Gifts In A Box Pt 04

Carolyn looked back at Jack with her eyes completely glazed over. She wasn't sure how long they had been fucking in the copy room at her fiance's office, but she knew Roger thought this was a great idea and treat for her. This somehow made her love him even more, which was really a weird thought to go along with the sensations of what Carolyn had decided was the perfect human cock obliterating her pussy beyond all recognition. She knew she would never be with another man that made her feel like this, even her fiance, whom she truly loved with all her heart.

You would think this would cause her to be unhappy with Roger going forward, slowly building a wedge between them that would lead to an unhappy marriage, ending in divorce in their middle years, that led to Carolyn becoming a cougar at the local college bars looking for some well hung stud to hopefully come somewhere close to the endless bliss Jack was giving her.

However, even knowing she would most likely never feel anything like this again, Carolyn didn't worry about that. She loved Roger, and his setting this up and giving her this gift of Jack's insatiable dick would lead to quite the opposite situation. Carolyn, after her brain fully recovered (several days later) to the endorphins being released into her brain at levels that few humans alive have experienced, would decide that her soon to be husband had earned, well, anything and everything.

Carolyn decided in the back of her head, while her conscious mind was destroyed and reborn again and again, that Roger was willing to give her anything she needed sexually. This led her to decide that she would be anything he wanted as well. Starting as early as the next morning, Carolyn would be the perfect little fuckdoll that selfless, loving Roger deserved. She would be his personal slutty cock slave. Anything he wished. Anything he desired, would be his. Head, pussy, anal, her hands, her tits. Anything. Hell, if he pointed out that one of her friends, or honestly, even one of her family (she had a flash of Roger fucking both her younger sisters and her much younger looking than she was mother) Carolyn would not only allow it, she'd try to arrange it. She might even join in if she found out the image of herself licking her sisters clit while he railed her cunt did it for him. Carolyn had decided, as she came again while riding Jack, that Roger would be the most well fucked man alive for the rest of her days for giving her this gift.

Jack's eyes rolled back in his head as he saw the fantasies of Carolyn licking her sisters pussy while her soon to be husband railed her college freshman body like a useless piece of meat, inside her head. Jack had been slowly working on Carolyn's mind while they fucked. He had figured out how to justify his usage of other men's women for his own pleasure. As he fucked her admittedly perfect late 20's body, he pushed gratitude for her fiance into her brain, connected to the ridiculous pleasure she was feeling.

He could have kept her. He knew it. He liked how she felt. Her pussy felt like one big muscle. When she came, the whole of her tunnel contracted like a cave in, locking his cock almost in place. He wouldn't have been able to move until she was finished cumming if she wasn't so, so wet. He wasn't even able to fully bury his cock into her body, though she did take more than he thought an "Unmodified" woman could. More than half his dick was stretching out her constantly tightening pussy.

But Jack thought he may have figured out how to get his morals to align with the new need to constantly fuck women all day, every day. If the woman didn't have a companion, he would have no issue destroying any sense of decency she had and making sure she was constantly thinking about, and occasionally visiting, Jack to get a "Tune up" on a regular basis.

If the woman did have a partner of some kind however, Jack would help them out. Jack would simply put in their head that the pleasure they were feeling, while coming from Jack, was really the doing of their partner. Their partners would be the one who had set them up for this indescribable experience, and they would be always grateful. The pleasure would serve as proof of their willingness to do anything to show them that they understood and appreciated their needs and wants. That feeling of love and understanding would lead to many men and women being with people that they would serve like sex slaves almost every day for the rest of their lives.

Carolyn, for example, would go on to graduate and become a respected expert in her field. She would then go home to her husband each night and become the nastiest little slut Roger could ever dream of. She would bring friends, colleagues and anyone else she could find that she thought Roger would like. All to bring him somewhere near the pleasure she was feeling now. She never could, there was no way, If she fucked him constantly for the rest of his life, it would never equal what she was feeling now, but she would do her best. Starting tomorrow, Roger would be fucked brainless by his wife, her sisters, her friends, random strangers, and even, yes, Carolyn's mother, at least twice a day for most the rest of his life. All because Jack was about to cum deep in her abused cunt.

As Jack blasted his load like a fire hose into Carolyn, she began to scream at the top of her lungs. Jack dimly thought this may cause a problem with the lunch hour coming to an end, but he decided he didn't care. Jack kept pumping her senseless until his balls were empty, watching her face go from bliss, to fear, to amazement, and back to bliss in a loop he loved. Once he finished, he pulled out of her stretched cunt with a pop.

Jack pulled his clothes back on and left. He locked the door, so that Carolyn would at least have a second to recover in peace. Jack went back to his desk and sat down. He decided he would concentrate on work for the afternoon after spending the morning... less than engaged.

Roger and Carolyn came by about a half an hour later. Roger was smiling with a weird, content look on his face. Carolyn looked like she wanted to do anything Jack asked.

"Thank you Jack." Roger started. "I wanted to give her a gift, and I don't think anything else I could think of could possibly have matched that. At least according to her."

Carolyn stepped over, bent down at the waist, kissed Jack passionately. After a moment, she pulled back and agreed, "Thank you Jack. I had a great time."

She then stood up and grabbed Roger's tie, pulling him into a kiss with far more passion than the one with Jack (which was not passionless). "I'm going to head home dear. When you get there, prepare for the first of many... thank yous." She said to Roger, before sauntering out of the office. Her perfect ass waving back and forth in her tight jeans.

"Thanks man. I appreciate you doing that for us." Roger said.

Jack was amazed. Roger was thanking him for fucking his fiance better than he would ever be able to. This was fantastic! Jack couldn't believe how well this was going.

Jack's phone rang as he shook Roger's hand. Roger backed out of the room and left as Jack answered.

"Uncle Jack? It's Gina again. When are you coming home? I'm lonely." Gina said in a way that made it very clear she was begging for his cock.

Jack looked at his desk and realized that with the level of power he had, he probably wouldn't need his job much longer anyway.

"I'm on my way sweety." He said, and then hung up as he got up to leave. Jack was going to need to figure out how make the money he needed while he ignored work. He had a few ideas already.

All in all, it had been a great day. Tonight would be even better.