of cum was carried through her cock, before exploding into Jen’s womb. Several spurts later and the pressure was too much, causing heavy blasts of cum to escape and splatter their thighs.

Once the orgasm receded, and Jen was left insensate with a swollen belly, Katy stood and stretched.

“Oh man, that was good. I’m so fired, but I needed that,” she said and pulled on her dress. She crouched over Jen and groped her breasts, eager to bask in their plushness while she still could. She couldn’t forever, though, and unlocked the door.

“Shit!” Someone squeaked as it slid open. Several girls were stood outside, their posture making it clear that they’d been listening. Katy, still riding the high after sex and the alcohol in her system, smirked and slid her tail into view. She was already gonna get fired, possibly arrested, why not completely let loose.

-Several days later-

Katy hadn’t been sacked yet. Apparently, no one had mentioned anything that happened that night. She almost believed Jen, and the numerous other girls, had thought it was a dream or that they were really drunk. That prospect vanished when Jen called her into her office late one afternoon. After she stepped in, the door was locked and she was jumped by the woman.

“Get that tail in me now, Katy,” Jen growled, though it was more a plea. She looked haggard, and the room reeked of sex. Panic slowly gave out to lust as Katy registered the words. After tasting that release last time, Katy didn’t hesitate long before she gave in and let her cock run loose. They were together this time, rather than Katy merely following her inane lust and intoxication.

Over the following weeks, she was called in time and again. It shouldn’t have surprised her, then, that Jen one day announced she was pregnant. Of course the rich girl wouldn’t use birth control, and no condom on earth would fit Katy’s cock, not to mention they didn’t give a thought to it at all. It was a pleasant, if terrifying, surprise. One that got worse when Jen also reported that several of the other girls, those who were invited to the party almost two months ago, were also pregnant. She, then, pointed out how unfair it was that Katy had gotten them all pregnant.

And so, after several more weeks of persuasion, and a hint of blackmail, Katy had discontinued her birth control. She fell pregnant not long after.

“So,” Jen said one evening as they left the office, “Fancy dinner?”

And so, Katy’s inability to handle her alcohol and cocktail, led her to date her boss. What other craziness could possibly come her way?