This story features WMAF raceplay, reluctantly giving in to cheating, and a breeding kink. If these aren't your thing, don't say I didn't warn you.
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The bright morning sun shone over the Oakland hills, piercing the remnants of dissipating fog hanging over the bay and illuminating an immense steel and glass phallus, rigid and erect, jabbing up from the heart of downtown San Francisco to impale the sky.
Seedforce Tower was the city's largest supertall skyscraper, a hard steel cylinder pushing 1,069 feet, tapering up with a smooth, gleaming curved surface. Poking up through the skyline, its tip was wrapped in a video screen that could be seen from across the bay on a clear day. The architecture critics hated how phallic it looked.
Jake walked out of the elevator onto the open office floor on the 54th floor. Standing at six foot four, he was a full head above the five Asian girls that left the elevator behind him. Athletic and fit with dirty blonde hair and a golden tan, his shoulders, biceps, and pecs bulged beneath the thin fabric of his tight corporate-merch Seedforce hoodie.
As the girls walked by, sneaking wide-eyed glances at his biceps, he could smell the distinct whiff of pungent cunt honey involuntarily oozing from their engorged cunt lips into their messy panties. The scent of steaming-hot desire drooling from fuck-ready pussies was unmistakable. Merely being in the presence of a hot white hunk drove these tiny twentysomething Asian girls crazy with simmering repressed need.
The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating groups of tech employees disgorged by the arriving elevators into the tumescent structure. They dispersed toward their desks, clutching lattes and hauling laptop-laden backpacks.
As he strolled slowly toward his desk, Jake had a contented grin spread across his face. It was day one of Seedforce's five-days-a-week return-to-office mandate, and he'd never seen the his floor so busy before. Seedforce was proud of its women-heavy workforce, and it was known for hiring the hottest women of any big tech company in the city.
Everywhere he looked was an achingly beautiful female body. Round, firm asses mounted on wide hips and thick thighs bounced seductively down hallways, barely concealed by tight black dresses. White crop tops into which swollen, heavy tits were stuffed, their firm cleavage pushing insistently into view, jiggled toward meeting rooms for agile ceremony meetings. There must have been an 80/20 gender ratio on his floor, Jake thought, and almost all of the women were unusually stacked.
It wasn't an accident.
As a Principal Engineer, Jake was heavily involved in the hiring process for all the technical roles in his organization.
And he had his own set of private 'strong hire' criteria.
"Hiiiii, Jake," his coworker Keiko said flirtatiously, waving to him as she waddled down the hallway, holding a Macbook Pro in one arm and clutching her full, heavy belly through her tight black maternity dress with the other. She was eight months pregnant with twins and it looked like she could barely stand.
He winked back. His mind drifted to a fond memory from eight months before, when he'd bent her skinny body over the Xerox copier after everyone else had gone home and squirted fifteen fat helpings of foaming-fresh fuck-frosting deep into her orgasming womb as she shrieked wildly, thrashing and slapping buttons in the throes of ecstasy, causing copy after copy of her big naked tits pancaked against the glass surface to blurt from the frantically beeping and violently shaking copy machine.
Keiko ducked into a meeting room, heavy belly and tits bouncing. After watching her thick ass jiggle as she went through the door and closed it behind her, Jake sat down at his desk chair, leaning back and manspreading carelessly as he flipped open his Macbook.
Peering at the little red dot on his email app icon, he clicked it.
One New Message.
It was HR.
Subject: URGENT MEETING - 9:00 am.
He rolled his eyes, sighed, slapped the laptop closed, and got up to walk over to a meeting room.
Pushing the door open, he poked a head inside to see McKenna Han, Senior People Manager, seated at the conference table with her laptop open.
McKenna looked up, her eyes locking onto his. Jake thought he saw a hint of nervousness and intimidation, and got the sense she was attracted to his body but trying hard to hide it.
He knew the look. He saw it all the time.
McKenna's dark hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, accentuating her round, soft cheeks and full lips, deep red and glistening. The morning sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a golden glow on her pale skin and sparkled in her deep brown eyes, set in Asian monolids fringed with heavy, smoky eyeshadow and thick lashes.
The heavy makeup on her single-eyelid eyes and baby-fat face gave the appearance of a youthful woman trying desperately to look older and more professional to fit into the workplace. Like many of the other young Asian women on this level, McKenna was a type-A overachiever. She'd graduated early from Yale and this was her first company right out of undergrad, and she'd been promoted after only two years. Now 23 years old and at the level of coworkers six or seven years older than her, she struggled to assert herself.
Jake smiled as his gaze drifted down the soft curve of her neck.
Maybe he could help her... open up a little.
McKenna's body was even more delicious than her cute, round face. Her waist was narrow, cinched in by the fitted white blouse that clung to her curves, accentuating the swell of her bulging DD-cup breasts, the buttons straining over them as they tugged against the thin white fabric, threatening to spill out. Her black pencil skirt fell just above her knees, hugging her wide hips and thick thighs that tapered down to long, thin legs ending in crisp black heels. For an Asian girl, she was stacked, turning heads all over the office when she walked past, assets jiggling.
"Good morning, Jake," she said, her voice smooth, betraying only the barest hint of nervous emotion. "Please, take a seat."
Jake grinned as he complied, his eyes never leaving hers as he sat down, reveling in her sumptuous hourglass curves in his peripheral vision. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken tension.
"Good to see you, McKenna," he said. "You're looking beautiful, as usual."
For a moment, she hesitated, her eyes widening slightly and her breath lightly catching in her throat as her cheeks flushed a shade of pink. Then, after a beat, she seemed to compose herself and continued.
"Thank you, Jake. I'm..." she cleared her throat, "I'm sure you're aware of the... new policies and expectations for employee behavior adopted alongside our return-to-office mandate," she said, her tone strung between her demure instincts and a performative professionalism.
Her gaze held his, a spark of something dancing in her eyes. Intrigue? Desire?
"You see, Jake," McKenna said, eyes dropping to scan a document on her laptop, "we've been... noticing some unusual activity... here on the People team."
She looked up at Jake. "Over a quarter of the employees on this floor are either visibly pregnant or currently out on maternity leave."
Her cheeks blushed pink again. She was struggling to maintain her composure.
A thrill of adrenaline shot up Jake's spine. Had McKenna really figured out his secret? That he was fucking and impregnating the hottest female coworkers on this floor with wild abandon?
Jake's mind flashed back to the memory of Keiko bent over the copier, her body writhing in ecstasy as he fucked a baby into her unprotected womb. He felt a surge of arousal at the recollection, the blood beginning to pool to his crotch, pumping his long, flaccid penis into a rising half-chub.
"And we've been noticing a... connection between many of them," she continued, staring at him with those piercing dark eyes.
For a moment, she hesitated.
"...a close mentoring relationship with you, Jake," she said softly.
For a beat, the tension hung in the air.
"Now," she said looking down at her laptop, "we don't want to rush to any conclusions. But... we need to make sure we're handling this in the..." she looked up at him again, "...most appropriate way."
She paused, her cheeks bright red, her eyes roaming over his body before returning to his face.
"So. Anything you want to... share with me?" she said.
He leaned forward and smiled.
"McKenna," Jake said, his voice deep and his tone genuine. "Is everything okay with you and Scott? I've been hearing things."
She let out a soft involuntary gasp, her breath catching sharply in her throat.
"I- my- w-what?" she stammered, caught off-guard. "What things?" She blinked nervously, and her face flushed a fierce blush, deeply reddening her pale cheeks.
Jake cocked his head to the side. "I hear you and Scott are having trouble getting pregnant," he said matter-of-factly.
"Who-who told you that?"
"Mei Chen," Jake said, keeping his tone flat and cool. "As you know, she and her husband Kyle recently got pregnant with their second baby."
McKenna was trembling, her eyes fixed on Jake, wide with anxiety. She wasn't sure what to say. Or do. Emotions roiled through her.
Jake scooted forward in his chair.
"Well, I need to tell you a secret, McKenna. It's about Mei."
He was leaning over the table now, his face only a foot from McKenna's. Her full lips had parted, and she was taking shallow breaths, eyes fixed with singleminded focus on the hot white guy in front of her.
Jake grinned. "I put those babies in her, McKenna."
McKenna let out a sharp squeak of surprise, then blinked, flustered, and tried to calm herself.
"And..." Jake continued, biting his lip and cocking his head, "...I fucked a baby into Keiko Aikawa."
McKenna's breathing was growing heavy and ragged, her big breasts heaving up and down inside her tight blouse. She never took her eyes off Jake.
"And... Lucy Chung," he continued. "And Kayla Nguyen. And Michelle Pai."
Jake started holding up fingers to keep count.
"And there was... Katie Miyoko... Tori Lu... Becky Lam... Kim Wu..."
McKenna stared, speechless. Gobsmacked.
"...Trisha Lee... Nancy Park... Bridgette Fong... Anika Vora..."
She was absolutely still, plump lips parted, jaw dropped.
"...Kelly Chau... Kylie Liu... Tiffany Wang... and... uh... oh, right, Sarah Ye-Johnson."