Disclaimer: This is part 3 of 3 of this much too long chapter. This 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 (continued)
Emma's breathless grunts under the dual stimulus of the vibrator and forceful pounding of the nasty salesman, and Aunt Betsy's deep moans generated by the incestuous oral intercourse with her surprising big sister looked to last a while, so Kellen turned his attention to Marg, now thoroughly submissive to her desires for her career advancement.
"Owwhhh," the young bride winced, suffering Ned actively teasing her protracted nipples, roughly nibbling the rubbery buds, and stretching the elastic flesh to full extension.
The vulgar man fixed his eager mouth to the disgraced saleswoman's breast without remorse, gnawing playfully on her tit, caressing the tender little nub with his tongue, and then soothing its erect form. Standing in her employer's office wearing only her black satin panties, nylons, and heels, the uncertain wife surveyed the room, seeking solace and respite, and finding none.
Morosely, Marg switched her focus to anywhere but her chest, with her traumatized eyes eventually meeting Kellen's, before shamefully turning away trying to avoid the embarrassment of our 18-year-old son witnessing her descent into the status of cheating wife so early in her marriage.
Ned and Scott's roamed freely, but rather than continuing his exploration of the newlywed's nubile body, Scott unzipped his fly and released his semi-hard cock. Commandeering Marg's hand, he placed its warm throbbing length in her palm.
"Ewwhhh, ohh no! Oh, please, that's so, forbidden!" she protested mildly as the reality of her decision took corporeal form as his dense cock, reacting without thinking by attempting to release the offending penis like a hot poker.
Anticipating the move, Scott smartly gripped his fingers around her own, preventing her from letting go.
As Marg panicked at the introduction of the man's cock into her palm, Ned didn't hesitate taking advantage of her distress, essentially doing the same with his equally large, semi-flaccid pole and wrapping the slender fingers of the distraught woman's other hand around his pulsing shaft.
"Wha? Whaaatt?!" the disgraced bride recoiled in horror, holding their growing cocks helplessly in the crowded office.
Marg now had a man's stiffening prick in each hand, with the veined flesh hardening simply from contact with the supple warmth of her delicate palm. As she did, her two superiors unrepentantly pressed forward with their attention to her bare breasts, enjoying their plump softness and toying with her hard nipples.
Dismayed and demoralized, she couldn't believe how quickly she'd shifted from tenuous observer to active, and extremely appealing, participant in Hank's sexual playground.
Throughout her brief tenure, Marg heard the rumors and seen some odd sights -- the quiet whispers of the men or the occasional out-of-place appearance of a scantily-clad woman. She wasn't sure whether to believe the stories but was certain that as a valued employee she'd never be reduced to the disreputable role of coveted company sex toy.
Yet here she was, in her very first introduction to the inner world of Hank's private lair, stripped to her stockings and panties holding the semi-erect cocks of her two supervisors. Not just any men, but her mentors with whom she worked and whom she respected, including her department manager, Ned Sternhagen.
"Ohh, w-what, uh, what am I doing?" the bedeviled saleswoman questioned facilely, tears rolling down her cheeks at her moral demise and so distressed she only babbled her concerns.
Intoxicated, unable to speak coherently, and emotionally overwhelmed by the men's brazen approach, Marg's quandary was made all the greater by her inexplicable collapse of morality, loss of dignity, and complete lack of fidelity to Frederik less than a month after taking her vows.
Confused and discombobulated, she didn't even realize her supervisors were now gliding her hands along their responsive shafts, coaxing them to life while they continued presumptuously nibbling and suckling her stiff nipples.
Once gaining the rigidity of an iron-bar, however, Ned and Scott were ready for the next step in the luscious newlywed's downward spiral to company slut, and downward is exactly where Ned guided Marg, steadily applying a firm hand to each shoulder.
The healthy young woman's taut thighs resisted instinctively at first, at least until her legs buckled under the constant pressure, assisted deviously by a resourceful nudge by Scott to the back of her knees. In an instant, Mrs. Jorgensen was in a kneeling position before the two men with their clear intent waving indecently before her watery blue eyes.
"Oh dear," Marg mumbled, staring apprehensively at the pair of sturdy cocks she had only moments ago reluctantly stroked to full erection.
The twin staffs were probably a foot apart, bobbing with excitement from her superior's anticipation of what the defeated saleswoman knew was about to occur. Closing her eyes briefly, her trepidation ran wild, breathing deeply in a feeble attempt to calm herself.
'Do I really want this? Can I do this for my success? For Frederik's and my future together?' she pondered, poorly rationalizing her actions with the thought of securing the couple's financial future but brought back to reality when Ned said the words that didn't need to be spoken.
"Come on, Marg, we didn't hire you for your ability to smooth talk a prospective customer," he plainly summarized her real position in the company, his voice reassuring but his words damning.
"There's better uses for your lovely mouth than talking," Scott chimed in, clearly spelling out her expected role.
"Let's see if this is where your true oral skills come into play," Ned stated in a soft, but commanding tone, succinctly revealing his actual designs for her many hidden talents.
With that, both men chuckled, standing silently waiting for the broken young bride to begin the immoral act.
Marg tearfully gazed up at her mentors then, through wet eyes, at the inflamed cocks jutting just inches away -- their fat purple knobs pulsing angry with blood and the long, thick shafts standing upright as wooden poles buried in their nests of coarse brownish-gray hair.
It was an impossible and totally unexpected situation, but one her weak-willed, submissive personality couldn't find the strength to prevent. The lewd scenario was so out of character from how she was raised, and yet not, knowing her ambition and more precariously, that she'd always deferred to authority figures, just as her father had taught.
Even in her so-called 'wild college days,' Marg had never been with two men at once, and certainly not given dual blowjobs. Now, she faced the unspoken pressure of the men's watchful countenance bearing down, and the disconsolate newlywed ultimately resolved herself to perform the sordid task and capitulating to the unseemly infidelity.
'Frederik can never know,' she silently swore, futilely appeasing her shattered sense of decency and faithfulness.
At this moment, Mrs. Margrethe Jorgensen surrendered completely, realizing that pondering her sorrowful decision didn't make her task any easier. Warily reaching for the eagerly waving cocks once again, her slender fingers barely encompassed the circumference of the impressive staffs when gripped at the base.
Subconsciously, the tarnished wife understood why these men were in positions of success and power. Men with cocks this size were natural type-A males -- leaders and aggressive winners taking what they wanted and projecting their strength through their stalwart manhood's.
Right now, they wanted Marg, and she was too ambitious and also too pacified to do anything but tangibly comply with their profligate demands, with no idea as yet the extend of her coming debasement as married fuck doll or that her heretofore unrealized deferential tendencies served her well in her soon-to-be role as a company closer.
"Hmm, uhmm," she sweetly sniffled her conflicting emotions to the sheer joy of Ned and Scott, taking as much pleasure in her moral struggle and ultimate defeat as they expected to take from the pleasures of her sumptuous mouth.
The pretty saleswoman's cheeks scrunched, with the wetness in her deep blue eyes puddling in the wells of her eyelids. Screwing her tear-stained face upward in supplication, those sad eyes implored her lustful supervisors for discretion, if not honor, in what was the most satisfyingly erotic sight either man had ever seen.
"Please, don't tell my husband," Marg mournfully pleaded in a girly squeak betraying her doubt and weakness, overcome with the power of the men towering above her subdued form.
"Of course, doll. Just be a good girl and do a good job, and your nice new hubby will never need to know about his wife's indiscretions so soon after the wedding day," Ned patronized in a comforting tone.
Falsely assuaging her worst fears, it was a terrible thing to say but also a true reflection of his genuinely execrable character, as his ostensibly placating words instead served to emphasize she was, in fact, about to be unfaithful to Frederik after only a month of marriage.
"Whew," she breathed deeply, taking a last pause, and wallowing in her shame.
Numbed to the point of complacency, the maligned bride summoned what little fortitude she had left, returning her expressive blue eyes to the two unrelenting cocks bobbing actively before her face, now perversely determined to do her best to satisfy the men so her secret remained within the room.
Forming her inviting mouth into an exaggerated 'O', the betrayed Mrs. Jorgensen encircled the swollen crown of Scott's stiff cock, deftly surrounding the entire flared rim with her luscious red lips.
