Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 01

The gorgeous model Kate Upton had been featured in the magazine several times, and was scheduled to be in the office today for this month's cover photo shoot. Instead of working, Kate layed down on the floor so she could eat every pussy being offered to her. A line of women stood waiting their turn behind Kate and her current partner. Cassandra saw one of the last women who had resisted get in the back of the line where each woman waited their turn to sit on Kate's face until they came.

The oldest and youngest employees played together as well. Naomi was on the floor, laying on top of Ivy in a sixty-nine position. They had positioned themselves so their mouths were right next to each others pussies. Naomi didn't seem to mind that Ivy was old enough to be her grandmother as she munched down on Ivy's gray-haired pussy. Ivy sighed and moaned as she tasted the sweet flesh of a beautiful young girl while the young one licked her dry pussy.

Cassandra couldn't help being mesmerized by the perverse sights that surrounded her. She felt slightly aroused by all this debauchery, but the uneasiness and awkwardness of it all far outweighed that feeling. Cassandra was about to say 'Fuck it' and leave when her telephone rang, which scared Cassandra half to death. She jumped out of her chair from fright before calming herself enough to answer the call.

"Ms. Dworkin, this is Helen. Ms. O'Hara would like to see you now." Cassandra could see Catherine's secretary on the phone talking to her from across the room. Helen's pussy was still being worked on by Grace underneath the desk, but now an additional woman was standing behind Helen. The new woman had pulled down on Helen's clothes to free her large bosom from her blouse. Helen's breasts were squeezed and nipples pinched by the new woman while she sucked on Helen's neck. You would never be able to tell from Helen's tone over the phone that she was being eaten out the same time her breasts were being massaged. Cassandra couldn't help but feel amused at how the woman was still all-business.

This felt like a trap if there ever was one, Cassandra thought. But Cassandra had an axe to grind and wanted to give Catherine a piece of her mind about the type office the editor-in-chief was running. Cassandra never backed down from a challenge, and now she wanted to show the bully that she wasn't afraid and that she would never succumb to her base desires like the rest of the weaklings in this office. Cassandra stood up and walked to O'Hara's office, receiving a wink from Helen as she walked in. Grace and the other woman had mouths over both Helen's breasts, and were using their teeth and tongues to stimulate Helen's nipples.

Catherine threw the double doors open as she marched into Catherine's office. Ms. O'Hara was sitting at her desk, cutting and pasting images from different magazines together on a sheet. Catherine still retained creative control over what would be on the cover for each issue. She was currently working on a grotesque pastiche where she took photos of scantily clad women in sexual poses and combined them with images of animals pasted where the women's heads should be. Cassandra noticed squid and bug heads in place of models' heads. Catherine used a ruler to cut as straight and precisely as possible. When she looked up at Cassandra's entrance, Cassandra could see that she still had the same empty stare looking out from her eyes.

"Don't sit." Catherine ordered. She left the scissors on the table but held onto the ruler as she stood up. "I've noticed that you have been arriving to work late a lot. Do you feel the rules no longer apply to you?"

Cassandra snapped back, "From the looks of things, it doesn't look like any rules apply any more."

Catherine huffed as she paced back and forth. "So impudent." Catherine asked, "This is still a workplace, is it not? I expect rules of dress, timeliness and professionalism to be strictly followed or else you will be shown the door."

"That's fine by me. I can make it without debasing myself for this job. And what's wrong with how I dress anyways? I dress way more professionally than some of the sluts I've seen working here."

Catherine grinned at Cassandra and replied, "The problem with your dress is that you still have it on." Cassandra began blushing while Catherine continued, "You think you can just find another job? Just like that? In this economy?"

Cassandra bit her lip as she thought about the stacks of unpaid bills piling up on her kitchen counter. Missing just one paycheck would likely ruin her. "I'll find something." Cassandra said. "I can no longer work in this type of environment."

"If you leave, I am contacting every magazine, newspaper, temp service, and hot dog stand in a fifty mile radius and telling them never to hire Cassandra Dworkin. Who would want to hire such a bitter and disloyal employee?"

Cassandra began to worry now. Catherine had a lot of influence in the industry and could probably blacklist Cassandra from any of the good jobs still remaining in this city. "Are you blackmailing me?"

Catherine walked closer to Cassandra and said, "That all depends on your perspective. I see it as giving you a last chance to keep your job. You are a great editor, and your work shows a lot of promise. I would hate to lose you. I also believe you have a lot of hidden talents just waiting to be shared." Catherine winked at Cassandra as she said the last part. "That being said, you are way out of line and have prove to me that you deserve to keep this job."

"What do I need to do?" Cassandra asked desperately.

"Accept your punishment and then we can move on from this unpleasantness," Catherine replied. She walked behind Cassandra and smacked her ass through the back of her skirt. Cassandra gasped at the sudden stinging pain on her bum. Catherine's hand lingered on Cassandra's ass for a few seconds and gave Cassandra's pained buttcheek a gentle rub.

Catherine put her mouth next to Cassandra's ear and commanded, "Bend over the desk."

Cassandra made a small noise in her throat and made as if to resist when Catherine demanded more insistently, "Do it. Now, bitch." Cassandra couldn't explain why she went along with it. It was partly due to her desperation of needing just a few more days at this job before she could escape. It might also be because she was sick of resisting and felt close giving up. But she also had to finally admit that she was really turned on. She had fantasized about this exact scenario of being dominated and spanked someday, but had never imagined it could happen in real life.

Cassandra bent over and extended the palms of her hands to the end of the desk. The outline of Cassandra's posterior revealed itself through her tight skirt. "Push that ass out more," Catherine commanded. Cassandra stepped her high-heeled shoes forward slightly and leaned her back upwards so her ass was pointing right up at Catherine's face.

While Anna was prettier and had larger breasts than her sister, the one advantage Cassandra's body possessed was a perfect ass. Cassandra's backside was just plump enough with not to much fat. Catherine was appreciating the view now.

"Now lift your shirt up above your waist," Catherine ordered.

Cassandra held her pose as she reached her hands back and pulled her knee-high skirt up above her waist. She put her hands back on the desk. In her rush to leave this morning, Cassandra had grabbed the first clean pair of underwear she could find. It happened to be very unsexy granny panties that she normally only wore during the part of her cycle when she was menstruating. Catherine didn't seem to mind as she let out a grunt of appreciation and said, "This ass definitely has to be your best asset. Of which you have many."

Catherine grabbed the sides of Cassandra's underwear in one hand and squeezed the material together. She pulled up on the fabric so that the underwear was wedged in the crack of Cassandra's ass. Cassandra let out a sigh involuntarily as the fabric rode up on her and rubbed against her vulva. With Cassandra's buttocks now prominently displayed, Catherine squeezed and pinched both of her cheeks. Catherine ran the ruler she held down the spine of Cassandra's back, causing Cassandra to shudder as she felt a tickling sensation throughout her body.

THWACK! Cassandra cried out as the ruler was smacked hard on her left asscheek. SMACK! Cassandra cried out again when the ruler made contact with her other cheek. "Are you going to be late again, Cassie?"

"No, Ms. O'Hara."

"You may refer to me as Mistress." WHAP!

"Yes, Mistress. I won't be late again. I promise." Cassandra couldn't help thinking about how hot this was through the pain. She could feel herself becoming more aroused.

"Are you going to listen and follow orders from now on?" THWAP!

"Yes, Mistress."

"Will you be nicer to your friend Alexis? I think you are starting to hurt her feelings when you refuse her all the time" SMACK!

"Yes, Mistress. Whatever you want." Red imprints now covered Cassandra's ass. While it hurt, she had a fairly high pain tolerance and it didn't bother her that much.

THWACK! Catherine hit Cassandra one more time, this one the hardest yet. "I think you have learned your lesson. You can be done."

"Mistress, may I please have another?" Cassandra couldn't help herself, she had always dreamed about asking or being asked this.

"Oh, so that's how it is? Gladly." Catherine swung the ruler across Cassandra's entire ass, smacking both asscheeks at the same time. Cassandra grunted in pain as the force of the blow rocked her forward. Catherine put her hand between Cassandra's cheeks and rubbed Cassandra's pussy through her underwear. "Oh my," Catherine marvelled. Cassandra felt ashamed when she heard the squishy noise of Catherine rubbing the outside of her vagina. She had become so turned on by the spanking that she had completely soaked through her underwear.

"I want to fuck you so badly right now." Catherine said. "But another has been given the gift of turning you."

Cassandra looked back at Catherine. "Excuse me?" she asked.

"Never mind that." Catherine waved her hand. "Attend to your clothes and get back to work. The job is yours for as long as you want it. You earned it."

Cassandra readjusted her underwear and pulled her skirt back down as she stood up. "Thank you," she said to Catherine resentfully.

"Hopefully you will behave yourself and another one of these little sessions will not be necessary." Catherine brought the fingers that had been touching Cassandra to her mouth and tasted them. "Unless you want to misbehave on purpose so we can do this again." Catherine laughed playfully and then said, "You may go."

While Cassandra walked out Catherine had to have the last word as usual. "I can't wait until the next time we converse. I expect the Versace piece on my desk before the end of the day." Catherine turned back to her work and waved her hand at Cassandra dismissively as if nothing untoward had occurred in her office.

When Cassandra re-entered the office, little had changed. The orgy continued, with partners being the only thing that had switched while Cassandra and Catherine had their little "conference". Cassandra sat back at her desk and tried to zone out the surrounding depravity. She tried to think of a final recourse to solve this issue and eventually decided to call the owner of the newspaper, Xavier Magnuson. She dialed the number for his office phone, but got his secretary instead.

A female voice on the other side of the line said, "Magnuson Publishing. This is Xavier Magnuson's office. How may I help you?"

"I need to speak with Mr. Magnuson immediately."

"May I ask who is speaking?"

"This is Cassandra Dworkin. I work at Fashionistas on the 69th floor."

"What is the nature of your call?"

"Only I can tell him. Please put him on."

"Ma'am, Mr. Magnuson is an extremely busy individual. This needs to be a true emergency for him to answer a call at this time."

"It is one. Please put him on.

"Please hold."

Cassandra heard soft piano music filtering through the handpiece as she waited, tapping her foot impatiently. Cassandra groaned when she noticed a very naked Alexis leading a stark naked Ivy to her desk. Though Alexis was pushing middle age, Ivy still had to have at least forty years older. Cassandra had only seen a naked woman this old when as a little girl she had seen her grandmother getting out of the shower. Ivy had short, curly gray hair and wore thick, bronze wire glasses. Her arms and legs were wrinkled and wiry, though she had folds of fat bunching on her stomach and around her pelvis. Her breasts sagged sharply to either side of her chest. Ivy was like the office grandmother, always baking cookies and bringing candy for her coworkers. An excellent seamstress, Ivy often took women's ripped or damaged dresses and repaired them at home.

"Hey, Cass," Alexis said as she sat on the edge of her desk. "Good afternoon, dear," said old, sweet Ivy to Cassandra as she sat on Alexis' desk chair. Alexis spread her legs open as she put her hands back on the desk and set her feet on each arm of the chair. Alexis' pussy gaped open for Cassandra and Ivy to view. Alexis had a large bush of pubic hair surrounding her vagina, which Cassandra noticed was the exact same light red color as Alexis' scalp. Ivy took two of her withered fingers and extended them until they touched Alexis' pussy. Ivy rubbed her fingers against Alexis' labia before moving them apart to spread Alexis open. She stuck two of her fingers inside Alexis as she sighed.

"Oh, how nice," Ivy said as her fingers penetrated inside Alexis' cunt. "You feel so warm and wet."

"That's right, baby."

Ivy seemed to be content exploring Alexis with the tips of her fingers, but Alexis was growing impatient. She brought her hand forward to grab Ivy by the wrist and jammed her wrinkly fingers into Alexis' cunt. Alexis put her hand back behind herself and moaned as Ivy moved her fingers in and out of Alexis' slit. Alexis rocked her pelvis back against Ivy's fingers so that her digits penetrated deeper.

"Come on, you sexy old broad. Come here and have a taste," Alexis said with a smile. Ivy smiled back and leaned forward to put her lips on Alexis' sex. Alexis took off Ivy's glasses and caressed her face as Ivy's mouth opened over Alexis' pussy, a surprisingly tender motion.

Cassandra had no choice but to watch the performance as she waited for the line to go off hold. Finally, the background music stopped and Cassandra heard an answer: "Ms. Dworkin?"

"This is she."

"I am afraid that Mr. Magnuson is currently indisposed. Please explain your need and I will relay it to him at a later time."

"I would rather talk directly to Mr. Magnuson." Cassandra glanced over at Alexis and Ivy again. Though Ivy's mind was as sharp as ever (or at least it had been), she had begun losing some of her dexterity as she aged. Since Ivy's tongue wasn't really able to lick Alexis flexibly enough, so she tried pleasuring the younger woman by sticking her tongue straight out and rubbing her face against Alexis' crotch. Ivy's saliva combined with the secretions of Alexis' arousal into a wet, sloppy mass that coated Alexis' genitals and Ivy's kind, aged face. Alexis didn't seem to mind, and in fact appeared to be relishing the sloppiness. Alexis put a hand on the back of Ivy's head and she rubbed her pussy against Ivy's open mouth.

"You can tell me this information and I will ensure that he is told of its importance." the secretary said. Alexis' moans were growing so loud that the secretary on the end of the line had to be hearing them. The most disturbing part was that Alexis looked straight at Cassandra as Ivy pleasured her. Alexis grinned at Cassandra following a particularly long and loud moan and motioned her head down toward Ivy and mouthed at Cassandra "Oh, fuck yeah."

Cassandra turned her back to ignore the sight and spoke quietly into the phone: "I wanted to report rampant sexual harassment taking place in my office."

"I am afraid I need more information than that. Can you please be more specific about what precisely is going on?"

"What more do you need to know?" Cassandra practically shouted. "It's like a goddamn office orgy in here. Ms. O'Hara is showing favoritism towards employees who perform sexual acts for her. Homosexuality has spread like a disease, and apparently I am the only one who hasn't been infected. Everyone other woman in the office is in the middle of fingering or eating each other out." As Cassandra finished her rant she glanced back over at Alexis and Ivy and saw that Ivy was now fingerfucking Alexis while she awkwardly tried to lick her at the same time. Alexis seemed on the verge of an orgasm and her moaning had become quiet but more high-pitched.

"Well, I only have one question Ms. Dworkin."

"And that is?"

"Why haven't you joined in yet?"

"Excuse me?"

"It sounds like everyone is enjoying themselves except for you. I suggest you stop being so uptight and have some fun."

"They've fucking gotten to you too! Haven't they? Haven't they?" Cassandra screamed into her phone.

"Bye bye now," was the last thing Cassandra heard the secretary say from the other end of the line before it clicked and the phone switched back to dial tone. Cassandra slammed the handpiece back down on to the phone set in anger. She looked back over and saw that Alexis and Ivy had finished their dalliance while she was on the phone. Ivy was wiping a greenish slime off of Alexis' pussy with her hand and devouring it greedily from her fingers.

When Alexis noticed Cassandra looking at her she stuck a few fingers in her pussy for a few seconds then removed them. Alexis hopped off the desk and walked over to Cassandra. Before Cassandra could react, Alexis lifted her hand and smeared her cum across Cassandra's cheek. Cassandra turned her face away just in time to avoid catching any of the slime on her lips. Cassandra could smell Alexis' essence on her face and also detected the same sweet scent she had smelled before on Catherine and Sherri. A now familiar voice in her head whispered naughty suggestions to her. It told her about how much pleasure she was foolishly denying to herself. About how Alexis would be willing to pleasure her in every way Cassandra desired. Cassandra felt a tingling in her loins and tried to resist pursuing the feeling any further.

"Why haven't we fucked yet?" Alexis asked despondently. "I'm starting to think you don't want to be friends any more."

"I can't be your friend like this, Alexis," said Cassandra. Yet a voice in her head tried to convince her how soft and smooth Alexis' plump, naked body would feel against her. How warm and wet Alexis' pussy must be. Alexis' breasts were large with huge areolae that covered most of the surface area of the breast. Alexis' arousal caused her nipples to point straight out and Cassandra wondered what it would feel like to have them between her teeth. Cassandra bit her lip as she used all her willpower to resist putting her hands on Alexis' body.

"You can't resist forever, Cassie." Alexis said. "We are just toying with you at this point." Alexis leaned forward to kiss Cassandra on the neck. Cassandra gave in to the enticing voice in her mind and allowed Alexis to lick and bite her neck. Alexis put her arms around Cassandra while her mouth suckled on Cassandra's neck. It felt good. Really good. Cassandra's hands that were hanging limply at her sides moved slowly up Alexis' thighs until she grasped Alexis by her fat, meaty buttocks.

"There, that's better," Alexis said as Cassandra pulled her plump body closer and squeezed and pinched Alexis' ass between her hands. Cassandra had never touched a woman's ass before, but found herself loving how it felt between her fingers. Alexis licked her way from Cassandra's neck to her face. Alexis began licking her own mess she had left on Cassandra's cheek into her mouth.