Linda ground her hips in slow, smug circles, smearing her juices all over Vivi's face. "One… two…" The beautiful referee started the official ten-count, voice loud and clear over the excited crowd.
Vivi's lungs started burning for air. She clawed at Linda's meaty ass cheeks, nails leaving long red trails, trying to lift her off.
"Three… four…"
A loud, wet GURGLE-GURGLE rolled through Linda's belly, loud enough for the front row to hear. Last night's leftovers plus three cups of coffee were suddenly rebelling inside her gut.
Vivi's blood ran cold. "This nasty old bitch is NOT going to shit on my face…" she thought in pure terror.
"Five… six…"
Time was almost gone. In a flash Vivi remembered every dirty story she'd heard in the company group chat: the proudest queens always break the second you go for the ass. She locked her wrists together, pointed both index fingers like a spear, and stabbed straight up between Linda's trembling cheeks; a perfect thousand-year kill.
The tips slid right into Linda's tight, sweaty asshole on the very first try, the warm ring clamping around her knuckles.
Linda's whole body went stiff as a board. Her eyes bulged huge, her face turned chalk-white. Vivi felt the hot muscle spasm and immediately shoved deeper, twisting both fingers viciously.
Linda's iron grip on Vivi's head vanished. Vivi grabbed two huge handfuls of that fat ass and HEAVED with everything she had. Linda toppled sideways, crashing chest-first to the floor. Her massive tits flattened against the marble, ass stuck high in the air like a bitch in heat, both hands flying back to clutch her burning, violated hole. Her plump cheeks shook uncontrollably, cold sweat pouring down her crimson face, asshole twitching and winking around nothing.
While Linda was still whimpering and dazed, Vivi quickly peeled off her own black silk stockings; still hot and soaked with sweat, smelling strongly of her feet; and stepped over. She snatched Linda's kicking ankles, wrapped the sweaty stockings around them again and again, and yanked the knot brutally tight so the silk cut into skin.
Linda finally felt the pain ease a little and tried to crawl away on her bound legs, but it was far too late. Vivi seized her wrists from behind, wrenched her arms back hard, and forced Linda's spine into a deep, painful arch. Those giant naked tits thrust out proudly, nipples stiff from shame and cold air, body twisted into a helpless, humiliating S-shape right on the office floor.
Linda kicked, screamed, cursed, tears streaming down her face, but Vivi just laughed coldly. "Still not behaving, you filthy old slut?" She placed the sharp tip of her stiletto right between Linda's trembling ass cheeks and kicked forward with every bit of strength in her leg. The long, thin heel speared straight into Linda's completely dry, unlubed asshole with a sickening wet pop.
"AAAAAHHH!! MY ASSHOLE!!" Linda shrieked at the top of her lungs. Her fat ass jerked and bounced wildly, trying to push the invading heel out, but Vivi twisted her ankle slowly, deliberately, screwing it deeper and deeper into Linda's burning rectum like a corkscrew.
"One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight… nine… TEN!"
The beautiful referee grabbed Vivi's wrist and thrust it high into the air. "Winner; Miss Vivi! From this exact second, the bitch Linda belongs completely to Miss Vivi! All money, houses, cars, status, and the legal title now belong to Vivi!"
The entire office detonated into thunderous cheers, screams, applause, and mocking laughter. Phones flashed from every corner, recording the proud queen's total destruction.
The referee stepped forward, cheeks pink, biting her lip shyly. "Miss Vivi… I really need to pee… may I borrow your new toilet for a minute?"
Vivi's smile was pure sugar and venom. She kept lazily pumping her filthy heel in and out of Linda's stretched asshole. "Of course, honey. A bitch's mouth is just a urinal. Use her all you want."
The referee hurriedly unbuckled her belt, shoved her tight suit pants and lace panties down to her ankles, revealing a perfect round white ass. She squatted low over Linda's tear-streaked, ruined-makeup face, grabbed a fistful of that once-perfect hair, yanked Linda's head back hard, and pinched those proud cheeks until the cherry mouth popped open like a baby bird's.
A thick, hot, endless stream of piss shot straight down Linda's throat. Linda gagged, coughed, choked, but the referee kept the seal tight. Linda had no choice but to swallow gulp after gulp of bitter, foul-smelling urine, some spilling from the corners of her mouth and running down her chin onto her naked tits.
When the stream finally slowed to drops, the referee simply wiped her dripping pussy back and forth across Linda's beautiful face like cheap toilet paper, smearing the last of the piss into her skin and ruined mascara. "Good little piss-drinking bitch," she cooed, giving Linda's wet cheek two condescending pats.
"Look! The loser's pussy is absolutely leaking!" someone shouted excitedly.
Sure enough, thick, sticky strings of clear slut juice were dripping in long threads from Linda's swollen pussy lips, forming a growing puddle on the marble between her bound legs.
Vivi slowly slid her heel out of Linda's gaping, yellow-stained asshole with a wet slurp. She hooked two fingers into Linda's puffy pussy lips, spread them wide open for the cameras, and showed everyone the pink hole clenching and winking desperately, gushing fresh juice with every heartbeat.
"Such a filthy, shameless old whore," Vivi laughed, slapping Mom's soaked pussy over and over (SMACK-SMACK-SMACK) until juice sprayed across the carpet and Mom sobbed like a broken toy. Each slap only made another thick gush spill out.
Vivi stepped back and waved the whole office in. "Go ahead, girls. This bitch spent years screaming at you. Now it's payback time."
The staff didn't need to be told twice. The female interns she'd called "useless" sat on her face until she turned purple. The accountant she'd humiliated shoved her fist deep into Mom's ass and twisted. Someone grabbed Mom's own designer heels and fucked both holes with the sharp heels while phones flashed and everyone cheered. By the time they were finished, Mom was a shaking, leaking wreck, covered in spit, cum and cold coffee.
Vivi finally yanked the leash. "Fun's over. Time to take the trash home."
In the car, Mom was curled up naked in the trunk. Vivi glanced back, then reached over and ruffled my hair.
"I let the office staff play with her for a while," she said sweetly. "They really hated how Linda used to boss them around. Now they've had their revenge." She winked. "Then I, your new mom came home so I can start taking proper care of my good little son Max."
Soon, Nancy was leaving. Aunt Bella crawled behind her on the buzzing eggs, drool swinging from the stocking gag.
"Bye, Brother Max!" Nancy called, blowing a kiss. She had only stayed long enough to help Vivi put the final touches on breaking Mom completely. Then, with a final tug on Aunt Bella's leash, she was gone.
The very next day, the wedding happened.
Dad was too busy with work to care, so it was quick: just company employees, a handful of relatives, and friends. At the reception, Vivi now the official new stepmother clinked her champagne glass and smiled.
"Today, the old bitch Linda is the official party toilet. Play with her however you want. No limits."
And they did.
Young secretaries took turns riding her face. Older women whipped her tits and ass until the skin split and swelled huge. Bottles, heels, phone chargers, anything within reach disappeared into her holes while everyone filmed and laughed. By the end of the night, Mom's belly bulged like she was seven months pregnant, sloshing with cum, piss, and random objects.
When Vivi finally dragged her home and hosed her down in the garage, they pulled a random six-inch hill out of Mom's ruined asshole; nobody even knew whose shoe it was. Her pussy and ass gaped wide open, red and wrecked. Her tits and butt cheeks were purple, bloated, and dripping.
Mom just lay there on the cold concrete, twitching and leaking, while Vivi patted her head like a good pet.
— The End —
Actually, I wanted to cover a lot more: what the office staff might have done, what Nancy and Annie might have done, the whole thing with her weeding outfit, etc., but I simply don't have the time. Too many of my other novels have become way more popular, so I have to focus on those.