The Theft of Our Lives 09 Pt. 03

Further, my corrupted wife understood this was merely the first, but certainly not the last time Hank would demand such an oral sex fest, with the lovely and unfortunate threesome finding themselves laboring incestuously between each other's spread legs at his whim for the pleasure of his cronies and associates.

'That sick fuck will always want to watch Bets and me together, not to mention making the three of us get it on,' Emma cursed her future and my sadistic boss.

"What's happening, Emma?" Betsy questioned naively as her big sister joined her on the tabletop, soon to be accompanied by our resigned 19-year-old coed as Kerri too took a place by the side.

It must have been a helluva sight, with the three naked beauties tensely huddled together, their luscious bodies in uncomfortably close contact and seeing the disquiet in their matching green eyes knowing the intimacy they were about to share exceeded the boundaries of decent society and would unalterably change their relationship forever.

"Hank wants a 'daisy chain,' Bets. He wants a performance to impress his guests," my wife whispered lamentably.

Betsy had heard of a 'daisy chain,' and even seen one with six girls in a lesbian DVD years ago with Sam but was surprised to learn Emma knew of the multi-partner set-up, and certainly never imagined participating in one with her conservative big sister.

With that simple explanation of their mutual master's demented expectations, Emma drew her naked little sister by the shoulders to a position of repose, assuming a similar pose on her side, tilted towards the inside of the circular table with her weight on her left hip and elbow.

"B-but, with you? With Kerri? That's so twisted! It was sick enough letting you do that to me, but all three of us?" Betsy grumbled, tremoring in her disgust, and inadvertently heightening her appeal to their demented audience as her ripe body shivered gloriously.

"Don't fight it, Bets. There's no point. You must know that by now? And yes, with Kerri too. She knows better than to refuse," Emma replied uneasily, hoping to bring sanity to an insane task for the benefit of her grievous sister, if not for herself and our demure daughter.

Perhaps recognizing her older sister's wisdom, or more likely realizing the hold Hank held over her was unbreakable and he unwavering in his willingness to ruin her life and Robbie's too, Betsy softened her stance, and then simply gave in without further disagreement.

In sync, as if a flock of birds in flight, the apprehensive women formed a triangle, bending a leg at the knee creating a good angle for cunnilingus. Emma led the way, with Betsy reluctantly following, and our untrained coed copying the pose, an expression of uncertainty writ on her freckled face but content letting her elder role models take the lead.

With heads lowered to their partner's cushiony inner thigh, a visceral queasiness befell the unfortunate trio, warily eyeing the proximity of the engorging vagina less than a foot away -- mother, daughter, sister, aunt, and niece -- all the roles they played in each other's lives filling their minds but unaccustomed to this extreme level of intimacy.

For a moment, the room stood in rapt silence, following hawk-like their every move with depraved hopes as the ladies hovered uneasily before their derelict audience.

Corrupted by weeks of debauchery and the natural leader of the sorrowful group, Emma made the first move, dropping her shoulder, twisting her torso, and sliding forward to the center of our Kerri's inner thighs, placing her mouth in striking distance for a bout of impure cunnilingus.

Kerri astutely shifted, accommodatingly wrapping her sinewy leg flexibly around Emma's broad hip but keeping her legs apart, granting the access needed to reach her ready snatch. The heady aroma of our daughter's arousal flooded Emma's widened nostrils, as did the rank nasty residue of the copious load of cum poured into her channel by Ike earlier.

Provocatively, Emma brushed her chestnut brown ponytail off her chest to behind her head, wisely providing a better viewing angle for the benefit of her breathless audience, understanding completely this was a command performance for the pleasure of Hank's guests.

Turning further, my calm wife aligned her mouth with the opening of Kerri's tender pink slit, balking only momentarily as the gooey mess filling her interior and marking her swollen labia, and inching deliberately closer to the tangled mess of cum-matted auburn hair covering our motionless daughter's sloppy pussy channel.

Eyeing the fouled entrance, Emma's green eyes grew focused, slipping the tip of her moist tongue to trace along the puffy labia framing Kerri's narrowly-parted cleft and taking in a salty dollop of Ike's potent seed with only a hint of a grimace.

The seal broken, my wife began in earnest scooping out the abundant male essence and gingerly clearing the surface of Kerri's soiled twat of the offensive semen as directed. More importantly, she embarked on the shameful act of eating our daughter's tender pussy, running the flat of her tongue over the curly fur-covered mound and licking the folds of her vulva up to the inner thigh.

"Whoahhh, what the fuck?" the roomful of astonished clients and co-workers collectively drew another awed breath, except for Ike and Marg, who remained otherwise occupied on the rectangular coffee table.

Clearly, the perversity of a straight, respectable, suburban mother cleaning her nubile, late-teen daughter's well-fucked cunt was more thrilling than anything they'd ever imagined, yet alone witnessed.

Kerri did her best to ignore the group's gasps and stares, especially the eager eyes of her little brother sitting on the couch stroking his hard cock and practically drooling at the lurid display of his admired mother eating his ostensibly virginal big sister's pussy.

Emulating her mother's lead, our responsible daughter closed her eyes and turned her mouth to the neatly trimmed chestnut curls of Betsy's pussy, with her pretty aunt's plump petals swelling with her own undeniable excitement despite her shame and remaining motionless as her curious niece parted her thighs as a lover.

"Muh," Kerri peeped adorably at the fragrant essence emanating from the inflamed, glistening cunt.

She couldn't let the perverse familiarity of the robust aroma distract her, proceeding obediently to with her newest unwanted quest of eating her cherished aunt's delightful pussy until Betsy climaxed loudly for Hank's guests, confident in her improving abilities after successfully performing a similar feat on Lady Hilliard.

"Oh, Kerri, umm, I'm sorry," Betsy sighed apologetically, biting her bottom lip in stifling the wonderful sensation of her adept niece's tongue probing her perceptive pussy lips, before sluicing the tip marvelously along the furrow reigniting the arousal generated by the indecently splendid tongue-work of her straight older sister.

With no option available, Betsy turned her attention to Emma's bald snatch set obscenely before her face, wincing at the abject indecency of eating her own beloved sister's pussy, and closing her eyes to wallow in the safety of the deception that Emma's bald cunt was her dear Samantha's similarly smooth mound, poorly maintaining the illusion of fidelity performing the disturbing task.

To Hank's delight and clear expectation, the addition of Betsy's oral talents completed the circle, bringing the incestuous daisy chain into full motion, with our daughter and my wife's tongues well-entrenched in the cunt of Aunt Betsy and Kerri respectively, and Betsy's delicate tongue tenderly swabbing her sister's denuded mound.

In a forbidden round-robin, the three women's naked bodies pressed improperly close, with their soft warm skin expressing a flushed glow from the stimulation of the erotic yet shameful cunnilingus as they slowly lost themselves in the salacious act causing them to writhe irresistibly on the table surface.

To no one's surprise, the indecent performance provided maximum perversion, pairing the disturbing couplings with the intent of creating the most thrilling and unnatural showcase for his guests, who undoubtedly relished the spectacle for its brilliant rarity and decadence.

Reflexively, even under the extreme deviancy of the act of her industrious mother's probing tongue clearing her steamy interior free of the last of Ike's voluminous ejaculate, Kerri's greedy little sex bud made a sudden appearance, clamoring for attention, with Emma intuitively shifting her focus from her crimson slit to the protruding bundle of clitoral flesh.

"Moopphhh, mohh," Kerri moaned, jerking in place when the tip of Emma's darting tongue stroked the surface of her excited clit, forcing her insistent mother to strenuously hold our athletic girl in place by her slender waist, while persisting her teasing torment of the stimulated nub several more times.

Emma was working hard, and untrained in the act of eating pussy for such an extended period, her jaw started seizing, with her tongue growing weak and increasingly unable to properly attack Kerri's eager clit. She simply had neither the stamina of her gay sister borne of years of eating pussy, nor the indefatigable energy of youth possessed by our daughter.

No longer affording any real stimulus to Kerri's demanding little sex button, Emma did what she could, clamping her lips over our wavering coed's needy clit and applying steady suction to the sensitive bud, with our angel's soft pussy curls tickling of her nose pressed into the downy auburn covering of her furry mound.

"Mmm, mummh," Kerri squealed with muffled effect, spasmodically bucking her strong hips responsively to the agonizing yet delightful vibration her mother placed on her engorged sex pearl.

Nearby, the Hilliard's couldn't peel their eyes from the torrid exhibition.

In their many travels to the seediest bars in the nastiest cities of the world pursuing the depraved desires, the bawdy English couple had never seen anything as erotically impure as witnessing the spectacle of a voluptuous late-30's mother eating her freckled-faced daughter's pussy.

Emma's pretty, tortured face was buried between the lithe tanned thighs of our college beauty, steadfastly locking her lips over Kerri's restless clitoris generating unbearable bursts of arousal in an incestuous act of total depravity.

The movement of Emma's attention-grabbing tits only added to the show, with the huge mounds now coated with glistening perspiration and jiggling nonstop in a not-so-subtle response to getting her own bald snatch expertly eaten by her lesbian younger sister as Betsy employed a vast arsenal of delectable licks and taunts of Emma's rigid clit learned from years of practice with Sam.

Even more intriguing to the warped British nobles was seeing the ripe youth of our adorable daughter -- her short auburn tresses, vibrant green eyes, and flawlessly fit body invoking a decidedly compelling sexual hunger, fulfilling her role in the taboo play applying her persistent tongue in search of her aunt's profoundly obscene rapture.

"Slup, smup, slurp," Kerri vacuumed the abundance of piquant juice flowing from the deepest recesses of Betsy's heated cunt hole with an immaculate sweep of her tongue, removing the ambrosial dew to her waiting stomach.

"Mohh, mummm," Betsy swooned her growing acceptance, with the indecent attentiveness of her caring niece proving too much to resist.

"Mmmph, umm, smuphhh," muffled slurping and lips smacking rang through the air as the rapt audience watched the busty trio conduct their torrid oral tango, while each lady did their best ignoring the "oohs and ahhs" of the room and focusing instead on the detestable act of taunting the drenched cunt occupying their mouth.

"Tremendous. These ladies put on a helluva show. There gonna be great for business," Hank whispered to himself, smiling at his lurid accomplishment and basking in his glory.

My wicked boss was even then dreaming up future depraved fun and frivolities with Emma, Kerri, and Betsy, certain his honored guests would remember this day fondly and congratulate him on his bravura entertainment.

Sucking Kerri's piqued clitoris with everything thing she had while enduring the rising sensations building within her own rousing pussy, Emma's tongue continued to tire, and her jaw suffered from the strain of her efforts, locking up and growing weaker by the minute.

As she did, Kerri focused on her pixy-haired aunt's aching clit preening from its fleshy hiding place, trapping the excitable bud with rapidly flicking butterfly strokes and jabs, her exquisitely dancing tongue sent sparks flying throughout Betsy's pelvis, with her hips squirming furiously attempting to escape the bold assault.

"Mmmphh, muunggh!" Betsy responded urgently, her muffled cries echoing in the room although smothered by Emma's plump cunt lips.

Aggressively, Kerri took a proactive approach, energetically poking, prodding, and badgering Betsy's yearning nub to her clear distraction and obvious pleasure, pressuring the tender flesh while astutely lapping more agile flicks on the clamoring bud, igniting Betsy into wiggling fits of hysteria unlike any she'd ever experienced.

"MOOHHH, MOOHHHH, MUMMM!" Betsy moaned loudly, even drowning out the pronounced squeals and squeaks from her ecstatic niece whenever Emma struck the right chord strumming Kerri's agitated clitoris.

The most accomplished at eating pussy, Betsy actively tended to Emma's needy cunt throughout, probing her cavernous pussy chamber with her burrowing tongue and dipping into every moist fold of the perceptive interior vaginal walls.

Despite her disgust, Betsy was learning quickly, and devotedly performed the unsavory and highly unappealing duty, trained on her ultimate goal of making her susceptible sister cum and doing her best to keep her emotional turmoil at bay to ensure her sanity.

Hank wanted an incestuous climax from the three 'lovers,' instinctively understanding he'd only be satisfied when they writhed in ecstasy on the circular coffee table, their tongues perversely plumping the depths of their sister's, daughter's, or aunt's pussy, and crying aloud the urgent need to cum on the face buried incestuously between their thighs.

It was the crescendo of illicit lust and utter immorality Hank Allenby desired for his guests' viewing pleasure and nothing less was acceptable.

Further, it was a brazen demonstration to the Hilliard's of the sheer abyss of his degeneracy and mastery of my wife, daughter, son, and now, sister-in-law, informing his valued guests of the truly sick level of his perversion and my family's degradation on our path to ultimate servitude to my perverted boss.

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"AWGGGHHHHH!!!" Marg shrieked as her first orgasm rocked her body on a vigorous downstroke by Ike.

The fallen wife had adapted little by little to Mr. Jones-Dixon's thick cock thrusting relentlessly in and out of her elastic pussy, overwhelming the sheath, and encapsulating it in her warm folds as lubricating juices flowed with greater volume.

With Frederik, such a constant rhythm normally built her up to a steadily rising arc of sexual tension until the wave of exhilarating pleasure rolled through her body. With Ike, the repetitive fucking brought the unwanted orgasm out of nowhere, with the thunderclap of her climax coming on suddenly and ferociously.

"AAHHH! OOHHHH DEAR GAWD, I'M CUMMMING!!" the young bride simultaneously barked her ecstasy and her sorrow, her lamentations about her infidelity uncontrolled by any propriety or self-consciousness.

It was an orgasm unlike anything Marg had ever experienced, and while her eyes shot open the room went black for just a moment as her senses shut down, focused only on the rocket impulses exploding throughout her shuddering body to the tips of her extremities.

"AAWWWHHH, UNNH, OHHHHH," the howl played nonstop as her nylon-clad legs clamped tightly to the black man's waist, losing temporary control as shock waves streaked from her wildly distended cunt to her electrified brain.

Shaking violently, the staggered Danish beauty's fingernails drew tiny amounts of blood digging into Ike's back, fervently straining to hold him in place until the second and then third tremors passed through her quaking body, and she regained some awareness.

Unlike his prey, however, Ike was in control of every move he made, experienced over the years in using his prodigious sexual prowess in breaking married women from their vows. Without mercy, the heartless businessman leveraged his expertise and mighty cock to bring a similar moral collapse upon the resolve of the beautiful young sale's associate.

As rational thought returned, the flush of shame for fucking another man, and then cumming so hard on his superior cock, became a difficult reality for the defiled newlywed to accept, despite her own acquiescence in bringing it about.

"Unnnh, uhh, ohhhhh," she whimpered her sexual resolution, slowly regaining a semblance of consciousness and a recognition of her surroundings and unfaithful behavior.

When Marg's foggy state cleared, Ike resumed his deliberate strokes, sliding his sturdy pole into the pulsing glove of her tight cunt anew before she fully recovered from the debilitating power of her first orgasm. Firmly, he plowed his long shaft deep into the troubled wife struggling to maintain her composure, especially as the S.V.P. ramped up his pace.

"Ohhh, nooo. Huh, huh, please, not again," Marg pleaded for Ike's restraint and consideration for her conflicted emotional state, with her physical response to cling even tighter to her illicit lover, breathing heavily, and gritting her teeth under his onslaught as he took her again with renewed vigor.

Helplessly, her upturned ass cheeks absorbed thrust upon thrust from Ike's pummeling hips, repeatedly grinding his iron bar cock into Marg's yielding fuck channel, sending her big tits jiggling and her mind reeling at the prospect of another devastating orgasm.

"Uhhnnnh, uggh, awwnnh," her hushed sighs slowly turned to clamoring moans of sexual response, futilely fighting for what little control and dignity she had left, even as Ike leaned in to whisper a baiting, baritone appeal into her ear.

"Uh, it's okay, doll. Huh, it's okay to like black cock," he cooed gently between deep breaths, with the faltering beauty's eyes closed and mewling gasps escaping her quivering lips from the pressure building between her widely-splayed thighs.

"Take my big black cock like a good little slut wife. Take it, and enjoy it," the dominant man whispered hypnotically, but his disparaging words didn't stop there, inciting her passion while at the same time hastening her descent into marital infidelity and sexual servitude.

"That's it, sweetheart. It's alright to love black cock," Ike coddled his delightful newlywed charge, slowly undermining her virtue and devotion to her marriage. "You'll crave black cock before you know it. You won't want anything else."

The shameful portent of the sheltered white wife's future as a slave to black cock rang in her head even as she slipped more and more under the spell of the hulking executive, gradually surrendering her pride to the driving power of his strident pole.

"Fucking is what you were hired to do, Marg. It's what you're built for, and what you do best," he chanted in time to each deep stroke into her ripe body, crudely explaining the true qualifications landing her the entry-level sales position.

Pressing forward with his will-shattering thrusts throughout, Ike imparted the brazen, destructive comments with remarkable calm despite his labors. Breaking her down mentally and emotionally, he slowly converted her commitment from Frederik to her new master Hank Allenby, submissively fulfilling his adulterous sexual demands for the benefit of the company.