The Theft Of Our Lives 09 Pt 02

The Theft of Our Lives 09, Pt. 2

By Tug Coxwell

Disclaimer: This is part 2 of 3 for this chapter, as it is very long. 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 OFFICE CELEBRATION

Naked, enthralled, and clearly impressed by the level of our mutual employer's carnal avarice, Ike handed Kerri and Kellen each a cocktail.

"Bravo! You've earned this but drink it quickly and don't get too comfortable. I'm guessing the party's just getting started and I'm certain you'll both be very popular," he congratulated, breaking the hushed silence befalling the room.

"Damn right it's just getting started!" Peggy hooted, reaching under the hem of her loose floral cotton skirt even as she spoke, pulling down her lacy panties and tossing them carelessly on a nearby chair.

Margaret Hilliard was a slip of a woman possessing a slender frame, standing 5'5" and not weighing more than 110 lbs. She's probably about 35-years-old with a hint of alluring curves around the hips and buttocks.

A former TV presenter and a 'trophy wife' for Dunc, Lady Hilliard was remarkably beautiful with shoulder-length dark black hair contrasting against tanned skin. Unsurprisingly, given her station in life, she bore the stature and carriage of a woman of wealth and time on her hands.

On this day, Peggy was fashionably dressed in light summer attire for a warm day, wearing a blousy skirt and white cotton top, the bodice of which emphasized the cleavage of her nice B-cup breasts to their best advantage pushed up in her stylish black frilly bra.

The socialite's pampered skin showed a bronze tone acquired from play in the sun on the Mediterranean coast while her husband earned his millions from the family company, which she had no difficulty spending. That money had purchased the Hilliard's a peerage two generations earlier, inherited by Dunc when his father passed.

Needing a break even as the debauched festivities were only beginning, Kellen collapsed on the sofa drinking his cocktail with his pants still around his knees and his soft cock draped languidly between his legs.

Kerri simply stayed on her knees, still fully dressed and perhaps a little shellshocked savoring the cool freshness of her first gin and tonic while recovering from her most recent demoralizing trauma.

As Betsy and my wife had not been told to stop, the sisterly duo quietly suckled and nibbled on Hank's stiff cock while growing tired from the continuous effort but with Hank unwilling or unready to shoot his wad.

Then came a tentative knock on the office door.

"You called for my team, Mr. Allenby?" Ned Sternhagen's nervous voice sounded from the other side, uncertain of the reason for the uncommon summons.

"Come on in, Ned. I have good news!" Hank called gleefully, assuring his Sales Manager everything was well.

"Go, go," my boss abruptly shooed Emma and Betsy away, satisfied for the moment with their efforts yet still not wanting to pop his cork too early in the celebration.

Grateful for the reprieve, my wife and her half-nude sister fled for the bar for a drink, with Ike graciously preparing the much-needed concoction. Despite her unaccustomed exposure, Betsy resigned herself to no longer covering her big bare breasts, especially as rampant nudity became more and more pervasive in the room.

At Hank's invitation the office door opened, and the three-person sales staff filed in before stopping dead in their tracks admiring the scene. What they saw surprised no one, except Marg Jorgensen, the junior member and only woman on the Sales team.

Certain departments in the company were privy to Hank's exclusive 'rewards' system. As the primary revenue driver, Sales was one of them, but Marg was new, and this was her first foray into the 'den of iniquity' as the staff laughingly referred to the company president's office.

The beautiful young associate was nervous, but admittedly curious too. She'd heard about it -- the wild stories and all but didn't know what was true and what was fable. She was always assured, however, that everyone had a great time and participation was strictly voluntary.

Marg also knew it was good for her career to network, fit in with the team, and be 'one of the guys.' Even then, notwithstanding her intense ambition for success, she felt apprehensive about joining the party. One things was certain, she had no real option than to come when Hank called the entire team for congratulations.

"Ohhh, my goodness!" she exclaimed almost comically, scanning the room and shocked finding a topless woman having a drink, a young guy without pants on the sofa, and the unmistakably nude Mr. Jones-Dixon near the bar.

The last sight was quite a revelation.

After working with Mr. J-D on a couple of sales initiatives during her brief time with Allenby, seeing him now stripped bare exposing his frighteningly large manhood for all to appreciate was unnerving and exciting all at once, quickly convincing the recent college graduate the prurient stories must be true.

Ken, her sales compatriot was a veteran of Hank's benefits package so not much caught him off-guard. He was in his forties and had seen a few female co-workers, as well as co-worker's wives, sisters, and even daughter's serving as 'hostess' at Hank's parties over the years, so the picture before him was not unique or novel.

As Marg learned later, our vindictive boss once even entrapped a 19-year-old male employee in his net, requiring him to serve up his own mother for Hank's amusement -- an unfortunate but attractive late 30's matron and devoutly religious.

By the time she finished paying off her son's debt to Allenby, the dispirited woman had pulled a train of Hank's best clients without the benefit of birth control and without her husband ever finding out. It was just dumb luck and good fortune she didn't get pregnant.

Perusing the bevy of women available at this event, Ken knew this occasion was like nothing Hank had offered in the past, noting the presence of two strikingly similar mature women who could be sisters, and that the guy and gal looked to be siblings.

"Shit, looks like the old sonofabitch bagged an entire adult family," he observed quietly, unaware of the accuracy of his guess as a new wrinkle in Hank's depraved rewards system for his star employees.

Of course, he had no idea they were my family, at least not yet. That was to be a surprise.

"Ned, the Hilliard Corporation has just re-upped for another three years and your team is a large part of the reason why. Awesome work!" Hank praised effusively, truly pleased, and magnanimous when it came to sharing the credit and the rewards that came from good work.

"Your team did an outstanding job, so I want you to take the rest of the day off to celebrate and share in the spoils. Take tomorrow off too. You'll probably need it," he congratulated enthusiastically.

"Thank you, Mr. Allenby, that is great news," Ned glowed, basking in the plaudit.

"Ned, I think under the circumstances, since my pants are off and we're all so familiar, you can call me Hank for this afternoon," the happy president informed the relieved Sales Manager. "You know Duncan Hilliard, of course, and the beautiful lady to his left who just discarded her panties is his wife, Peggy."

That otherwise TMI moment served in setting the stage for the frivolity and debauchery to come for Ned -- married and balding in his fifties, his senior supervisor Scott, and the yet-to-be initiated Marg, whose participation was still undecided and soon to be determined

"Folks, bar the door and to the bar. Let the fun begin!" Hank declared exuberantly.

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No introductions were made of Emma or our family this time. Hank apparently figured everyone could introduce themselves while they used their bodies, since that was his clear intent.

Pounding her second drink, Peggy let whatever veneer of English propriety drop, moving to the sofa to commandeer the services of Kerri before anyone else could get to our beautiful coed.

"Move over stud, but don't go far," she ordered our bewildered 18-year-old son, Kellen, who shifted one spot on the sofa while Peggy plopped down in his place.

Kerri had hatched her cocktail looking for some courage in a glass in anticipation of what looked to be a long afternoon, kneeling, and dressed simply in her light frock but now in front of the forceful British matron.

"You are lovely, dear," Peggy appraised our 19-year-old college freshman, her tone sweet and sincere but her mind spinning lasciviously with her next words frank and to the point.

"I've seen how well you swallow cock, sweetheart. Your brother is lucky to have such a talented sister. Very lucky, indeed," Lady Hilliard commented lewdly, while turning to Kellen and briefly studying his flaccid meat draped lifelessly in his lap.

"Or maybe you're the lucky one, young lady. Either way, I'd like to know if you're equally accomplished at eating pussy," she posited matter-of-factly with a raised eyebrow, abruptly lifting her leg over the armrest of the sofa and sliding her ass to the front edge of the cushion.

Drawing the hem of her skirt to her waist, Peggy exposed a neatly trimmed, thick black bush of pussy hair surrounding delicately ruffled pink labia. The puffy lips were already glistening with dampness at the prospect of our healthy, angelic daughter burying her freckled face between her thighs and working her artful tongue on her mature cunt.

"Um, really?" Kerri gulped at the unpleasant prospect, eyeing the expectant woman's twat with a sense of queasiness but also a strange resignation, gradually growing accustomed to doing as told even if she didn't want to do it or otherwise ever consider it.

"Oh yes, really, darling. Now, get in there and eat me out. Oh, and remember, I'm a VIP, so I expect the best," the demanding aristocrat retorted firmly but not harshly.

As with many young women, Kerri's insecure about most everything and anxious to be desired. While her servitude to Hank was taking a toll on her psyche, she found the praise accompanying her performance, the compliments about her cute looks, and the obvious demand for her services exciting, feeding her youthful need for attention.

Deep inside, however, our increasingly corrupted daughter also sensed a compelling need to do as Hank required, revealing a buried submissive strain in her psychological make-up.

Currently, that person was Lady Margaret Hilliard, and for all the praise and plaudits, Kerri was uncertain of her skills for the job requested, even though she'd never performed it herself. Disturbingly, her only experience with cunnilingus was when her mother regretfully ate her own pussy at the poker party.

In actuality, Kerri didn't truly know if she was really any good at eating pussy at all, so felt a bit intimidated at the prospect of servicing this strange woman's beckoning cunt, but she'd always excelled in everything she tried, and assumed this was no different.

'Do the best you can, Ker. It's not like you do this all the time,' she ambivalently reasoned, giggling nervously while expecting the only way to find out was to do for Peggy the things her mother did that night, then hope for the best.

The fact she never considered herself a lesbian, or even bisexual, didn't help with her apprehension, but the warming effects of the alcohol and her innate confidence aided her strength in overcoming that obstacle.

Peering at Peggy's hairy snatch, Kerri noted it was neatly cropped into a clean triangle of jet-black curls trimmed short, appearing soft and just plentiful enough to cover the swell of her curved mound. The dark hair stopped above the cleft of her vagina, for which our novice daughter was thankful, fearing it might be a distraction and possibly tickle her nose.

Afraid to overthink the unwanted deed, Kerri expeditiously dipped her face to the task, brushing her freckled cheeks lightly against the delicate inner thighs of her subject as she did.

"Oooooh," Peggy cooed as a delightful tingle ran directly to her responsive clitoris at the mere thought of our pretty youngster's face between her spread legs.

Kerri paused a moment, her mouth perched just above the inflamed seam splitting Peggy's blossoming cunt, spying up the reclining body and finding a picture of pure lust filling radiant blue eyes.

"Uuummmm," the older woman hummed at the warmth of Kerri's breath on her sensitized pussy just before her probing tongue connected with the outer labia, forcing more mewling sighs from the English aristocrat's curling lips.

It was a weird sensation for our neophyte daughter -- plump, rubbery, and soft all at once, and Kerri's tongue initially recoiled at the potency of the taste, but then adjusted while inhaling the musky fragrance that was so different than her own when she masturbated.

"Mmmmm, ohh yesss, you are a doll," Peggy sighed, enraptured by our youthful lass.

Kerri deliberately trailed her tongue up the quivering petals, parting them as a plow through loose soil then repeating the motion a second, third and fourth time, with each pass delving deeper to explore the dark steamy furrow to Lady Hilliard's clear satisfaction.

"That's lovely," the receptive Brit encouraged joyously, her hips squirming at the soothing feel of our uncertain coed's wriggling tongue. "Hmmmmm, ooohh, sooooo good."

With Kerri busily eating her pussy, Peggy dropped her hand deliberately onto Kellen's lap, wrapping her slender, refined fingers around his spent cock. Toying with the limp meat, she lightly stroked its sensitive surface in expectation of bringing it to life quickly with his youthful vigor and quick refractory period.

"Stay close young man, ummm, I'm going to need you later," she advised between gentle sighs.

Peggy intended to make good use of our awestruck 18-year-old son's hard cock but wasn't presently in a hurry, so her manipulations of his proud staff were relaxed and leisurely.

Overwhelmed by everything happening to and around him, including watching his pretty sister bury her sweet face between the strange older woman's thighs dipping her pink tongue judiciously into Lady Hilliard's simmering twat, Kellen simply let the woman's warm hand play with his soft cock.

He couldn't deny it felt good.

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Activity picked up around the room as the party swung into action.

Without further instructions, Janet Ogawa dishonorably dropped to her knees before Lord Hilliard, reaching into the 51-year-old noble and corporate magnate's expensive black slacks and fishing out his average-sized penis.

As she'd learned like every other woman subjected to Hank's control, she did not stroke the limp cock to hardness. Rather, with a solemn look of sadness, the misused Japanese wife scooped up the drooping tool between her gentle lips, nursing it until it achieved its full 6" length.

At that point, she began giving the impressed Englishman a sumptuous blowjob in earnest. Gingerly sucking his slender pole, Mrs. Ogawa was aware to take her time and be respectful of his pleasure, not wanting the bring him off too quickly and ruin his enjoyment of the married assistant's delightfully warm, wet mouth.

Holding back hidden tears, Janet's dark brown eyes never left his beaming gaze.

"Ahhhhh, you truly do offer the best perks, Hank," Lord Hilliard approved, complimenting my pleased employer.

Dunc was thrilled and Hank was fortunate, having no idea Dunc had a secret passion for Asian women. My well-connected boss knew Dunc happily enjoyed the curvaceous body and hot-blooded passion of Vanessa, a Brazilian mid-20's vixen, and didn't know how well he'd take to the slightly older, more modest Mrs. Ogawa.

It had been a risk elevating the secretarial pool employee to her 'vaunted' status, but she was so naturally demure and subservient he couldn't pass up the opportunity to corrupt the faithfully married woman.

I'd learned in a brief time working in human resources that Allenby Consolidation gave every employment candidate a psychological evaluation for personality traits and attitudes. What I didn't know is that Hank reviews the profile of every attractive woman looking for indications of subliminally submissive tendencies as a marker for ultimate exploitation.

Mrs. Ogawa clearly met his qualifications.

Studiously observing his lovely personal assistant from his desk performing her assigned task, her hair pinned up while stripped down to her lavender bra and panties sucking the noble cock of the tall Anglo-Saxon corporate titan, Hank correctly assumed the transition had gone just fine and the deferential woman met his very particular needs precisely.

A perfectionist, in keeping with her cultural background, Janet's technique was flawless, and without using her dainty hands other than to gently massage Dunc's hairy ball sack, she applied her mouth, lips, and tongue to nibble and tease his highly-agitated tool in a servile manner making him grin from ear-to-ear.

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Across the room, the sales team played catch-up at the bar, downing drinks quickly and ensuring Marg's glass was constantly refilled. The raunchy men were anxious for the appealing junior sales associate's attendance at Hank's bacchanal but were uncertain they could persuade the recently married woman to participate, and correctly assumed alcohol could only help.

Although Margrethe Jorgensen was new to the company, she was not naïve by any stretch. Commonly known as Marg, she partied in college just as much as any other free-spirited coed. Upon graduation, she decided it was time to get serious and a month ago married Frederik, a native of Denmark whom she met her senior year as an exchange student.

Of Danish ancestry too, Marg's heritage showed in her good looks -- 5'6" and weighing probably 125 lbs., the beauty was all curves from top to bottom. It was difficult to decide her best feature -- her delightful ass, her shapely legs, or her perfect D-cup tits.

The splendid package was topped by a truly lovely face of clear, lily-white complexion with a delicately pointed nose and highly defined chin and cheek bones. Her deep crystal blue eyes were set off by her sandy brown hair, perfectly straight and cut in a short, sassy style with close-cropped bangs draping her forehead.

Protected throughout her life, Marg was a college cheerleader with a vivacious personality and drop-dead gorgeous looks. She won at everything she ever tried, excelled in school, and always got the guy.

Marg wanted that winning streak to continue in her career, making her entry into sales a natural outlet with her degree in business marketing. She knew sales was the path to the executive offices and that's where she intended to find herself, sooner rather than later.

In short, the neophyte saleswoman was smart, beautiful, and most importantly, ambitious.

Even then, the young bride took her wedding vows seriously and was concerned about compromising them while getting a sleazy reputation just to get a leg up in the company. While not shy about discreetly flashing some cleavage to smooth the trail, Marg wasn't looking to sleep her way to the top.

Her superiors knew her attitude towards her marriage, fidelity, and adulterous sex, but hope springs eternal and they didn't plan to let this opportunity get away. Collaboratively, they schemed to get her good and loosened up before turning on the peer pressure and warping her voracious appetite for success into her surrender to a new and less honorable role with Allenby.