This is the eighth installment in an ongoing story, in which our hero, Ed, got really sick during the pandemic, then woke up to find two evangelical church ladies knocking on his door. Without understanding fully what was going on, he quickly learned they thought anything he told or asked of them of a sexual nature was perfectly normal. Since then he's fucked a barista in a coffee shop while her boss hung around, then ass fucked a redhead who had just accepted a proposal in a park, with bystanders wandering around, before going on to various other perverted adventures. Trying to figure out how to monetize his unique ability Ed went to his ex-boss' house to make friends with through that ancient ritual of bonding, spitroasting his wife. This installment picks up with Ed back at work for Mr. Edmonds...
I'd been back at work for Tom Edmonds for a while now. At first it seemed weird. I'd showed up at work after causing an incestuous orgy at his home, worried about how he might respond. Walking in that first day was tough. There were only half a dozen of us, thanks to the reduced demands brought on by the pandemic. Working with masks on was the least of my worries, but any concern I had about how Tom might treat me proved unfounded as he acted like I was a good friend.
On my first day, I'd walked in, scanned the room, and saw that only one of the six of us was female. I wasn't surprised, as Mr. Edmonds hid a lot of religious-based misogyny beneath that happy-go-lucky and holier-than-thou exterior. What did surprise me is that the only female present was my supervisor, Josie. She wasn't bad looking, in a chubby and geeky brunette kind of way, but she was also a bit of a ballbuster. I'd have felt more charitable about that in the abstract if I hadn't had to deal with it.
After a couple of days back at work, I'd knocked on Mr. Edmondson's door. He'd looked up with a distracted expression on his face as he'd said, "yes?"
I replied, "Hi Tom.. ummm.. Mr. Edmonds. How are things?"
He'd replied with a wave of his hand I now found familiar, "Fine, fine." Then asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
This felt surreal. I'd fucked his wife and daughter both in the ass during an incestuous orgy where he came both on and inside both of them, now he acted like he was too busy to deal with me. Then again, I'd found that my power was centered on questions of sex and sexuality, so I ventured another question: "So, Mr. Edmonds, has your wife let you fuck her ass? Or blown you lately?"
Mr. Edmonds didn't get upset, just sat back in his chair and chuckled before saying, "No, she's good Christian woman. She doesn't do those things."
The mere fact that he didn't fly into a rage at such a personal question showed me that my power was working. I replied, "Really? She not only took my cock, but the cocks of your son and his friends, like she was a pro."
He chuckled a bit before he said, "Well, yeah, but now sex is just missionary, or maybe a little doggy style if we're feeling adventurous." His smile was a bit condescending as he said, "we're Christians, son. We don't do any of the nasty stuff."
I was genuinely confused. "But... she not only let me fuck her mouth and ass, she also let your son and his friends use her like a fuck toy."
He looked at me with a pleasant expression that belied good-nature confusion as he said, "so?"
For a moment I didn't know how to respond. Even after everything that had happened, his demeanor was so... weird. Finally, I said. "Ummm... Your wife took three loads of cum up her ass that afternoon, so what's different about then and now?"
He chuckled and said, as if he were saying something self-evident, "Well, it was different because you were there."
I nodded. I didn't understand it but it was clear that to him, my presence or absence was an important distinction.
After that, I'd gotten back to work, and everything had seemed remarkably normal. The only thing that was weird was that Mr. Edmonds was friendly toward me, causing other members of the team to look at me a bit oddly. It was clear they were wondering what it would take to get that sort of treatment. I could hardly tell them that all they had to do was orchestrate an incestuous orgy with Mr. Edmonds' wife and daughter, so I let it slide.
I enjoyed my job well enough and it wasn't very high pressure most of the time. Mrs. Edmonds even came by work one day, causing me to hold my breath in expectation that she might freak out. All she did, though, was give me a little smile and finger wave, so I got up out of my cubicle and walked to Mr. Edmonds' office.
Cheryl—Mrs. Edmonds—was talking to her husband about who knows what and when I tapped at the door frame, they both looked my direction. Neither of them had more than a look of mild curiosity on their face, so I said, "Ummmm... hi Cheryl, Tom..."
Tom cleared his throat and asked, "is there something I can do for you?"
I said, "well... not really, I was just wondering how Cheryl, Ms. Edmondson I mean, felt about being gang banged at your house. I mean, I loved the way she sucked cock, and her ass was super tight... your son Ron seemed to enjoy her loose pussy more than the rest of us, though. Mrs. Edmondson, what did you think about the evening?"
They both smiled pleasantly as she said, "oh, it was fun."
I said, a bit dumbfounded, "fun?"
She replied, "Yes, fun. I'd never given oral sex or had anal before that day. I'd also never had my son's penis in me, or my daughter's mouth on my body. It was fun."
I laughed. "Well... okay, but Tom—Mr. Edmonds—said you hadn't been blowing him or letting him fuck you in the ass lately."
She nodded in the affirmative as she said, "I'm a good Christian woman. Oral and anal sex isn't godly."
This was weird to me, so I came right out and asked: "If you were fine with blowing me, your son, and is friends, then fucking them and taking multiple cocks up your ass, why haven't you blown your husband or let him ass fuck you since then?"
Both of them looked perplexed, as she said, "ummm... well, you haven't been around."
She had me there. It had been a while since I'd gotten my rocks off so I walked in, parked my ass on Mr. Edmondson's desk, and undid my pants. "Great, and I'm here again. Suck me off, Cheryl."
She said "of course..." and without any further discussion, knelt in front of me, pulled my cock out, and licked around the head of my cock before sliding her plump lips down my shaft.
I was sitting on the edge of Tom's desk as his wife blew me, but the only thing he said was, "How's the document for the missile command going?"
I had been watching his wife blow me so I looked up at Tom and said, "It's going well. I should be done by tomorrow."
Then I looked down at Cheryl, "Hey, it turns you on to suck cock. Masturbate while you blow me."
She kept her left hand on my cock while she put her right hand to work frigging her clit as she started to bob up and down on my cock in earnest. She could still use some practice, but her mouth felt great on my dick. The surge of power I got from sitting on the edge of the boss' desk while his wife sucked my cock as he looked on was what made it truly hot though. I put my hand on her head, feeling her silky blonde hair under my hand, and pushed her head down, urging her to take my cock deeper. As if she were a well-trained whore, she complied, though the last inch or so of my cock was beyond her power to swallow.
Tom spoke again, interrupting my focus on the blowjob his wife was giving me: "Good, good. We need to get that back to the client..."
That was annoying enough. When a dude's wife is blowing you, the last thing you want is him prattling on about work stuff while she's trying to swallow your cock. But to make matters worse, there was suddenly a knock on the doorframe of the open door.
Tom and I both looked at the door—Cheryl didn't, because I had my hand on her head and my cock in her mouth. It was my supervisor, Josie, who looked a little annoyed. Tom said, "yes?"
Josie said, "Excuse me, Mr. Edmonds... hi Mrs. Edmonds." Cheryl mumbled something incomprehensible around my dick. Jose then zeroed in on me: "Ed, that training document for the 832d Ordnance you turned in..."
I was getting a little annoyed. Here I was trying to enjoy a blowjob from the boss' wife and people kept interrupting me. I tangled my hand in Cheryl's soft hair and used it as handle to move her mouth back and forth on my cock. Then I said to Josie, "hey, can't you see I'm getting a blowjob here?
She looked down at the boss' wife, who was gurgling a bit and drooling onto her own tits, since I was pushing my cock into her throat. Josie said, "Yeah, of course, but we have work to do. Didn't you get the memo about the use of double spaces after periods?"
I rolled my eyes. "What, are we back to using Underwoods instead of computers?"
She scowled. "It's in the document about client expectations. And what about the MilSpec abbreviation requirements?"
I was starting to get really annoyed. These were some penny ante bullshit issues to bring up, especially when she had to interrupt a good dick sucking to do so. More importantly, Tom was starting to scowl at me. I couldn't have him getting unhappy with me so I needed to shift the focus.
With great regret I pushed Cheryl's mouth off my cock with a popping sound and said, "Cheryl—go out into the workroom and strip. Then go back to masturbating."
She said, "sure thing." Then she stood up and started stripping as she headed out of Tom's office. I stepped out of my pants and underwear and walked out of Tom's office with my hard dick swinging. Josie followed along with the scowl on her face that I'd been seeing far more often lately than was cool.
