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My Reward By Azil Copyright 1998-2000
Disclaimers:
This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any
specific person, living or dead.
Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This
does not mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever performed
any of them, or would perform them if given the opportunity. (Nor does it
mean that he doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't).
This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many
jurisdictions it may be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to
make it available for minors to read. The author urges you not to disobey
these laws. Even if it isn't illegal where you are, keep it away from kids
anyway.
This and the preceding fifty-two chapters are archived at
www.storiesonline.net
CHAPTER 53: A MERGER MEETING AND MARRIAGE MANIA
It was a Friday afternoon in early November when Michelle called a
meeting of the company's executives to discuss another expansion - an
opportunity to open an office in Denver by taking over an agency there. I
knew that she was looking at this as a dress rehearsal for her real
objective: Los Angeles. I didn't object, as long as nobody expected me to
spend any time in LA.
As always, however, I objected to the meeting. I had just finished
butt-fucking Wendy while she and Valerie Lee sixty-nined each other, and
Wendy was licking the traces of her ass off my cock when the call came.
As frequently mentioned, I hate meetings, especially when I get summoned
into one while Wendy's educated tongue was on my cock.
Wendy, having overheard my conversation, reluctantly quit licking and
helped me on with my clothes. As she closed the zipper, she looked so sad
that I thought she might cry. Darn, I thought, too bad I can't take her to
the meeting with me - a blowjob could make the thing bearable.
Immediately, of course, I was struck by the thought that that any
sentence that includes the words "too bad I can't" is virtually a dare to
Reward. Of course I could. As I walked out of the office, I gestured for
Wendy to follow me.
When we entered the conference room and took a seat at the far end of
the table, Michelle glanced quizzically at Wendy then at me (perhaps the
unasked question was directed at Wendy's presence, perhaps at the miniskirt
she wore, which fell short of meeting the office dress code). "I just
thought I'd bring Wendy along to take some notes for me, and maybe give me
a blowjob if I need one," I explained.
Michelle shrugged - a nonverbal equivalent to "whatever" - and glanced
around as the last latecomers joined us.
Michelle started off by thanking us for coming on short notice. Wendy
started off by trying to get me to come on short notice. She crawled under
the table, stationed herself between my legs, pulled down the zipper she
had so recently closed, and lovingly placed my cock in her mouth.
I found this to be one of the most enjoyable meetings I had attended in
a long time. Michelle was explaining that the Denver agency had been
approached by a major New York agency and had told her that they had to
know immediately if we were serious about making an offer.
The ensuing discussion centered primarily on whether there really was a
"major New York agency" in the picture, or if this was just a negotiating
ploy. After posing a couple questions (I was inclined to be skeptical, not
seeing why somebody like JWT would be interested in the agency, but also
seeing nothing wrong in going along with their ploy - cutting out all the
maneuvering and either getting serious or backing off). Then I fell silent
(except for a few gasps of pleasure) for a few minutes as Wendy's tongue
had its usual effect on me, and my semen spurted into her mouth and down
her throat.
When she was done, Wendy crawled out from under the table and sat
quietly in the chair next to me as the conversation droned on. Eventually,
the consensus came around to a point similar to mine - that regardless of
whether the competitive offer was real, the thing had dragged on long
enough that we needed to get it resolved.
I hoped that this would be it, that Michelle would get with the finance
people to put together a package, but it was not to be - she wanted input
from all of us on the offer. I hate this approach, because anything done
by committee . . . well, you know the rest.
Nonetheless, I went first, to get it over with. I gave Michelle a few
ideas on the parameters of the offer I envisioned, and then sat back to
wait through all the rest of the suggestions, objections, counters, and
other chatter that I knew would follow.
I guess Wendy noticed how bored I was, because at this point she stood,
leaned over the table, pulled up her skirt (it didn't have far to go), and
said, "While you're waiting, Mr. Mallory, why don't you fuck me?"
Most of the men in the room looked on appreciatively as I proceeded to
kill time with Wendy's pussy, and of course they enjoyed the view when
Wendy unbuttoned her blouse to make her tits more accessible to me. The
timing worked out quite nicely, with me putting my load into Wendy's womb
just as Michelle was summarizing and wrapping up the meeting.
Unfortunately, after the meeting I got a complaint from Michelle. She
said that, while she didn't mind the blowjob, she thought fucking on the
conference table was disruptive in a meeting, and that she'd prefer I not
do it in the future. I meekly accepted the rebuke and promised to behave.
When I returned to my office, though, I called Wendy in to thank her.
Offering me a fuck in the meeting was, I felt, a very thoughtful act on her
part, even if it did get me in trouble with the boss.
Wendy smiled with pleasure. "Oh, you're welcome, Mr. Mallory," she
said with her bright smile. "It's always a pleasure to have you fucking
me."
Her smile dimmed just slightly then (it could never entirely disappear).
"But, Mr. Mallory, if you're pleased with my performance, I have a
question: I've been wondering when you're going to make me pregnant."
It was true that Wendy had asked me to knock her up several months
previous, and had repeated the request a few times. I had never quite
promised to do so, but neither had I said I wouldn't.
I looked at Wendy for a few moments while I thought about the situation.
On the one hand, I thought, Wendy had been as loyal and dependable as it
was possible for any person to be. She was unfailingly pleasant, loving,
and caring.
On the other hand, she was dumb as a rutabaga. She was also so sex
obsessed that . . . well, that she made me look chaste. She had, after
all, said that one reason for having a kid was because she thought nursing
would be sexy - especially nursing and fucking at the same time. Would
making Wendy pregnant be fair to the baby?
On the third hand, there was probably a Reward-way around any problems.
But on the fourth hand . . . .
I looked at Wendy, who wanted a baby so badly, and figured, what the
hell, one of my other wives could watch over her and make sure she doesn't
screw up the kid-raising too badly.
Which led to the idea of marrying Wendy. I presumed she'd probably find
marital sex the one kink she hadn't tried, and plural marriage even
kinkier. I suggested the idea and got an enthusiastic response (actually
what I got was an enthusiastic blowjob). Then I called Sharon and told her
I was bringing home another wife.
When we got home, Sharon and Cassie greeted us enthusiastically, and
welcomed Wendy as their new sister-wife. Elizabeth was more withdrawn, and
Sharon told me she was very hurt, having expected to be my next wife. I
resolved to talk to her as soon as I could figure out what to say. How do
you tell an eleven-year-old girl that you don't think she's quite ready for
marriage? Especially when you're married to her pregnant fourteen-year-old
sister?
After some discussion we decided to have the ceremony the next day - I
left it to Reward to make the arrangement. I was amused that Sharon made
Wendy sleep in the spare bedroom that night, whispering to me that it would
set a bad example for the girls if I openly slept with her before marriage.
I had married Sharon in a beautiful, traditional Protestant ceremony,
and later had it sealed at the Mormon Temple. Cassie and I had also been
married at the Temple. For Wendy, Reward and I decided to transfer the
fundamentalist Mormon beliefs on marriage over to a new religion, which we
called the Church of the Sacred Penis, of which I was Archbishop and Head
Penis.
The ceremony consisted of the guests (Sharon, Cassie, Elizabeth, and
Valerie Lee) gathering in the living room to witness Wendy getting down on
her knees in front of me, lovingly removing the white robe I wore, taking
my cock in both hands and kissing it before saying, "I pledge to worship
and serve this sacred penis in every way, to love it and please it, and to
welcome it into every part of my body, so help me god."
At which point I placed my hand on her head and said, "I consecrate you
and accept you as my wife and as a worthy receptacle for my penis. I
pledge to fuck you frequently and to fill your belly with children. You
may now suck the sacred penis."
Wendy had of course sucked the sacred penis many times, always quite
satisfactorily, but this time, as her Wedding Suck, she really took the art
to a new level. She sucked, licked, stroked, and fondled everything in the
vicinity of my crotch. She licked up the inside of my thighs before
sucking my balls, then licked the length of my cock, up and down, several
times. Finally, she tickled the head of my cock, then slowly, starting
with just the head, sucked almost the full length of it into her mouth.
Then slowly she sucked it in and out with her tongue swirling around and
around the head and her hands tenderly cupping my balls and giving them the
lightest of massages. On and on the excruciatingly wonderful blowjob went,
as Wendy built up more and more suction and pistoned her lips up and down
the shaft faster and faster.
Her hands crept around my legs and tickled up the back of my thighs,
pulling open my ass so she could wriggle her finger into the little hole.
Then, as her finger was deep inside my rectum and wiggling about
delightfully, she increased the suction further, and pulled all of my cock
deep into her. I grabbed the back of her head, thrust powerfully down her
throat, and shot into her.
I held her tight against my belly as the final spasms died away and she
sucked out every drop. At last then I released her and she lay on the
floor, opening her robe and spreading her legs, saying, "Come on, Tom, give
me my baby."
I've told you several times that Wendy was a beautiful woman, but never
did she look more delightful than at that moment, her tits pointing proudly
up at the ceiling, her legs wide, her pussy carefully trimmed. I paused
only long enough to enjoy the view before dropping to the floor over her
and sticking the sacred penis into her hot little hole.
Wendy, as always, was thoroughly wet, and my cock slid into her easily,
the slick walls of her tight vagina welcoming the invader and gripping it,
yielding it only reluctantly when I pulled back.
Having just been sated in her mouth, the sacred penis was in no hurry
with Wendy's pussy, and I drove it into her slowly and deeply, pulling it
out to its full length before pushing it back in, grinding my groin against
her to seat it deep inside before repeating the cycle.
Wendy gasped with pleasure as she received the long, slow first fuck of
her marriage, the fuck that would put a child inside her. She nibbled at
my ear, breathing soft words of love and encouragement.
Her arms held me loosely, her were legs splayed out wide, allowing me
the freedom to fuck her as I pleased, though I knew soon they would wrap
around me to stress the urgency of her need. For now, though, she was
content to feel me stroking her, stroking her, touching deep inside her and
then pulling out, almost escaping, then returning to touch her womb.
I raised my head to look down on her, her face blissful, her eyelids
drooping with pleasure. After a moment she opened her eyes and looked up
at me, smiling, and thanked me for the fuck. "It's so good," she said.
"I'd like to just be fucked like this forever."
Forever lasted only another moment or two, because then the rhythm of
her hips changed and she whispered the single word, "Now," then again,
"Now, please," and finally an urgently shouted demand, "Fuck me now!"
Each time she spoke, I stepped up the pace and power of my thrusts, each
increase being met with a response from Wendy's hips. In a moment we were
slamming our hips at each other with total abandon. Writhing with her on
the carpet, I pounded down into her, thrusting with every ounce of
strength, as though I were trying to slam my cock straight through her.
She pushed her hips back up at me with equal ferocity, squeaking and
grunting with the exertion.
When we could go on no longer, when it seemed as though we would both
explode if there were no release, we exploded. Wendy yelped, hitting a
short, impossibly high note, and went stiff, her legs wrapping tight around
me, trapping my cock deep inside her and her entire body went into
contractions. Her vagina squeezed hard against my cock, demanding my
sperm, and got it - long spurts that seemed to go on forever, filling
Wendy's womb and planting a life there.
Wendy held me tight for a long time, as though she wanted to hold the
sperm in her womb. It wasn't a bad idea, because when I pulled out, a
veritable flood spilled out on the carpet.
Then I reminded our wedding guests that in our church it was a
requirement of the wedding ceremony that the husband complete the Blessed
Trifecta on his new wife - so Wendy rolled over compliantly, stretched her
long, shapely legs wide, and pulled apart her ass cheeks. A few moments
later, I delivered another load of sperm into her, and we were officially
married, our guests pelting us with rice as we lay exhausted on the floor.
If you've ever attended a wedding in the Church of the Sacred Penis you
know that the triple fuck of the ceremony is only the start - the wedding
party afterwards features the groom fucking all the guests, and the guests
fucking and sucking and licking and etcetera-ing each other.
This wedding party followed the traditional format, with Sharon, as
senior wife, getting down on hands and knees and waiting for me so I could
do her doggy-style, as soon as I had recovered enough from my Wendython.
As soon as I was functional, I gave Sharon a good hard poke and then lay
down to rest again, but immediately after Sharon had cleaned off my cock,
Cassie was climbing on to ride me to an orgasm. I delighted in her little
belly, just barely protruding, and her lovely swelling breasts, which I
cupped and squeezed as she raised and lowered herself on the sacred penis.
As she rode me I switched some of my hands' attention away from her breasts
so I could stroke her belly. I noticed also that Val was eyeing Cassie
hungrily.
Her interest was confirmed when I had shot into Cassie. When she
crawled off me and turned to clean my cock, Wendy stopped her. "I want Tom
to fuck me with your juices still on his cock," she said seductively, "and
I want to lick his juices out of you."
With that she kissed Cassie deeply, then pushed her onto her back,
spreading the young girl's thighs wide and poking her tongue into the
sopping pussy spread open before her. Meanwhile she wiggled her ass,
turning away from Cassie's cunt only long enough to say, "Buttfuck me."
This was a considerable concession - Val had up to this point not
allowed anal sex - and I wondered what the reason was. There was too much
going on, though, to spend much time wondering about anything, and I was
too eager to take advantage of the opportunity. Val, who was tiny (barely
five feet, she was actually a bit shorter than the fourteen-year-old girl
who's pussy she was currently devouring), had a beautifully rounded ass.
Despite her size, everything was there that was present on any woman, and
in perfect proportion.
Her position, crouched over Cassie, opened her ass cheeks somewhat, and
I looked down on the little closed hole. Although Reward lubed it
generously for me, still it was so small and tight that it was a struggle
to get a finger in. As it slowly worked its way in, though, Val began to
wiggle her ass some more, and I could hear muffled noises from the
direction of Cassie's pussy. I could also hear louder noises coming from
Cassie, and still others from elsewhere in the room, where Sharon had
enlisted Wendy's help in assuaging Elizabeth's hurt feelings by giving the
little girl a combination cunt/ass-licking. This was, as far as I knew,
Wendy's first excursion into pedophilia, and she appeared to be taking to
it as enthusiastically as she had to every other form of sex. Little Bit
was loving it too, of course.
And I was loving Valley's butthole, once I managed to get in it. It
took a while, but it was well worth the effort - there's nothing as tight
as a really tight ass, and Valley's was one of the tightest ever.
This was a situation that cried out for taking our time. Not only was
there a question of hurting Val (though Reward could take care of that),
but also I wanted to savor this moment. To say nothing of the fact that
this was my sixth fuck in a row, and even I have moments when I slow down a
bit. And I knew Valley wouldn't object to taking our time - if for no
other reason than that she was so enjoying Cassie's cunt.
After a moment, Val looked back at me appreciatively. "That's good,"
she said, "it doesn't hurt like I thought it would." I leaned over to kiss
her (and cop a feel of her tiny, round tit). Then we both returned to
business.
For a long time I just very slowly stroked in and out of Valley's little
asshole, using the entire length of my cock, and pausing frequently at each
end of the stroke - to enjoy the pressure of her anal ring on the head of
my cock, and then to enjoy the feeling of having the cock buried deep, deep
in her bowels.
I was simultaneously enjoying watching Cassie's reactions to Val's
tongue. The girl was a lovely sight, lying back, her pretty face
alternately tensed with concentration on her pleasure, and relaxed in
bliss. Cassie's tits stood straight out with the arrogance of youth (and
the swelling of pregnancy), topped by pink nipples that were as erect as
I've ever seen them. And of course there was that lovely belly, at the
bottom of which was Valley's head, digging deep into her pussy.
Gradually I stepped up the pace, beginning to push just a little harder
into Val's tight little butt. She responded, pushing back at me, and also
by stepping up the pressure on Cassie's pussy.
Finally, as my strokes became more insistent, Valley gave way under the
bombardment, and collapsed to the floor. I pulled her legs apart to give
myself more room and then lowered myself on top of her, reaching around her
chest to clutch her to me and to squeeze her hard little breasts. Valley
responded by diving still deeper into Cassie's pussy, and Cassie by
throwing her legs into the air and howling with lust.
Cassie's orgasm set off a chain reaction. I slammed a couple more times
into Valley's butt and then filled her bowels with sperm. She tightened
and then seemed almost to faint, every part of her body totally relaxed,
her face buried in Cassie's cunt.
The thought struck me that she might suffocate, but apparently not. As
I pulled my cock out of her still resisting ass, she raised up, her face
twisted in a silly grin and covered from eyes to chin in Cassie-goo.
"Jeez," she breathed, "that was sooo good." It looked like Cassie agreed,
as Valley lay down next to her and pulled her close, cradling the young
girl's head on her shoulder.
They could relax, but I wasn't to be given that option. As I sat back
to rest, Sharon called my attention to the other side of the room, where
she was working on Little Bit, who was going for her third orgasm. Wendy
was now straddling the 11yo's head and getting what appeared to be a
satisfactory licking.
My refusal to marry Elizabeth had been a bone of low-level contention
between Sharon and me for some time, so I responded quickly when she
signaled me to come over. I didn't want more trouble. "I know you won't
fuck her," she said with a look that said that my reasoning was
incomprehensible, but she didn't want to argue at the moment, "but at least
you can let her give you a blowjob."
This was delivered with a look that said that if I didn't accept what
she saw as a reasonable compromise, there definitely would be an argument.
I complied and tapped Wendy on the shoulder to indicate that I was
cutting in on this tongue-dance. Wendy willingly moved aside and moved to
the other end of the daisy chain, getting under Sharon to lick her pussy. I
straddled Elizabeth, looking down into her sweet, innocent face as she
grabbed my cock and pulled it into her mouth.
This was my first sex with Little Bit (at least since the night I had
spent with her clone almost a year and a half previous). Though her
blowjob was of course totally inept, and her mouth too small to take me in
fully, she more than made up for it with enthusiasm - to say nothing of the
visual pleasure of watching her cute face stretch open to take in my cock.
It took only a few minutes of her tongue tickling the head of my cock
before I grabbed her head and began stroking - very, very softly - into her
mouth. I moved forward only an inch or so, but it was enough, and after
only a few strokes I came into the young girl's mouth.
Little Bit wasn't prepared for what she got, and gagged and coughed with
surprise. Sharon quickly jumped up as I pulled my cock out of her
daughter's mouth. She soothed the little girl, then had her lick the sperm
that had spilled out on her chin. "See how good it tastes?" Sharon asked,
getting an enthusiastic nod from the girl. "Now lick the rest off Daddy's
cock," she went on. Again my cock was teased with those little kitten
licks. I knew Sharon was turning up the pressure on me - and she was doing
it very well.
But while I was somewhat prepared for Sharon to pitch marriage to
Elizabeth again (and Elizabeth had worn down considerably my will to
resist), the next marriage proposal came from an entirely unexpected
direction.
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