The Theft of Our Lives 09, Pt. 1
By Tug Coxwell
Disclaimer: This multi-chapter story contains various sex acts between adults, including but not limited to incest, cuckolding, interracial, oral, heterosexual, bisexual, lesbian, and non-consensual sex in the form of blackmail and coercion, although not all appear in every chapter. The story, all names, and all characters are fictional. Any resemblance to entities 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.
THE SURPRISE
Shortly after my return from Duluth and the inglorious night spent half-awake suffering the pain of the remittent shocks to my testicles and the loud moans of Emma cumming powerfully under the masterful fucking of Nathan Wagnell, my wife filled me in on the detail of what occurred during the week I was gone.
Opaque in her text messages, Emma was now completely transparent. I learned about her seduction of Kellen, but also about what happened at the meeting with Hank on Tuesday while I labored at Driscoll's as my entire family went incommunicado.
I sat listening intently as my sweet, compromised late-30's wife elaborated in gritty detail as she intricately described her successful seduction of our 18-year-old son, hearing her meticulous account of Kellen hammering her so effectively it painted a word picture in my head so erotic I simply couldn't stop myself from getting hard in my unforgiving cage.
I really don't know if it was the result of some cruel instruction from Hank, or just a mischievous notion of her own as vengeance for my failed embezzlement scheme, but Emma didn't hold back depicting the nearly eight-inch size of Kellen's youthful cock or how it dwarfed my own.
"I gotta tell you, Ray, you should be proud of our son. He's well-hung and nailed me pretty damn good," Emma mused straightforwardly with a teasing slight to my lesser manhood. "Must be something genetic on my side of the family because he sure as hell didn't get it from you."
One thing I was certain about, this wasn't a one-off, and Hank intended this to be the norm going forward.
As Emma continued relating the events to me, she explained about the text received from Hank the next morning following her success after Kerri and Kellen went to class.
"B @ office @ 4pm. Surprises. Bring kids."
Apprehensive about his intent, Emma knew Tuesday was her deadline, so was certain the meeting included at the very least confessing details to my perverted employer of her week's efforts seducing our unsophisticated son.
Although Emma explicitly understood Kellen and our appealing 19-year-old freckle-faced daughter Kerri were now fully ensnared in the corrupt bargain to save our family, she instinctively didn't like surprises when it came to Hank, as they invariably resulted in some new form of humiliation and debasement.
Knowing Hank and his lewd proclivities, she wasn't surprised that Kellen's presence was required, guessing Hank wanted a live demonstration rather than a mere description. Kerri's attendance was more disquieting, as our unaware daughter didn't yet know of her younger brother's introduction to the deal.
In addition, Kellen quite frankly knew nothing of his big sister's participation either, and it was very likely to be a shocking and rude awakening to our family's new reality, with Emma rightfully fearing the full ramifications as we sunk into the web of depravity.
After receiving Hank's text, Emma dutifully messaged the kids, telling them to be home by 3:00 p.m. When they arrived, they were naturally inquisitive. All she told them was they needed to go by my office because my boss had something to show them.
Dressed in their usual everyday attire, the three headed out, with Kerri in a cotton printed summer dress and sandals, while Kellen wore his ubiquitous jeans and polo shirt for a look common to young guys.
Emma donned a typical spring outfit of designer jeans and chic t-shirt with pumps, showing off her figure but not anything inappropriately revealing for an office visit. Her mid-length chestnut hair was tied in a ponytail as usual fronted by her fashionable black eyeglasses framing her sparkling emerald eyes.
Allenby's offices are only 15 minutes away, so they easily arrived by 4:00 p.m., which was wise since Hank highly values punctuality, especially when he has something planned. Wisely, Emma didn't want to provide him any incentive to punish our family further, at least no more than the disgraceful acts she suspected he had in store for the afternoon.
"Welcome, Mrs. Tyler, please wait here," Janet Ogawa, Hank's personal assistant, greeted them before the early-thirties, dark-haired Japanese woman disappeared into his office.
Nerves built within Emma, fearing what this afternoon had in store, while Kerri stared off into space feeding her own puzzlement about her brother's presence and remaining unaware of his conscription. Obliviously, Kellen fidgeted with his cell phone.
"You may show yourselves into Mr. Allenby's office now?" Mrs. Ogawa's disembodied voice finally sounded over the intercom.
Emma paused momentarily fearing the worst, and then simply followed the instructions despite her anxiety, realizing delaying only added to their problems.
"C'mon, let's see what this is about," she told our son and daughter, standing bravely in taking the lead.
Entering the expansive office, they found Hank was seated at his desk looking relaxed and strangely pleased with himself. As they approached, Emma noticed something odd yet also familiar about the way he was seated, appearing to slouch backwards with his upper body set slightly away from the desk and his head reclining against the headrest.
Drawing closer to the front of the desk, she was shocked to realize why he was positioned in such a way, as coming barely into view, and just as quickly disappearing and reappearing again in a clear bobbing motion, was the back of a woman's head.
"Ohhh, my," Emma sighed reflexively.
Hank was obviously getting a blowjob right in front of her and our kids, and instantly, she assumed the unlucky gal was Janet Ogawa, since she'd come in a few minutes earlier but hadn't left, although the hair seemed wrong somehow.
'One of her many 'job duties' as personal assistant, no doubt,' my sympathetic wife pitied, remembering Janet's role from previous sessions with the strict but honorable Asian woman while perfecting her own unimpressive blowjob skills.
When the preoccupied woman under the desk lifted her head in reaction to the verbal gasps emitted by my wife and kids upon realizing what she was doing, Hank simply placed his hand on the back of her neck keeping her at her task.
"I'm so glad you could come, ohh, I may cum soon myself. Would you like something to drink?" Hank joked, unable to resist the joke, then graciously offering a beverage over the quiet slurping sounds.
"No, thank you, Mr. Allenby," Emma, Kerri, and Kellen politely declined as one.
"So, I wanted to see how you were getting along with everything, Emma?" Hank inquired, letting the trio stand rather than offering chairs and cutting to the chase in his usual manner.
Suddenly, the woman sucking Hank's cock stopped -- a fact immediately catching Emma's attention, wondering at the abrupt pause thinking she probably didn't realize she had an audience until now.
