Glory Road - Michael ch-2
The main entry to the Johnson Building was, as I expected, a shiny, glassed-in affair. There weren't many people standing about in fact the only ones that I could see were two very pretty young women behind the center counter and a line of small boys sitting on a bench to the left of this counter.
One of the young women looked at me and asked,
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes there is. My name is Michael Carlisle and I have an appointment with Mr. Johnson."
"Excuse me for asking, but have you been here before?"
"No. Why is that relevant?"
""If you had been here prior to this visit, there would be a release document on file under your name, but I don't see any such document on file." She was busily pounding upon her computer's keys as she said this. "I guess you will just have to sign our visitor's contract before I can allow you to go up to see Mr. Johnson."
Frankly, I thought this was one of the most stupid things I had ever heard of. Here I was, about to become one of the executives in this company and I couldn't get beyond the first floor. I started to sign the form that she had placed on the counter and then my sense of caution warned me that I should first read what I was agreeing to. It was a standard privacy agreement only the privacy was that of the company. It read,
"Under no conditions are you to relate, publish, describe or otherwise reveal any of the private occurrences, sights or remarks that you may become privy to during your visit to Johnson and Company under threat of becoming a party at law."
Now that caused me to stop and think. Just what were these people trying to hide? After thinking this situation over, I went ahead and signed the damn thing. The young woman was obviously very relieved.
The mention of Johnson's name and my accompanying signature on this absurd document galvanized her and the other young woman into immediate action. She turned to the line of young boys - all of whom had risen upon hearing the Johnson name - and said,
"Joshua, take Mr. Carlisle to the Executive elevator!"
The boy shot off as though he had been shot from a cannon. He led me past a huge bank of what were obviously elevators to a small, rather decorative door. He pressed an unseen button and the door slid open. He gestured for me to enter the elevator car, but he did not follow me. There was an obvious question on my face as I turned to look at him.
"No, sir! We are not permitted to go to that floor! "
When I hesitated, he reached around the edge of the door and pushed a portion of the decorative design that was inlaid in the wood work. The car door closed almost before he could get his arm out of the way and I was immediately zooming upwards. When the car stopped, the door slid noiselessly open and I was facing a small rather severely decorated office. There were just two seats for visitors and one desk. That desk was positioned with its back to the single, very large window. There were no flowers or pictures of any kind to interrupt the severity of the office décor. Standing behind the desk was a middle-aged woman and she provided me with the first of many startling surprises.
The desk was unusually low so that its top only reached to about halfway up her thighs. The surprise was that this woman - as formal as you could ever imagine - was nude from her belly button down! A smooth, rosy looking Mons Venus peaked at me over the desk top! Her genital area looked like that of a very young girl! I was entranced by the sight. When I finally had regained my composure, I looked up to see her smiling at me.
"You will find that Mr. Johnson runs a very informal ship. Please come this way."
She led me to yet another door that would ordinarily be rather difficult to locate for it, too, was incorporated into the wall décor. For a woman of her age, she had one of the tightest asses I have ever seen! As she opened the door she stood there with her back facing me. I couldn't resist the temptation so with one finger of my right hand, I touched her puckered hole. Almost immediately, she began quivering and I detected a slight backwards pressure against my finger tip. My finger entered her hole to a distance of perhaps a finger nail's length. Just this brief penetration had obviously excited this woman hugely.
"You will not encounter any resistance, sir. I am a Jesse No. 20!" She shuddered, shrugged her shoulders and, as I entered the door, she announced me.
"Mr. Carlisle, sir."
Unlike the outer office, this office was richly decorated. There were no windows and I was soon to learn why they had been disregarded. Pictures adorned every wall and I was terribly surprised to note that every picture contained some form of sexual activity between Mr. Johnson and other individuals - both men and women!
I just happened to notice that one of the pictures was of Johnson and the very secretary who had just admitted me to this bizarre office. In the photo, Johnson was standing behind her naked ass with his penis definitely in her and both Johnson and the secretary were looking at the camera with what could only be described as a delighted expression on their faces.
Reluctantly, I turned my attention back to the rest of the office. There was a huge desk, two small coffee-sized tables and three or four chairs that were very richly upholstered. My sudden and unexpected exposure to the rich working conditions in this office did not prepare me for my first view of the CEO of the Johnson Conglomerate.
He was about my height and he was wearing a very expensive suit coat and tie. There was a short apron-like thing that covered the front of his trousers and, as he moved over to shake my hand, this apron slid to one side revealing a rather massive male penis! I could only stare in sheer disbelief. My confusion was further compounded by the secretary's next remark.
"Sir, will you be wanting tea or shall I take a position on the table?"
"Yes Lucille tea please!"
The secretary turned and disappeared through the very door I had come through all the while wriggling that very desirable ass! The two of us, Johnson and I, just stood there saying nothing and eyeing one another for there was literally no time for conversation before Lucille returned. She was only gone for a very few seconds before returning with a tray and three cups of steaming tea.
That tea had a distinctive aroma and, after I tasted it, I discovered that it also had a rather distinctive taste. I liked it as soon as I had tasted it.
While Johnson and I sipped our tea - Lucille had left hers on the tray on the edge of Johnson's desk - she looked to him and he merely nodded. Without any further comments, she pulled out what had to be some kind of foot rests - one on either side of one of the coffee tables - and then she lay down upon that table, positioned her feet upon the rests and spread her legs to their maximum. I was gifted with an unobstructed view into the very interior of her pinkish cunt. It was shaved absolutely clean and this gave it the look of a young adolescent cunt. Above the waist, this female may have been a middle-aged woman, but below the waist, she was just a very young girl! In anticipation of what was obviously going to happen, her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling with each breath. I looked at Mr. Johnson with the obvious question in my eyes.
"That's all right Mr. Carlisle. You will become accustomed to the very sexually relaxed and informal manner in which we work. By the way, I think an old joke is in order: Since I have shown you mine; shouldn't you show me yours?"
I smiled rather weakly for he was apparently asking me to expose my penis! So, why wasn't I shocked? There was an awkward silence while I considered what I was going to do. Then, after looking again at the open cunt of the reclining secretary and reaching a decision, I undid my belt, unzipped my fly and let my trousers slide down to the floor. Johnson's finger indicated that my shorts should also be dispensed with so I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slowly pushed them down on top of my trousers. I shook my feet until both my trousers and my shorts were clear of my shoes. Johnson was standing there with a snide smile upon his face. It was then that I realized that he had won our first encounter.
The spread secretary just gasped when she saw the size of my penis.
"Well Mr. Carlisle - or would Mike be more appropriate?" I nodded and he continued. "The choice is yours. You may either fuck Lucille first or we can discuss some of your questions about working here and then you may fuck her at your will."
I needed some time to get myself back on an even keel so I said, "Let's talk over the routine working conditions."
"Fine. You should have no difficulty with your responsibilities as Chief Financial Officer. After all, our operations are not that much different than those you have been working under in your bank. Perhaps this is a good time for me to tell you, frankly, that we really didn't want your bank or all of the other baggage that went with it. We wanted you. As you are well aware, yours was the only unit in that entire corporation to maintain itself during the recent financial crisis and return a profit to the parent corporation. You may gather that your decision to join Johnson was well received." I nodded. "Once you join us, your office will be on the floor below this one. Naturally, you will also be provided with an efficient secretary.
You will find that we are extremely relaxed in our working conditions and, as such, my door will always be open to you.
I am going to assume that this brief informative discussion answers most, if not all, of your business questions." Once more, I nodded. "Very good. Now I think you should be acquainted with just what sort of group you are going to be working for. First, if I may, a little history.
My great grandfather founded the company over two hundred years ago. He was an immigrant and he did the only thing he knew to do. He became an itinerant peddler. He managed to accumulate enough money to buy a pair of mules and a wagon and he drove around peddling whatever goodies he could get. Those two mules were named, `Jesse and Abner'."
I immediately gasped because I had recalled Lucille's remark about being a, `Jesse No. 20'!
"Uh, sir. Your secretary.."
"You should address her as, "Lucile' since before we end this meeting you will have the opportunity of becoming intimate with her. That is a company-wide measurement standard that every employee is required to undergo. Even myself. Being measured will be one of your, `settling in' chores. I will give you a more extensive description of that measurement later, but, for the time being, let's just say that it is a measure of the depth to which she can take a penis without any difficulty.
The depth is measured in Centimeters so Lucile can take a penis that is no longer than eight inches. Every female who works for us has been measured in this way and that measurement is recorded in a great huge file that our accounting office maintains. That each and every female in the company has been so measured should not lead you to think that every female is ...well...profligate in their personal relations. Sex among our employees is still a very personal thing. However, there are occasions when knowing how much penis a female can take is very important. I shall explain this later. We are in the act of measuring your wife's capacity as we speak.
All of the men in my family are horny bastards and that includes me and my great grandfather was really a cocks man. As you may gather, the life he led was often a lonely excursion into areas hitherto unknown so - to put it frankly - finding sexual partners was not easy. Couple this with the fact that we all share a certain trait, namely, we are, by most standards, unusually well-endowed in the penis area. As you can see, I am not exactly small. I am an Abner No. 24/21!"
I did the math and came to the conclusion that his penis was at least ten inches long and something approximately nine inches in girth! While I was doing my computations, he was continuing,
"Perhaps it was a practice that my relative had brought with him from the old country - I don't really know - but he developed a taste for beastly sex. Whenever the need was upon him, he would fuck the daylights out of Jesse!
Even after he finally bought and started a business, people often remarked upon how much he cared for his two animals as evidenced by the number of visits he made to the barn. He was more or less forced into this arrangement for most of the human females he attempted to fuck could not accept a penis as large as his and, especially at that time, they were definitely against any type of sodomistic activity. This was one characteristic that was common to female mules - they could take a very large and long cock.
During one of his buying tips, he encountered a family of Cajuns who had a daughter who showed little propensity for getting married. She was huge in stature and not very pretty in the face. As grandfather discovered, her true desirable traits were hidden by her long dresses and these traits were not revealed until my grandfather came along. How it happened is lost in antiquity, but one day, grandfather and this Cajun girl decided to have a go at barnyard sex. Imagine grandfather's surprise when his penis slid all the way up into her belly without any objections on her part and no pain on his part. They were destined to be together and they were married within just a few days.
Apparently, grandfather decided that he should treat this wondrous find as though it were a normal, sexually limited, human female and he did. The impact of this decision was that their sexual bouts mirrored those of a normal human couple and, over time, he was limited to no more than one bout per week. Unfortunately, grandfather could not stand to be limited in this way so he kept on with his visits to Jesse, the mule.
I can't begin to guess what his reaction was when he went to the barn one day intending to get a little mule cunt only to find his wife on her hands and knees under Abner! In both their minds, this indicated that they were not only of the right size, but of the right inclination as well. For the remainder of their married life, their personal forays into human sex dwindled and then died altogether - however - they spent a lot of joint time in the barn with their mules.
So, when conditions were such that we needed to determine cunt sizes, we employed the two terms, `Jesse and Abner' for our employees."
Just then, his phone rang. "Yes? Oh, good. How does she measure? Are you sure? She will be a perfect companion for you know who. I haven't told him as yet, but I will as soon as I hang up. Tell Janice that this is very good news. See you later.
That was Mary, my wife. They have completed the measuring of your wife and she is a Jesse No.24/20. That means your wife can take a penis ten inches long and nearly nine inches in girth. I think that would be most interesting since she undoubtedly will stretch just enough to take my cock!"
For some obscure reason, this seemed to make him very pleased. While I, on the other hand, was somewhat dismayed by this bald statement about Johnson fucking my Carol! Considering the dimensions he had so eloquently mentioned, it made me think of Carol as someone who could fuck a horse!
Johnson asked Lucille to get us more tea and, while she was gone, he continued his oration on company operating standards.
"I haven't illuminated why this company in particular needs a classification system such as, `Jesse and Abner. As the company grew, it was decided to move the corporate headquarters here to the District of Columbia. Business -wise that proved to be a very wise decision. However, the company gradually became involved in another facet of government social life.
Mike, when a foreign potentate or government official comes to Washington, there arises the question of what to do with him after all of the government meetings and talks are over. In the case of ruling personages, they are entertained at a White House dinner. And these dinners end before a lot of these people are ready to call it a day. In other words, I am about to broach the subject of nightly entertainment.
Now, obviously, the President and First Lady can't provide the sort of entertainment that a lot of these visitors might like. So, years ago, it became apparent that there was a niche that could only be filled by some very wealthy and socially important people. In brief, we provide escorts for visiting VIPs. Now a lot of these VIPs have ... ahem....rather unusual tastes plus, in many cases, there is an element of revenge or getting one's own back. After all, pushing a huge black cock into the tight cunt of an American Caucasian woman does give one a sense of power.
When such visits occur Mary and I will `entertain' the bigwigs. That still leaves those below this bigwig level. You and your wife will be responsible for entertaining these people. Bear in mind that the sexual hunger of a lot of these people is decidedly different from what we might consider as, `normal'. This is why we must have some idea of a female's, `size'. Women sent out to entertain these people must be prepared for normal sex with men who are extremely large proportioned, anal sex with such men, and quite possibly, sex with beasts.
One difficulty we faced concerned the libido of our entertainers. Most of today's society has constructed a wall about their libido in order to keep their sexual desires, `under control'. We need people who no longer have this wall so it is desirable for us to select a certain kind of person and then demolish that wall. Carol's wall is being demolished as we speak and your wall will crumble very soon."
He nodded to Lucille and she once more spread herself on that little table. This was the obvious sign that the time for fucking Lucille was at hand. By this time, that insidious tea had boosted my desire up to a point where I could not restrain myself. As she did so, she whispered to me, "Which do you prefer? Front or back?" Before I could answer, Johnson spoke up and gave me my instructions.
"You will lick Lucille's Glory Road from her navel to her anus. Then you will tongue her anus and, upon my signal, you will prepare to fuck her. I shall guide and lead the fucking regimen."
I know it sounds unreal, but, somehow, I felt that I had to accede to his commands. Years before, as a young boy, I had been told by my father about this so-called, `Glory Road' so I knew what was being asked of me and I was ready! Believe me, I was ready! Lucille was on her back so I slid onto the floor, looked into her eyes and then pushed my tongue into her navel. I was surprised when I discovered that she had somehow filled her navel with some sort of liquid. It caused a tingling sensation to my tongue and caused me to lap up more and more of this liquid.
At some point, Lucille put her hands on either side of my head and began pushing my face and my tongue downward towards her genitals. Her clit was almost the size of the end of my thumb and I sucked upon it as if it were one of her nipples. She had begun the tell-tale wiggling of an aroused female.
She pushed my face further down along her cunt lips and then she pulled them completely open. I tongued her inner cunt surfaces and rolled my face around in her juicy discharges. She had drawn her legs back to where her knees were flush against her chest. This put her anus in a, `ready' position. I watched that hole open and close for some seconds as it seemed to beckon me to push my tongue into it. I drove my tongue as deeply into her ass as my physical limitations would allow. By this time, her legs were pointing at the ceiling and she had used both of her hands to pull her buttocks open for me. The invitation could not be disregarded and I quickly rose to my knees and began aligning my cock head with her ass hole.
Suddenly, Johnson grabbed my buttocks and, with a vicious twist, opened me to his onslaught. I felt his cock head touch my puckered hole and I braced myself for what I thought was going to happen. It didn't!
Instead, Johnson began slowly and forcefully pushing my hips forward in the direction of Lucille's open ass. I watched as my penis head first met and then parted that puckered ring surrounding her ass hole. From my brief experience with this form of sex, I expected a resistance when my penis met her sphincter. This, too, didn't happen. Johnson just continued to push my penis deeper and deeper into Lucille's ass until my own crotch would not let me go any further.
I thought it was time for me to begin the standard in-and-out pumping motion, but Johnson would not have any of that. He held me still- embedded in Lucille's ass - before beginning anything more. Then it was my turn. I felt his penis head touch my own hole and I instinctively began hunching up my hips in a stupid move to avoid being fucked in the ass! It didn't work!
I felt his cock head push the edges of my puckered hole aside as though they didn't really exist and then I felt his cock head sliding into me! I could only wonder, "Why wasn't it hurting me?" But all I knew was that he got deeper and deeper inside of my ass until he, too, could go no deeper. The three of us hung together like that for several seconds and then Johnson renewed the fucking of all of us.
He pulled backwards on my hips and, in so doing, he gradually withdrew my cock from Lucille's ass. I expected him to stop before I was completely outside her ass , but he didn't! He pulled my cock all the way out of her! Then he began withdrawing his cock from my ass.
I Thought, "Surely this is not the end? This can't be all that we are to do since none of us has yet had an orgasm?" I was correct. It was not the end. Once my cock was free of Lucille's ass and Johnson's cock was out of my ass, he began pushing my hips down towards Lucille again and I watched as my cock once again disappeared inside of her ass hole. As soon as I had reached the limit of my travel, Johnson resumed fucking me so that, after four or five minutes, we three were once more a single sexual unit.
I had no idea just how long this man intended to fuck both of us in this way, but it seemed to go on forever. I felt the tell-tale tingle begin in my balls that signified the onset of my orgasm, but, if he felt anything, he didn't change his rate of entering our bodies and then leaving them. When my orgasm exploded - and it did explode - I was further shocked when it didn't begin to wane. Instead it continued to roll through nearly every nook and cranny of my body.
Johnson leaned down over me and said, "Now Mike you are a lecher! You are ready to fuck your wife, your daughter even your son and your dog, if you have one. Your libido is free of all constraints."
My balls had been emptied and I knew that I was not prepared to fuck Lucille any more so I slowly and agonizingly got up from where I had fallen onto the floor.
Lucille smiled at me and told me, "Your company car will pick you up at the east exit to the underground garage. There is no need to put your clothing back on for the elevator will take you all the way to the garage." Then she whispered once more, "Please do come again!"
I took Lucille's advice and went to the garage naked from the waist down. True enough, a very pretty woman in a chauffeur's uniform was waiting for me when the elevator door opened. When she saw that I was half-naked, she made no mention of it and all she did was to gesture with her hand in the direction of the car. Her attitude changed as we prepared to get into the car.
"Would you prefer to ride up front with me or in the back alone?"
I didn't say anything. I merely went to the passenger door and got into the front seat. She was giggling as she crawled into the driver's seat. She had my cock in her right hand before we had even cleared our parking lot.
That girl was really athletic. Somehow, she managed to get damn near horizontal in that car seat so I was able to put not just my fingers but my whole hand into her warm, moist cunt. She did pull into a shopping mall parking lot when her orgasm hit her. Afterwards, she leaned over and took my cock into her mouth. She was a master at sucking cock and in a matter of a very few minutes, she had me spurting my semen once more.
I thanked her for the ride home when she dropped me at the side entrance to the motel. Fortunately, the service elevator was standing there ready for use so I used it.
When I opened the door to our room, I was greeted by the sight of my wife, dressed in nothing but thigh high hosiery and high-heeled shoes. I had been certain that my orgasms for this day were over. After all, three in one day was well beyond my standard output. But, as I stood there staring at Carol's nakedness, I felt my cock reacting.
When she turned and presented her butt to me, I couldn't resist. I was no longer the staid, reserved male I had been. Now I was a lecher who fucked whenever he could and whomever he could get his hands upon! I knelt behind her and pressed my lips against her ass.
"Oh Mike!" was all that she said. And she was quiet as I licked her ass hole and watched her excitement treble in strength. I alternated between her ass hole and her cunt. She was all but jumping out of her skin with desire. Then, as I put my cock head against her ass hole, she repeated, "Oh Mike! Have me! I am your cunt!" and I fucked her ass until we both fell so exhausted neither one of us could go any longer.