Tales from the Board Room Table (closed for mastadonika)

[ericrodman101]

"Fuck his ass, Kenley." Tabatha was almost shouting with excitement, saying Kenley, but gesturing at Andy. The boy was hard, wanting to fuck Jason's ass, but worried about whether this was a good idea. And on tape. Fuck!

From somewhere Tabatha produced a popper which she waved under Jason's nose. "You're gonna need this, boss," she said. "Kenley's strap on is a fucking big one. It's gonna split you in two."

Jason coughed and spat into the tie blocking his mouth, as the popper took effect. He moaned hysterically, his body fighting against the restraints, throwing himself over, exposing his ass.

"He wants it, Kenley," Tabatha said. "He so fucking wants your dildo inside his tight hole."

Behind the camera Kenley smiled. Meanwhile, Seth rampantly hard, but with nothing to do, looked from one girl to the next, then Andy, hoping to be given an instruction as well. Andy didn't look back, intent on positioning himself on the bed. He was whispering 'lube' to Tabatha who handed him the vaseline. Seth watched his friend grease his cock and wished he'd thought of doing it. Tabatha saw Seth's disappointment and called him over, taking his cock in her hand and stroking him, her eyes on Andy.

'Fuck his ass', she mouthed each time the guy looked up nervously. What was holding him back?

Jason groaned again, twisting hard to the right, bending his legs as far as the ties allowed, holding his ass out for whomever intended to violate him.

"Fuck him," Tabatha said. "He wants it. The boss wants to know how we feel when he ass fucks his baby girls."

Andy was in position now, kneeling in the bed, his thighs against Jason's legs, his greased cock against his boss's virgin hole.

"Open him with your fingers," Tabatha said. "Wide. Open his hole and stick it inside."

Andy leaned down and touched Jason's ass. The older man shivered and made begging noises. His ass was tight, even as Andy felt him trying to relax. He slipped a finger inside, feeling the sphincter close over the intrusion and suck him deeper. The strength of it surprised him and he withdrew, his finger popping out.

"All the fingers. Stick them all in. Gape him. He needs to be wide open, don't you boss man?"

Andy bunched his fingers and pushed them all inside Jason's ass. He was tight, but the grease eased his passage. He could hold them inside Jason, twist them round, feel his boss wince and squirm, pull them back and then push in harder. The more Andy did it, the harder and deeper and more rhythmically, the more he enjoyed it. Who thought finger fucking a guy's asshole could be this much fun? And if he pushed them all the way in, what would it be like to make a fist, he wondered, and work that into Jason's ass. He mouthed the word 'fist' at Tabatha. She smiled back.

 

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“Go ahead and fist him, big boy,” Tabatha whispered in Andy’s ear. “I’m gonna so fucking love this. But he’s gonna need a lot more poppers.”

She hugged him, kissing his ear. Andy turned around. Kenley was nodding. ‘Fist him’ she mouthed. Seth just looked stunned.

Andy looked back at Jason who lay prone in the bed, eyes and mouth bound, breathing heavily, waiting.

”We‘re gonna have to get your legs up, boss,” Tabatha said. “Kenley has something special for you.”

She untied his legs then sat on his chest where she could pull them back under his knees, exposing his asshole. Kenley stepped out from behind the camera, found the grease and took Andy’s hands.

”Here,” she said, lathering him thickly with goo. “If we’re gonna do this right we gotta use a lot of grease.” She kissed him too, then grabbed a Seth by the hand and pulled him close to the bed so they could all see. Tabatha waved the popper under Jason’s nose. He bucked and kicked, but was pinned by her sitting on his chest.

”Cmon Kenley,” Tabatha said looking at Andy. “Do your special thing.”

Andy smiled, rubbed his greasy hands together, then planted the finger tips of both against Jason’s butthole, just pushing the tips inside, opening him up, greasing the puckered hole. The older man squirmed in response, a low moan emitting from his lips under the tie.

”This is gonna hurt, boss,” Tabatha said over her shoulder, “and be lots of fucking fun.”

At the word ‘hurt’ Jason made an anxious sound and curled his toes, but the interns had him trapped, just so long as Tabatha could hold his legs. She adjusted herself, locking her arms under his bent knees, just to make sure.

It was now or never, Andy thought. He’d never fisted anyone before, but he’d seen it done online. Some guys just took fingers, some a whole fist, some were split open, suffering pain beyond belief, violated and degraded. But on film they all seemed to enjoy it, so maybe Jason would too. His favourite fisting seen was Isaac and Cody in the barbers shop. Cody never went really deep, but he did use both hands, rubbing and twisting them together, feeding in one and then the other, then both, and finally just the one fist. Andy thought if he could channel the barbershop scene in his head, then he could do this. And Jason? Well Jason was the girls’ plaything now and he, Andy, merely their pawn, so Jason had put his fate in the hands of others. The hands of others, Andy thought. He smiled, rubbed his hands again, his fingertips teasing Jason’s tight hole, the man clenching, his hole opening and closing. Winking like a little red eye. He knew what was happening, Andy thought. Or had a good idea. This was what he wanted. What Jason wanted from the girls. And from he and Seth? Andy guessed they’d know that when it was all over.

His greased right hand slid over his left, and he pushed the fingers into Jason‘s ass up to the top knuckle.

 

[ericrodman101]

Andy had seen several fisting videos. He found watching them like watching a train wreck, horrifying but hard to look away. They were mostly about sexual domination, utter and annihilating. It looked painful, much more so than mere anal sex. And most of the guys who did it were older, bigger, hairier, somehow more streetsmart or streetworn, maybe trying to resurrect their porn careers or eek out a few more years before age and looks cost them fans.

He pushed his hands inside Jason using a sort-of handwashing motion, one palm over the other, to and fro. Most fisting vids had the receiver restrained, bound or slinged, with the giver greasing up and pushing, hard. But as he fisted Jason he recalled the two fisting vids he went back to time and time again, much sweeter vids, which made fisting seem like just another part of anal gay sex. He loved to watch Cody fist Isaac, the blonde barber talking the pretty young Asian man into having his pubes trimmed after the haircut, and then being fisted, not hard and deep, but gently, slowly, using the handwashing motion, and oh so sensual. Just recalling Cody and Isaac pushed Andy's cock out straight wherever he was.

And then there was Carter fisting Taylor. Late at night, alone in front of the laptop, naked and hard, Andy often turned to Helix. The young guys fucking, often in school uniform, reminded Andy of his private school days. And when the studio posted its first fisting vid, who better than it be Carter and Taylor, the blonde guy just going about his business, clear-eyed, expressionless, relentless, and the brown-haired guy, Taylor, taking Max's firm hand up his greased ass, groaning and pursing his lips, turning his head, begging with his sweet eyes for more.

He thought of these guys now as his two hands made their way steadily deeper inside his boss's ass.

Tabatha watched on, still astride Jason's chest, holding his legs back. She smiled and licked her lips whenever Andy looked up. 'Go for it', she mouthed. 'Get inside him'. And standing by the bed, Kenley and Seth watched, careful not to obscure the camera, his hand and her hand both on his cock, stroking, promising an early load of additional lube if it was required.

"You fucking like that, don't you boss?" Tabatha said. "You pervert, asking your baby girl interns to stick their hands up your ass. Is there anything you won't fucking make us do to you?"

Jason's ass was gaping now, wide open and not fully closing at all, his sphincter relaxed from the poppers, his anus sliding into the fisting, sucking Andy's hands inside, then breathing out as his employee slid them back. He wasn't yelling so loud now, just moaning as each entry stretched and tested him, and sighing as Andy withdrew.

Andy watched his fingers, the top knuckles, and then his hands disappear alternately inside Jason's ass. They slid in easily. It was tight, but the grease did its job as much as the poppers. He kept his thumbs bent under his palms, making each hand as small as possible on entry. But once inside Jason's slick anus, he would open each thumb out as far as he could, massaging the slick flesh inside his boss's passage, pinching and folding, feeling the man respond, adjust, try to repel the intrusion or take it deeper.

He looked up at Tabatha who started back wickedly.

"Make a fist," she said.

 

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Andy made a fist. With his right hand. He’d never thought of his hands as big, but as he kissed the fist against Jason’s asshole, it looked like a watermelon. Greased and relaxed as his boss was, Andy’s fist bumped up against the tight hole, hard against the slick skin, snagging Jason’s hairy ass, making little discernible space inside the ring.

”Fucking push. Stick it into him,” Tabatha said evilly.

Andy pushed, twisting the fist in an attempt to screw it into the anus. Jason’s sphincter tightened. The older man groaned in pain.

Tabatha let go of one of Jason’s legs and reached down, grabbing Andy’s wrist and pulling it hard against her boss‘s asshole.

”Fist him. Screw it in. Fuck,” she yelled.

”Fuck!” Jason was yelling too. “Fuck no!”

”Fuck yes!” Tabatha gripped Andy’s wrist. The youth screwed his knuckles into Jason’s skin. His sphincter popped. The fist slipped into his anal cavity, disappearing suddenly like a rat up a drainpipe. Andy realized he’d bitten his lip nervously, tasting blood. What to do now that he had his fist inside another man‘s body?

“Fuck,” said Tabatha over Jason’s screams. ”That is fucking hot. Fuck him, Andy. Fuck him with your fist.”

”I am fucking him, Tabatha. But what do I do now?”

”Andy?” They all looked behind them as Jason spoke Andy’s name. “Andy the intern?”

Andy pulled his fist out of Jason in fright, his boss’s ass juices greasing his hand, dripping from the gaping hole, soiling the bed clothes.

The interns looked at each other, waiting for someone to take the lead. Jason cried out.

 

[ericrodman101]

Jason kicked hard and Tabatha fell on the floor. "Who's fucking there?" he yelled. "Andy. Are you there? Tabatha. Kenley. Fuck!"

"Grab his legs," Tabatha said, getting up and trying to catch the flailing limbs. "Yes, Andy's here, Jason. And Seth. They've been licking your cock and Andy just fisted your ass. You loved it, yeah? Loved your cocksucking interns. All four of us. Yeah?"

"Fuck you, Tabatha, you cunt," Jason said. "Fuck, my ass is killing me."

Seth and Andy held a leg each while Tabatha sat on the bed and mopped Jason's brow with the loose tie.

"Of course it's killing you, Jason. You've just had Andy's clenched fist up your ass. Your little boy intern is standing here waving his hand about just glistening with your ass slime. You are a complete slut, boss. And we're not done with you yet."

She bent down to look between his legs.

"Your ass is red and sore, gaping open, just begging to be double penetrated. Yeah? What do you say boys? Two cocks in Jason's ass at the same time?"

"Fuck you!" Jason kicked and bucked, but the boys held him fast. Kenley leaned down next to Jason.

"Boss," she said. "Kenley here. I just wanted to say that Daddy is back tomorrow and he'll ask me if you've been looking after me and I was wondering, do I tell him you fucked me in the ass or just fucked me without being specific about which holes?"

Their boss coughed, took a deep breath, tried to speak, opening his mouth a couple of times, then thinking better of it.

"Mouth, ass and cunt," Tabatha said. "Might as well be detailed. And the dildo. Don't forget the dildo in the board room."

She turned back to the man lying bound on the bed.

"So, two cocks in your sorry ass," she said. "Might hurt a bit, but maybe not as much as a fist up there."

Jason grunted something, then appeared to relax a little.

"So boys," Tabatha said with a smile in her voice, "who wants to go underneath and who wants to go on top?"

 

[ericrodman101]

"Andy, you're taller than Seth so you go underneath," Tabatha said, in a tone which sounded like she was organizing a staff meeting. "Jason, I'm gonna untie your hands so we can do this properly. But if you fight there's four of us, so watch yourself."

Jason grunted agreement. Tabatha untied him while still leaving his eyes covered. He stood up, a little disoriented, rubbed his wrists, then fingered his raw asshole, wincing. Andy lay on the bed as directed, his cock still hard and pointing at the ceiling.

"Now Jason, you climb back up and sit on Andy's chest. Yes, like that. And Andy, be a good boy and fuck Jason cowboy style. Yeah."

Tabatha directed them all like a teacher with her students. Andy stayed silent. It was best just to shut up and enjoy what was being laid on for them. He watched Jason lower his back in front of him. He was hairy and freckled. The intern put his hands on his boss's hips as he closed in on Andy's cock. Tabatha leaned in and took his organ in her hand, bringing the boss and intern together. Andy felt his cock tip against Jason's asshole. Instantly Jason cried out in pain.

"Suck it up, big boy," Tabatha said. "This is what happens to dirty old men who fuck their staff. They get what's coming to them, yeah?"

Andy felt Jason descend, slowly and painfully, the older man whimpering. His asshole had looked pretty wrecked after the fisting, even if Andy thought it the most crazy sexy thing he'd ever done. So crazy, even as he felt the inside of Jason's ass round his cock, it was the feeling of his hand inside the man which focused him, and the prospect of fisting someone again. Or being fisted....fuck!

Jason bottomed out, Andy's cock all the way inside him now, his ass seated on Andy's groin.

"See, that wasn't so bad," Tabatha said. "But now for the hard part. Lean back until you're lying flat on Andy so Seth can get his cock inside you as well."

This was crazy sexy too, Andy thought, even if Tabatha sounded like a teacher. Jason reclined, bending Andy's cock back, not painfully at all even if his boss was still whimpering. He watched Seth around Jason's shoulder, positioning himself between their legs. If only he could watch the second cock going into Jason's hole.

 

[ericrodman101]

Jason seemed to have lost any fight. He was moaning and crying out softly all the while the two interns had their cocks inside him. Tabatha held his legs back under the knees, keeping him open and loose. Andy tried to engage more energetically, but it was difficult lying on his back with Jason and Tabatha on top of him. The position was hot visually, for sure, but Seth was getting the most out of the fuck, being able to kneel and push into Jason from the front. But Andy enjoyed the feeling of the second cock in his boss's tight hole, the friction, the pressure, the slickness, the sheer wanton debauched fuckery of the whole damn thing.

Looking up at Tabatha's back as she held Jason up, Andy could only wonder at her motivations. Was she a devil, a nymphomaniac, just overly ambitious, what? She was only his age or a little older, yet reeked of sexual experience, and seemed to be without any inhibitions. He longed to fuck her too, not just to enjoy taking her, but to learn. He imagined sticking his cock into Tabatha, into any hole, would be like entering a portal to another universe. Who knew what pleasures he'd never even imagined awaited there?

Seth thought he'd got the best of the double fuck being on top, and up close to Jason. His boss still wore the tie tight over his eyes, but his mouth was free. As they rocked to and fro, the young intern let his face sway up close to Jason's. He could see the pores in his boss's skin, the sweat running down out of his air and into his eyes, the back of his mouth when he moaned. He could smell the man. It filled his nostrils. Delicious.

And all the while Tabatha, her hands under Jason's knees, leered at Seth over her boss's shoulder, smiling, licking her lips, blowing him kisses. Seth longed to fuck Tabatha too.

Kenley smiled as she watched the double penetration scene unfold through the camera lens. She'd known Tabatha only a few short weeks in which time she'd lost her pussy virginity, her mouth virginity and now her ass virginity. If only Daddy knew about Tabatha there'd be hell to pay. Which was probably why her friend insisted on filming everything. Maybe they should have worn face masks. Kenley had suggested it once, but Tabatha said no. The problem with masks was not being recognised, Tabatha said. 'If you want to get somewhere, then take full credit for your work.' Kenley guessed it made sense, but she worried about how much video evidence of her newfound sexual freedom existed, and who possessed it. Tabatha probably. But then there was the stuff on the security cameras at work. Daddy's cameras. Who the fuck had that?

The double penetration was hot, but there was no way Andy was going to cum like this, flat on his back, stuck beneath Jason and Tabatha. He could feel just the tip of his cock inside Jason now and every jolt threatened to spit it out. Watching the video later might make him cum, he thought, and if he asked nicely, Tabatha might shove his cock back inside. He wanted her hand on his cock anyway.

"I'm slipping out, Tabatha," he said. "Can you put my cock back inside?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Kenley and Tabatha watched the three way man fuck with increasing horniness. The two young interns kissed their boss's mouth together, probing with their tongues, tasting each other, swapping spit, the friction of their mouths on each other priming their cocks. Tabatha winked at Kenley. The owner's daughter stepped from behind the camera, stood with her legs apart and frigged herself, first one hand, deep inside, straining to penetrate herself. Then the hand went to her mouth so she could taste herself while her other hand harvested her vaginal juices.

Tabatha considered Kenley the most beautiful girl she'd ever fucked and watching her friend standing naked in the room, the large photo of Jason's wife and children smiling across her shoulder, just confirmed it. How could Jason do this? How could he so easily succumb to sexual pleasure delivered by his junior staff when he had his happy marriage on display. She smiled as she reached down to grab Andy's cock and plug it back into Jason's ass. Corruption was so easy, so simple. Sex, fucking, debauchery. Older guys like Jason couldn't help themselves. They talked fidelity. They talked loyalty. They talked values. But suck their cock, bend over and let them fuck you up the ass, arrange group sex, even in their own homes, even on their marital beds, or in their workplaces, their cars, any-fucking-where, and all that fucking hypocritical crap just evaporated.

And they let you film them. What did they think you were doing? Collecting souvenirs? Jesus fucking Christ! Men are so fucking dumb, she thought. So completely and utterly fucking fucking dumb.

She had as much as she needed on film. Let these fucking guys cum on Jason's wife's bed. Let them soil her sheets and leave the room reeking of sex, of semen, of jizz, of fluids and discharges, filthy and dirty and violated. So that every time she walks into this room, no matter how deeply she cleans, she smells them, the girls and guys Jason fucked on her bed. Their bed. Where they sealed their marriage contract, conceived their children, pledged their loyalty to each other. Where her darling husband invited his work subordinates to open their legs and their asses and their mouths for him. Where he consented to be tied up and fucked. Fisted. Filled with their bodily fluids. Made into a middle-aged man whore.

Tabatha stared at the photo of Jason's wife and his cute kids. They looked like some pic from a sitcom. The American dream. Wholesome and happy. How Tabatha longed to meet her. She must know Jason was unfaithful. Or tended that way. Didn't every woman? Every wife? How she longed to ask.

Maybe she would.

Or maybe she'd just leave one last piece of evidence.

Jason's house had security cameras at the front door. She'd seen the unit and the monitor on the way in. It covered the drive and the cars. She'd fuck Jason on the hood, under the camera. It wouldn't be a high quality video, but it would be hot. It had to be something public and lurid, degrading and graphic. Something to wipe the happy smile of that woman's face.

"Guys," she cooed. "Listen. I've got an idea."

 

[ericrodman101]

"I want to leave a souvenir for Jason's wife. Something for her to discover by chance. Just so she knows what a good little hubby he's been while she's away."

Tabatha pulled Jason's head round. He was floppy in her hands. Overdosed on poppers probably. His eyes were half closed and he groaned as she pulled him by the chin, neither acknowledging or responding to what she was saying.

"Hey boss man," she taunted. "Something for the little wife? Let her see your big cock in your intern's mouth. Or his cock up your sore ass? Or maybe just some sexy straight stuff with you eating Kenley's pussy or sucking on my strap on. Yeah? Just nod for yes and nod for no. Ha!"

Jason was moaning and dribbling, a complete mess. Seth and Andy didn't feel it was particularly sexy anymore, but Seth was still hard and Andy was pinned beneath his boss and Tabatha. And if he looked sideways, Kenley was standing up close to his face, ploughing her fingers into her cunt. Maybe if she took one step closer and pressed her pink bits against his mouth....

The thought of leaving a souvenir for Jason's wife, whatever that meant, didn't especially trouble the boys. The bedding would need washing, probably dry cleaning, and their was cum on the hall rug, maybe other stains. And there was the video. maybe that was what Tabatha meant.

The girl climbed off Jason who flopped back onto Andy, Seth's cock pulling straight out. Neither guy had cum again yet, although Andy was not going to in this position, and Seth would prefer to be fucking someone more responsive than his boss who seemed on the verge of collapse.

"I want to fuck outside," Tabatha said. "In public. Out front. Maybe the hood of the car?"

Kenley knew what she meant. She'd worked out Tabatha's modus operandi. The security camera, she nodded to herself. You could watch the cars from the monitor by the front door. Anyone fucking on the hood could be seen clearly. And whatever was filmed would go onto the hard drive just waiting to be discovered who knew when? Like a ticking time bomb. She looked across at the portrait of Jason's wife and children. Stupid fucking bitch. What the fuck did she think mature men got up to when wifey was out of town? Or maybe that was there agreement, an open relationship, fuck who and whatever you like when I'm not here, just don't let me know. Jesus, she was thinking like Tabatha now.

Her friend was trying to coax the boys to carry Jason downstairs. The boss could prop himself up, but he was mostly out to the world. He'd need to be manhandled downstairs and lifted onto the hood. And whatever fucking occurred, Jason might not be especially active. Which meant sticking things into him. Cocks, tongues, hands, fingers, fists, dildos, garden ornaments, vegetables.....shit!

 

[mastadonika]

Day 3 - Wednesday Morning 07:30 AM - Jason's House


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[ericrodman101]

Seth and Andy had never met Rob before. From what they'd heard he was tough going, aloof and hard to please. But then they'd heard that about Jason as well, and now that they'd fucked him on the marital bed in his own house, all their preconceptions were out the window.

Kenley drove up to Rob's house. It was impressive, a mansion overlooking the beach, palatial and exclusive. Rob was a very successful businessman, or had come into money. And he didn't even own the firm. The owner was Kenley's dad.

Tabatha sat in the front passenger seat and chatted the whole way as Kenley drove. But she didn't chat about the weather or music or fashion. She talked about sex, about fucking, about conquests past and potential, about what she liked doing to a man or a woman, and what she liked done to her. The two boys sitting in the back seat were hard and erect, their cocks tenting their dress trousers, pressing painfully into their zips, desperate to escape, to come up for air. Andy looked down at Seth's bump more than once, wondering if his friend wanted a rub, inside or outside his pants. Tabatha turned round every so often to check on them. Andy knew she wouldn't have minded him giving Seth a handjob in the back seat, or indeed sucking him off, but it never quite came to that. Still, she winked at them both as she verbalized what she'd like to do to Rob.

But was Rob available to Tabatha? Andy couldn't be sure. He didn't think Jason was available and the four of them had tied him to his own bed and fisted the guy. Jesus!

When they entered Rob's house, their boss was sitting quietly, meditating maybe, looking out to sea. Lucky guy, Andy thought, to start every day like this. But unlike the four interns, Rob wasn't dressed for work. He sat in shorts and a Tshirt, and socks without shoes, all plain black, only half dressed. Or maybe that's how he worked from home. A rich and powerful businessman with a common sense approach to taking it easy when he didn't have to try.

 

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Andy and Seth followed Rob to the gym.

"Do you think he saw our hard-ons?" Andy whispered to Seth as they followed their boss down the hall.

"He'll see mine again if he turns round," Seth said, patting his groin.

"Down boy!" Andy laughed.

How much had Rob seen of their erections while they massaged Tabatha and Kenley? Touching the girls was a turn on in itself, of course, but the boys had been hard since the car journey.

"I'm trying to remember how long it's been since I wasn't hard," Andy said.

"Think of something else," Seth said. "Unsexy thoughts. You know, like Homer Simpson thinking of Barney in the bikini."

"Ewwww," Andy said. "I think that's done the trick. Except now I've got to watch your ass bending over boxes in Rob's gym. How's that gonna help me go down?"

 

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Andy kissed Kenley as she sat in his lap. She was less aggressive than Tabatha, but just as desirable. Elsewhere in the room he knew Tabatha would be devouring Seth. Good luck, he thought. Good fucking luck.

As they kissed, the boy wondered why Rob was just letting this happen. Sure they'd completed the work their boss wanted, but to be making out in his house, the four interns, exhibiting themselves and their teenage lust like it was their place and not his. Maybe Rob was a voyeur, maybe a libertine, maybe he just didn't know how to react when confronted with open sexual behavior.

Maybe it was all a dream and he'd wake up and find himself on his own at home with a sticky cock in his hand.

Or get the sack. Maybe that was it. Jason had informed Rob what Tabatha was up to and today was just Rob doing his homework before taking steps.

But what was Tabatha up to? She filmed everything. Was she filming this? He hadn't noticed, but then when he wasn't working it wasn't Tabatha's mobile phone which caught his attention.

Seth heard Rob telling them to keep working. But they were finished, weren't they? Tabatha's face was inches from his as she massaged his cock through his pants. Over her shoulder he could see Andy and Kenley making out. And Rob at the laptop. This was fucking weird. She had his cock out of his pants now, long and hard in her hand as she stroked him, milking the precum to the head. He imagined the droplets seeping from the slit, glistening, pooling, running down the shaft to lubricate the massage. She kissed him. "I want you inside me," she said. Here, he wondered? With Rob in the room? This is so fucking out of control Seth wondered if it was a dream. Two couples, four hot teens, making out while their boss tapped away on his laptop, pretending nothing was going on. Jesus!

 

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Seth heard Rob tell them to stop. But Tabatha was having none of it. She looked Seth hard in the eyes and continued to stroke his cock in spite of Rob's admonishment.

"Are you feeling left out?" she said. Seth cringed. "What the fuck was she up to? It wasn't like Tabatha's Dad owned the company, like Kenley.

Then Rob was angry, shouting, threatening to complain to Kenley's Dad. That will seal it, Seth thought. Whatever else happens, Andy and I will be out of our jobs. Kenley won't save us and Tabatha will find some other useful idiots.

Andy was as unsure of himself as Seth. But try as he might to disengage from Kenley, she pressed her mouth hard onto his, her tongue inside him, stopping him from talking and doing much else besides sucking her. His cock was threatening to push her off his lap, resisting her weight with an equal mix of pleasure and pain. Close by he could hear Tabatha talking to Seth about how crazy this all was. Crazy didn't cover it, he thought. Suicidal maybe?

And then Rob slammed his laptop down and left the room. Kenley pulled her head back and looked at Tabatha. The two girls smiled. Andy looked at Seth as if to say how much weirder can this get.

And then Rob returned, even more angry by the look on his face, standing there, fuming. The man was obviously so upset that he wasn't sure how to respond. But his pants were bulging, and he was too mad to disguise that also.

"Hey, Rob," Tabatha said, letting go of Seth's cock which just sprang to attention and pointed at the ceiling. She stood and stepped over to Rob, beckoning Kenley to join her. The intern placed her hand on her boss's bulge, holding still for a moment, then grabbing him, hard.

"Do you often invite interns to your house, Rob, on the pretext of getting them to help you work from home, then only get half dressed, watch them get horny and then show them your erection? Huh?"

Rob's face reddened. The older man opened his mouth to speak, but no words came forth. He towered over the intern who stood her ground, her hand wrapped tightly round her boss's cock, then joined by Kenley who placed her hand over Tabatha's.

"My Daddy won't like you doing those things, Rob," Kenley said. "It's not nice, using young impressionable interns for your sexual pleasure." The two girls ran their free hands around Rob's waist, found the elastic of his underwear, then dove down inside it. "Nice ass," Tabatha said, unflinching in the face of Rob's wrath.

"I've got a question for you, Rob," she said. "When you invite interns to your house to fuck, do you prefer girls or boys or both?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Andy and Seth watched the girls torment Rob as the presented to the zoom meeting. What the fuck were they doing, Andy thought, under the table, playing with his cock and balls, fingering his ass, licking and sucking. He was hard watching them, trying to assist Rob, trying to avoid his tented trousers getting in front of the camera.

Or was that the idea? Is that what Tabatha planned? A sex show on zoom live from Rob's home office. He looked at Seth who was struggling as much as he was with an erection inside his trousers. The interns hadn't dressed properly after the morning being groped and mauled by the girls. Their shirts were untucked and their hair tousled. Both boys could feel the precum dampening their underwear and starting to run down their thighs uncomfortably.

Rob was trying hard. For all his admonishing of them this morning, the girls were incorrigible. Rob was sweating, squirming uncomfortably in his seat as he broadcast to the meeting, licking his lips, coughing nervously. He stood to make a point, his lower body concealed by the edge of the table. The girls took advantage, sitting on the floor out of sight, to pull Rob's underwear down. The man's cock was erect although Andy only had a glimpse of it before Kenley engulfed it with her mouth, taking her boss up to the balls in one swallow. Tabatha used her hands to pull his hairy ass cheeks open, then inserted her face between them, tonguing her boss, slurping at his asshole, pushing and probing greedily.

Andy looked at Seth who had his cock out now, stroking himself. Andy slipped his own trousers down to free his cock. Voices from the speakers suggested the meeting was continuing, but Rob was unable to contribute. He just stood between the two young women who had him pinned between their mouths.

"Turn the fucking microphone off," he whispered loudly. "You," he said, pointing urgently at Andy, his eyes drawn down to the boy's exposed cock. "The microphone. Now!"

Andy stepped up to the table, his cock waving wildly, grabbed the power cable and disconnected the zoom meeting. How much had been observable from the other end, he couldn't say. He stepped back, listening to the girls moaning and slurping. Tabatha held Rob's hairy ass firmly between her hands. The boss didn't flee now, or speak at all, but just adjusted his stance as if conceding that Tabatha needed room to tongue his asshole. Kenley was gagging, but not giving in to instinct. Her spit mixed with Rob's precum and sprayed from her lips round his cock. She seemed driven to Andy, as if nothing but her boss's cumming in her mouth would bring her oral assault to an end.

Andy wondered if he shouldn't support his boss with his hands in case he fainted or collapsed. Or at least help him onto the sofa where he would be more comfortable being fucked. It was if he'd read Rob's thoughts. The boss looked at him imploringly, then looked at the sofa. With Andy and Seth's help, somehow all five of them fell onto the soft cushions, the girls still fixed to Rob's nether regions.

And without being asked, Seth undressed his boss, then himself. Andy deemed it only polite to follow. Soon the four young interns and their boss were naked.

 

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Andy sensed Rob giving in, struggling less, ranting less, resigning himself to the pleasure of being fucked by the four young interns. They fired questions at him as he gave in to their assault, none of which he answered. But then maybe they were rhetorical, Andy thought. All except Seth's question about whether he invited interns to his house to fuck. The question Tabatha had posed earlier. Did he?

Andy licked Rob's hairy chest and nipples. It felt so wrong and so right. Like Tabatha said, if they were going to get the sack, might as well have fun and do what they wanted.

And what did they want? What did Tabatha want? Who the fuck could tell, Andy thought. The girl is a monster. A devil. A demon sent to turn men into quivering, sex-slaves. He looked up at Rob. The boss, no longer in charge of what was happening in his own house, lay on his back, breathing heavily, eyes closed, Kenley sucking his cock, Tabatha tonguing his ass, Seth's cock in his hand, Andy's tongue on his chest. No more shouting, no more threatening to set the dogs on them. The dogs? Shit!

But what did they all want? Just the sex? You could get sex anywhere, Andy thought. Once you let go of your inhibitions the world was your sex-crazed oyster. Andy had always been tentative, always been frightened a little of what he wanted and what was possible. But under Tabatha's tutelage, sex was just a matter of finding a target and going for it. Men like Jason just fell into her lap. Boys like Seth and Andy she ate for breakfast. Even men like Rob, strong men with strong wills, eventually fell into her lap. Literally.

He noticed Tabatha had sat up, her mouth no longer probing Rob's ass. She took off the man's socks, then noticed Andy watching her. She smiled. "I'm going to have fun, but I need to make sure he's quiet. Who knows how much noise he might make when I ram that up his ass?" Andy followed her gaze to the large ornamental glass perfume bottle on the table. He looked at her wide-eyed. The others were watching now too. She nodded back, then leaned over Rob, opened his mouth and shoved his socks inside. He moaned, but didn't resist. Then she reached for the bottle, checked that the stopper was screwed on tight, and positioned it opposite his asshole.

 

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Seth and Andy watched the girls torment Rob. Tabatha worked the bottle into his ass. She hadn't lubed it as far as they could tell, and it made slow going as it gradually disappeared inside his tight hole. Tabatha spat on the glass, working the liquid round the cylinder, but spit is no substitute for proper lube, they recalled, from watching porn. Rob groaned and resisted, thrashing his arms about so wildly that the boys had to pin him down. Tabatha was laughing wickedly, taunting Rob, her face in his, smiling and laughing, as she pushed harder. She didn't speak which just made the torment even more obscene, more out of control, more complete and utterly depraved. How far was she going to push the bottle inside him?

They were only drawn away from the bottle by Kenley taking Rob's wedding ring off her finger and installing it on her own. She waved her hand in his face. Rob tried to speak but the socks in his mouth muffled his words. The boys guessed Kenley could get away with just about anything being the owner's daughter, but this assault was cruel and brutal. The older man was being totally humiliated, emasculated, and by two eighteen year old girls in his employ. Wherever was the point of no return in this exercise, it was long past.

Seth and Andy looked at each other warily as they held Rob's arms. Andy wanted to speak, wanted to suggest they back out. But the words didn't come, and he was afraid of how Seth might react, but especially of Tabatha and Kenley who had clearly lost all reason. Sex was great, rough sex even greater, rough, uninhibited, unbounded sex the stuff of an eighteen year old boy's wildest dreams. Andy could watch humiliation porn all day and not tire of it, so to be part of it was something he'd never imagined. And yet, this scene with Rob was troubling him greatly. How the fuck could any of them recover and work together again after this? Jason was fine. He'd consented, encouraged them, been as much the initiator as victim of his sexual violation. But Rob...well, the only word Andy could think of was rape. They were raping Rob, raping their boss, holding him down and violating his ass and his mouth and his cock and....fuck, Andy thought, I just hope he cums, that he enjoys this, and we can all laugh about it later. Fuck!