Disclaimer: This story's primary theme is non-consensual in the form of blackmail and coercion, which is why I chose to post it in this category, but I can't say this strongly enough, it also contains incest, cuckoldry, interracial sex, and various other sexual acts between adults. If any of those acts offend you, I encourage you not to read it, so reader beware. This story and all characters are fictional, and any resemblance to businesses or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. In real life, all non-consensual sex is immoral, illegal, and not condoned by the author. All characters are 18-years-old or older. All rights reserved.
POKER PARTY AT THE MANSION
Mustering all his willpower as my voracious wife applied more suction to his throbbing cock, feverishly working to drain the spunk from his cum-laden balls, Nate managed to pull Emma's vacuuming mouth off his raging hard prick in a Herculean effort.
"Huhhh?," my surprised wife decried, almost as if disappointed at the sudden absence of his pulsing cock from between her lush lips, but she soon learned the reason for his refusal to cum in her mouth and finish the objectionable job.
"Hands and knees, babe," the smiling community benefactor instructed, abruptly standing with his long cock waving about while ushering Emma to the padded coffee table.
Nate purposefully placed my obedient wife at an angle where I got the best view of the action and the ecstatic expression on her face. He wanted to be sure Hank was satisfied with Emma's and my humiliation, of that, I was certain.
"You always look so fucking sexy in the charity's office on your volunteer days, with your huge jugs so temptingly presented mere inches from my eyes," Nate taunted lasciviously.
"I enjoy seeing you leaning over my desk, Emma, but I'm really looking forward to getting you on all fours. I think it's the natural position for a big-titted slut's use, and I think it will enhance our future work together too," he added, making his intentions perfectly clear.
Sensitive and emotionally wounded as her self-esteem suffered continuous assaults, Emma frowned at the demeaning term 'use,' and no doubt in part because it was becoming truer with each man she screwed.
"I mean, seriously, you have the most amazing set of tits, and I'm dying to see 'em swinging away while I fuck you in front of your husband," he cruelly stated for good measure.
My cock twitched at his disparaging insult, and I'm sure Emma found his objectification of her body humiliating and dehumanizing, reducing her from a respectable wife and mother to nothing more than a big set of tits and a warm place to put his cock.
More embarrassingly perhaps, she was shamefully wet from the sexual games so far tonight, making it easy for Nate to belly up to her round bottom, grab her fleshy hips, and slip the fat knob of his meaty cock into her slippery cunt.
"Uhhh," she sighed mournfully at the intrusion, bracing herself with hands pressed into the padded surface anticipating what she knew came next.
After a brief pause, the contented philanthropist sank the full 9" length of his wide shaft deep into Emma's violated pussy, fulfilling his vision of her as a compliant sex doll with a body built for only one purpose -- fucking.
"Ohhhhhhh, ohhh shit!" she gasped as her expansive sleeve accepted each inch of Nate's thick tool all too fast, unprepared for the rapid assault.
From my position nearby, Emma's beautiful green eyes popped wide, and her jaw dropped precipitously as her suddenly engorged channel stretched, and her fat labia grasped the invading pole tightly.
"Uunnnhh," her hushed voice groaned involuntarily, with her body rocking forward absorbing the motion of Nate's forceful thrust, sending her big melons rolling forward too, hanging halfway to the tabletop swaying obscenely with the movement.
Now, fully seated in Emma's overstuffed cunt, Nate retreated again beginning the inexorable rhythmic fucking, wanting to build slowly and drive her obsession for his cock to greater heights than he had in the office.
"Ooooohhh," she cooed when he bottomed out in what was to become a recurring utterance for the next half hour.
Motivated by his own need and a secret promise from Hank for more if he was successful, the wealthy bastard intended to tap my wife's submissive need for his thick meat, making her beg for it before her emasculated husband and mortified daughter, while demeaning herself and cuckolding me before an audience of happy onlookers.
Seated in their unique easy chairs, Hank and Carl remained keen observers of everything so far, but now, it was time for Hank to give his father a special, difficult to obtain gift for the night.
Turning to our awestruck daughter, still kneeling before the depleted Chuck Robertson watching with trepidation as her mother took the large cock of her admired charity director deep into her pussy, Hank invited Kerri to her next task with a suggestive tone.
"Kerri, darling, you look so cute in your pigtails and knee socks," Hank complimented with a definite purpose. "I think dad agrees. It's been so long since he was a young man and had such a pretty thing as you available to him. I'm sure he'd appreciate you taking him down memory lane, when the company of a college girl was a common occurrence."
Our unsophisticated daughter had no clue what he was talking about, but she was smart enough to sense the insinuation and furrowed her brow with disenchantment.
"Now, why don't you be a good student and go sit on his lap?" Hank suggested, saccharinely employing his twisted way with words, when in fact his sugary sweet invitation was nothing more than an order for our pure, newly-experienced daughter to fuck the 80-year-old founder of Allenby Consolidation.
Hank had promised Carl a chance to sample the delights of the 19-year-old daughter of the man who tried to steal from the company, along with the heritage of his son and grandchildren.
Kerri's unrestrained grimace indicated the thought of touching the old man's saggy body made her queasy. Still, she had enough booze in her at this point to not put up a fight, walking to the bar in all her glorious nudity.
"Daddy, can I have another drink, and one for Mr. Allenby's father?" she asked politely, her lovely tits right in front of me so tantalizingly close a mere foot away.
Kerri's unbelievable body was so near I saw the goosebumps of nervousness across her freckled skin, with her nipples set hard as diamonds. I could almost touch them, but didn't, instead pouring the drinks she requested and then watching Kerri down her cocktail before she even made it to Carl's chair.
Standing directly in front of the old geezer, our respectful coed paused, unintentionally letting him admire her youthful beauty for a moment, perhaps insightfully understanding occasions like this occurred less frequently for the aging senior as he neared the end of his life.
Sure, Carl could hire young hookers, and sometimes did, but seeing the innocent 19-year-old daughter of one of the company's management employees grudgingly standing naked before him dolled up in pigtails, bangs, and saddle shoes with knee socks was an unusual treat.
The fact she sported the willowy body of an adult woman with lithe, toned legs and an amazing set of prominently displayed D-cup tits certainly added to the rare opportunity's appeal. It was a sight the likes of which Carl hadn't seen since taking former Allenby VP of Marketing Bart Holloway's 18-year-old daughter Beth's virginity before the disloyal executive and his wife's tearful eyes decades earlier.
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Carl Allenby was grateful he had a son to procure such young pussy for his use, missing the days when he had that omnipotent power over the employee's himself as his thoughts drifted to a time over 30 years ago.
It was the late 1980's, and he was the Founder, President, CEO, and Chairman of the Board of Allenby Consolidation, the largest logistics company in the country, acquiring it as a small trucking company nearly twenty years earlier and building it up to dominate the industry.
Carl was a powerful man and ran the company as a demanding but benevolent dictator. The employees loved working at Allenby, as it paid well and offered generous benefits. Still, there was a side of Carl only his closest associates knew -- one he would ultimately imbue upon his Hank as the prize of his life, eschewing Hank's older sister Jane in favor of the younger son in a slight wounding her to this day.
Power corrupts and over time, Carl's authority went to his head. When he realized his authority within the company was almost limitless and unchallenged, the insane fringes of sexual debauchery reared its ugly head. Over the previous five years or so, Carl leveraged that omnipotence against the most vulnerable of the many attractive women he employed in the office.
Carl wasn't unattractive, but he was never particularly good with the ladies, and eventually discovered that power overcame whatever other shortcomings he had in that arena. As he was generally well-liked by his workers and maintained an 'open door' policy for them to come to him with their problems, work-related or otherwise, he soon learned many of the deep secrets troubling his staff.
He wasn't heartless, and sincerely tried to help everyone with their issues, encouraging employees to reveal even the most personal of problems by convincing them they affected their ability to do their jobs, so should be addressed.
For the particularly attractive women, his solutions began requiring his personal attention, and some of the grateful ladies, generally young, single, and insecure, satisfied his unusual 'requests' in return, since he'd been so helpful and caring and they were so dependent on his largess.
Feeding his growing aberrant sexual desires, Carl's personal 'requests' soon blossomed into coercion and outright blackmail, especially against the older, married women not so receptive to fulfilling his needs. Deceitfully, he turned their confidential admissions against them, threatening to ruin their lives and families unless they submitted to his lascivious demands.
As is the nature of power, the more he exercised it, the greater hold it had over him. Eventually, he retained a couple of 'advisors' -- confidantes in whom he placed the greatest trust. While to an outsider they appeared to be genuine business consultants, in fact, their job was to dig up dirt used to extort his next conquest.
If they couldn't find anything, they created it, as the otherwise unimposing man was only short of ethics when it came to obtaining his goal.
Carl's unassailable position of authority and the evil manner he wielded it enabled him to corral a bevy of lovely women in his office to do as he beckoned out of sheer fear he'd destroy everything they held dear. Young or old, married or single, straight or lesbian -- if they were unfortunate enough to catch Carl's fancy, they were invariably entrapped.
Unscrupulously, the corrupted corporate titan used his most attractive indentured servants as 'closers,' as he called them to his advisors, securing business deals and rewarding exceptional job performance.
Whether a weekend at the hotel of a prospective client; or as 'hostess' at a large client's party -- really just a euphemism for an orgy; or a simple blowjob on a Friday afternoon for a department manager exceeding performance standards for the quarter; Carl's closers were available, if coerced and unwilling, to perform whatever sexual task was required.
