The Theft of Our Lives 05

"You know me well, Emma, real well, I'd say," Hank smiled a toothy grin. "I'm sure your guests appreciate it too, judging from the way they're poles are saluting."

Sure enough, a quick look at each man's wet bathing suit, Hank's included, displayed in high-detail a tremendous erection at the sight of the naked mother. Each of the men was well-endowed, and Kerri gazed wide-eyed at the size of the extraordinary staffs outlined in bold relief.

Prior to Rick yesterday, Kerri had never seen an erect penis in her life, other than in pictures online. Still, despite her traditional, suburban upbringing, our lovely daughter is not a virgin. Emma knows this and, as a result, I do too.

Apparently, Kerri experienced one awkward sexual moment with a guy she had a crush on after turning eighteen before starting college. The fumbling event in the dark hadn't revealed his hard-on, but simply feel it artlessly break her maidenhead, taking her cherry in a very brief, uncomfortable encounter and was done, with the pair never dating again.

Kerri, who tells Emma everything, informed her compassionate mother about the experience the very next day.

My wife is conservative, but not terribly religious, and she doesn't have her head in the sand. She knows all too well exactly how men think, now more than ever. Realizing this wouldn't be the last time a horny guy tried getting into our rapidly developing daughter's panties, she took Kerri to get a prescription for birth control that very same day.

Now, our desirable and barely-experienced coed was staring at three men in their 50's and 60's sporting big wood at the sight of her naked mother standing before them in broad daylight in our backyard.

I don't think Kerri truly understood until that moment just how big grown men could get, and even seeing Rick's giant prick the day before hadn't truly prepared her for their size up close.

Although unnecessary considering the power he held over our family, Hank's original plan to get Kerri out of her bikini and onto her back was using a tried-and-true suntan lotion massage ruse as a subterfuge, stripping her to join her mother and get his intended sex party rolling.

Seeing the wondrous look in Kerri's pretty green eyes unable to peel away from the men's crotches gave him the idea to move things along at a faster pace instead.

'She's clearly curious,' he thought, wanting to take advantage of that curiosity and congratulating himself on his initiative and adaptability. 'Nimbleness on your feet is the sign of a good businessman.'

Hank decided it was time to satisfy our daughter's inquisitive nature and likely spur her arousal at the same time. Unaccustomed to the alcohol flowing through her veins, he cleverly leveraged Kerri's blurred mind using her compromised mother as an unwilling accomplice, facilitating her nudity and her descent into sexual servitude.

My astute boss figured Kerri was just about ripe for the picking, planning to use his knowledge, experience, and gift for treachery, plus any young adult's natural need for acceptance, as the tools bringing about her ultimate demise.

"Come over here, Emma, and let's have a closer look at you," Hank intoned with prevaricated interest.

When Emma stood before him, he casually grasped her large left tit, lifting the spongy globe at the base gauging its weight, and then rolling his thumb over the erect nipple.

"Shit, you truly are a full-bodied gal," he remarked crudely but with sincere appreciation. "Honestly, I can't ever get enough of your incredible set of tits."

Inspecting my humbled wife in front of our daughter was humiliating, but no worse than her "Present" pose of yesterday, so Emma looked on stoically as he reacquainted himself with her body, all the while checking Kerri's reaction to his groping her sainted mother.

"I can see someday you'll have a big set of knockers like your mom. Hell, your nearly there already," the deviant older man declared, intentionally direct and using the vile language to make Kerri uncomfortable.

Returning his attention to Emma, Hank lowered his hand to her smooth pubic mound.

"How'd you do down here?" he asked impertinently, presumptuously rubbing his inquiring fingers along the baby-soft curve of her supple pubis causing my chastened wife to cringe, but otherwise let him have his way.

"Present," Hank ordered summarily in a voice loud enough for Kerri to hear his casual control and familiarity with her subjugated mother.

There was the awful order again. Doing everything she could to hold back tears and biting her trembling lip at the degrading treatment in front of our daughter, Emma meekly assumed her presentation position, spreading her feet granting Hank full access to the sacred place between her legs and draping her hands behind her neck.

Self-confidently slipping his middle finger along the cleft of her sealed pussy, my dominating boss parted the fleshy lips, blazing a trail to her perineum and across the narrow surface until nestling his finger into the crack of her ass and resting the tip upon her tightened sphincter.

"I wanted to be sure you remembered to go all the way to your anus," he acknowledged indecently. "Nicely done, Emma. I don't feel a follicle."

Hank's words were designed to demean my wife right before our impressionable daughter's eyes so she could once more demonstrably witness how much power he held over her mother, and subsequently, over her as well.

They were very effective, and Kerri stood slack-jawed but actively engaged, embarrassed for her mother and the disrespectful treatment at the hands of this older man in our own backyard yet unavoidably influenced by his command and temerity.

Quietly, our susceptible coed noticed a slight tingle between her legs -- the same sensation she felt dreamily playing with herself thinking about some jock at college or the latest pop band.

Instinctively Kerri tried to shunt the feeling aside by discreetly rubbing her thighs together, hoping to focus only on the plight of her loving mother, but that only seemed to make it worse. So did the presence of the men's erect penises, covered but ever present in her line of vision.

"Okay, you can relax now," Hank said almost as an afterthought, and Emma instantly returned to her previous posture without any protest as if a marionette on a string.

Her controlled mother's unprotesting compliance didn't escape Kerri's discerning notice.

"Well, now that we have that established, I think I'm going to join you Emma. Why don't you help me out of this wet bathing suit? It's really uncomfortable," our arrogant master instructed, anxious for Kerri to see her mother as servant, as well as his hard cock unencumbered.

Accepting the order with trepidation but no objection, Emma tugged the drawstring of Hank's bathing suit, undoing the bow knot and loosening the waistband. Kerri held her breath watching, awestruck and still disbelieving this was really happening.

When her obliging mother slowly lowered the pants over Hank's erection, briefly hooking the band on the raised tip before dragging it completely over the fat knob and dropping the suit to his ankles, Hank's stiff wood sprang to attention, bouncing once or twice and then settling to become a meaty column projecting straight from his pelvis.

'There it is -- his, um, penis,' our flustered coed marveled inside in an almost juvenile manner.

Kerri's awed gaze grew transfixed on the thick tool surrounded by gray pubic hair, with Hank's heavy balls dangling below ensconced in their hairy sack. It wasn't quite as large as what she saw from Rick in the office yesterday, but it was still plenty big and frighteningly rock solid. Regardless, it was certainly bigger than that guy taking her virginity.

"How about you guys, aren't those suits uncomfortable? I'm sure the ladies can assist you in removing them," Hank advised, volunteering my reluctant wife and bedazzled daughter.

After a pause to gain the men's positive response, Hank put force behind his suggestion.

"Emma be a good hostess and help Ted off with his suit, and Kerri, you can do the same for Ike," he order quite seriously.

Now, Hank had Emma's and Kerri's attention, with the instructions the first true order involving our daughter. Despite her best instincts to the contrary, the mother in Emma couldn't help but try to protect our innocent coed.

"Oh, I'll be happy to do that for you Ike, right after I get Ted's," she offered in a helpful tone.

"NO! Emma, I said Kerri can assist Ike," Hank reiterated his command with certainty. "It's time she takes some responsibility to service your guests just as you do."

Hank's use of the word 'service' was not an accident, but rather an indication of just what he expected from our daughter going forward. It was clear she was to share her mother's burden equally and provide every bit of the same level of 'care' provided by Emma.

Torn from her reverie by Hank's harsh tone, Kerri reluctantly stepped before the imposing black man, with Ike's massive pole pressing tightly against his pants at the sight of the beautiful white coed in a slinky black bikini compliantly doing his beneficent employer's bidding.

"Huh, huh," Kerri's breathing was hard and difficult to control as her mother drew up next to her in front of Ted.

Try as she might and understanding the odious circumstances they faced as mother and daughter, Kerri still needed to adjust to seeing her mother stark naked in front of these associates of her father.

"It'll be okay, darling. Just follow my lead," Emma whispered, tenuously pulling on Ted's drawstring.

Isaac's suit had a button and zipper instead of a drawstring, but Kerri got the idea. Afraid of accidently touching the immense bulge in his shorts, but insatiably curious as to their contents, her shaking hand reached the top button and unsnapped it cautiously.

When Emma lowered Ted's shorts over his raging hard-on, springing it from its enclosure and dropping his shorts to the ground, Kerri paused, glancing restively at Ted's erect cock and suddenly fearful of proceeding with her own task.

Ted's erection was much like Hank's, maybe a touch longer and a little bit thicker. It was topped with an angry purple knob and featured bulging veins along the shaft, surrounded by coarse salt and pepper hair. Ted's nut sack looked every bit as big and full as Hank's.

"Go on, Kerri. Just pull down the zipper," Emma urged our dumbstruck daughter before she got caught-up by the sight of the older man's sizable cock.

Taking the pull between her fingers, Kerri did just that, slowly tugging down as the flaring tip of Ike's fat cockhead was exposed but only making it halfway when the full length of his dense stalk plopped out excitedly, happy to be free of the restrictive clothing and on open display before the astounded eyes of our pretty lass as his suit dropped to his feet.

As impressive as Hank's and Ted's cocks are at full mast, they don't come close to Ike's black beast, still only about three-quarters erect. It isn't so much longer at a little over 9" but is certainly thicker than either of the other men, and possibly Rick as well.

Pulsing with life, the tool is also black as coal with a smooth dark crown bobbing semi-hard before Kerri's saucer-like green eyes, and his giant balls are two large eggs suspended in their scrotum from their nest of dark curly hair.

"Oh wow," Kerri exclaimed reflexively, the words of wonder leaving her thin lips before she knew it, and certainly never seeing anything like it.

Even her jaded mother couldn't look away, finding it difficult to believe she had fit the thick pole inside her pussy that night on the yacht as I listened next door, while also marveling at the immense shaft with the experience of a woman.

'I can't imagine how Kerri's going to handle that monster,' Emma soberly considered with concern, knowing our daughter's likely destiny.

The three men enjoyed displaying their impressive manhood's to the amazed women, especially Kerri, whose look of fascination was impossible to hide, with the trio of hard cocks both captivating and frightening to her as a budding young woman.

Intuitively, our impressionable beauty knew they had the power to bend her to their will and break her resistance to the shameful life of sexual servitude she was about to enter.

'I'm turning my baby into a slut,' Emma bemoaned inside, understanding the awful future thrust upon Kerri as a company sex toy, but realizing it had to be, as the alternative of breaking up our family was unthinkable.

At a guttural level even she didn't want to acknowledge, Emma recognized the contradiction of their situation -- the incredible sensations of lust and euphoria the hard cocks generated and the dizzying gratification they imparted, weighed against the soul-crushing degradation a woman endured servicing them to satisfy their owners.

From her own struggle to accept a life of supplication and servitude, my sorrowful wife knew our daughter would experience that paradox as well, but not allowing our tipsy coed the opportunity to consider her actions too deeply, Hank pushed Kerri to the next step.

"Pretty remarkable, huh, Kerri?" he asked solicitously. "I bet you've never seen anything like 'em. I'm sure that's what your mother thought when she first saw us on the yacht."

"Then again, she managed to ride Ike's thick shaft all the same, and judging by the way she orgasmed, I think she enjoyed the ride too, right Emma?" Hank inquired, intending to shame Emma before our daughter.

My chagrined wife only managed a weak smile at the revelation she had fucked the big black cock to a resounding climax as merely further exposure of her slutty behavior on the yacht trip.

'She must think the worst things in the world about me after today,' Emma feared, not appreciating the degree of understanding our caring angel had of her mother's unusual immorality, even while grasping its reality.

Kerri knew it wasn't Emma's fault but was nonetheless surprised learning her mother had disgracefully turned into an unwilling cock hound at the hands of Hank Allenby. In the end, it didn't matter, and she couldn't focus on that now anyway, as her attention was drawn elsewhere.

"Go ahead, Kerri, touch it. Touch Ike's big black cock," Hank encouraged our wary coed scurrilously. "You know you want to and it's okay, you won't hurt it. To the contrary, I'm sure you'll make him happy. "Isn't that right, Emma?"

Emma stood frozen, unable to respond and paralyzed by the enormity of what he was asking, or actually demanding.

"Tell her it's okay, Emma. Tell your sweet, innocent daughter it's okay to touch Ike's big, fat cock," he pressed, nudging my unprepared wife.

'This is all going much quicker than I expected,' my mortified wife realized incredulously, with the ruthless bastard was forcing the ultimate humiliation -- pressuring her to convince our unready 19-year-old daughter to touch the firm cock of a mid-60's black business executive from her father's company, pretending it was normal, and even gratifying.

Hank remembered Emma grew up in the South and her instinctively uncomfortable reaction the first time she serviced Ike that night on the yacht after dinner. He realized then she was something of a passive racist and openly leveraged her doubts for his gratuitous pleasure.

As difficult to as it was to admit the truth, Emma couldn't deny that Ike had really worked over her cunt with his enormous black shaft to her undeniable satisfaction. Despite her misgivings about forcing such a fate on Kerri, my submissive wife knew she'd obey his charge.

"Kerri, honey, it's okay. Go ahead and touch it, um, his cock," she nodded, squirming as the words left her lips, finding it difficult to sell our unsophisticated coed on the notion her mother somehow approved of the lurid request.

"Really, you should hold it, sweetheart. Feel its weight. It's a powerful tool, and you may never see another one quite like it again," Emma urged with false cheer but genuine admiration for his manhood, knowing the last sentence was almost certainly a lie considering Hank's plan for her future use.

Nonetheless, Emma hoped the lewd sight of a suburban mother persuading her teenage daughter to hold the fearsome cock of a black man old enough to be her grandfather satisfied my depraved employer's perverse mind.

Heeding her mother's call and filled with a curiosity all her own, Kerri's delicate fingers tentatively grazed the dark skin of Ike's awakening shaft as Hank watched her take the bait. The vision of our young coed's pale fingers on his black staff thrilled the black executive immensely, sending his dense monster jumping impulsively.

"Ohhh," Kerri peeped, pulling back in surprise before returning to Ike's broad lance at the continuing encouragement of her mother.

"That's alright, Kerri. It just means he likes it, isn't that right, Ike?" Emma asked, not waiting for the obvious response to her rhetorical question and instead pushing onward.

"Take it in your hand and grip it so it won't get away," she reassured disconsolately with the tone of a mother instructing her maturing daughter to handle the large prick as if it was a pet animal.

"Feel how thick it is sweetheart, and how heavy. It really is an impressive piece of meat, and it's not even completely hard yet," my wife stated obscenely, wincing at what she was telling our daunted young lady.

To Hank's delight, and certainly Ike's, Kerri took her mom's advice and grasped the fat cock gently in her right hand, with her long fingers only just encircling its girth. Hank, Ted, Ike, and even her mother's eyes were locked on the spectacle of the inquisitive coed handling her first really large and coincidentally really black cock.

"Oh, my!" Kerri gasped under her shallow breath, with her astonished eyes locked on the hardening tool.

Our awed daughter's frozen gaze set on the snaking veins along the flexing shaft, while at the same time considering the bulbous dark purple knob with some trepidation. Gripping the dense pole the best she could, gauging the width, Kerri then held it in the flat of her palm with her fingers extended in measurement.

Our captivated daughter was taken aback by the unusual turn of events, not exactly sure what to think of the huge, swelling cock pressing against her tender hand as it tensed in a reflexive signal of Ike's contentment with our college girl's inquiring grip.

'It's like a thick tube of warm clay,' she thought of the throbbing length of inflamed flesh, surging with blood flowing to the growing shaft in response to her touch as the spongy, squeezable pole became an iron bar of rock-hard fuck meat.

"Unnhhhh," Ike groaned softly seeing the beguiling coed's fragile hand so slim against his thick shaft and fat cockhead.

'Oh, dear, what am I doing? This is so wrong," Emma panicked inside, crushed by Kerri's impending downfall and her unconscionable assistance in making it happen.

The sight of her only daughter touching any man's cock is disturbing for a mother. The sight of our nubile darling's long alabaster fingers wrapped around the massive dark shaft of an older black man was particularly so for Emma, and my afflicted wife did her best to work past the unpleasant imagery.

Before Kerri went further, Hank broke up our curious coed's first experiment in handling a big cock, wanting events to move at his pace. There'd be plenty of time for Kerri to become more acquainted with the huge ebony tool, and with all three men's hard cocks for that matter, before the night was over.

Right now, it was time for Hank to unwrap his prize, but he needed to be sure she was ready, so Hank called her back to the world by obsequiously congratulating Kerri.

"Isn't it amazing? You're really very lucky, young lady. How about we take a break and have another drink to celebrate your good fortune," Hank proposed somewhat preposterously, resourcefully keeping our dazed beauty tipsy and making her feel special too. "I mean, not every college girl gets to handle a well-hung man like Ike. It's almost a privilege, wouldn't you agree, Emma?"