Concilium Ch 12

This was edited by my Redheaded_RockyMtn_cumslut. All errors are mine and not hers.

Life has caught up with our writing schedule and has imposed itself unfavorably on my time to write. For the next few chapters I will be submitting on the first Monday of each month. This will count as August's submission. The next chapter will be September 6th, 2021.

All the people are over the age of 18.

The tags for this story are mind control, anal, blow job, non-consent, group

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From Chapter 11

Elaine screamed, "Yes! Yours!" Her body locked up, then began to quiver as she spasmed her orgasms ripping through her, then me, coaxing me to fill her bowels with my white hot cum. My vision gave way to a kaleidoscope of colors without pattern.

The last thing I remember before passing out was a tongue slip into my mouth as a voice I couldn't place said, "That's my good boy."

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The first half of the week was strange in the sense it felt like I observed my life and not lived it. I spent countless hours trying to place the voice that said, "That's my good boy." The voice felt familiar and I should be able to place it. But the words were wrong for the voice, the owner of the voice wasn't one to praise me ever. For anything.

Kind of like one of the foster moms when I was in the system back home. But it lacked the sugary tones that come from southern women. Not knowing bothered me more than the words that were said and the tone with which they was said in. Whoever it was clearly wasn't in my living room with Elaine and I. For that matter, I wasn't sure that I had actually heard it.

I spent every free moment writing down the names of every woman I could recall. I mostly filled a college ruled spiral notebook with names and notes. None of them were right, for that matter, none of them were close. My frustration grew, compounded by the fact I really didn't have a way to blow off steam.

On Tuesday another cold front blew in, dropping temperatures so low that items moved from a porch to a deep freezer would warm up. It was so cold the Trio decided to stay home and not come visit. Nor did I let Courtney come over, I felt it was too dangerous for her to make the block walk to get to my place.

It was clearly a hateful week.

I started sitting in with Laura on Monday and sat through the first two days learning what programs and systems operations used and why. On Wednesday, we discussed her budget and how funds were allocated. Once again, I learned more about what was going on from what wasn't discussed than what was. In her case there was a ten thousand dollar line item that occurred every month that she completely glossed over with some gobbledygook speech which was hard as hell to follow. But at the end of her five minute dissertation I realized she said nothing of value.

She was a very handsy person, always touching me, brushing against me, generally surreptitiously flirty. After she inadvertently gave me the clue to where she was funneling money from her department I decided to reward her.

I was going to bend her over her desk and fuck her up the ass just as I saw in my vision when we first met. I had wasted three days of the week, but I still had two more. On Thursday morning I began touching Laura back. If she touched my hand, I caught her fingers for an instant with mine. If she touched my hip, I caressed hers softly, so lightly she had to imagine it the first couple of times.

I had to admit, the coquettish foreplay was working for me as well as it was for her. I was hard most of the afternoon on Thursday. I could tell she was enjoying it as her touches became bolder as the day went on. Around 4 I went for the close.

We were in her office with the door closed, sitting side by side on her side of the desk. Her hand rested on the outside of my thigh, the back of her hand flush against me, and I said, "I think you should go ahead and place your hand where you really want to."

She replied, "Excuse me?"

I picked her hand up from the side of my leg, then placed her palm on the middle of my cock's shaft. With a sigh, "Now isn't that what you have been working yourself up to do?"

She didn't move her hand as she stammered, "I am a married woman."

I placed my hand on the inside of her thigh, gave a firm squeeze, "You have never cheated on your husband?"

She blushed, "Yes, once in Bermuda when we were on vacation."

I turned our office chairs so that they faced each other, "Tell me how it happened."

She looked at her hand with a frown when the change of position separated her from my now aching hard member.

I leaned in, gave her a soft peck on the lips, then said, "Go ahead, you can tell me the story while you hold it."

No sooner had I finished that she leaned forward and began rubbing my cock, which was exultant at the sensation. It had been since Sunday after all.

She nearly whispered, "It was when Mark and I went to the Bahamas and stayed at one of the all inclusive resorts. Mark went to play a round of golf and I went to the bar. Met a guy and he took me to his room and he fucked me."

I asked, "Did he satisfy you?"

She shook her head, "It was a lot like Mark. He got on, got off, and I went to cry."

I reached out and grabbed her tit, then squeezed lightly, "Mark doesn't satisfy you?"

She merely whispered, "No."

My next question rewarded me with a longing, nearly desperate, squeeze of my cock, "Has anyone bent you over a desk and fucked you up that pretty little ass of yours?"

She again whispered, "No, not since college."

I squeezed the tit in my hand and pulled until her tit popped free. "Tell me about that night."

Laura took a deep breath and looked at the hand squeezing my cock. "I-I don't know."

I caressed the insides of her legs, "I do," I replied. "You will feel better after you tell me."

She looked quizzically, "Why would I?"

I gave her a lascivious grin, "Because I will spend all night thinking and dreaming about it. Then tomorrow when you come to work in a dress tomorrow, I will bend you over this desk, and I will fuck you until you cum screaming my name."

Her face was a caricature of shock, "What?"

I leaned forward, kissed her lightly on her lips. "I will let you have the cock you played with for the last few minutes right up your needy ass in a manner you will never forget."

Her grip tightened on my shaft as she sat mutely. "All you have to do Laura is wear a dress tomorrow and ask nicely."

Her voice wavered as she asked, "May I please see it?"

I leaned back and her hands trembled as she unbuckled my belt and undid my pants. I stood, letting gravity do what it did best, my pants fell to my ankles. Followed by my boxers as Laura yanked them down.

I sat back down, then Laura cupped my balls with her left hand as she stroked my cock with her right hand. She was no expert, but her hands fell into a steady rhythm as she said, "Mark and I had been dating since our sophomore year at college. He was my first, and until my senior year, only."

She licked her lips, her eyes glued to the angry red head she had in her hand.

She twisted her stroke up my cock, and continued, "We were at a party at his fraternity and had been drinking most of the night. Mark passed out around ten."

She leaned so far forward I thought she was going to stop talking and start sucking me. Instead, she licked precum off the tip before going on. "One of his frat brothers was an athlete, who was smart enough to get into that particular fraternity."

She gently double-fisted me, as her story continued, "Lance, the athlete, helped me get Mark back to his room. I intended to give Lance a peck on the cheek, thanking him for helping me get Mark situated. I missed his cheek and kissed his neck, he was tall, and I was pretty wasted."

I reached over and pulled her in for a kiss, my tongue slid between her lips. I moaned into her mouth as her hands clamped down on my cock for a moment. After the kiss ended, she said, "That was lovely, you are a good kisser.

"I had never heard someone moan like Lance before. Hell, Mark still barely makes any sounds."

"And then," I prompted.

"Then I kissed his neck again to hear that sound. He was moaning as I kissed and sucked on his neck. He grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against his hard body."

She was lost in the memory for a moment, then, "He was so big, much bigger than Mark. I wanted to feel it in my hands, so, much like I did to you, I unfastened his jeans and pulled his glorious cock out."

She nodded when I asked, "Did you stroke him like you are doing to me?"

"Then what?"

She didn't answer verbally, rather she sank to her knees in front of me and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. I moaned, "Fuuuuuuuck," as her tongue swirled around the meat in her mouth. Her tongue ran across my piss slit which caused me to moan in appreciation.

She let my head pop out of her mouth, "I sucked his dick, with my boyfriend, his best friend, only a couple feet away. God, it was so exhilarating to do that, I almost had an orgasm without Lance even touching me much."

She looked up at me, smiled, and licked my piss slit again, pulling another moan from me. "It makes me wet when a guy makes noise."

I caressed her face, "Sweetheart, I am not a quiet guy when sex is involved."

She smiled again, "Should I go on?"

I reached down and pinched her hard nipple, "Absolutely."

She gave me another lick, "Lance helped me up, then guided me to Mark's roommate's bed. He laid me face down after taking my shorts and panties off."

Her hands started moving a little faster. "He climbed onto the bed after me and started licking my ass. He said, 'I bet Mark has never touched you here.' I couldn't answer him. I was so disgusted, and turned on by his tongue."

I asked, "Are you turned on? Are you soaking wet?"

She nodded and whispered, "Yes."

"Like that night?"

She nodded again and I asked, "Show me please."

She looked at me and then the door. "I should lock it."

I shook my head, "No, leave it unlocked, it will add to the thrill."

Laura nodded, then stood up. She slowly undressed, a layer at a time. Soon she was naked before me. Her breasts were a B cup, areola about the size of a half dollar. Her nipples were about as big around as my pinky finger, and maybe a quarter inch long. Her pussy was surprisingly clean shaven and about as smooth as I had ever felt. Her labia were long delicate petals that were covered in her juices.

I sat her on her desk and took a long, slow lick of her earthy cunt. It was delicious and I could have sat there and happily ate her to an orgasm. Her hands caught the back of my head, holding me in place as she whispered, "Yessss."

I gave her another lick, then asked, "What happened after he licked your ass?"

She replied, "He licked me back there while he had a finger in my vagina, and kept at it until I had an orgasm."

I leaned back so she could see my cock again. "Go on," I instructed.

She asked, "May I touch you again, please?"

Again I nodded as she asked, "You want me to kneel before you and play with your cock?"

"Go ahead, but continue the story."

I pushed away from the desk and Laura dropped to her knees between my legs. She sucked my right nut into her mouth and with perfect pressure sucked on it for a minute while stroking my cock.

When she finished I said, "Lend me your phone a moment."

"Why?"

"So I can take a photo of you sucking my cock and send it to me as your contact photo."

She complained, "You might post it someplace."

I shook my head, "No, it is just for me, just like your asshole."

We looked at each other a moment before she reached into a desk drawer and pulled the phone out. "No one else will see it?"

"I promise it will never go onto the internet."

"What happens if I say no?"

I caressed her face and replied, "Then we stop here and it won't matter what you wear tomorrow."

She hastily handed me the phone then took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked like she was trying to drink a milkshake from a far too narrow straw. I moaned again as I fired my hips up. She smiled up at me with a mouth full of cock. I took the photo, and sent it to my phone. "That's a good girl," I softly said.

She released my cock, "Thank you."

A moment of panic struck me as I asked, "For what?"

"For being understanding."

"Of course, now back to Lance."

She nodded, "After my orgasm he crawled up my body and put his big hard cock between my butt cheeks and whispered in my ear that he was going to take my anal virginity."

"What did you say?"

"I told him no, and that no one has ever done that. He laughed and replied, `'That's why they call it virgin."

Her grip on my cock got firmer as she said, "He slid his monster cock up and down between my cheeks. He then told me that if I didn't let him, he would tell Mark about eating me out and that I sucked his dick.'"

I chuckled, "What did you say?"

"That Mark would never believe him. Then Lance asked if Mark would believe him after he described my pussy to him."

I nodded, "Your pussy is pretty and unique."

She nodded, "I slumped in defeat, willing to allow Lance to rape me anally."

"Go on," I encouraged.

"Lance raised up when he sensed my defeat and placed the head of his monster cock against my..."

She shivered a moment, then said, "It, at first, felt like he was going to rip me in two. It burned so very much. He went slowly, gently. Push by push his monster filled me in a way I haven't experienced since."

She sucked on the head of my cock for a couple of minutes, then continued, "Once he was all the way up my rectum, Lance waited for a little while before he started fucking me."

She looked up at me, "Mister Emmett, what followed was the most amazing night of my life. Lance fucked me with that baseball bat of his, hard and fast. I screamed, in pain. In pleasure. In loss, knowing he would never do that again."

Tears were swelling up in her eyes as she finished the story with, "I have never felt so desirable as I did that night."

I looked down at her and said, "I will tell you there is no one I want to fuck as much as I want you, right now."

She smiled warmly at me, "But you are going to make me wait until tomorrow, aren't you?"

I nodded, "I am. I want you to think about me, my cock, up your ass all night. Dream about me ravishing you."

She sucked my cock head back into her mouth and mumbled around it, "I will."

I put my hands behind her head as I stood up. "Now, we are going to do something that Lance should have done all those years ago. I am going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours until I cum, and you will swallow every drop."

I started thrusting into her mouth using two fists full of hair to move her head back and forth in time with my hips. I was so close to cumming already, the lack of sex during the week, plus her story had me worked up. When Laura wrapped her hand around my nuts, I came, hard, with a loud orgasmic groan.

To her credit Laura sucked and swallowed as fast as I could pump cum into her mouth. As I sat down, Laura gulped a couple of times, then said, "You're right. Lance should have."

I leaned over and grabbed her water bottle, then handed it to her, "Drink it down. All of it."

As I dressed, she drank the water and leaned against her desk.

As I approached the door, I turned toward her, "Remember, wear a dress and ask nicely if you want me to fuck you tomorrow morning."

On the way home, I stopped by the adult store closest to my house and purchased a small butt plug and lubrication. I meandered the aisles for a while momentarily, not spending the free moment thinking about "that's my good boy."

The collection of erotica items was truly impressive and I found myself coming up with a priority list of things to buy. I passed by the videos several times in my wandering and a female clerk said, "Dude, there are gay movies in the back section, through that doorway."

I turned my attention toward her and was shocked at her appearance. Yes, I was guilty thinking that any woman that worked in this manner of store had to come from the dregs of society. But the bubbly redhead in front of me could have been the lead singer of her church's choir. Maybe even the pastor's daughter.

She was maybe eight or nine inches shorter than my six foot one. She weighed maybe one hundred and fifteen pounds. Her body was tight and athletic. Bright red hair in two braids that hung from the sides of her head. Bright green eyes with freckles that ran from cheek to cheek across her nose. Dressed in a Catholic secondary school uniform, her blouse was so sheer that her forest green bra was easy to see. The blouse was tied in a knot just below her A/B cup breasts, pulling one's eyes there. The blue and green tartan like shirt barely covered her pussy, I had to guess half her ass was visible. White sheer stockings came up over her thin thighs with black patent shoes. She was a porn school girl from head to toe.

After I looked over I asked, "Why do you think I am into gay porn?"

She smiled sweetly, "Because you have walked past the films six times now and haven't given them a second glance." She glanced down at my hands and finished, "And you have a beginner set in your hands."

I nodded and smiled, "Ah, I see. Sorry to disappoint you, but I far prefer pussy. The only dick I really like is the one between my legs."

Her face caused me to laugh as disbelief etched across her lovely visage. "You're straight?"

I nodded, "Yep, and if you want I would happily show you."

She was flustered for a moment, just standing there staring at me. I took two steps to stand directly in front of her. Using one of the corners of the box that held the butt plug, I lifted her skirt until I could see the forest green satin of her panties. It was the same color as her bra, and now that I saw them next to each other, it was the same green in her skirt. I dropped the skirt and whispered hoarsely, "I do appreciate a woman who pays attention to the details of her fashion."

She gave me a crooked smile, "I appreciate a guy who notices."

"What's your name, gorgeous?"

She pointed at her name badge that read "Becky."

I laughed, "That is no more truthful than if I told you mine is Alan."

I turned to leave, and took two steps before she said, "Miranda."

I turned back to her, "Good girl. I have no more room in my life for lies and deceit. If you want to be a part of it, you must always be truthful."

She gave me a sly smile, "What makes you think I want to be a part of it?"

I stepped up to her, leaned in so my mouth was against her ear and whispered, while my lips caressed her earlobes, "If nothing else gorgeous, you want to know why a straight guy doesn't look at porn."

"You don't think I am beautiful?"

I shook my head, "Beauty is a composite of what is inside and what I see. Gorgeous is all about what I see."

She nodded, "Okay, I can see that. How do I become beautiful in your estimation?"

I smiled, "Go out with me tomorrow night."

She smiled up at me, "Okay, but I work until eleven tomorrow night. Would you be willing to go out at that hour?"

I looked at her, "Sure, but I want you to dress like a wanton slut, like you are right now."

"Okay," she replied.

I drew her in close to me, then whispered, "Good girl, I will walk in promptly at eleven tomorrow night."

She reached out and grabbed my arm, "Wait, what is your name?"

"Hugo."

She giggled, "Depending on one's mindset, and whom they are speaking with, Alan might be a better choice."

I tilted my head in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Well, some people probably would poke fun at Hugo, where they wouldn't Alan."