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For the Good of the Order, Part 2A
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
Copyright 1993 Hunter Jackson
Part Two - Shelley's Tale (or is that tail?)
As an adolescent, I was different than the other girls. When I read
romantic novels or watched movies, I always found myself enamored with
the villain, rather than the fair haired, straight and narrow protagonist.
Invariably, the villain was mysterious, dark and powerful. Most of all
he was wicked.
When I began to discover my sexuality, I would masturbate to visions
of a strong, dark and powerful man whose wicked ways would leave me
hypnotized. Under his spell, I could be free from conventional conduct.
I was a wanton slut who submitted completely to my lover's nastiness.
These orgasms left me drained.
Of course, as is so often the case, in real life I was the picture of
conformity. I eschewed the bad boys at school and remained chaste until
my wedding night. My husband, Bob, is also the antithesis of my dream
lover. He is gentle, kind and non-threatening. He is everything a 90's
kind of woman could hope for. Bob is handsome with blond hair and fine
facial features. Granted, Bob's physique leaves something to be desired,
but as a virgin, he was just what the doctor ordered: loving, soft and
physically unimposing ...if you catch my drift.
Like Bob, I am blessed with good looks, but my auburn hair and pretty
face frequently take second place to my figure. At five feet eight
inches, 120 pounds, my trim waist separates pert 35B breasts from a butt
that other women would kill for. Mind you, what nature has given me
requires constant care and maintenance. I am a fitness fanatic and take
aerobics at least three times a week.
After four years of married life, I was beginning to feel
lackadaisical. Sex with Bob was comfortable, but he could never replace
my mastubatory lover. I cannot climax just from intercourse with Bob.
Thank God Bob has a gifted tongue!
When Bob came home and told me that he had a job interview with a
company in the Silicon Valley, I was elated. I saw an opportunity to
escape the rut we were in. More importantly, Bob was obsessed with the
prospect of working for this fast growing firm. I was committed to doing
everything possible to help Bob in his quest.
Flying up to Palo Alto for the interview was quite exciting. I was
surprised that both the applicant and spouse were brought in. Obviously,
they were going to evaluate both Bob and me. I was determined not to let
Bob down.
To that end, I went all out for the interview dinner with the
President, a fellow named Dave. I did my hair just right with carefully
applied, but understated makeup. Since Bob told me that Dave was
unmarried, I decided to wear a low-cut, backless, black cocktail dress
that would accentuate my figure. Naturally, if he was married, I would
have done the opposite so as not to threaten his wife.
Dinner was at a very swank restaurant. Meeting Dave was a shock.
Rather than an older, silver haired executive with a paunch, I was
surprised to find a handsome, brown haired man in his late thirties. He
was tanned and appeared to keep himself in good shape. Yet, while he was
pleasant, there was something disconcerting about him. I think it had to
do with his brown eyes. He had a Rasputin-like gaze that seemed to look
right into my subconscious.
Despite my uneasiness, I did my best to act enthralled. As the
dinner conversation progressed, it was clear to me that Dave was a
braggart. He skillfully controlled the conversation and left Bob
engrossed. I could see that Bob was in awe. However, Dave constantly
caught my glance with his piercing stare.
While Bob went to the restroom, Dave continued to converse with me
and put his hand on my knee. Just when I was going to ask him to remove
it, he took it away. Through the remainder of the meal, he would touch
me arm or place his hand back on my leg. As we walked out of the
restaurant, Dave positioned himself between Bob and me, and put his arms
around us both as we walked. I don't know what he was doing with Bob,
but I was damn sure he was feeling my breast as we strolled out.
When we got back to the hotel, Bob was effusive. He wanted the job
very badly. Even when I told him about Dave's wandering hands, Bob just
dismissed it as Dave's demonstrative nature. I let it drop.
The wine from dinner must have made me horny, because I initiated sex
with Bob, something I don't normally do. Bob mounted me in a missionary
fashion and began thrusting, but it just wasn't right. So, I stopped him
and pushed him between my legs. As Bob's tongue darted around my
clitoris, I forgot about him completely. Instead, the mysterious man
from my adolescent fantasies took charge of me. For some reason, he
seemed more real that night. I came harder than ever before. Although
exhausted by my violent climax, I stroked Bob's cock with my hand until
it spurted its juices all over Bob's stomach.
The next day, Dave invited us to his club. Bob assured me that my
contact with Dave would be limited. I could sit out by the pool while
the "boys" had a macho battle on the racquetball court. As I changed
into my swimsuit, I instinctively reached for my one-piece. For some
unknown reason, I hesitated and, instead, slipped on my skimpiest white
bikini.
When Bob and Dave joined me after their match, I felt uncomfortably
overexposed. Dave's piercing gaze did not help. While Dave recounted
his rout of my husband, my nipples became erect and very noticeable. To
hide my embarrassment, I excused myself and went to change. As I walked
away, I sensed that I was being examined. I turned around to find Dave's
stare fixed upon my rear-end. Coyly, I wrapped a towel around my waist
and completed my exit.
Bob's spirits were high as we flew home. Dave had arranged for us to
be upgraded into first class, and Bob perceived this gesture as a
harbinger of good things to come. We took full advantage of first class,
drinking freely. Four drinks into the return flight, both of us were
getting giddy when Bob told me about seeing Dave's huge cock while
showering. Uninhibited, I demanded details. According to Bob, it was a
mammoth work of art. Although flaccid, it hung prominently between his
thighs, eight inches from tip to base and a proportionate girth. As Bob
described Dave's ripe-looking scrotum framed with dark brown pubic hair,
a dampness formed in my panties.
For the remainder of the trip, I was oblivious to the conversation.
My mind was preoccupied with visualizing Dave's manhood. Having never
seen any man's genitals other than Bob's, my imagination ran wild.
I was still tipsy, when we got home. The visions of an imposing and
erect penis continued to linger, leaving my pussy steaming and in
desperate need of relief. Bob was not particularly game, but I was not
going to be denied. Uncharacteristically, I straddled Bob's head and,
facing the foot of the bed, I lowered myself onto his mouth. I closed my
eyes and joined my imaginary lover. I ground my crotch unmercifully onto
Bob's face, squirming as I pictured Dave's dick on my fantasy lover's
groin, pounding away at my vagina. My orgasm was measurable on the
Richter scale.
I did not want to leave this nirvana, but Bob's erection pointed
skyward and his tongue had performed admirably. Yet, I couldn't bring
myself to lessen the intensity of the experience by screwing Bob. So,
instead, I fondled and stroked his dick until it spewed forth.
Despite the alcohol and climax, I slept fitfully. My subconscious
fixated on thoughts of thick dicks. I masturbated twice until finally
exhaustion overtook me.
Bob was ecstatic when he called with word of the job offer. His
answer was a forgone conclusion. Before I knew it, we had packed and
moved to Palo Alto. I, too, was excited. I sensed that a new chapter
was beginning.
Not surprisingly, Bob totally immersed himself in work. Dave treated
him like a protege', and often spent time with Bob after work. These
after work conversations invariably lead to discussions of Dave's sexual
escapades. Bob relished his role as gossip when reporting these stories
to me. Although somewhat titillating, everything Bob related confirmed
my low opinion of Dave; he was base, gruff and arrogant. I did not look
forward to the obligatory "having the boss over for dinner," but the
inevitable was scheduled for Saturday night.
On the preceding Wednesday, I was eagerly anticipating spending some
time with Bob. He had been so busy lately that we specially reserved
Wednesday night for an evening out together. Mid-afternoon, I answered
the doorbell and found myself face to face with Dave.
"Sorry to drop by unannounced," Dave said, "but I need to leave a
little project for Bob."
Flustered, I awkwardly invited him in. Expecting him to hand me some
papers, I stood uneasily in the living room. But, Dave didn't have
anything in his hands, and instead began surveying the house. "Can I
offer you something to drink?" I relied upon knee-jerk manners to calm
an uncomfortable situation.
Dave turned and locked my eyes with his stare. After a pregnant
pause, he replied, "Water would be just fine."
I busied myself at the kitchen sink cleaning and filling a glass with
ice and water. My back began to tingle and I spun around. Dave was
standing no more than a few inches from me. Placing his hands on the
counter on either side of me, he corralled me.
I smelled his musky cologne as he leaned toward me and said, "Bob is
a loyal company man. I think he'll do anything for the good of the order.
" He lifted his right hand to my cheek and brushed lightly while
whispering, "What about you, Shelley?"
I froze in shock as Dave pressed his lips to mine. His tongue
breached my lips and forcefully darted around my mouth. I tried to
remain stoic and unresponsive, but his tongue was relentless. My
resistance gave way and my tongue reacted instinctively. When he
withdrew, I was perspiring.
"Just as I thought, a team player." Dave smugly observed.
Firmly grasping my chin, he kissed me again. Passively, I accepted
him willingly into my mouth. As his warm tongue controlled me completely,
the imaginary lover from my adolescence appeared in my mind's eye. This
time, I not only saw his turgid genitals in detail, but also his face.
It was Dave's face! My brain was overwhelmed with competing and
contradictory messages. My thoughts were a jumble, my self-restraint
fleeting.
As Dave's strong hands massaged my breasts and tormented my nipples,
I fervently returned his kisses. Adeptly, he unbuttoned my blouse and
unsnapped my bra. Next, my belt was unfastened and my skirt dropped to
the kitchen floor, leaving me naked but for my panties.
In my mind, I was no longer in my kitchen; I was in my imaginary
lover's harem, administering to his sensual needs. Before I realized it,
Dave had also disrobed. He broke our kiss and guided me to a kneeling
position. The heat radiating from Dave's groin was amazing. I felt as
if I was in a tanning salon. There, an inch from my face, dreams became
reality. His cock was massive. Its slick skin was drawn tight, erect
and poised for action. His balls strained in support of this thick
member.
Without thinking, I kissed it. My tongue circled the bulbous head,
probing the ridges and crevices. I grew bolder and desperately tried to
draw it into my mouth. Strain as I might, only the tip could be
accommodated. Even then, my lips felt as if they would split, my jaw as
if it would spasm. Dave pulled it out and lifted me to my feet.
As he did, the chimes on our grandfather's clock rang signalling 4
o'clock. The sound broke my trance. Reality seized hold and I regained
my composure. I was standing in my panties, in my kitchen, in front of
my husband's naked boss. While Bob toiled dutifully, he intended to fuck
me with his gargantuan cock, right in our own home. I was indignant! I
tried to slip by him, but he grabbed my shoulders. Glaring into my eyes,
he reached down and tore the side of my panties. Then, he scooped me
into his arms and carried me into the bedroom.
His strength sapped my will to resist. As he laid me on the bed, I
let my legs spread helplessly apart. I closed my eyes as I felt Dave
press his cockhead against the opening to my vagina. There was no way
that this behemoth could fit inside my tight pussy. The pressure
continued steadily until something incredible happened. My vagina
yielded to the assault and gave way to the intrusion. As it did, I felt
nerve endings that I never knew I had. Electricity shot through my
membranes and a fullness consumed me. Dave's heavy-ladened scrotum
brushed my asshole and came to rest between my asscheeks.
I peeked through my eye-lids to find Dave's cock gone, its base
stretching my pussy-lips beyond comprehension. I was impaled! The mere
sight alone caused my breathing to grow shallow and rapid. Before he
even pumped me once, my abdomen convulsed in orgasm. The sheer mass of
muscle inside of me, held me in place.
Dave started slowly manipulating my innermost depths with his dick.
Each exploratory thrust triggered unknown sensations. His pace was
still deliberate as I climaxed again, this time raising my hips as if to
engulf the entirety of his erection. I grit my teeth, but could not
muffle my whimpers of ecstasy.
I was startled when Dave removed his cock. I felt vacant, wholly
empty. He flipped me over and brought me up to all fours. I felt his
firm grip on my hips as I waited, anxiously, for his manhood to reenter
me to my very core. When he did, his rhythm increased. His thrusts
probed even deeper and jostled my internal organs. I flew into wild
abandon! As his strokes intensified, he almost completely withdrew his
cock before slamming back into my dripping pussy. In harmony, I pushed
my hips back to meet his invading piston. My vaginal muscles clamped
tightly around his prick creating an inescapable vacuum lock.
Frantically, we fucked until I shuddered in my most intense orgasm
ever. As I lapsed into unconsciousness, I felt Dave's cock inflate even
thicker until his hot load of semen exploded deep inside my belly.
Regaining my senses, I inventoried the aftermath. My nipples
remained rock hard. Inside my vagina, I felt the ebb and flow of what
seemed to be a bucket-full of come. The sticky, white fluid oozed from
my orifice, down into my ass crack forming an ever growing wet spot on
the sheets. Every nerve-ending on my skin sensually vibrated.
It was intoxicating. The smell of Dave's juices and the slippery
warmth between my legs left me inebriated. The last orgasm released the
nasty little slut that I had kept hidden deep inside my psyche. I
grinned mischievously at Dave, purposefully displaying the puffy folds of
my labia. Dave smirked confidently as he dressed.
"You seem to be full of yourself," Dave commented.
"No, I'm full of you," I retorted. To emphasize my point, I rubbed
my index finger over my slimy clitoris.
Fully dressed, Dave leaned over me. Hovering just an inch above,
Dave spoke forcefully. "I'm leaving now. I want you relive our
encounter while you masturbate. Think only of me and my cock. In a
little while, Bob will come through that door. When he does, you will
feel my cock pounding your pussy to the hilt. You'll climax
uncontrollably."
Dave's commands were hypnotic. "Entreat his tongue into your pussy;
he'll be in heaven. Savoring each detail, tell him about our coupling.
Let him come only after he fully appreciates what has conquered your
inner-sanctum."
Obediently, I did as Dave ordered. Perhaps, the constant stimulation
of my clitoris kept Shelley, the wife, at bay. Bob's stunned look
detonated the intense orgasm that Dave had predicted. Wickedly, I primed
Bob by smearing Dave's semen on his lips. Nasty satisfaction overcame me
as Bob licked my sticky mound like a madman. For the first time, I was
in control of our lovemaking as I shared the filthy specifics of Dave's
conquest. Carefully orchestrating the movement of my pelvis, I didn't
allow Bob sexual release until the saga was complete.
Continued in 2/3
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