The Theft of Our Lives 09 Pt. 01

"Emma, get the hell over here," Hank called, breaking from his own contented reverie, and signaling my wife to join Betsy behind his desk.

Not to be ignored, Hank wished to enjoy similar attention from the magnificent sisters even as Kellen enjoyed the sinful ministrations of Kerri's mouth.

"Show your little sister how to suck cock. She has some natural ability, but she's rusty and needs a lot of instruction," Hank ordered, decrying Betsy's lack of skill at fellatio.

"Betsy, not long ago your big sister wasn't any better at giving head than you," he informed her as Emma cringed nearby. "Frankly, I don't know how Ray put up with it. Every good wife should know how to suck off her husband, but I guess you don't have that problem."

Betsy now realized Emma's servitude to Hank was well-enough established that she no longer resisted, gazing solemnly as her sister quietly yielded to his unconscionable demands. Nonetheless, she was left to wonder about the cause of Emma's unimaginable downfall.

'It must be serious if he even forced Kerri and Kellen into the deal,' the curious lesbian suspected, shuddering just thinking of the prospect and not wanting to contemplate a similar fate for Sam, or their 18-year-old son, Robbie.

"Now, with a lot of practice, and I do mean a lot, she's a bona fide 'great cocksucker,' and you will be too before long with a little bit of her instruction," he praised Emma before elaborating on his unpleasant expectations for my big-titted sister-in-law.

Betsy blushed at the harsh assessment of her lack of blowjob skills and even more so at the unfortunate glimpse into his intentions for her future.

"Don't be mean. I just haven't done it in a long time," she argued in a bizarre defense of her untapped abilities as the untoward words oddly hurt her pride as readily as they sent trepidation throughout her soul.

Emma knew better than to disobey Hank's implied directive, simply setting forth teaching her unskilled little sister the proper way to give head.

"Just watch what I do, Bets, and pay attention. I know you blew a few guys in college. It'll all come back in no time," my wife assured didactically, recounting discussions they'd had years ago as eager young women.

Turning to Hank's raging staff, Emma applied her luscious tongue to his meaty lance, licking the head then running the flat along its length before stopping to impart further instruction.

Betsy simply stared at her strangely acting sister. It was as if someone had replaced Emma with an alien replica, stunned by her ease moving from one cock to another. It was especially unusual knowing she was so selective in her choice of men she dated going back to her days in college

"Bets, play with his balls while I suck him. I promise he'll love it, but keep watching me," my wife suggested insightfully.

With that odious suggestion, Emma turned to the perfunctory task of blowing my boss. Stretching her red-painted lips around the thick shaft and consuming its length, she then initiated a gentle bobbing motion. Uncomfortably, Betsy did as she was told, nervously rolling, and jiggling his hairy scrotum in her gentle fingers.

Hank studied the action in the office, not certain which performance was more compelling -- the incestuous sister-brother blowjob at the nearby sofa or experiencing the cocksucking lesson the mature older sister imparted to her less-experienced lesbian sibling.

"Ohhhhh! Awwhh," Kellen's groans rose from deep within at Kerri's remarkable performance as she obligingly massaged his hefty balls within her velvet palm.

Humbled but pliant, our tamed daughter unhappily undertook the perverse job of sucking off her brother. Wasting no effort, Kerri did so in earnest and with serious intent, drawing from her limited experience and natural intuition quickly working Kellen into a rage of lust.

Throughout, as she had learned well in her brief time under Hank's unforgiving control, Kerri's keen emerald eyes stayed set on Kellen's unfocused gaze, continuously filling her widely stretched mouth with her transfixed younger brother's sturdy pole.

"Ohhh, jeeez, sis, that's so good," he sighed, and his knees buckled, forcing his bare ass to plant itself on the arm of the sofa for support.

Kerri instinctively applied suction when necessary and backed off at just the right moment, generating an alternating current of electric pulses coursing through his highly-stimulated tool.

With the talent of an experienced woman twice her age, Kerri skillfully nursed Kellen's tremoring pole within her silken mouth, running her tongue along the underside of his engorged shaft or drawing off the length and swabbing the sensitive crown with the tip in just the right measure.

"Oh god! Oh my god, Ker, that's unbelievable!" Kellen gushed, his slippery cock twitching wildly as she gulped him down to the bone and retreated again and again.

Closely observing her technique and earnestness, even as Emma and Betsy polished his own knob, left little doubt in Hank's mind our reluctant coed truly was a natural cocksucker.

"Ah, ahh, ahhh," her little brother sighed audibly, and it quickly became clear to anyone watching he was no match for the onslaught of tantalizing sensations her exceptional mouth produced on his exquisitely tormented cock.

"Emma, let Betsy have a turn. It's the only way she'll learn," my boss admonished, returning to the lovely, bodacious sisters sharing his own dense cock.

Cooperatively, my wife immediately released Hank's glistening member, letting Betsy reluctantly take over sucking his stiff prick, clumsily accepting the swollen cockhead into her mouth reinforcing her lesson, her pride injured and demonstrating her own perceived skills.

Emma dutifully switched to slathering her lovely tongue on his hairy ball sack, with her bedeviled face buried between his legs deftly tonguing the older man's cum-laden testicles.

"Wow, what a sight!" Hank enthused with a special glee as the two gorgeous, big-titted sisters teamed up to make him cum, unable to decide upon whom to bestow the honor of taking his load into her stomach.

Torn by his own building need but not wanting to miss the grand finale of Kerri applying her oral talents to Kellen's painfully erect cock, the grinning business titan kept an eye on the oblivious brother-sister duo, admiring our athletic daughter putting her all into sucking off Kellen.

"Ohhh, Kerri, yes. Oh suck me like that, sis," Kellen's insistent moans matched her efforts, signaling their effectiveness and his absolute surrender to his angelic sister's glorious blowjob.

Dutifully, Kerri stayed diligently at her unsavory task, dressed in her light summer outfit with her auburn hair drawn adorably by plastic flower barrettes and her bangs draping her forehead. The natural blush of her flawless freckled face shone with a sheen of perspiration as she labored, and her cheeks hollowed with suction as her head bobbed readily forward and back.

Honestly, Kerri was as cute a young lady as Hank had ever seen, with her unconscionable act of blowing her brother contrasting against her pristine innocence greatly aiding her natural appeal.

In a mother's worst nightmare, Kerri knelt before her fortunate brother with her thin unpainted pink lips widely encompassing his steel-hard girth, busily sucking, taunting, and teasing his inflamed shaft and purple crown, invariably driving him to an eventful climax.

All the while, not only their broken mother but also their newly entrapped aunt occupied their own mouths with the rampant cock and full balls of the disgusting man who'd made it all happen.

There was a rising atmosphere of frenetic activity within the office, with Kellen near the bursting point and Hank also reaching invariably towards his own sexual peak when the office door flew open in a rare and startling interruption uncommon to the company president but surprisingly, not unwelcome either.

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Unannounced in a manner no other employee at Allenby Consolidation had the prerogative, Isaac Jones-Dixon entered Hank's office accompanied by Lord Duncan Hilliard, the owner of one of Allenby's largest European customers and British nobility, not taken off-stride whatsoever in finding the debauched family sex show orchestrated by my boss.

"Ike, c'mon in," Hank hailed, not even remotely put off by the interruption, as Ike had long-established access and an understanding about the need for confidentiality regarding whatever lascivious act was taking place.

The loyal lieutenant was always welcome to participate and usually did, as did some of the most privileged clients. In this instance, that valued client was Lord Hilliard, and more unexpectedly, his wife, Margaret.

Even then, Hank was unconcerned, knowing Ike vetted and prepared Lord and Lady Hilliard for the deviant display they'd find. The fact the couple was there was all the evidence he needed that the wide-eyed couple would maintain the utmost discretion and become eager participants.

Unfortunately, Ike's timing could have been better for the unfortunate members of my family, nearing completion of what would turn out to be merely an appetizer for the afternoon's feast of inglorious sexual service to my boss and his favored guests.

Betsy, and then Emma, pulled off Hank's cock and balls with trepidation about who was entering to witness their disgrace. Kerri did the same, releasing her brother's slippery cock to bounce freely while swiftly turning to find the trio standing by the door.

The sudden intrusion also broke Kellen's concentration, with our family left to wonder what was going on, and more importantly, what happened next?

"Hank, I see you've been busy closing deals of your own while I was in my meeting," Ike joked upon surveying the room before turning to his guests.

"You know Duncan, of course, but I don't think you've ever met his wife, Margaret," the jovial African-American executive stated pleasantly.

"Pardon me if I don't get up, Dunc. I'm a little 'indisposed' at the moment, if you know what I mean," Hank chuckled at his own remark, but remained as gracious as always to good paying customers. "Margaret, welcome, it's my pleasure to meet you."

"Please, call me Peggy, and I can see you are, uh, occupied by the business of the day," Lady Hilliard playfully teased with my boss laughing politely.

"Emma, I'd say you and Betsy have some unfinished work to attend to, but first, let me make introductions," Hank told my panic-stricken wife and her topless little sister.

Introductions were the last thing either Emma or Betsy wanted, preferring the artificial cloak of anonymity while obscured in the well of Hank's large desk.

"This is Emma Tyler, Ray's wife," my boss offered, certain our client fully understood the nature of the relationship. "You've met Ray before, Dunc. I think he was instrumental in setting up your account when you first joined us."

Emma simply nodded, not knowing what else to do under the circumstances, and flushing a deep shade of red.

'Did Hank have to introduce me by my full name, and as Ray's wife?' she decried in shame before conceding the truth in her heart. 'Of course, he did. He gets off on it.'

"Why yes, certainly, I remember Ray. A good man. He performed admirably, and it appears his good wife does as well. Nice to meet you, Emma," Dunc graciously extended his hand with a smirk.

Dismayed and unnerved, my tense wife courteously shook the older man's clammy, outstretched palm.

"I admire a wife who'll get down on her knees to support her husband's career, but don't let me interrupt your important work," Dunc remarked auspiciously, laughing at his own comment.

After an obsequious chuckle of his own, Hank continued with the introductions.

"The one with the family resemblance trying to cover her fabulous chest is Emma's younger sister, Betsy. It's Fitzgerald, right?" he informed, demonstrating the awfulness of her situation by his genuine uncertainty about her full name.

Betsy too nodded, embarrassed beyond speech and chilled realizing she was topless sucking the cock of a man who wasn't even sure of her last name.

"Nice to see you too, dear, or should I say, the pair of you," Dunc greeted Betsy, eyeing her gorgeous naked breasts fully on display while making the sophomoric joke.

"Okay ladies, back to it while I acquaint my guests with this other familiar duo," Hank chided lightly, signaling it was time to return to their blowjob duties.

When Emma and Betsy hesitated, dearly not wanting to proceed with such a disgraceful act in front of strangers and distressed about the impending humiliation of Kellen and especially our subjugated daughter, Hank lightly chastised her and my dumbfounded sister-in-law.

"Go on and get to it," he directed, confirming what they feared most. "We have much to accomplish this afternoon and playing coy isn't going to get it done."

Hank's foreshadowing was obvious, sending a frantic shiver down the back of the sisters as they reluctantly assumed their places before his unflagging cock, with Betsy working the fat purple knob into her mouth while Emma licked around the base before taking his large right testicle between her lips to suckle.

'Smck, smuph, mck,' the slurping sounds emitted by the unhappily suctioning ladies filled the room as they fulfilled their scandalous business.

Turning to our son and daughter, frozen in time and space by the appearance of the three new members of the 'party' developing in Hank's office, my smirking boss next announced our petrified youngsters.

"The handsome young man with his pants down and his pecker out is Ray and Emma's 18-year-old son, Kellen," he explained, certain to add both the relationship and Kellen's young age into the mix.

Hank caught Peggy admiring our young athlete openly with her beaming eyes, particularly his glistening hard pole waving in the air uncontrollably, anxiously seeking a return to the comforting wet mouth of his fetching sister.

"The lovely young lass on her knees sucking her little brother's pecker is his 19-year-old sister, Kerri," my boss acknowledged, nodding to Kerri sitting mortified at his reference to the sinfully incestuous act she was committing.

"He doesn't look so little to me," Peggy murmured lustfully, her keen eyes enviously fixed on Kellen's stiff 7 3/4" cock.

"Yeah, I'll bet he doesn't and isn't Kerri the prettiest young lady you've ever seen?" Hank complimented lustfully. "So fresh and delicious."

"She's undoubtedly delectable, on her knees or on her back, I imagine. Lucky guy to have such a caring big sister," Dunc replied earnestly, his lecherous voice tinged with salacious appreciation of our wholesome college coed.

It was important for Hank to impress upon his guests the extreme level of his depravity and emphasizing the incestuous nature relationship more than accomplished that goal.

"Great news, Hank! Dunc has agreed to another 3-year contract under great terms," Ike proudly proclaimed, enthusiastically cutting into the conversation.

"Awesome, Dunc! Of course, as a top client you and your guests can take advantage of the special perks of doing business with Allenby," my satisfied boss promised, knowing how to take care of good customers.

"Always great to hear, Hank, and it looks like you've already booked the talent," Dunc rejoined good-naturedly with a wicked gleam in his knowing eyes.

Duncan Hilliard was well-acquainted with the benefits of working with Allenby, sampling them eagerly over the years. It was a secret he didn't withhold from Peggy, who was jealous, but not for the reasons one usually expects from a wife.

"By the way, I didn't see Vanessa out front, is she still with you?" Lord Hilliard inquired with a hint of disappointment.

"I'm afraid Vanessa has moved on Dunc. Her penance was finished, and her husband got a promotion, so they moved away," Hank explained sadly, nodding his head in agreement at her loss.

"Believe me when I tell you, replacing that little spitfire wasn't easy," my boss commiserated. "Fortunately, we were ultimately able to promote from within, which is better for employee morale anyway. I think you'll be pleased with her replacement."

My preoccupied wife and Betsy teased his erect cock as Hank hit the button on his intercom, with Emma switching back to sucking his stiff pole while Betsy now licked and tongued his wrinkled, fleshy scrotum, learning the intricacies of tenderly playing with its contents without causing undue pain.

"Mrs. Ogawa, your presence is required in my office please," Hank summoned his executive assistant. "Call in Ned and the team from Sales too. I need to congratulate them. Oh, and dress for clients."

The last line was part of Hank's established code to his married assistant. It meant for her to enter through the private second entrance to Hank's washroom connected directly to his office. It was how she had left undetected by my family earlier when they first appeared that afternoon.

"Yes, Mr. Allenby. Huhhh, I'll be there in a minute," the woman replied, an audible sigh escaping with her disheartened exhale only pleasing Hank more.

"In the meantime, I think we have some celebrating to do. Ike, pour everyone a drink if you would please. We should all get comfortable," my pleased boss announced to his guests before turning to his right-hand man.

"Um, Kerri, it looks like your mom and aunt aren't the only ones with unfinished business," Hank cautioned our immobile daughter. "I think you'd better get back to your brother's eager cock. You got him all excited, and you wouldn't want to leave him in distress."

Broken from her daze and realizing from previous experience at Hank's mansion what was about to take place, Kerri turned to face Kellen's flagging staff, now showing the unmistakable signs of neglect.

Reluctantly pushing aside her qualms at performing the incestuous act as if on stage before an audience, and with no other options, our responsible collegian deftly snagged the drooping pole between her nimble lips then neatly swallowed Kellen's full semi-erect length in one try.

In no time, Kerri's soft suckling mouth nurtured his responsive cock back to its rigid, upright stance, leaving Dunc and Peggy in awe, never witnessing anything so obscene in their lives. Even Ike stopped to watch our innocent-looking lass with bangs and barrettes capture her brother's cock between her thin pink lips to bring back to life.

Kerri's audience was no doubt impressed by her energy and technique, as well as her ability to take the entirety of Kellen's generous shaft without gagging -- a frequent complaint with inexperienced college girls. Tirelessly, her head sawed in and out from his hips, with her slender hands bracing his muscular thighs while engulfing his stalwart shaft to the base.

'Huck, ugk, gumph,' she gagged gently, pushing the expansive knob into her throat once again, then smoothly withdrawing to encircle her moist tongue teasingly around the slippery crown to his obvious satisfaction.

"Ahhh, ohhhhh," Kellen mewled gratefully.

Every man in the room looked on with envy, while Peggy Hilliard seethed with jealously at the indecent spectacle, dearly wanting to experience the joy of blowing such a handsome young man herself.

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After Ike poured everyone a drink, at least those whose mouths weren't already occupied, Mrs. Ogawa made her appearance at the washroom door 'dressed for clients' as ordered.

The married assistant wore an elaborate and quite elegant kimono, and her long silky black hair was pulled into a tight bun held with Japanese hair sticks, complemented by the matching pearl necklace and earring set she always wore, and of course, her gold wedding band.

"Mrs. Ogawa, this is Lord Duncan and Lady Margaret Hilliard of the Hilliard Corporation. I'm sure you know the name, but I don't think you've ever had the opportunity to meet them in person," Hank introduced the smiling couple.