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For the Good of the Order, Part 1C
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
For the Good of the Order
Part 1 Bob's Tale
Copyright 1993 Hunter Jackson
Continued from (2/3)
The next week was a blur. Shelley was insatiable. Whenever we were
together, we were having sex. When my testicles were drained, Shelley
wrapped her legs around my head and writhed until my jaw was numb. Even
then she wouldn't stop. She masturbated unabashedly more than a dozen
times.
On Friday afternoon, Dave called me into his office. "Bob, are you
familiar with Bradley Technologies PLC?" Dave inquired.
"Only what I have heard around the office. They're one of the
largest British computer outfits and we've been trying to get their
business for over a year."
Dave appeared impressed with my initiative. "Right you are. Well,
tonight I have a business meeting with the Acquisitions Committee from
Bradley. I think I have a good chance at closing a seven figure deal.
But, these Brits are sticklers for appearances, and I don't have a dinner
companion. If you don't mind, I'd like to borrow Shelley. It will be
strictly business."
"Well, I don't mind, but I'm not certain about Shelley," I replied.
"I'll have to ask her."
Shelley agreed instantly.
As she got ready for the dinner, I briefed her on Bradley
Technologies and everything I knew about British customs. Shelley laid
out her black, low-cut, backless dress -- the same one she had worn at
the interview dinner. After she slipped on thigh-high stockings and a
sexy v-kini as her only undergarments, a twinge of jealousy formed in the
pit of my stomach. As she carefully applied her makeup, my subconscious
conjured up images of Dave ravishing Shelley. I looked at her reflection
in the bathroom mirror and decided to ask the question that gnawed at me.
"You're going to fuck Dave tonight, aren't you?"
With her eyes downcast, she pleaded. "Bob, please don't make me feel
guilty. You've been getting more than you ever imagined. I love you,
but I need something more than you can give. I can't get the thought of
Dave's cock out of my mind."
I withdrew into the living room feeling emasculated. Yet, as I sat,
pondering my dilemma, I realized that my dick was throbbing as I thought
about the prospect of licking Dave's semen from between Shelley's swollen
labia. I acknowledged to myself that I could never pleasure Shelley the
way Dave could. I grew angry, realizing that I was being incredibly
selfish by trying to deprive Shelley of full sexual satisfaction.
Suddenly, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. This revelation was
thoroughly liberating.
Just then, I heard the horn of Dave's Mercedes announce his arrival.
As Shelley walked to the front door, I intercepted her and took her into
my arms. "Shelley, I'm sorry. You're right. Don't feel guilty about
anything that makes you feel good. All I ask is that you tell me about
it when you come home."
A wicked smile came to Shelley's mouth. "I thought you might like
that. Thanks. It's a deal." She kissed me quickly and dashed out the
door.
Alone, I opened a beer and sank into the couch as I turned on the
video of Dave and Michelle. That evening, I watched it over and over
again. I was mesmerized by the sight of Dave's cock and the way it drove
women insane. I couldn't help beating off as I pictured Shelley
succumbing to the inevitable.
At about 10:30 PM, the phone rang, it was Dave calling from his car.
"Bob! Success is ours. We're on our way to their hotel to close the
deal. Sorry, I have to keep Shelley out so late, but business calls."
Oddly, I was disappointed. This business deal was now going to delay,
if not derail any possibility of a sexual encounter between Shelley and
Dave. Dejected, I went to bed.
The sound of the front door closing awakened me. I looked over at
the clock. It was 3:30 AM. As Shelley slunk into our bedroom, she
looked like she does after a double aerobics class. Her hair was
disheveled and any remaining makeup was smudged. She pulled her dress
over her head. Her panties were gone and her inner thighs glistened with
dripping fluids.
"Looks like you and Dave had a great time tonight." I observed.
"Well, yes and no." Shelley's response was puzzling. "I am
certainly pleasure-bent, but Dave didn't indulge."
Shelley slid her naked body into bed beside me. "What do you mean?"
Before answering, Shelley guided my head between her legs. "Why
don't you clean me up while I explain," Shelley instructed.
She was a sloppy, sticky mess. I had never seen so much come. It
was all over her ass, legs and stomach. As I looked up her beautiful
torso, I could also see remnants on her breasts and, I think, on her chin.
Her labia's lips pouted as they had when Dave last fucked her. Oozing
from her vagina and anus was a continuing stream of semen.
"I was the signing bonus for the Bradley Technologies Acquisitions
Committee." Shelley confessed.
I surfaced from the marsh of her pelvis, stunned and incredulous.
Shelley pushed my head back to its appointed task. "There were three of
them, Nigel, Michael and William," she disclosed. "I was the only woman
at the dinner. After a few drinks, their hands got adventurous on the
dance floor. During the umpteenth dance, Michael was caressing my ass
and I saw Dave and Nigel shake hands back at the table."
"As we left the restaurant, Dave told me that I would be need to
spread my legs for each of them. It was a command and I wasn't about to
disobey your boss or wreck such a big deal."
"I was amazed to find out that they are all well hung. You know Bob,
until tonight, I had only seen two cocks, yours and Dave's. Nigel's and
Michael's aren't as massive as Dave's, but they are bigger and thicker
than you. William was huge, just like Dave."
"Since Nigel was most senior, he took me first. I sucked him until
he blasted his load down my throat. After that, it was a total free for
all."
As I swabbed strangers' come from Shelley's pussy with my tongue, she
described in detail how they repeatedly fucked her in every position
imaginable. For a finale, Shelley rode William's big cock, with Michael
pumping her ass as she fellated Nigel. Her flexibility and conditioning
must have come in handy for that physical permutation.
"Why didn't Dave fuck you as well?" I wondered.
"I wanted him too, but he said that this was strictly business."
Shelley seemed genuinely disappointed. "What's more, Dave took pictures
and those blokes kept my panties as a trophy. So, there's no turning
back now."
By now, my mouth was encrusted with dried sperm and my dick ached.
Shelley sensed my discomfort. "My pussy and ass are tired out, Bob. But,
I think I have an idea." Shelley wrapped her lips around my erection
and slowly consumed it. Then she did something she had never done before;
Shelley started fingering my asshole as she sucked. As I relaxed, she
inserted her index finger and pumped it in harmony with her mouth's
motions. The feeling was indescribable. I had never been penetrated
before. Within moments, I was arching my back in ecstasy, my long
overdue load rocketing towards the ceiling.
Yesterday was my six month anniversary with Dave's company. After
the Bradley Technologies deal, Dave promoted me to a full Vice President.
He still visits Shelley. Sometimes I'm there to watch and help. Other
times, I return home to find Shelley sprawled naked across our bed, her
sodden channel entreating my tongue. I don't begrudge either of them
these trysts.
Shelley's vagina has never returned to its pre-Dave tightness. More
times than not, Shelley will bring me off with her mouth as she finger
fucks my ass. I certainly can't complain. When I long for Shelley's
vise-like pussy, she will occasionally let me screw her behind. As I do,
I thank Dave for blazing the trail.
Next week, Dave is borrowing Shelley again. This time it's for a
European business trip. They'll be making a call on Bradley Technologies,
so I expect that Shelley will continue to expand her sexual horizons.
She has promised to fax me details. Its amazing what we do for the good
of the order.
THE END - PART I
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