Chapter 05 - Homefront, pt 1
February 11, 2008 - 1 week later
Gorden, Dole and Smit Law Offices - 6:00 pm
"Oh fuck... oh fuck... ohhhh fuuuuuccccckkkkk!" Charlene moaned softly as she rocked her hips on Donald's dick.
'Donald was an interesting man,' She thought idly as she enjoyed his soft hands pinching and twisting her nipples.
In the last week he had proved himself a prolific groper. Every time she brought anything to him, he'd grab copious amounts of her ass or breasts. He'd stick his fingers in her pussy, up her vagina, and even in her ass. He regularly requested that she wear transparent silk blouses, to not wear a bra during working hours, and at the end of every evening after work have her stay an extra hour and cuddle with him on the couch naked while burying his head in her breasts and nearly purr like a cat, and after fucking he would ask for her panties. Of course they were always G-strings or thongs, mostly lace, but she did have a few cotton thongs she wore on her monthly, but those were only for home use. She never wore them to work.
Then one evening he asked her if she could lactate milk spontaneously while suckling her breasts hopeful for a fresh production. He should have known, but she told him anyway, "Nope! Not until I get pregnant and have the baby... then I will have gallons of milk for you."
"Gallons," He asked, his voice thick with arousal.
"Yep, gallons," Charlene answered with a nod as he nibbled on her nipple, "Believe it or not, before I had Heather I was a thirty-six B-cup in my bra size."
"Really," Donald mumbled, "and you grew from B's to D's from that pregnancy?"
"No," She answered with a laugh, "I grew B's to G's once my milk came in, and then later shrank to F's. Only after a few years when I didn't have any more kids did they shrink down to D's."
"Oh shit! I am so getting you pregnant," He promised as he purred happily.
"Not if I can help it," She retorted, reminding him that per their contract she was not going to let them impregnate her.
Strangely, he was very disappointed...
For the rest of the week, including tonight, for the last half hour he has been kissing her entire body, from her lips...to her lips. He slid his tongue between her labia and licked her from her ass all the way to her clitoris. He softly bit her ass cheeks where her plump flesh met the backs of her thighs, and all the way to where her cheeks met her vagina. He softly licked her rectum, sometimes delving deep inside her, licking her soft pink insides as she clamped down on his tongue. Once he finished up, he would go brush his teeth, gargle with a lavender mouthwash, and then return and delve her pussy for the rest of their time together.
The lavender would warm her up until she was so hot she could barely contain herself. Donald delved deep inside her vagina licking up to find her g-spot then withdrawing to lick up her vulva to her clitoris. He suckled and chewed her labia softly. Oh so softly, and then licked her clitoris until it was swollen with arousal, then he sucked her into his mouth and licked until her back was arching as she wailed in climatic ecstasy. He didn't stop until she was crushing his head between her thighs and trying to push his mouth away from her sensitive bud. Only once she was quivering did he pull back and kiss his way up her body until he could thrust his dick inside her pussy as his mouth met hers in a lustful kiss.
He was already so hard and he came within seconds of insertion, but she didn't care. Her forth orgasm swept over her as he thrust deep inside and sprayed her full of his potent spend. When he finally finished pumping both his dick and sperm into her he laid there on top of her and basked in his afterglow. Sometimes, he even got a second wind and would fuck her a second, third and fourth time.
Through the week he only came to visit her at the penthouse once. Charlene had made sure to let them know that she was there all week. So they knew, and when they asked why she was there so soon she had simply said family discord and that she needed a breather to process everything that had happened in the last few days. They had nodded passively, and waved her on to clerical duties. She had thought they simply didn't care about her family problems, beyond her being happily married. If she were unhappy that could present a problem for them because she may no longer care for discretion. However, later that day Donald let her know that her happy home and family life was very integral to their contract with her, and that she must maintain her marriage and family stability no matter what.
'Easier said than done,' She thought bitterly, as the image of Heather and Jason's silhouettes softly breathing as they slept together played in her memory.
As the week progressed, Leon went out of town on a business trip with Silvia Finch and Gloria Vara, two of the five paralegals. So most of the week Donald sexually harassed her at work while Randal came by and visited her at the penthouse when he wanted to play. He also took her to the Volton where he had her bound, tied, strung up, and fucked by forty men Wednesday and fifty men Thursday night, and then Friday they stayed in and fucked one on one all night. Saturday and Sunday, Randal and Donald both had plans with their wives and children, so she finally had some time to process her new normal.
During the week she was thinking about Jason and Heather, and realizing she missed them so very much. They both called and messaged her several times saying how much they missed her, and loved her, and she had in turn told them as much too. As the week progressed and she thought about it; she realized she did miss them so much more than she thought she would or could given how she found them last. It was a deep hurt, a heart crushing pain, every time she thought about Jason's infidelity and Heather's betrayal, but how could she judge them now?
After fucking Donald, Randal, and at least sixteen random guys the same night, and by the end of the week she was fucked by one-hundred and fifteen complete strangers. If she was honest with herself, then when compared, Jason and Heather's crimes against her were nothing compared to her crimes against them. At least that is what she spent most of the weekend trying to convince herself of.
Another question that nagged her was; why Heather? And, why Jason? Why were they committing incest? What was the catalyst that drew them to each other?
Alone in that huge penthouse, Monday came slowly, the weekend dragging out forever. She went to work and wore a new lavender under-bust corset, no bra per Donald's request, and a sheer white blouse tucked into a black silk skin tight pencil skirt that stopped at her mid-thighs. She hadn't worn panties, but she did wear a garter belt with black thigh highs and lavender five inch pumps.
"Oh FUCK ME!" She howled in delight as she climaxed!
Her peak was heightened by feeling Donald, unable to hold back, blasting more sperm deep inside her womb. She could feel him pressing his head so deep as hot streams of cum painted her insides white. When her peak crested, she fell forward softly quaking in delight as she laid down on his chest.
"Are you going home tonight?" He asked once he had recovered.
"Yes," She answered, nodding her head against his chest, and listening to his breathing and heartbeat.
