Nailed by the Office Bitch Part Three
by Bryce Denison
Copyright January 2008

Pete's sexual blackmail continues when an unexpected visitor manipulates him
into reluctantly fucking her ass. Will Katrina's coercion of her ex online
sex partner ever end? Contains: sex with toys; anal sex; double penetration.
Part 3 of 3.

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Chapter One Peter Purges his Hard Drive

The drive home was uneventful enough. Thankfully Erin sat up front with
Katrina so I could sit beside my wife Tisha at last. The ladies were
in good spirits joking and laughing. I sat in silence holding her hand.
My presence acknowledge only when my wife complained out loud that I
was holding her hand too tightly. Erin and Katrina burst into
hysterics. Tisha laughed along with them. Though she wasn't sure what
was so funny and neither did I. Unless you find the desperate clasp of
a sexually harassed man humorous.

Back at home in the safety of my private study with Tisha passed out
upstairs in our bedroom, I resolve to purge my PC of every piece of
smut it contains. Over the past couple of years my computer had been
the recipient of gigabyte upon gigabyte of pornography, erotic chat,
filthy emails, and exhibitionist video. It was a veritable nexus point
of digital filth. Now with the New Year close at hand and Katrina's
office party antics fresh in my mind, it is time to wipe this puppy
clean. It will be a new beginning. Once purged I will be free and
easy. No more guilty conscience. Heck even Tisha can start surfing on
it.

I do an online search for PC scrubbing software and decide on a
government approved digital purgative. Apparently it is State
Department certified for Class 4 cleansing, meaning that once you wipe
your hard drive you could use it to purchase nukes from the Russian's
without having to worry about smut laden digital prints. Perhaps this
is an exaggeration, nevertheless if it is good enough for the
politicians on Capitol Hill, it is good enough for me.

With this reasoning in mind I lay down the plastic and begin to download
the $150 software. If this is what it takes to prevent another anxiety
ridden night like the one I just had, it is worth every penny. Once
downloaded I check off the parameters of the scan, they have
'generously' included the Porn patch plug-in 'free of charge', which
leaves no virtual stone unturned in its search and destroy mission. I
am rubbing my hands together in smug-like glee when the phone rings.

I pick it up after the third ring. Tisha upstairs has beaten me to it. I
listen in and cling white knuckled to the receiver. It is Katrina!

"Hi Tisha, it's Kat. I get home only to find that I left my house keys
in the company van. Marco took the van back to the office with the
slide projector. I am locked out."

"No problem you can stay over at our place," my wife offers graciously.

"You are a life saver, I really don't feel like going back downtown, I
am pooped." Katrina says gratefully.

"So am I. Pete has passed out in his study downstairs. I have just taken
a sleeping pill. I will leave the keys under the terracotta umbrella
stand out front. Let yourself in and make yourself at home. You can
sleep 'till noon in the spare bedroom off the kitchen."

I can't believe what I am hearing. I let out a gasp.

"Peter is that you?" my wife asks.

I hang up the phone fast. My first reaction is sheer panic. 'no, no, No'
I say out loud. Breathing deeply to compose myself I look at the door
and smile in relief. By chance and good fortune, I had a dead bolt lock
installed only last week for extra security, ha ha. Katrina would need
a sledgehammer to get in here. I am safe.

Rubbing my hands together again, this time in relief I return to 'Project Porn Purge'. The computer is telling me it will take exactly
38 minutes to do a Class Two level wipe. I think that will be
sufficient. After all, my slut files aren't criminal just highly
embarrassing should they fall into the wrong hands.

I put my feet up on the desk, and lean back in my chair resting the back
of my weary head in my folded palms. My hard drive hums and churns as
the software does its dirty work. I close my eyes to give them a rest.
Soon I am fast asleep.

Chapter Two Peter wakes to porn, lube, a rubber cock and Chinese sex
drugs

Suddenly I am wide awake. The room seems awfully bright. It is the
light from the monitor that illuminates my space. I take my feet off
the desk and lean forward rubbing my eyes. I am looking at the image
on the screen. It looks like an elephant with two massive trunks.
Rubbing my eyes some more, I reach for my eyeglasses.

No, no, no, No. This can't be. I shake my head and rub the back of my
neck. What I am looking at is not a Wild Kingdom freak show. But the
close up image of a woman's backside being double penetrated by two
huge cocks! What the hell? I just paid $150 to rid myself of this
filth, and here it is, what a rip job. Then I look to the side of my
monitor. This time it would take the eye rubbing of a masseuse to
prepare my eyes for what I see.

There on the desk beside the monitor straight up and impossibly large is
a rubber cock, beside it is a small bottle, and beside that is a small
box. I reach for the box and hold it gingerly in my hand. It is yellow
with an image of a spouting Sperm Whale printed in black and some
Chinese lettering. Placing it back down I pick up the bottle. It is KY
Jelly. Placing it back down, I reach for the cock. My heart is beating
a mile a minute and my mind reels. I try and make sense of how these
items came to be here and their implications.

Holding the fat silicone dick in my hand, I get a sinking feeling in my
stomach. The key to the dead bolt lock on my study door, is the same
key to the front door of our house. How could I be so stupid! But
where is she?

Just then I hear a dry cough. Startled I jump a foot off my seat and the
dildo drops to the floor with a thump. Standing beside my desk up
against the wall, her blue hair camouflaged by the large hanging cinema poster of 'Wall Street', is Katrina, my 'under the table cock sucking' nemesis. I sink back into my chair.

"You think I am going to let you off the hook that easy hm?" She asks
with a mischievous smile.

Open mouth and exhausted, I stare back at her in shock. "Haven't you had
enough?"

Chapter Three Katrina's final demand.

"There is just a few more things I need us to work through and then you
are free. I promise." She says stepping away from the wall into the
middle of the room.

"That box contains a powder substance that will increase your sperm load
tenfold. She elaborates, "it is completely harmless I did my research
on line and in the process witnessed a demo video of an ejaculation
worthy of Ripley's Believe It Or Not."

"You probably recognize that image on your monitor screen. Or more
specifically how you used it during our dirty correspondence to
describe exactly what you wanted to do to me. That picture really
spoke to me. In fact it took me several days to get it out of my mind.
Yet as you see now it never left my mind completely. I want to
experience it tonight right down to the point when you flood my insides
with bucket loads of cum." She pauses and looks intently into my eyes.

"Even if I want to double penetrate you I can't. I am bone tired. I mean
JC you saw how much I came when you sucked me off over dinner. Tisha is
upstairs, for crying out loud. I can't." I babble, grabbing at straws
to reason with our sex crazed sleepover guest.

"Relax Pete. Rome wasn't built in a day." She reaches for the box and
opens it. On the coffee table is a glass of water she had brought down.
She tears open the pack and dumps the grey powder into the class and
stirs it with a chop stick.

"This potion takes a couple of hours to work its way through your
system. I suggest once you drink it, you stretch out on this couch and
catch some sleep. At five o'clock," she picks up my travel alarm clock
and begins to set it, "at five am you wake up and come to me. That
rubber cock is too big for my butt, but perfect to stretch my vage with
while you slip a smaller, warmer, more lifelike cock into my ass. By
then I think you will be up to the challenge." She comes over stand in
front of me, pats, then rubs my shoulders gently.

Despite serious misgivings and feelings of violation, my cock stirs as I
hear her words. I look at Katrina appraising her. Thirty something,
possibly twenty something. With her hair dyed that way and her flawless
almost doll like complexion, combined with the clear efficiency of her
voice I am not sure. I look at her compact body, ample cleavage and a
nice pair of knockers. I realize now that during the time of my
Internet transgression I should have fucked her senseless on my own
terms, now it is too late.

My mental chick scan I was telling you about (Part One) is on its return
orbit of the ecliptic and a fuck report, albeit a hazy one, flashes
into my brain. If there ever was a woman who deserves to get fucked
hard, I mean really hard, no holds bar, a double penetration hammering,
it is Katrina. This notion is not based on healthy lust, but on a
desire to punish her for my maltreatment tonight. What better way for
me to exact revenge than to let my animal instincts take over and
savagely attack her ass. I deserve it, she deserves it, but Tisha my
wife? She deserves better than that.

Katrina holds out the cup of spouting sperm whale solution, "don't let
the Chinese lettering worry you, it is not actually made from whale.
Drink this solution so help me God, or I will tell Tisha everything.
Remember when you told me how you were going to tie me face down on a
bench and fuck my ass while at the same time you fed my kitty a rubber
cock? I bet you you still remember. If not that is okay because you are
going to have a refresher course in a couple of hours.

Chapter Four Peter drinks the sperm solution and has a nightmare

"I can't do this here, in my own home, it isn't fair to Tisha," I
whisper not so we can't be heard, my study is like a bunker, because of
the weakness of my conviction. I am not sure why but I am just finding
it difficult to speak.

"We all have our demons Peter," Katrina says sternly. "deal with it."

She removes the chop stick and hands me the glass of milky 'whale'
solution. I take it and take a sip. Then looking fiercely into her eyes
I drink it all and place the empty glass down on the desk beside the
massive rubber cock.

"See you just after 5 am," she says to me, turns and leaves the room. I
stare in her wake as the door shuts. She slides the dead bolt quickly
into to place, a reminder of how totally ineffectual my security
against her is.

Mind addled, I stretch out on the leather sofa soon I am fast asleep
dreaming.

We are in a court of law. I am in the prisoner dock. On the bench Judge
Katrina presides. Legge Frampton, my wife's dinner companion from
earlier that night is my defense layer, Tisha the prosecutor, Marco the
fellow who so resoundingly ignored me over supper is the court
stenographer. Erin? I am relieved I don't see her, that poor doll has
suffered enough this evening.

As Legge Frampton stands ready to give my defense I smile smugly at the
Judge Katrina. His ram rod posture and tall frame is imposing. His
balding comb over, grey at the temples, and large forehead give the
impression of genius. At first I am comforted by Legge's Scottish
brogue. From the way he is enunciating, the cadence of his voice, its
overall tone, he sounds the ideal barrister worthy of the House of
Lords. My confidence dissolves in its place the pain of hopelessness.
Legge's words are pure gibberish, unworthy of even the village idiot.

My wife Tisha stands and lucidly outlines the case for prosecution.
Legge's demeanor withers and he crumples into the chair beside me.
Hunched and holding his forehead in both hands he turns his head to me
and whispers "all is lost." As Tisha elaborates on my transgressions
against her I am somewhat heartened that Marco ignores her completely.
With his stenographic duties forgotten, at least my crimes won't be
recorded for posterity.

The reason for Marco's distraction soon becomes apparent. He stares
bugged eyed and drooling at the jury - a bevy of Internet porn stars,
some who I recognize from my PC smut files, hopefully now wiped.

As the jury forewoman stands to read the verdict. I am aware of a
stirring between my legs, the stirring turns to a throb, then a bulge,
then a rod, then a full fledged boner. "The prisoner must stand for
the reading of the verdict." Judge Katrina says. I begin to panic. The
loose fitting prisoner clothes will show my erection like a tent for
all in the court of law to see. I turn to Legge, my defense lawyer, for
some help. He looks around the room and gulps, saying nothing.

I stand. Snickering can be heard in the court room gallery. Judge
Katrina asks for the Court Sheriff to tend to the prisoner's 'problem
erection' while the verdict is heard. Low and behold who walks forward
but Erin in a tight fitting uniform with boots, holster and hand cuffs.
She wears mirrored sunglasses and walks slowly to me.

As the Judge speaks she lets her rich brown hair down and kneels down.
In a matter of seconds she is sucking on my cock. She is not wasting
any time in fulfilling the Judge's order and clearly wants me to blow
my load as fast as I can. The feeling of the soft spot at the back of
her throat against the tip of my cock is amazing. But the stress of the
situation makes it impossible to come.

"You have been found guilty by a jury of your peers on all counts."
Judge Katrina says somberly and looks at the jurors, a collection of
twelve sluts from some cum shot porn site I once subscribed to. She
clears her throat and continues, "Count One in the First Degree -
'Dereliction of Duty'.

"I hearby sentence you to perform anal sex on your wife while using a
fake phallus in her vagina. Sentence to be carried out immediately."
Judge Katrina hammers her gavel and the hustle and bustle of peoples
exiting the room begins immediately.

The Sheriff removes my cock from her mouth with a loud suction release
sound. I look down in amazed horror at my dick. It has grown insanely
large, as big as the fake rubber cock Katrina is blackmailing me with.
Erin wipes her puffed and shiny lips with the back of a black leather
gloved hand, stands and unclips her cuffs from her belt.

Hand cuffed I exit the court room, my cock leads the way, with Sheriff
Erin holding my wrists behind me pushing. I am wrenching my shackles
and shouting, "Dereliction of Duty for what, to whom? To Tisha? To
Katrina? Could someone please tell me? Tell me please!" I cry.
Curiously it is the sound of the Pitt Pringle Christmas party in full
swing that erupts as I leave the room.

Chapter Five Pete awakes and overrules the court's decision

I am sitting bolt upright on my leather sofa the sound of the travel
alarm beeping rapidly. It is 5:05 am. I am sweating and my mouth feels
like cotton, something to do with the Chinese sex drug perhaps. I turn
around and scratch my head getting my bearings and in the process
something knocks the empty glass off my desk and it shatters.

Did Katrina sneak in and slip a water bottle in my boxer shorts? I ask
myself confused as I look at the object that bumped the glass. Then as
my mind clears I look down in horror at my erection poking out from my
fly. It is positively huge. Inches longer and fatter than usual. It
looks physiologically impossible to me, but sure enough that huge
throbbing cock is my own.

Looking down at my member I continue to breath deeply as I recount my
bizarre dream and assess my predicament. I have often thought the
subconscious mind to be the truest one. But in the court room of my
mind I plan on pursuing an appeal. I wouldn't be in this predicament
in the first place if my wife was as single minded in her cock sucking
energies as Katrina is.

I over rule the sentence and instead impose a harsher penalty. I am
going to ass fuck Katrina. I am going to do the DP with that massive
rubber cock while I fuck her hard anally at the same time 'till she
screams holy murder. She will pay for her abuse of me by receiving a
cock hammering the likes of which she has never experienced before nor
again.

Looking down at my tool. I look like I am ready to explode. I reach out
tentatively to take my manhood into my hand then notice that something
else isn't quite right. My ball sack is heavy and huge, bordering on
impossible. My nuts feel like balloons filled with water. I haven't
had an erection so all consuming since a night out dancing with Jessie
when I was 17. Where the hell did Katrina get that stuff? Yet thank God
for it. My cock was now the perfect tool for punishing her ass.

With my cock sticking up and out of my boxers I reach for the rubber
cock and the lube. The girth of the dildo makes it impossible to hold
both in one hand. So I head out up the stairs and down the hall toward
the spare bedroom with KY in one hand and the Holy Hammer in the other.

I step very quietly in large steps with my boner leading the way a site
fit for a pornographic cartoon. But this wasn't fiction. Like a man
falling from the sky I am about to to experience something I don't want
to but is as inevitable as hitting the pavement. I am going to perform
a double penetration on a woman I had never even planned on meeting - a
woman I had met on the Sex Personals over half a year ago and had
entirely forgotten until earlier tonight.

Chapter Six Pete preps Katrina for punishment

I am standing above Katrina who lies flat on her stomach, ass perked up
in the air and legs spread wantonly, only a bed sheet covers her body.
A pillow covers her head but I see her teal blue coloured hair peaking
from underneath. I place the sex toys on the bed beside her and slowly
pull the sheet off starting from her legs and stopping at her lower
back. I just need access to her ass. The anger I feel toward her makes
the rest of her body irrelevant to me.

I am surprised to see legs that are longer and fuller than I had
imagined and her buns are a little larger than I had remembered
squeezing during our finger fuck in the handicap restroom at the
Italian Restaurant. But its shape is a familiar bubble butt and in the
moonlight it looked pale and feels firm and smooth as before. I now
have her ass cheeks in each hand my thumb resting on either side of her
anus spreading her crack.

As I looked down at this rather erotic sight before me, I do a porno
spit square on her ass hole. A slow drool one after the other lubing
her rubbery ring with my saliva. I reach over for the KY. With my legs
straddling her hips, I squat back down over her. My huge erection
pointing sky high. I squeeze a copious wad of the lube right from the
bottle onto the tip of my swollen cock head and grease it downward. The
sensation is like masturbation on steroids, heightened by the scene of
her ass underneath me and the knowledge that soon I would be pummeling
it. I also need to ready the massive fake cock. I smear and glide the
KY all over it as well.

Katrina pushes her ass upward ready to receive me and I see her glorious
pink little cunt hole in the moonlight and sparse hair as well. A sexy
pussy indeed! I place the tip of the massive fake cock at her entrance
and with quick and slight pumping motions slowly spread then slide the
silicone beast into her twat. Her hips are rocking ever so slightly. I
can wedge that cock in only about a third of the way then it stops. I
see she needs time to adjust to it. No matter because now it is time
for my cock.

I place my fat cock head right on her ass and push. Her rubbery
sphincter spreads round it and as she adjusts and I push, her anus ends
up forming a perfect ring around the ridge of my cock head gripping me
snugly. I stop as she starts hitting the mattress beside her head hard
with a clenched fist.

No matter, I smile, since it is all part of Katrina's punishment and
proceed to slide deeper into her ass. This little bitch is going to get
fully skewered in both holes. She thinks she can handle it but
obviously she can't. She pulls the pillow away from covering her head
and gasps deeply.

"Wait I am scared. Peter I am scared. Go slow, go slow," she says almost
whining.

Chapter Seven Pete gets the surprise of his life

I am completely freaking out because that voice is not the voice of
Katrina. The blue dyed 'mod girl' hairdo that I had seen peeking out
from underneath the pillow is not hers either. It is a polyester wig!
Which just now is pushed off its host revealing shiny dark brown hair.
The woman turns her head back and her eyes stare into mine pleading.

They are the doleful brown eyes of Erin, the young anthropologist cum
Pitt Pringle's junior staffer, who sat beside me at the office
Christmas party dinner. The woman, who like me, was blackmailed by
Katrina and forced to drink my cum mixed in her White Russian (see Part
Two). Her facial expression may convey fear, her eyes pleading. But I
can assure you the emotion she feels is nothing compared to mine. I am
bug eyed in shock and my heart is beating a mile a minute. What the
hell is going on here?

"Erin!?," I gasp.

"Peter we don't have much time. Katrina is going to wake up your wife
and bring her down here. She is totally going to bust you fucking my
ass right in front of Tisha!" Erin tells me quickly breathing rapidly.

"Huh?" my mind is still having a hard time coming to grips with the fact
it is Erin not Katrina who has my cock partially in her ass.

"It's been part of her plan since the get go. I told you my situation.
If I don't do what she says, I am more screwed then I am now. And given
the current screwing down there," she tilts her her toward her upturned
ass, "that says a lot.

"She didn't drop me off at home, instead she brought me back here with
her and we let ourselves in. I was drunk as you know. I was having
trouble standing let alone thinking so I just lay down on your living
room sofa and crashed out. When I woke up she gave me the instructions
and threatened once more to report me for borrowing the $300 from the
office petty cash.

"I started freaking out and crying, she pulled my hair hard and
whispered in my ear telling me to shut up. She said that I was to lie
here in this bed as I am, ass upward and naked. That I was to let you
have your way with me and at 5:30 she was going to wake up Tisha and
bring her down here with some bullshit reason that she heard you
calling for her from your private study. She is going to lead her to
this room and flick on the light switch just as you are "pumping my
ass".

I slowly turn my head toward the alarm clock on the side table. It
reads 5:15. Thank God Erin warned me with time to spare. What has
motivated Katrina to lash out me in such a way is beyond reason.
Clearly the woman is a psychopath. Thankfully Erin has the decency to
warn me. I knew from the moment I sat down and starting conversing with
her at supper that she was sincere and honest. Even in this heightened
state of distress I experience a feeling of profound tenderness for
this innocent and abused young woman. I slowly withdraw my swollen
cock head from her ass and with equal gentleness begin to slide the
fake cock from her unbelievably wet vagina.

"What the hell are you doing?" she exclaims her voice rather stern in
tone. "Not so fast mister."

"Huh?" I ask surprised at her reaction.

"Your a nice man Peter and like I said earlier I think you're hot," she
pauses and breathes in deeply, "you have ten minutes you know." Then
she is silent. I look down at her ass, my throbbing erection dangling
long and hard inches above her, the rubber cock still between her legs.
"This isn't a request," she adds sternly.

I do nothing. I am dumbfounded.

"Peter if you don't continue with what you were about to do to me, so
help me God I am going to yell bloody murder and you will be in a hole
so deep with Tisha that only the light of alimony will get out. You
better finish fucking my ass...oh and don't forget that dildo. You can
slide it back in 'kitty'."

She looks up at me and smiles. Then adds, "I am not joking. Do it. You
have 10 minutes, go." She rests her head down on the pillow and sticks
her ass back up. "Do it!". She commands in a hushed tone.

It is with feelings of confusion, arousal, shock and betrayal that I
comply with her command. I resume by rubbing her stretched sphincter
with the head of my juicy cock. The lube and precum mix felt incredible
with each circling motion as I pressed and rubbed into her sensitive
ass. While sinking my Sino-inflated penis, so hard that my penile
nerves are squeezed to the point of super sensitive, I realize that of
all the betrayals of the night it is Erin's that mentally hurts me the
most.

Even so as my cock slides into her ass physically it is the most
pleasurable betrayal as well. I ease myself into her and she bunches
the bed sheet in both her clenched fists and throws her head back in
pain. Then with my entire cock stuffed twitching in her ass, my balls
draped on either side of the dildo in her pussy, Erin release her
tension and rests her head down sideways on the pillow. I feel her body
relax beneath me. I feel the shaft of the rubber cock through the
flesh of her perenium that is now squished flat as a crepe.

"Are you okay?" I whisper. I rest my chest down flat on her her uppr
back and my hips thrust down into her.

"This feels so fucking good Pete." Erin whispers then raises her head
toward the alarm clock "you have eight minutes tops. Now fuck away."

At that moment I decide to completely submit to her wish. To focus
entirely on the next few minutes, finish the task, and make an exit to
safety before Katrina returns with my wife. I begin to slowly pump her
ass and within a minute I am hammering away deep into Erin. She is
whimpering and sobbing into the pillow with each stroke of my cock. I
reach around her hip and take hold of the base of the rubber cock that
is shoved all the way into her pussy. Even so it is only half way in.
As I push into her ass with my cock, I pull the dildo slowly out of her
quim. Then more quickly, as I pull my cock out, I push the dildo in and
so on over and over. My fist which holds the fake cock pushes against
her sopping box, and rubs her stiff clitty, as I work it. She is
positively moaning and so am I.

"Stop using the dildo. Just focus on my ass," she say. "Now go, go, go,"
Erin urges me on.

With only five minutes to go I give her the ass fuck of my life. The
sensation is incredible, the lusty cries of Erin adding to my arousal,
the feeling of her flesh clears my mind. Endorphins course through my
veins for the first time that night I am lucid. I sense her body
trembling, the epicentre being her lower tummy and spreading outward.
The little bitch is cumming and so am I.

The drinking Katrina's sperm whale tonic had slipped my mind, now I
fully remember it. I blast a massive load into her ass. It wasn't a
blast it was more like a geyser. I look at the clock it is 5:23 only
minutes to spare. My orgasm is in full swing. I keep squirting my jizz
deep into her, my cock throbbing and expanding with the contraction of
her ass. She is so cock hungry that she relentlessly clenches the walls
of her ass hard around my orgasming dick. At that moment I had
completely forgiven her for coercing me to fuck her ass. Our orgasms
subside and I rest only momentarily against her then begin my
withdrawal slowly.

"Don't worry about wiping up. You had better get out of here." She says
quietly looking back at me.

I pull out of her completely and looking down I see firm young buns, an
ass hole stretched and full of cum and a pussy stain equivalent to a
pot of coffee. Holy moly! I think to myself this is totally hot. Then
the over head light switches on and I freeze in horror.

Chapter Eight Katrina gets her just desserts

"Tisha I am so sorry, so sorry." It is Katrina! I turn slowly and see
her standing there by the door with my wife beside her. "I can't
believe this Tisha." She says feigning shock. "Men just can't be
trusted."

My wife stands there in her pair of sweat pants and cotton
halter,slippers on her feet. She is staring at me, one eyebrow raised.
The expression on her face is like none I had seen before. One that I
hope never to see again.

She turns to Katrina. "You know Kat, I don't know what I find harder to
believe, what a crazed nympho bitch you are or how naive you are. Do
you think I was oblivious to all the dirty tricks you and Pete have
been up to tonight? It is bad enough you fuck with my husband. You
insult me even further by assuming I am a total ignoramus."

My wife Tisha's voice gets shriller by the second. "I knew you were in
the bathroom with him during cocktails, then I saw you sitting on his
face in through the back window of the company van before dinner; and
by the way Pete's eyes were bugging out during dinner I figured you
were sucking him off under the table. But waking me out of much needed
sleep in order to show me Pete fucking Erin in the ass?! Now that
really takes the cake."

My penis which minutes before was the Mt. Sinai of cockdom has now
shriveled to the size of a cherub's dick. Holy fuck I am toast!

"The way you have manipulated Peter and blackmailed Erin is a total
disgrace. You think I care about the horny cravings of my husband, a
pre middle aged man? I am too busy running our company for crying out
loud." My wife's voice is no longer shrill but corporate. "All I care
about is his loving support, which he gives me each and every day."

Huh! I am shocked to hear my wife's kind words. I am not being
crucified, quiet the opposite, it sounds to me like I am being
sanctified. Is that truly possible?

"Peter honey, I think you should head back to your study. I will deal
with this." She says calmly to me.

I stagger down the hall rubbing my nuts in relief. A feeling of intense
love for my wife wells up within me. I hear her cussing Katrina and
dressing Erin down. The beginnings of a same sex bitch session that I
want no part of. As I reach my study door I hear Tisha's harsh
directive, "get down on your knees and lick Peter's load out of Erin's
ass now! Do it so help me God or both you bitches are re-assigned to
dispatch."

"If you insist." Katrina says rather meekly.

Then Tisha's voice again "My God! All that messy cum is Peter's?! So
much it borders on disgusting. Now eat it," followed by the lusty
mewling of Erin.

Back in the safety of my study, I collapse onto my leather sofa Then
raise myself to shut the door to insulate myself from the noises down
the hall. I exhale in relief and close my eyes. I have survived my
night of blackmail. My dirty laundry now aired, Katrina no longer has
any leverage on me. The beautiful thing about it is that I am Scott
free, while it is Katrina who is left behind cleaning up my mess.

Prologue: Back in the guest bedroom we see the back of Katrina's head as
she buries her face into Erin's upturned backside. The slurping sound
of rearguard cunnilingus can be heard as my wife stands behind her
demanding she eats all of Erin's sticky buns.

The End

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Other Stories by Bryce Denison: DENISE SEX PERSONALS Treadmill to O, The
Mercy Fuck

THE RED FLAME - The Red Flame, Talking to Denise in her SUV, The Off
Campus Ass Licker Part One and Two, The Psych Lab, The E Kids!

MISC - Yellow Ribbons, The Girl who Bummed a Smoke

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