AUTHOR'S NOTE: all characters are over 18 years of age.
This story is dedicated to Zoroaster. Thank you for inspiring me again.
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The dining hall's white Provincial walls shone with golden accents. Crystal chandeliers hung at regular intervals over the mahogany table that seated 20. Every surface in the room glittered with the ambience of wealth.
Sterling Douglas sat at the head of his table, presiding over the festivities. He was six feet tall, blue eyed with sandy brown hair, well muscled, and had an air of authority about him that no one questioned. The Douglas family wealth survived eight generations before Sterling, who increased it exponentially.
Douglas stood, and surveyed the mixed crowd at his table. Everyone was resplendent in formal wear, none more so than Douglas himself.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Douglas intoned, "thank you for your attendance. I am excited and proud to reward my nearest and dearest conspirators." This brought general laughter. "My servants have specialty dessert cocktails for you in the Red Parlor. My colleagues and I shall attend to business."
"No rest for the wicked," quipped Ezekiel Jones, Douglas' second in command. This merited nervous laughter.
"No rest, indeed," said Douglas, with a devilish smile.
The ladies all rose, escorted into the parlor by the attending male servants. The Douglas estate was the largest in the county. It was more of a hotel than a private residence. The parlor in question was located in a separate wing from the dining hall. It was isolated and quiet. "Gentlemen," began Douglas, "as you're well aware, you were invited here tonight as a reward for jobs well done." Applause broke out. "As you're also well aware, I prefer rewards that are, shall we say, unorthodox. I can tell by your glances that you're uncertain of the nature of this reward. I assure you, gentlemen, you will all enjoy it."
Douglas stepped away from the table, and signaled to a nearby servant. The servant left the room. When he returned, he was not alone. The woman with him was stunning: blonde hair, green eyes, and a lush figure partially hidden beneath a close fitting satin robe. "This is Magdalena. She has consented to being your reward tonight."
There were equal parts confusion and excitement among the menfolk. Magdalena seemed to take it in stride. She walked up to the dining table, and dropped her satin robe. She was naked, with full breasts, full hips, and completely shaved pudenda.
The servant brought in a massive silver platter, three feet long, with handles on the sides. He placed the platter atop the mahogany table. Magdalena climbed upon the table, lay back on the platter, and bent her legs until her knees were either side of her generous breasts. Her vulva was completely open and exposed.
"There are a few rules to follow, but I'm certain you will find them amenable," said Douglas. "First, you are to share Magdalena. No more than two at once. Second, do not haveintercourse in her anus, per her own request. I have acceded to this, provided she behaves herself. Third, use her pussy well. She is disease free, and cannot get pregnant. Fourth, you are all sat round the table according to rank. Please use her in the correct order. Finally,the first man to make her squirt receives a substantial cash bonus. " There was nervous whispering among the men.
