Crumbs 3

This story has been posted to Literotica.Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

*.*

**WARNING!! Cuckoldry, cream pies and fudge pies. **WARNING!!

Joshua Liuta fidgeted slightly as he sat on the rear deck of John Smith's Jazz Beach mansion. He felt a little foolish, sitting in just a skimpy pair of swim trunks. He could also feel the late morning sun's harmful UV rays cooking his exposed back.

"Ah, Josh, how are you?" a handsome man dressed in unbuttoned linen shirt and snug swim trunks smiled, approaching him.

"I, I'm fine, sir," Joshua said, getting to his feet.

"Hmm? Are you now?" John Smith smiled an amiable smile.

"Yes, yes sir," Joshua stated.

"Really? You're fine?" John smirked, taking a seat across from Joshua.

"Of course, sir," Joshua said, frowning as he took his seat.

"Even though I addressed you as 'Josh' which you do not like? Even though I specifically stated that our appointment was for ten o'clock but have had you waiting out here for an hour and, hmm twenty eight minutes?" John asked, looking at his Rolex watch. "Even though no one has offered you any beverages, any refreshments, any explanation for my delay? You are fine?"

"I, yes, yes sir," Joshua stammered.

"Stevens University graduated seventy three students from their Business College this May," John said, lighting a thin cigar.

"Yes, that is correct," Joshua agreed. "Overall, there were one hundred and ninety graduates; seventy three in the Business Studies division."

"Care to wager where you placed, Josh?" John asked, blowing a plume of smoke from the fine tobacco.

"I uh, well, that is," Joshua stammered.

"Seventy third. You finished seventy third out of a field of seventy three," John said, blowing another stream of smoke.

"I, well, you see," Joshua said.

"Despite extensive tutoring, incredible leniencies afforded to you, you managed to scrape the lowest rung of the academic ladder. But, Josh, do you know what you call a man who graduated last in his University?" John asked as they heard the rear door of the mansion open.

"No sir," Joshua admitted, looking at the man rather than at the two scantily clad young women that stepped onto the rear deck of the home.

"You call him a graduate," John said and smiled as Tabitha and Tabitha's friend, Cheryl Liuta approached the table.

"Hi Daddy," Tabitha said brightly.

"Hello my dear," John smiled and accepted a hug and kiss from his eighteen year old daughter.

"Hi, Mr. Johnb," Cheryl simpered, brushing her knee length strawberry blonde hair back.

This maneuver caused Cheryl's 32DD breasts to bobble in the very skimpy bikini top. Her brilliant green eyes searched John Smith's unreadable dark eyes to see if her movements had garnered the handsome older man's attention. A brief flicker of a smile was her only indication.

"Tabitha, this is Josh; Cheryl's older brother," John said.

"The one that's been at college?" Tabitha said, looking briefly at the scrawny young man.

"The one and the same," Cheryl answered for John.

"Nice to meet you," Tabitha said politely. "We're going swimming, Daddy."

"Very good," John said and received another hug and kiss from his daughter.

Joshua avoided the temptation to watch Tabitha's well-rounded backside as she and Joshua's sister scampered for the large in-ground swimming pool just beyond the deck. John smiled, making no move to hide the fact that he had watched Cheryl Liuta's sweet backside in her lime green thong. Then he swiveled his attention to Joshua again.

"Your sister is a very becoming young woman," John complimented.

"Yeah, she got the looks and I got the brains," Joshua attempted to joke.

"Well, now, that's not very nice," John said, crushing the cigar in a small glass ashtray. "Calling her an idiot."

"What? I, I didn't call her..." Joshua denied.

"But, yes, yes, she did get the looks," John agreed, raising his hand.

"Yes sir?" a well-muscled man asked, stepping from the shadows.

"Coffee and water please," John said.

"Yes sir," the man said and stepped into the shadows again.

"Josh, how many people are out here?" John asked.

"Huh?" Joshua asked, glancing around.

"A simple question. How many people are out here, on the rear deck of this home?" John asked.

"Well, there's you and me," Joshua said. "Um, you said her name's Tabitha? And Cheryl."

"There are nine people, including myself, my daughter and your sister. Oh, and yourself," John corrected. "And, in the future, Josh? Count yourself first. You come first. Everyone else comes second to yourself."

"Yes sir," Joshua said, chastened.

"Josh, Josh, Josh, I can see why your instructors were less than impressed with your academic aptitude," John sighed as his coffee and his water was placed in front of him.

"Sir? I, what? What do you mean?" Joshua asked.

"I ordered coffee, and water. I am sure, after sitting in this broiling sun, you are thirsty. Yet, when I ordered coffee and water, did you ask for anything? Or did you just let Sean walk away?" John asked.

"Well, I uh, I was being polite," Joshua said.

"Being polite is for pussies," John said, sipping his water.

"Sir? May I have some water?" Joshua asked.

"Oh! But of course!" John said, raising his hand again.

"Here you are," Sean said, setting a glass of iced water in front of Joshua.

Joshua did not catch the lack of formality when Sean addressed him. John looked over at the pool and smiled as the two girls cavorted in the large pool. He then looked at Joshua again.

"Where did you intern?" John inquired as Joshua emptied his glass of iced water.

"Stevens has a brewery on campus; I interned in their distribution office," Joshua said.

"Mm hmm, and according to Manny, you were inept at best, dangerous at worst," John agreed, slowly sipping his coffee. "Hmm. Superb. This coffee is imported from Guyana and is renowned for its low acidity. Tell me, Josh, is coffee grown in any of the fifty states?"

"I uh, yeah, I guess it's grown in California," Joshua mumbled, still smarting over John's comment that his supervisor had called him 'Inept.'

"Hawaii," John corrected. "Now, Josh, let's get to the purpose of your presence here today."

"Yes, let's," Joshua said, tiring of this man's treatment of him.

"I want you to marry my Tabitha," John said.

"I, you, you what?" Joshua spluttered.

"In exchange for marrying my Tabitha, I will hire you on as a vice president; after all, you are my son in law and did graduate from my alma mater," John continued.

"I, really?" Joshua asked; surprised.

He'd mailed out fifty resumes and cover letters. He'd done email follow-ups to the resumes and cover letters. He'd followed the emails with telephone calls. None had expressed any interest in him at all.

""Yes, really," John smiled tightly and nodded as Sean refilled his cup of coffee.

"Uh, what, what exactly is it that we do, sir?" Joshua asked.

"It doesn't concern you; I won't let you anywhere close to anything that you might fuck up," John said. "You will be given an office and a computer where you can sit and look at pornography all day long. From time to time, your personal assistant will bring something to you that requires your signature. Mostly these papers will regard Tabitha's trust; as her husband you will have limited access to those funds. And in board meetings? If I vote 'Aye' you will vote 'Aye' and if I vote 'Nay' you will vote 'Nay' as well. I do not give a damn what your personal thoughts or feelings might be; you will not contradict me. But all in all, you will be paid hmm, ten thousand a month to sit and be a good boy."

"Ten... Ten thousand? A month?" Joshua goggled.

"Here's the long and short of it, Josh," John said. "Tabitha is my only child. See, nineteen years ago, her mother, my sister Chelsea, well, we were horsing around and well, things went a little further than they should have and and..."

"Wait, wait, her mom, her mother? Is your sister?" Joshua asked.

"Was. Was my sister," John admitted. "Such a delicate young woman. Sadly, depression took its toll; we lost her to suicide a few years ago."

"I'm sorry for your loss," Joshua said automatically.

"I am sure you are," John said, waving his hand over the table.

Sean appeared and took the coffee cup and saucer and disappeared again. Joshua did chance a look over his shoulder as Tabitha stepped out of the pool. His cock hardened as he watched the water glistening from her lightly tanned flesh. With a flick of her wrist, she pulled her waist length brown hair back.

"Anyway, you and Tabitha will live here, in this home," John continued.

"Here?" Joshua asked, looking at the three story home now.

"Yes; you and she will have a suite on the second floor," John said. "Most nights, though, she will not be in your bed."

"Huh? Where, where will she be?" Joshua asked.

"She will be in my bed," John said.

"I, that, that's, that's incest!" Joshua spluttered, shocked.

"Yes, yes it is," John agreed. "How very astute of you."

Joshua sat as John explained that Tabitha would be in her father's bed most nights, coming to Joshua's bed for Joshua to clean her up. Joshua fought hard to hold the vomit down when John explained, in quite graphic detail that Joshua would be using his tongue to clean his wife's pussy and rectum of her father's semen.

"Your only sexual relief will be your hand," John smirked. "And, that is, of course, if Tabitha gives you permission to spank your tiny little wee-wee.""

"I, what, what's to stop me from going to the police? Incest is illegal, you know," Joshua braved asking.

"You will disappear," Sean said from right behind Joshua.

Joshua jumped; he'd not known Sean was right behind him. Turning to glance up at the behemoth, he saw that Sean was no longer directly behind him. John smiled when Joshua turned to look at him again.

"So, I, I'm to spend the rest of my life? Beating off?" Joshua asked glumly.

"Hmm? Oh, oh no, no, Josh," John said, looking over and smiling as a squeal sounded from the pool.

After a moment, he returned his cold stare at Josh. Josh tried to study the man's face but could not read anything in the man's features.

"After five years or three children, whichever comes first, you'll be given a divorce," John said. "At that time, I will give you one million dollars and you'll quietly walk away. One million dollars will help you rebuild your life, find yourself a wife, be happy."

"Can, can I think about it?" Joshua asked.

"No. Oh, and I will be marrying Cheryl. She's already said 'yes' and your mother has given her blessing. Were you to say 'no' to my generous proposal? Well then, your mother would not be getting the new home in Hardington Acres; you know she's always wanted a home in that gated community. And your sister would not be getting her fancy wedding she's always dreamed of."

"But, but why? Why do you even want Tabitha to get married?" Joshua asked.

"An unmarried, pregnant daughter? With some of the people I do business with, this would be a sign of weakness. But if she has a loving, devoted husband, well then..." John patiently explained. "We have an appointment with Parker Johnson of Johnson, Johnson and Lambert tomorrow morning at nine; do not be late. Tabitha!"

"Yes Daddy?" Tabitha dutifully asked, appearing at her father's side.

"Tabitha, meet Josh, your husband to be," John smiled as Tabitha squeezed the water from her lustrous brown locks.

"Actually, it's Joshua," Joshua stated.

"Uh huh," Tabitha regarded him with cold blue eyes.

In fluent German, Johann Paul Smitchensen's native language, John explained to his daughter the ramifications of the marriage. Tabitha responded in German that ten thousand dollars a month was a paltry sum.

"Does he not know I can spend ten thousand dollars in a single morning?" Tabitha asked her father.

"No, but he will soon find out, dear daughter," John chuckled.

"And should he fail to pay the bills? He will not be allowed to pleasure himself," Tabitha declared, smiling sweetly at Joshua.

"Ah, yes, yes, you are truly my daughter," John laughed in delight.

"Run along now, Josh; we'll see you in the morning," John said in English.

Flinging his linen shirt onto his chair, John performed a running dive into the cool waters and playfully grabbed Cheryl. After she squealed and playfully batted at him, they shared a passionate kiss.

"So, did the imbecile agree to it?" Cheryl asked, pulling her mouth from John's insistent lips.

"Of course. By now, my dear girl, you should know that Johann Paul Smtchensen always gets what he wants," John smiled.

Arriving to the trailer he shared with his mother and his sister, Joshua saw the frenzied mood his mother was in. Joyously, she prattled on and on about her new home and the fact that her furniture would be coming from O'Neil's and not from Deubler's Furniture & Appliances. Grabbing Joshua's face in a beefy grip, his mother snarled that he had better toe the line, do whatever his new father in law said to do.

"You fuck this up, so help me God, I will beat the white right off of your ass," she promised.

From the moment Joshua Liuta entered the lobby of the law offices of Johnson, Johnson & Lambert, there was no question whom Parker Johnson was working for. No one offered Joshua any refreshments, and after the third time of telling Parker and Parker's assistant that his name was Joshua and being ignored, Josh just put his head down and scrawled his signature where indicated.

"Splendid, splendid; you start work on Monday," John said, standing after the last piece of paper was notarized.

"Congratulations, Josh," Parker snapped, no warmth in his cold blue eyes. "Tabitha is certainly a beautiful young lady."

"Yes, yes she is," John agreed, shaking Parker's hand.

"Thank you," Josh said, holding out his hand.

Parker left without acknowledging Josh's hand. Parker's assistant, a stunning red head with pneumatic breasts did shoot Josh a pitying look before promising to have everything filed.

On Monday, Josh showed up at Smith Logistics. He was shown to a broom closet sized room and told that this was his office. A moment later, a stunning young red head showed up and introduced herself as Tiffany Clark, his administrative assistant.

"Don't get any ideas," John warned, a playful smile on his lips. "Remember that pre-nup you signed. You so much as lay a finger on Ms. Clark here you leave with the clothes on your back."

"He won't lay a finger on me," Tiffany sneered at her new boss.

The morning was spent signing various papers. Tiffany's demeanor was cold, business-like, and efficient. She had a notary stamp and did notarize every sheet of paper before grabbing the papers and leaving the office.

At twelve thirty, Josh left the building and drove to Clark's Drive-In for lunch. Returning, he found Tiffany sitting in a desk, regarding him with cold eyes.

"Your lunch card is on your desk; you're expected to eat lunch in the cafeteria," she snapped.

"Oh. I uh, no, no one told me," Josh mumbled, entering his own office.

"Well, Josh, I am so sorry. Didn't know you needed someone to hold your hand," Tiffany snapped. "Need me to tell you when you can pee?"

"Hey, hey, what's with the shitty attitude?" Josh asked, becoming frustrated.

"Mrs. Alton? Yes, yes, I would like to file a complaint. My supervisor just used profanity. Yes ma'am; he asked me about my and I quote 'shitty attitude.' Yes ma'am; Mr. Josh Liuta," Tiffany barked into her telephone.

With a smug expression, Tiffany let Josh know he was expected to report to Mrs. Alton's office. When he asked her where this Mrs. Alton's office might be, Tiffany pointed a well-manicured fingernail to the left of their office outer door.

By Friday, the work conditions had not improved. Josh had made no inroads with any of his fellow executives; most of them just smirked at him when he was in their midst. Josh also asked John Smith about possibly getting a new personal assistant; Tiffany's condescending, patronizing attitude was more than he was willing to stomach.

"Hmm? Sorry about that but no. She's the best qualified for the job," John smiled.

Before he knew it, the wedding was upon them. Josh's best man was a man he'd never met before; he didn't know any of his grooms' men. Before entering the church, John cornered Josh and reminded him just how important it was that Josh perform his duties.

"Fuck this up? I will not kill you; you will kill yourself just to make the beatings stop," John promised.

Tabitha was truly beautiful in her ivory wedding gown. Her father smiled proudly as he walked the eighteen year old girl down the aisle. John wiped at a false tear when he declared that Tabitha's mother and he gave his daughter to be wed.

During the ceremony and at the lavish reception afterward, Tabitha was smiling, happy, affectionate with her new husband. Josh wondered at the change in his bride; up to this day, she'd barely said three words to him. But for the gathering, for the photographer and videographer, she was constantly touching Josh, smiling up at him, softly caressing him, softly kissing him.

Finally, the celebration was over. Under a shower of rice, Josh and Tabitha scampered to the limousine.

His mother, sister, and new father in law were already in the limousine as it hurried to the Lafayette Airport. Leaning over, Josh attempted to kiss his bride.

"Jesus, the fucking cameras are off, dumb ass," Tabitha snarled, slapping Josh quite hard across his face.

"I uh," Josh stammered, wondering where the affectionate, loving wife had disappeared to.

"You know, I have never been to Australia," John commented to no one in particular.

"Am, am, I going to Australia?" Josh timidly asked.

"Jesus, Daddy, really? Did you have to pick such an idiot?" Tabitha asked.

"Yes, Josh," John patiently explained. "I mean, how would it look? Your bride is on her honeymoon but you just go on into work?"

His seat was small and cramped. The service was fine; the flight attendants did do what they could for the long flight, but Josh was bored, stiff, and unrested by the time the plane landed.

The four others had already left him by the time he made it from the airplane to the terminal of the airport. Repeated calls to his wife's cell phone were unanswered. John's cell phne sent Josh to voice mail. His sister did not answer her phone. Finally, his mother answered and demanded to know why he was calling.

"Oh, dear God. I don't remember dropping you on your head, but I guess I must have," his mother snapped and told him the name of their hotel.

Josh congratulated himself for remembering to ask for the suite number before she ended the call. A taxi took him from the airport to the hotel. Josh was sure he was being taken the long way and that he was being overcharged. But, he also knew he didn't know enough to argue about it.

"God damn, about time, you pathetic little worm," Tabitha snapped when Josh finally arrived.

"I, thanks so much for waiting for me," Josh snapped.

"You ever speak to me like that again, I will have you eliminated," Tabitha screamed, slapping him across his face with all of her might.

"Bedroom. Now," John snarled, already in his boxers. "You pathetic little shit. Do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment?"

"Eighteen years, five months and three days?" Tabitha giggled happily, giving her father a passionate kiss.