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.
