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Elsa squirmed in her office at the top of Frozen Inc. She sat in her office, at her desk - her throne - as the damnation of her self-made kingdom was between her twitching fingers as she anxiously twirled a pen. She bit her lip while her tightly coiled braid draped down her shoulder and along the ice-blue jacket that struggled to hold back her chest. The rest of her attire had been a far, far too plain white blouse and black skirt that only made her feel severely underdressed compared to the small, composed man who sat in the chair across from her. "This is…hmmm," she mused and tried to buy herself time.
How - how in the hell had such a devastating blow been dealt to her and her company? How had they been caught so unawares as to lose so much capital in less than…2 weeks?! Whatever she felt, she had to keep very, very restrained in the face of the man who watched her with a casual gaze as he adjusted his tie.
Red suit and pants. White gloves and a tie. A black button-up shirt and a matching hat hung by the door alongside his jacket. The suspenders around his shoulders were old-fashioned to a painful degree, but if that was the style a man like this wanted to wear, he had no one who would oppose him. Certainly not the woman who was now alarmingly aware of just how precarious her fortune hung in the balance. It was still hers for now…but not much longer.
"Mr…ah, Sir- I'm certain we can come to an agreement and avoid this…unfortunate business," Elsa carefully picked her words as she offered the most confident smile she could offer. Sad for her that the man in her office could see right through her as he calmly, and quite eloquently, laid out the facts. Not even she could deny reality as her much-coveted titles and merits swirled down the metaphorical pipe. His verbose, scathing rebuttal left her quite stunned - frozen like ice as she suddenly melted in his calm, yet heated glare.
"I…Suppose you have a point," she reluctantly admitted as his decades of success easily eclipsed hers. She'd have to be a colossal fool not to accept the facts. She had the advantage for now…but it was only a matter of time before that crown would be ripped from her fingers forever. 'And they haven't even launched in Japan or Korea yet…absurd,' she quietly whined as she tucked her hair back. "Then, you have nothing else to add to these-"
boing!
The cool and collected CEO blinked as he leapt onto her desk and stood there with his suspenders slack and his pants around his stubby legs. She gawked at the thick, massive pipe that pitched out a tent in his boxers. The pen in her fingers slipped out and clattered on the desk while her eyes darted between his pants and his mustachioed face. "...T-This i-"
Whap!
Like a bullet, his dick shot out of the gap in his boxers and impacted her face. She recoiled while her nostrils flared and sucked up the thick, potent musk. She winced back tears before her eyes went as wide as saucers as she looked up at the dick that towered over her. Whatever defenses she had crumbled into a pile of bricks while her eyes followed the hypnotic sway of his shaft.
She'd heard stories of him and his masterful 'plumbing' skills. The kind that could get results from even the most stalwart or adamant of adversaries. Even those amongst the Princesses Association had some wary eyes on him for his penchant for finding the right castles, metaphorically speaking. If anyone could navigate the sewers of the corporate underground, it was him. And quite clearly, he had the equipment to handle any clogged pipes that he may come across.
Elsa's throat went dry as her nostrils inhaled more of the rich, potent musk until it had flooded her brain. She no longer looked him in the eyes as he stared down at her with an expectant gaze. His gloved fingers ran through his impeccable, pristine mustache while she mustered some words to seal the deal. "Y-your terms are…accommodatable," she mumbled as her hand reached up and caressed his throbbing cock, much to the portly powerhouse's bemusement.
The CEO of Frozen Inc. felt her nipples stiffen in her bra as she rubbed her bare, milky legs together. She licked her dry, plump lips while her dainty fingers traced up and down the powerful pipe over her head. A gloved palm landed on her hair - white fingers amongst white tresses. He stepped forward and crumpled the once-crisp and damning papers that she'd held in her shaky hands. Numbers and share values slipped out of her mind as she heard his unfittingly jovial, cheerful voice.
"Let'sa go."
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"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!"
Elsa gasped and gripped the headrest of her chair as she hunched forward and moaned in pleasure. His hands stayed on her hips as he pumped and pushed her tight, wet pussy along his thick, throbbing pipe while she kneeled in her chair and held on for dear life. Her outstretched leg kept her planted on the office floor as she rubbed her exposed chest against the back of her usual seat while the man who had invaded her domain stood atop her desk and claimed it, and her, for his own. The symbolic meaning was lost on her as she found herself lost in the throes of ecstasy and bliss. "O-Ooooh, that's it! That's the sp-aaaaaaahaaaah!"
Frozen Inc's CEO let out a sharp cry as a sudden, deep stroke rammed right over her most sensitive spot and sent her into the fitful embrace of climactic euphoria. Her tight velvet walls clamped around his cock while the mustachioed marvel of a man grunted and mumbled something before he forced his way through her orgasm. She faintly heard something about heat and a mention of 'red' before her brain was swallowed up in the white walls of a blissful blizzard.
He was far from done with her as he let her ride out her orgasm with some measure of peace. Instead, his focus stayed on his own rapid pace while he pulled her and her chair as close to the desk as he could until her upturned ass was pressed against his crotch. His powerful legs flexed and sprang forward as he literally jumped atop her and buried his dick as deep as he could.
"Wahooo!"
Her body recoiled at the sudden intrusion as her ear rang with his elated shout. The latter was still lost on her while she danced and sang through a white world of orgasmic wonder. The face of elation was a far cry from the proud, confident smile on a nearby framed magazine cover that declared her the richest self-made woman. Soon to be a subsidiary, rather than her own independent queen. And her future king made a very, very strong incentive to her to just let it go.
Elsa came to and felt the weight on her back while he rode atop her like a pony. She never imagined such a state for her, especially not with a short, fat man who looked like he'd never even heard of 'closed door' negotiations before. But truth was indeed stranger than fiction, as his red-hot pipe easily rammed through the folds into her chilly, scarcely-touched chambers like he owned them. And her.
Perhaps he already did, and she simply hadn't caught up yet.
The chair bent backwards as she struggled to stay upright atop it. Her knee pressed into the seat just below where her shapely, skirt-clad ass would otherwise occupy it as said derriere clapped and rippled around the little big shots not-so-little shaft. Every thrust had her toes curled, and fingers clenched while her body recoiled with delight. The relentless pattern of plaps and pleasure soon had her heel off her outstretched foot and exposed her nylon-covered toes before she pulled her other leg up and onto the chair as well. "F-Fuck!" she gasped out and arched back while her tits flew straight up into the air.
He heard all of this and more than doubled his devastating dick-thrusts until her chair squeaked and rattled beneath her. Slowly, it slid back along the office while the statuesque stunner of a CEO was relentlessly and vigorously fucked. Her braid bounced and shook itself apart until it all came down as a tapestry of crystal white tresses that clung to her sweaty, disheveled body. His hands reached around and squeezed her tits until his firm, forceful palms brought her right back over the edge of ecstasy once more.
The pattern repeated itself again and again as the chair slowly slid forward. Between their constant loop of lavish strokes and sloppy grunts and the more gradual, almost comical squeaks of her chair's wheels, the pair were soon pressed against the wall-high window behind her that offered a dominating view of the city around them. One that she had appraised many a time before, but now found herself with her cheek pressed against the glass and a look of utter bliss on her face. If anyone could actually look up to the top of her glass and steel castle's tower and see the Queen CEO herself in such a state…she couldn't even begin to grasp the level of shame and humiliation that would be brought down on her.
Admittedly, she couldn't really grasp anything at the moment either. Especially not when the portly, yet shockingly spry man easily pulled her upright out of her chair and onto her bare foot while he planted his feet in her chair and held her other leg upright. "A-Aaah?!"
Elsa snapped out of her orgasmic coma quite suddenly at such an abrupt shift of pose. Her fingers squeezed and raked against the glass while her bare tits smeared the panes. She looked back with shock, lust, and a hint of fear while she tried to muster some measure of protest. "S-Stooop, N-ngh!-ot he-eeeeeee-re!"
He simply doubled his already devastating speed while his hands squeezed her raised, pale thigh some more. Her last heel bounced and wobbled on her feet until it was barely on her curled and twitchy toes. She lost the will to fight back any further as he easily and effortlessly pushed her up to the edge of yet another climax. One that she could barely hold onto while her ears were polluted with the sounds of skin slaps, her own squeals, and the squeaky office chair he stood upon.
She tried to think - she tried to muster any of the considerable mental prowess that had navigated her and her humble little Frozen Inc. into such a powerhouse. Yet the more she tried, the less she succeeded and simply ran herself in circles until she was tapped out. And then, when she felt his bulging sac slap against her thigh as his dick throbbed deep inside her, she finally did what she knew was best.
She let it go - all of it.
"CUMMING!"
Her scream - pure elation and unfettered - rang through her office as he finally slammed deep inside her and erupted in his own orgasmic throes. His hot, sticky seed fired right up and into her eager womb until it was completely full. The contents within slosehd and churned as the copious amounts of remaining cum leaked out of her plugged pussy and ran down her leg into a puddle on the floor. She didn't care about the mess at all while her eyes remained rolled back and her tongue sloppily licked the condensation-coated glass.
"Ah-waaah…hoooo."
He slumped back into her chair and out of her pussy even as his dick still shot more cum up her back. Elsa didn't even hesitate as she turned right around and squatted down before she buried her face in his crotch. The mess that coated her from forehead to chin didn't faze her in the slightest as she wrapped her plump, moist lips around his messy pipe while she struggled to remain on her toes. She pushed her hips back and pressed her bare butt against the glass while the sticky load leaked out of her pussy and smeared the pane.
The papers remained on her desk, along with a print from his shoes where he'd leapt up and literally smacked her into reality while the CEO of Frozen Inc offered her fealty as a subsidiary to her new master.
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"Oh…whu-wow…"
"M-Mamma Mia…"
The manor's bedroom was finally silent save for the gasping breath of the cute redhead and the mustachioed master of the house. Around them was a pile of clothes that left both occupants of the disheveled bed bare and flushed with sweat. Between his green suit and her blue and purple skirt and blouse, it left quite a cool-toned pattern of clothes in their wake.
Anna fought to regain her breath after the long, vigorous display of passion. What had started as a cordial visit to hopefully score some brownie points with the big brother currently in her sister's office had gone…quite wild, to say the least. She'd never even imagined that sex like that could be possible…or perhaps it was the stress of all her work in an all-women office. 'Maybe we should hire a guy to-'
"Hmm?"
Her silent musings were cut short as she noticed a sudden chill down her back as the room suddenly grew quite cold. She glanced at the door, as if for fear of her sister's discovery of such improper conduct, but found it quite shut. With a last glance at her still-stunned mustachioed partner, she tried to shift under the covers…and saw something over the bed. "Is that…a ghost?"
"Arf Arf!"
"Wha?!"
He snapped out of bed and turned as his poltergeist pooch floated down and unleashed a barrage of licks against the elated redheaded woman. She gasped and laughed while her bare chest bounced and jiggled. "Oooh, it's a doggie! Aren't you a good puppy, Aren't you?!" she cooed with delight.
"Haaaah…good doggie," he mumbled and shook his head as he let sleep claim him. In his head, his memories slid all the way back to that fateful night in the frightening valley where he'd first met Polterpup…and of course, the words of his cherished older brother.
"That's-a my bro!"