The Bacchae Prologue

I received an anonymous request in The Bacchae to give the backstory to it. I actually already knew it but it took me a year to post this. If that anonymous reader were to leave another message saying they read this, that would be great. For the rest, enjoy. No need to read The Bacchae to enjoy this.

The Boss

"Hello, Reginald," the tall blonde said as she sat in front of his desk. She was very business-like with a tan skirt suit, hose, a white blouse with a large collar. She wore severe black glasses and had her sandy blonde hair up in a bun and extremely sensible brown shoes with only a bit of square heel. But no matter how business-like she appeared, the middle-aged woman couldn't hide her inherent sex appeal. She had curves in all the right places. Inside that blouse were a couple of D cups, Reginald knew, and she had a narrow waist that flared nicely to big hips and a luscious big ass shaped like an actual peach.

"Hello, Mabel," he said, the woman's name as plain as she was not. Reginald, on the other hand, was definitely that plain. He had his own darker brown suit pants and jacket. His oversized belly didn't so much peek out the front as loiter, barely covered by his own white dress shirt, which strained, gaping below his belly button. He had on a nondescript tie of black and brown and his own shoes, under the table, were brown loafers. He didn't have glasses on his doughy face and his own hair, mouse brown with hints of grey, had betrayed him, leaving only the edges at the top which he combed over in a desperate attempt to appear younger than he was. His one asset was his huge cock and nobody besides his wife had seen that in years. And it wasn't like he could show it to Mabel. Luckily he was sitting behind his desk or she would have certainly seen the outline in his trousers. His desk was nondescript with a blotter, pens, pencils and a computer. Outside the glass walls of his office was the machinery of a chemical factory. His space was buried amongst the pipes so his adjacent lab could have all the tools he needed, such as gas and a chemical hood. By the connecting door, labeled "Lab. Do Not Enter When Closed." was his safety goggles.

The door Mabel had come in was another door labeled on the outside "Reginald Smutch, Chief Research Officer." His only furniture besides the desk was two old metal chairs, gray paint peeling, brown upholstery from a different decade. Mabel had closed the door, which wasn't good.

"Reginald," the statuesque model-like woman started, "you know how much we value your work."

"Uh oh," Reginald thought, "This can't be good." He was a generally optimistic man, so he hoped, "Maybe I'm just about to be reprimanded or corrected or something."

"And you know how much we value your years of service."

"Almost forty years," the sixty-five-year-old thought to himself. "This is going downhill."

"But times move on and we really want to start producing some scents that appeal to younger consumers, that can be worn at the club or the rave or, God forbid, knowing Gen Z, a political rally," the middle-aged woman continued. She was in her forties, twenty years Reginald's junior and had been working there for less than five years. She stopped. "What's that scent?" she asked.

Sitting on Reginald's desk was his latest creation, a masterpiece of nucleic acids, polysaccharides and polymers. Reginald had been trying to get a subtle mix of lemon, goldenrod, and patchouli. There was just a hint of it in the air. Leaning forward, the portly man took the glass wand from the little vial and waved it in the air for the younger woman.

Mabel followed the rod with her eyes, then tilted her head back, pulling in a lungful through her nose, her mouth closed and almost serene. "That's....that's....that's something," she sighed. Mabel looked back at Reginald. "What was I saying?"

Reginald waited for her to remember then, cautiously, "That you like my work?"

"Oh, yes, I do! And that's not all." Mabel said emphatically, standing up and lowering the blinds over the windowed walls and door of the older man's office. The tall blonde came around his desk and, bending over, her face close to his, she grabbed Reginald's chair in what he perplexingly thought was a violation of proper work ethics, and pushed it up against a wall. Pulling up her skirt, she spread her legs and straddled the portly man, giving him just a glimpse of the crotch of her pantyhose and, under the sheer fabric, dirty blonde pubic smooshed against her pale pelvis. Then she was sitting in his lap, legs on either side, arms over his shoulders so her hands rested on the back of the chair, looking down at him. "We shouldn't play around," Mabel said, and then leaned in to kiss the older man.

The kiss took Reginald by surprise and he froze for a second, looking at her closely, her eyes behind her glasses. Then he closed his own and opened his mouth. The younger woman's tongue was in his mouth, darting around, wrestling his tongue as she leaned in, her lips pressing harder and harder against his. Not certain what to do with his hands, he rested them gently on her back. Mabel, apparently, would have nothing to do with that. She grabbed his right hand and pressed it against her copious breast. Then, still kissing him riotously, the two of them breathing through their noses, she pulled her shirt up so his palm was on the lace of her bra, but only for a second until she pulled down her bra to expose her huge tit. Reginald's blood was boiling so he squeezed and mashed the huge tit, as big as his head, then pinched the rock hard nipple.

"Oh, Reginald, yes," Mabel moaned when she finally broke their kiss. Looking down at him with a conflagration of lust in her eyes, her arms were working furiously to doff her jacket, pull her tie over her head, undo her blouse and pull it off until Reginald was confronted by her beige lace bra. But then she was scrabbling behind her back to release that too, pulling it off, and Reginald was staring at her bare chest, her two large tits, both nipples obviously rock hard. Overcome by lust, the older man darted in and started sucking the one he wasn't already squeezing. Mabel cradled his head against her chest and started moaning as he sucked. With his free hand he cupped her ass and started rubbing it, feeling the roundness and size of it through the coarse polyester of her skirt.

Reaching down, the tall blonde grabbed his manhood through his trousers. "Oh, yes, Reginald," she moaned, "you're ready for me. And you're so big!" The older man's boss was in action again, getting off his lap and kneeling before him, working on his strained belt while her older, fat employee looked down at her. Her beautiful blonde hair was starting to come loose from its severe do and strands were falling down beside her face in what he thought was quite a fetching manner. He reached self consciously towards his own balding head as the younger woman tore at his slacks until he lifted his butt so she could pull them completely down around his thighs, revealing his hard, overly large, cock pointing at her, shrouded on either side by his shirt tails like a bald man pulling a blanket around his shoulders.

Mabel was fearless as she grabbed the pulsing member dripping with pre-cum. "Mmmm," she hummed. "So large, so beautiful, so hard." Then she was leaning in and rubbing the shaft aggressively up and down the sides with her tongue. Left, then right, then left again, and finally right again before she opened wide and snapped her lips around it just behind the head like a lasso around a cow's neck. Reginald moaned and scooted out so his butt was on the edge of the chair, pulling his legs out of his pants so he could spread his thighs wide. He looked down from above at the blonde hair, at the glasses perched on the cute little nose, the pale collarbones, her arms up so she could hold his cock with one hand and steady herself on his thigh with the other. Beyond that was her huge tits, filling his vision, beckoning it, barely enough out of the way so that he could see her knees in their hose and the hem of her skirt still bunched up, below.

Mabel sucked, hard, her cheeks caving in. Reginald could feel it as he looked down into her eyes. They were strikingly blue, he realized. She almost fell forward to get half his cock in her mouth, then back, then forward, then back. Reginald's fiery blood was taking over his brain. He gripped her blonde hair savagely at the back of her head, destroying the rest of her do so it fell down into her face and spilled over his hand. HIs boss swiped it out of her face and behind her ears as Reginald started thrusting against her, pulling her head in at the same time. The beautiful woman gagged and coughed but didn't open her mouth or stop sucking, air shooting from her nose and onto his cock, wet with her spit as she pulled back, assisted by his hand, so she could fall forward again.

Mabel raised her butt off her heels and, holding herself on the chair, moved her head forward slowly but inexorably. Reginald realized she was taking his cock down her throat. He could feel it tightening around the head as she stopped breathing. He could see her eyes were open, continuing to look into his, as she went further and further down. He tilted his pelvis so she could get every last inch in her mouth and down her throat. She pushed until her nose was smashed flat against his salt and pepper bush. Opening her mouth, no longer able to suck, wide around his cock, she tried to get it further down, licking the spot where his cock and scrotum met. Then she ever so slightly bounced up and down, massaging half of his huge cock, including the head, with her throat.

"Uuuuhhhh! I'm gonna cum!" Reginald groaned. Mabel pulled up and off him, took in a huge breath and then bore back in. Reginald helped her, pulling her head into his groin with all his strength while he thrust out, both legs coming up to wrap around her head and cross behind it. Mabel didn't resist as Reginald pushed as hard as he could, not down her throat, but against the back, gagging and choking her as he shot load after load of cum. The beautiful woman kept swallowing it despite her gags and coughs. Reginald relented and fell back into his chair.

After being completely certain she had licked and sucked every bit of cum and most of her saliva off his cock, Mabel stood up. Reginald watched, dull eyed, legs open, his cock wilting, his pants stuck on one foot, the other wearing only a sock. The tall, beautiful woman reached behind and unzipped her skirt, then pulled it down to reveal her pantyhose. He could see her bare skin through the sheer tan nylon. Her blonde bush, matching her hair, was there, crushed by the fabric and her clit and labia were swollen. The little cotton patch under her pussy was obviously wet. Then she was pulling her hose off and stepping out of them to stand naked before him. She was tall, as tall as him, even without heels, and beautiful. Her pale skin bared to him he could see her now completely naked, the bones at her hips on either side of her pelvis, muscular abs -- she obviously worked out -- her huge tits with their nipples still pointing straight ahead. Her blonde hair was completely free, falling to her shoulders, over her glasses. She blew a strand out of her face, then said, "Oh, no, I am not done with you, you beautiful man. Take off your clothes."

Reginald was startled. He was sixty years old. He didn't know if he could rise to the occasion again but she was so beautiful, so sexy, and obviously wanted him so much. He realized it must have been the perfume. It had set her off so she had attacked him. He had come but she hadn't and she wanted to keep fucking him. The older man freed his pants and shoe and socks from his legs, then stood and pulled off his jacket, his tie, his shirt and his white tank top to stand naked before the blonde goddess in front of him. Standing like this, he couldn't see his cock or his toes under his big belly.

Mabel apparently didn't care about his belly because she wrapped her arms around his arms and body and pulled him back with her until her bare butt was on the edge of his desk. Then she was kissing him again. He closed his eyes like her and he could feel her hair caressing his face. Her glasses were pressed between them until she pulled them off and threw them to clatter on the floor somewhere in the office. Reginald grabbed her ass with both hands, the big cheeks muscular under their natural padding and her soft skin. Mabel grasped his. They kissed, heads moving back and forth like a cobra and a snake charmer, their tongues locked forever in a struggle for dominance. She bit his lip and he bit back. His fingers walked his hands around her ass, bringing his body lower, until the tips of his digits were at her pussy, its moisture apparent even at their outer edges. When he started caressing her inner lips, Mabel broke the kiss. She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed, "Oh, yes, Reginald. I've wanted you for so long..." Reginald was kind of surprised and kind of didn't believe her, but his cock must have because it was rising from the dead.

Mabel felt it too because she lay back on his desk, supporting herself on her elbows, her legs up and open, revealing her flower opening up for him. Reginald guided his cock into her dripping wet snatch. "Oh, yes, Reginald," the woman said throatily. "Oh, yes," she repeated as he got further and further in. "You're so big. So much bigger than my husband. So much bigger than any man I've ever had." He stopped when he hit the end of her pussy with about an inch of his phallus left outside of her. "No!" she said. "Push it all the way in. I want it all inside me." Grabbing the beautiful blonde's big hips, he obliged, bearing down and shoving it all the way in. Her brow furrowed and she bit her lip then, when he was in, straining against her, said, "Oh, yes. Yes. Now fuck me!"

Reginald pulled his hips back and slammed forward, bottoming out so his hips could hit her pale, round ass. "Aaaahhhh!!! Yes!" his boss yelled as he railed her, smashing her cervix with the head of his cock, stretching her vagina with his cock, his balls hitting her ass as his own butt flew back and forth. He was sweating buckets, some dripping off his bald head to fall onto her stomach, taut from flexing as he fucked her.

Reginald wanted more. He pulled out and put the head of his huge cock against the beautiful woman's beautiful puckered asshole and leaned in. Mabel's eyes flew open and she reached out a hand. "No! Wait! I don't! Aaaaaahhhh!" He had popped the head of his oversized dick into her asshole so her rectum was desperately trying to close around his shaft. "Ah, no! You're so big! Oh, you're breaking me! Oh, break me, Reginald!" she switched tack. "You're the first I've ever had there and I'm so glad, so glad it's you and I want you to break me..." Reginald was sliding his cock, fully lubed from her own juices, deeper and deeper in her ass. He couldn't' bottom out here and soon he was hilt deep inside. Mabel's hand was at her clit, rubbing it fast and furious, making her wrist seem almost boneless as she swirled her hand around the head of her pussy.

Reginald started pumping his boss's asshole, looking down at her full bush, her huge tits, her beautiful head tipped back, her blonde hair like a corona around it. Then she was screaming again and his lust fueled brain took a pause to be glad they were down alone in the basement. "Oh, Reginald, I'm coooommmiiiiinggggg!!!!" He didn't stop. He just kept hammering her ass with his pelvis, kept fucking her asshole. After thirty seconds, she seemed to get to the end of her orgasm. But her fingers didn't stop and in another minute she was screaming again, this time wordlessly. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!"

"I wanna cum in your mouth," Reginald said, thinking of his newest favorite act in porn. "I wanna go from your ass straight to your mouth and I want you to suck me off. I wanna do 'ass to mouth.'"

"Oh, yes, Reginald, I'll do anything for you! Anything!" Reginald pulled out of the tall woman's asshole then shoved his cock balls deep in her cunt so she squealed and maybe some of her shit got wiped off, then pulled out and, grabbing a handful of golden hair, pulled her off the desk. Mabel scrambled to do what he wanted and was soon back on her knees on the cold tile floor, ass on her heels. She wrapped her lips around his cock and started sucking as hard as she could and bobbed her head back and forth, massaging his shaft with her cheeks while her tongue swirled around the head.

"Lick it clean, slut!" he growled between clenched teeth and the blonde grabbed his cock with one hand and stabilized herself against his thigh with the other and started first licking and then started slurping and sucking noisily along the shaft of his cock, trying to get every inch clean with her mouth. Reginald couldn't wait any longer. "Suck the head again," and she was back on it, sucking the head, her tongue again twirling around it in a way he couldn't describe. Damn, he thought, between that tongue action and the power of her suction, and how she deep throated him, she could really give head. Her husband was very lucky. And now he was too. "I'm gonna cum on your face and tits" and he dragged her head off his cock by her hair.

Mabel dutifully knelt there, head up, mouth open, eyes staring up at him, holding her tits up like she was proffering them on a platter. "You're a real slut," he growled as he rubbed his cock to its final completion. Mabel didn't say anything, just waited until he dumped cum on her cheeks, then skipped her mouth -- he'd already gotten it -- and onto her huge tits, and neck and hair, white globs on pale flesh and blonde tresses. He groaned as he did it, then, spent, fell back into his office chair.

Mabel stood up and leaned naked against the edge of his desk. "That was amazing, lover," she said.

"You were pretty amazing too."

The tall, gorgeous woman looked down at the cum on her breasts. "I'm not really presentable enough to go back to work." Then she took her finger and scooped up a glob of cum from her breast and popped it in her mouth. She was swallowing it as she did the same with another glob. She worked her way across her chest and got to the ones on her face. Reginald was speechless as he watched this woman clean up the cum on her body by eating it. For the cum in her hair, she just finger combed it into the strands and, once there, licked her lips. Then, once she found her glasses and her hair tie, she swirled her hair so it was once again in the do she'd come down with. She really did have amazing hair, Reginald thought, as the tall beautiful woman finished tying up her bun. Her do wasn't as tight as it had been but it looked business-like again.

"Want any souvenirs?" Mabel asked Reginald, who was just now thinking that maybe he should get dressed too while he stared at the beautiful woman, still naked, standing in front of him. Somehow this was more intimate than fucking her.

"Huh?" was his reply.

"I don't have any panties to give you," she explained. She picked up her pantyhose and balled them up then did something with the elastic so they stayed in that shape. "Want my pantyhose?" she asked. She looked around. "Bras are pretty expensive but I'll give that to you, with the hose too, even. With my blouse and jacket I should be able to get away with going braless until I go home." Reginald continued to stare, then reached into his jacket for his phone.

"Oh, pictures!" the beautiful woman said, then posed. First she was at an angle, back knee bent, looking over her shoulder at him, hand on her hip. It really showed off her tits and ass while exposing just a bit of bush. When he asked, she stood straight, facing him, arms at her sides. Then she was on her knees, mouth open, as he took pictures from several angles. He even stood up and got up on her so he could have his cock in her mouth while she stared up at him. Next was her lying back on her elbows on his desk, legs up and open, baring her pussy. He got pics from high, then lower so her pussy was capped by her huge tits which was capped by her beautiful face looking down at him. They ended with the ones from behind: standing; bent over, legs apart, same but with her spreading her lips to better show her pussy, then looking back at him between her legs. She waited patiently as, after she slobbered all over his magic marker -- the biggest cylinder he could find -- she shoved it up her ass and took a pic. Then another marker joined it, and another, and another until he had six of them in there, the beautiful woman pulling her cheeks apart, her wedding ring very visible on her hand.