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For the Good of the Order, Part 2C
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?)
Continued...
I had succeeded. Our marriage was intact for the moment. I
celebrated by masturbating to the recent memories of my first ass fucking.
The remainder of our weekend was a blur. Bob and I screwed endlessly.
Of course, I could only come under the ministrations of Bob's tongue.
When Bob was exhausted, I pleasured myself. All the while, images of
Dave's genitals fueled my insatiable lust.
The next Friday, I was surprised when Bob called me from the office
to ask if I would mind being Dave's dinner companion for an important
business client. I suppressed my elation and replied "well, if it will
help the company, sure."
I was acting like a giddy teenager on a first date as I got ready.
But, my I didn't ponder whether or not I would be kissed. I had a very
definite goal in mind.
Bob naively prepped me with information about the client, Bradley
Techno... something or other. His efforts went for naught. I focussed
on my appearance. All of my life, I have had a dynamite figure and, God
knows, I've spent innumerable hours sweating to keep it that way. Yet, I
have never really had the chance to use my physical attributes. Tonight,
I was damn sure going to find out what it's like.
I bathed luxuriously and powdered my firm physique. I chose my most
seductive perfume and applied it strategically to my erogenous zones.
This evening called for a killer dress. My low-cut, backless black
cocktail dress fit the bill. Dave had enjoyed it during the interview
dinner. Also, I would have to do without a bra. No matter, my pert
breasts could hold their own. Underneath, I wore a sexy, black V-kini
panty that emphasized my flat stomach and thigh-high stockings. I
certainly didn't want to be hampered by pantyhose or a clumsy garter belt.
Before I slipped on my dress, I looked at myself in the bathroom
mirror. I looked hot. Confident that my body could make pricks harden,
I pulled the dress over my head.
Then, I noticed Bob looking like an unwanted puppy. "You're going to
fuck him tonight, aren't you?" Bob stated the obvious.
"Jesus," I thought, "life is complicated."
Honesty was the best approach. "Please don't make me feel guilty,
Bob. I love you, but Dave's cock does something for me that I can't
explain or resist."
Dejected, Bob retreated to the living room. I didn't want to fight
with Bob, so I waited until I heard the horn of Dave's Mercedes, before I
left the bedroom. However, Bob blocked my way out the front door.
"Shelley, I'm sorry. You're right. I'm being selfish. If it makes
you feel good, you should do it. All that I ask is that you tell me all
about it when you come home."
I couldn't believe my ears. Bob was giving me permission to fuck his
boss's big dick! A heavy weight was lifted from my shoulders. I smiled
devilishly at Bob. "It's a deal. I thought you might enjoy hearing the
filthy details." I pecked him on the cheek and hurried out.
Dave and I made small talk as we drove to the hotel to pick up his
British clients. I could tell that Dave approved of my appearance, but
he seemed preoccupied. I was surprised to discover that I was the only
woman in the dinner party. I had assumed that everyone would have a
female companion. Dave introduced me to Nigel, Michael and William.
Nigel was a distinguished, silver haired man in his mid-fifties, clearly
the senior member of the group. Michael was tall, dark and about forty.
William was the youngest, thirty by my guess. Obviously, William was
athletic; he was also black.
The dynamics made me feel self-conscious and uncomfortable.
Defensively, I drank three gin and tonics as soon as we got to the
restaurant. The men from Bradley Technologies were delightfully witty
and engaging. In a very English manner, pleasantries and serious
business negotiations were skillfully intertwined. At a critical moment,
Dave suggested that I dance with Nigel.
Nigel was very smooth and seemed to devour me with his eyes. In turn,
I danced with each of the Brits. I was only allowed to pause long
enough to down another drink. With each dance, the Bradley men grew
bolder, grinding their bulges against my belly and caressing my behind.
As Michael was slipping his hand into the back of my panties, I looked
back to the table and saw Dave and Nigel shaking hands. We left almost
immediately.
When the valet brought Dave's car around, Dave asked me to sit in the
back seat. "Your legs are shorter." Dave explained. Nigel climbed in on
my right, and Michael on my left.
As we drove, both Nigel and Michael had their arms around me. Dave
adjusted the rearview mirror so he could see me, and I, him. Nigel's
hand reached into my dress and groped my left breast. I started to
recoil when Dave's stern gaze rebuked me. He pursed his lips as if to
kiss. I understood his meaning. I leaned over and deeply kissed Nigel.
Michael's hand probed between my legs. I slammed my knees together. In
the mirror, I could see Dave's disapproval. He held up his index and
middle fingers, and spread them apart. The message was clear, I spread
my legs and gave access to the marauding digits.
At the hotel, Dave parked the car and we all got out. The three
Englishmen walked ahead. "Well done, Shelley!" Dave praised me.
"They've agreed to a seven-figure deal, and you were the deal closer."
Dave spun me around and stared into my eyes. "You're the signing
bonus. You'll have to fuck each one of them or the deal is off."
I was speechless. I submissively nodded my acceptance.
Upon entering Nigel's suite, we found that each of the executives had
presumptuously stripped to their boxer shorts. My spine tingled as I
felt Shelley the whore take control of my body. Dave stepped behind me,
caused me to raise my arms and slipped my dress over my head. I stood,
fully exposed, in my V-kini and stockings. Dave announced, "Gentlemen, I
offer you Shelley, just the first of the many benefits of our contractual
relationship."
Unbridled lust was evident in the six eyes that drank in every curve
and crevice of my body. My nipples stood at attention in response to the
appreciative glares and growing bulges. Yet, I was nervous. It had only
been ten days since I experienced the second dick of my life, and now I
was at the verge of more than doubling that number. To ease myself into
this unexplored territory, I turned to Dave and reached for his fly.
Dave grasped my wrist before I could release his turgid rod. "Not
tonight," he whispered definitively. "It's strictly business. If you do
well, I'll fuck you to more orgasms than you've ever imagined."
Dave successfully blackmailed me. I turned back to the Bradley men.
Nigel stepped forward, no doubt based on seniority. I dropped to my
knees and tugged down his undershorts. Pleasantly, I discovered a
handsome cock springing forth. It was not as monumental as Dave's, but
noticeably longer and thicker than Bob's. I ran my tongue up and down
the shaft, giving special attention to encircling the smooth head.
Slurping the entire length into my mouth and throat, Nigel groaned his
approval. After fondling his scrotum for a few minutes, Nigel blasted
his load, pulling out of my mouth so his spurts landed on my face.
I repeated this performance for Michael and William. Michael's cock
was the same size as Nigel's, although perhaps a tad more plump.
Following Nigel's lead, he doused my face with his semen. I was curious
about William's penis since I had heard all of the myths about the
endowment of black men. His erection was as large as Dave's, but in a
shiny ebony hue. I struggled to suck William's member. Fortunately, he
came quickly before my jaw grew numb, splashing his come on my breasts.
Throughout this spectacle, my juices had saturated the crotch of my
panties. As I finished with William, I noticed that Nigel had a second
wind. He removed my sopping V-kini and laid me on the bed. His years of
experience were manifested in his masterful style of fucking. He brought
me to multiple climaxes before ejaculating deep in my pussy. Michael
then took his turn. I was well primed for William's big tool by the time
he penetrated my steamy folds. William's thrusts were uncontrolled
compared to Dave, but his sheer size allowed me to orgasm, yet again.
I felt totally debauched. If Dave's cock was addictive, having three
at once was an overdose. These cultured Europeans had manipulated me
into every position imaginable, as they screwed and defiled my wanton
pussy.
I was so engrossed by the fucking I was getting, that I lost all
track of Dave. Sometime during the midst of it all, Dave started taking
photographs. Hedonistically, he began to direct the activities, and
encouraged me to try to blow all three of them at once. When I wasn't
sucking a dick, I was stroking it with a free hand. Amazingly, I brought
them off simultaneously. My face was drenched with the combination of
sticky, opaque fluids and Dave's camera clicked away.
For a finale', I coaxed William's cock back to life and mounted him.
I was oblivious as I rode his stallion. Then, I felt Michael's fingers
probing my asshole. Expertly, he shoved his dick up my anus. The
sensation was indescribable! They syncronized their stokes perfectly as
they crammed into every available cavity between my legs. Next, Nigel's
replenished organ was parting my lips...I was being triple-fucked! I
couldn't comprehend how so much meat was penetrating me all at the same
time. There was a seemingly continuous volley of orgasms. It was
impossible to tell who came when, but come dripped down my chin and
flowed out my pussy and asshole.
Dave helped me back into my dress as I endeavored to stand on my
wobbly legs. Proudly, Nigel dangled my panties from his index finger and
remarked, "I'll think we'll just keep these knickers as a momento of our
jolly good time."
On the drive home, my pussy and ass throbbed from over-exertion. I
felt like a sticky mess. Dave sat smugly, then he spoke. "You were
magnificent. I expect that these photos will come in handy when its time
to renew the Bradley Technologies contract. Maybe Bob would like to see
them, too?"
"No way, Dave! I don't think Bob could handle it. I don't even know
what I'm going to tell him when I get home."
"Shelley, why not try the truth." Dave's tone turned compassionate.
"I know men like Bob. They thrive on being cuckolded by their wives'
promiscuity."
Deep down, I sensed that Dave was right. "But, after I describe my
indulgences, Bob will need some sexual relief and I don't think my poor
pussy can take anymore."
Dave was sympathetic to my lamentations. "Sensitive guys' like Bob
love to feel something hard up their butts. Try blowing him while you
pump his ass with your finger. You'll have him shooting off in no time.
"
I did like Dave suggested. I told Bob everything while he cleaned my
crotch with his tongue. Well, I told him almost everything. I didn't
tell him that William was black. I'll save that tidbit for another time.
Dave was right about Bob, he loved my finger in his asshole and spurted
gobs almost instantly.
In the five months since Dave first seduced me, he's visited on
average twice a week. Sometimes Bob is home and tenders to our needs
while Dave and I copulate on our marital bed. Other times, I greet Bob
with splayed legs, oozing Dave's semen. Bob is at his cunnilingual best
when he tongues my sloppy pussy as I recount the nasty details.
My definition of normalcy has certainly changed since Bob took the
position with Dave's company. I still love Bob thoroughly. He is caring,
supportive and nurturing. In contrast, Dave's personality outside of a
sexual context is distasteful. Yet, I need much more from sex than Bob
can offer. Dave's cock satisfies me and leaves me longing for more.
This inures to Bob's benefit because we now have sex twice as often. Of
course, only images of Dave's dick dance in my head as we screw.
Apparently, this arrangement is working out well for Bob at the
office. He is now a full Vice President. Dave has asked that I
accompany him on a European business trip. Bob doesn't object so long as
I fax him the sordid details of my trysts. He always rationalizes by
mumbling something about it all being for the good of the order. I don't
know about that. All I know is that Shelley the slut is a very happy
woman.
The End - - Part II
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