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Carole's Dilemma

By: jack_straw



"Excuse me? You want me to what?"

Carole Banning was stunned, and she wasn't sure she'd heard quite right.

"Did you just tell me to strip?" she asked, incredulously.

Her mind was awhirl at what she'd been bombarded with in the past five minutes, since she'd been asked to accompany her boss, Leon, up the elevator to the big office, where the Brothers, the twins who were joint presidents of the brokerage firm Carole worked for, ran their lucrative business.

Bourne and Bourne was the most successful company of its type in the mid-sized Southern city where Carole had lived her entire adult life. With the economy the way it was, Carole had felt fortunate to land her accountant's job with the firm several months earlier, and had thought she was doing a solid, capable job. Obviously, something was amiss. Leon had had something of a smirk on his face, as if he knew what was up, as he accompanied Carole up to see the Brothers, Peter Bourne and Paul Bourne.

It had just been your typical Monday until 9 that morning, when Leon called her on the phone and told her to be ready in five minutes for an "urgent meeting" with the presidents that involved business that concerned her. She was told to bring her purse and any other personal effects she may have brought with her to work that morning.

Until that moment, Carole's life had been pretty mundane. She was 43 years old, married with three kids: a son, Mike, in college, plus a daughter, Christy, and another son, James, in high school. Her husband Mark was a copy editor for the large daily newspaper in their city, and they'd been married for 21 years. They lived quietly in a modest four-bedroom home in a middle-class suburb of their city. The Bannings were just your average American family, nothing more, nothing less.

Carole was average-sized, about 5-6, with face that had classic features – open and pretty, without being overwhelming – with sparkling, perfectly-spaced brown eyes, a small, narrow nose and lips that were rich without being full, all topped by a mane of dark brown hair that fell straight about her shoulders and was cut in loose bangs in front. Her frame was slender, but three children and the passing of years had put just the right amount of padding on her hips and breasts. Indeed, time had been generous to Carole, maturing her face and body in just the right way to make her appealing. She had a friendly nature, but she wasn't a particularly forward person, although she did enjoying partying on a moderate basis. She had followed a fairly predictable path her entire life, with some slight detours. She'd gone to college, where she'd met Mark during her junior year, and they had married less than a year after graduating.

As they rode the elevator in silence, Carole could not fathom why she was being called to the big office. One didn't get summoned to the big office just to chitchat with the Brothers. She'd been punctual, delivered her work on time, tried to socialize with her co-workers and had been a good citizen. Her early performance reviews had been good and she was finally starting to get comfortable with the company and its procedures after a hectic first few months on the job. She was truly grateful to have landed the position, and at the salary she was receiving. It was a considerable increase over any of her previous jobs, and it came just in the nick of time, with the sharp increase in expenditures her family had experienced due to college and other debts.

Peter and Paul Bourne had always been inseparable, even before birth. The identical twins had prospered on Wall Street with inherited money, and they had used that money to open their own firm together in the city not far from their hometown some 18 years previously. Despite their location, the company's scope was national, even global, and senior partners could expect to amass a considerable portfolio with their accumulated years of service to the company. And the company's top employees were a remarkably loyal bunch, most of whom had been with the firm from the beginning.

The Brothers themselves were in their early-50s, and were impressive looking men. Carole had thought them very elegant, even mysterious, when she'd met them during the interview process, her only previous encounter with the twins. They were tall, about 6-3, and well built, ruggedly handsome with full heads of salt-and-pepper hair.

Leon had ushered Carole to the outer office, and she'd been puzzled as to why the receptionist wasn't on duty. Indeed, the outer office looked as if the Brothers were out of town on business. Leon tapped on the door to the inner office and was told by a voice from within to come in.

"Here she is," said Leon, as he ushered Carole to the center of the room.

"Thanks, that will be all," said the twin sitting to Carole's left at the large two-man desk from which they conducted business. Carole didn't see the long, leering look Leon swept her with before he turned and walked out of the office.

Carole surveyed the office in a moment's notice. It was large and richly proportioned, with a large sofa sitting against one wall and a large bookcase along the opposite wall that included a wide-screen television. As soon as she entered the room, one of the brothers picked up a remote and muted the sound from one of the financial cable networks the TV was showing. The twins were each at the work station at their half of the desk, and there was another man in the room as well, a huge black man wearing a Western-style suit with cowboy boots and a pistol holstered at his hip. He was standing at the right of the large double desk, and all three of them had her fixed with even, soulless looks that unnerved her. 

"Carole, is your compensation package not acceptable?" one of the twins spoke up, the one on the right. "Have we not brought you into our family and made you one of us?"

"W-W-What do you mean?" she answered nervously. They had not offered her a seat, and it was making her very uncomfortable.

"Was it necessary to skim money off the Henderson account?" the other twin said. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," Carole said.

"One hundred and fifty thousand dollars is missing from his account, an account which you handled personally," said the first twin who had spoken; whom she believed was Paul Bourne. "The money was there when it reached our hands – your hands – and now it's gone. I can tell you right now, my dear, that Henderson wants you arrested and charged with grand larceny. He thinks you embezzled that money, and based on this packet of information I received over the weekend from security, I'm inclined to agree."

Carole was speechless. She had never taken a dime that wasn't hers. It had to be a mistake, and she said so. But when they showed her the documents, it sure looked like she'd signed off on a $150,000 shortfall in the Henderson account.

"We can't tolerate thieves in this business," said the other brother, Peter, she thought.

"But I didn't take that money, you have to believe me!" Carole pleaded. "This has to be a mistake. I would never do something like that. Please don't let them arrest me. Please. I need this job. We're not wealthy people, Mr. Bourne, and this will ruin my family. I'll do anything to make it right. Please, you've got to believe me!"

Carole was in tears at the sudden change in her fortunes. Peter looked over at his brother, and they grinned and nodded at each other. She'd said the magic words, and that meant their plan was almost to fruition. The twins never got tired of this savage game, of taking an innocent, married woman, and manipulating her into becoming their company plaything. And the hook, when they snagged their prey for the first time, was their favorite part of all.

Once Carole had come in for her interview, and they'd taken a good look at her, they knew they had their new girl, so they had closed the process and hired her almost on the spot. Then they had spent the intervening months creating the paper trail that had led Carole to this juncture.

Paul looked over at Carole and he didn't bother to conceal the wolfish look he had on his face. He looked her up and down slowly, and Carole shivered from the unmistakable feeling that she was being undressed with his eyes.

"There is a way you can work to pay off what you took from Henderson, and stay out of jail at the same time," Paul said, waving off her renewed protestations.

"How?" Carole finally asked in a weak voice.

"Strip for us," Peter said.

Carole could feel herself getting red from embarrassment and anger as she asked Peter to repeat what he'd said.

"Strip for us," Paul said. "You know, take off your clothes. We want to see if you're worth going out on a limb for."

"I'll do no such thing," Carole replied indignantly. "What makes you think I'm that kind of person? I'm a happily married woman who loves her husband."

Then she turned to storm out of the office, but before she could take two steps, the large black man, who until then had stood by stoically, deftly moved to cut her off. He grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her around, took both her wrists and had her hands cuffed tightly behind her back before she knew what had happened.

"We forgot to introduce you to Ralph here," said Paul. "He's an ex-cop who handles our security. He's very good at his job, and he has instructions to deposit you to the nearest police station on a charge of grand larceny. He'll have all the evidence he needs with him ready to present to a detective we've already contacted. They're very interested in prosecuting white-collar criminals these days. Take her away."

"Wait!" Carole was in terror as Ralph started her out the door. She was in no way ready to go to jail. She couldn't understand what was happening to her, but she knew that unless she did something quickly, she was going to be led through the building in handcuffs, in front of all of her co-workers, and taken to jail. It would be a scandal that would ruin her reputation and possibly bankrupt her family. Thus, right in that one short moment, her life changed forever. She would go along with what they wanted. She didn't have any choice. Hopefully, they just wanted to see her naked, but in her heart she knew what they really wanted. They were going to want sex, and she knew she'd have to give it to them, or face jail. It was the thorniest dilemma a woman could face.

With downcast eyes, she nodded her head, indicating that she'd comply. She said a silent prayer and whispered, "I love you, Mark," to herself, while the cuffs were being removed from her wrists. She stared intently at the twins, and barely heard the door to the office open and close, as Ralph left the room. He'd get his turn some other time.

Carole's heart was fluttering as she removed her jacket, then her long dark business skirt. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned the cream-colored blouse. Her bra was a white lace affair, sexy but functional. She pulled her slip to the floor then she stepped out of her heels and peeled off her pantyhose.

"You'll have to lose those from now on," Paul said.

"Or else cut slits in the crotches," Peter said, and the twins chuckled at that. They were starting to relax in eager anticipation of this day's activities. Carole was a fine piece of woman, and they were going to break her in right. By the end of the day, they knew, she'd be completely theirs to do with as they pleased, for as long as they wanted her.

Carole shivered as the ramifications of their words hit home, and despair filled her soul. But she'd gone this far; there was no backing out now. With a heavy sigh, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, shaking her tits as she pulled the cups away. In spite of her despair and revulsion at what she was doing, Carole couldn't help but notice that her brown-tipped nipples were erect.

"Go on, finish," Peter said. Carole gave the twins a pleading look, but found no sympathy. Defeated, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her silk panties and pushed them over her hips and down her legs. Then she kicked the panties over to the pile of her clothes that sat off to the side on the floor. Carole stood naked in front of the two men, and they whistled in admiration. Carole's body may have put on some padding in a few places, but there was no flab or wrinkles on her. She worked too hard walking mile after mile on the treadmill and on the track three days a week at the Y for there to be any flab on her. On instruction, she did a pirouette, showing them her outthrust breasts, which sat up on her chest without excess sag, her impressive ass and tapered legs.

Carole couldn't believe the conflicting sensations that were washing through her mind and body. On the one hand, she was humiliated beyond words to be blackmailed into stripping for her bosses, but in a surprisingly perverse way, she was finding her predicament was turning her on.

But there was no question she was scared and ashamed at what she was doing in this office. Carole had had a pretty active sex life in college before she'd met Mark, but she'd had no other man since. She and Mark had had a hot, adventurous sex life for about the first half of their marriage, until the kids started growing up, and professional and family matters took on greater importance. Carole and Mark were still very loving and affectionate; a tight-knit couple by all accounts, but their sex life had dwindled to practically nothing over the past few years. That was fine with her, Carole had thought. She had grown into a pretty conservative, proper person over the years. She was the proverbial suburban soccer mom, comfortable in her role as housewife.

But now she suddenly became aware of just how long it had been since she'd had sex, of any sort, and it was making her confused.

"Touch yourself, Carole," Paul said softly, as he and Peter stood up and began to remove their clothes. Carole ran her trembling hands all over her body, down her sides, over her hips and thighs, then back up to her breasts. Instinctively, she cupped her tits with both hands and squeezed the soft flesh. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and she pinched them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, unbidden by her bosses.

"Nice, very nice," said Peter. "Now, play with your pussy."

Carole's eyes lidded shut as she ran her hands up the insides of her thighs. She was shocked when her fingers brushed through her pussy lips to find that she was wet, very wet, and hot. How could this be happening? She didn't want to enjoy this encounter. She wanted to get the humiliation over with and go home to her husband, to the safety of her family, to think of her next move.

But when the Brothers came out from behind the large desk naked and approached the spot where she stood in the center of the office, Carole knew she was in trouble. Quite simply, the twins naked provided a sight that would take a cold woman indeed not to respond to, and Carole had a weakness that she thought she'd buried when she married Mark. During her late high school and early college years, Carole had gotten around pretty good, and had developed an intense physical attraction to large cocks. The bigger they were, the hotter she got, and she spent many a night during college in some stud's dorm room or apartment zooming from orgasm to orgasm while taking on an 8 to 10-inch cock. Mark had changed that. He'd known quite a bit about her active sex life when they'd met – he'd been just as active – and his solid 8 inches, combined with his gentle, funny nature and the memories of her past exploits, had given her all of the pleasure she needed.

Or so she'd thought until that very moment. For standing in front of her were two of the sweetest looking dicks she'd ever seen, perfectly cut slabs of meat that swung from between the legs of two very handsome, muscular men. Carole's eyes glazed slightly and she felt her pussy lurch as she watched their cocks bounce, the tips wet with a copious amount of pre-cum fluid. They were still not quite fully hard and already they were longer and fatter than Mark.

The twins stepped up to Carole and ran their hands all over her body, lightly touching her all over. One twin, Peter, pushed his lips to hers and kissed her hard. She resisted for a moment, but the mouth at hers was insistent, and eventually, the twin's tongue forced its way past her lips. Carole's tongue tentatively reacted at first, but soon the tongues were jousting with each other as the kiss lingered. An involuntary groan escaped her lips as the other twin fixed his lips on one of her nipples and began to lick and suck the brown nub. The other twin soon joined in and together they squeezed and sucked her tits, sending waves of sensation through her body. 

Then Paul put his mouth to hers, while Peter continued to caress her tits with his hands and mouth. This time there was no hesitation on Carole's part. Her tongue had a mind of its own and it reacted with vigor as it dueled with the twin's tongue. Both brothers were blessed with long, active tongues and were considered excellent kissers. As she swayed in the center of the room, Carole unthinkingly dropped her hands to the huge cocks that swung in front of her. She lightly stroked them up and down, and her eyes widened as they stiffened to full hardness under her manipulation.

"I think she likes our dicks; what do you think?" Paul asked his brother as their fingers found her wet pussy lips. They began to finger her cunt and her clit, each one alternating. One brother would circle her clit while the other worked a couple of fingers in Carole's increasingly soupy snatch. 

"Sure feels like it," Peter answered. "I told you I thought she'd be a sucker for a big dick. Speaking of which, I think it's time we test out this whore's oral skills."

Peter's words stung Carole, even through her mounting arousal. She wasn't a whore! She was a desperate woman making the best choice of a difficult dilemma. She was doing what anyone would do. And further, Carole was panicked at the thought of what was coming next. She'd never liked oral sex much. All of the men she'd ever tried it with, even Mark, tended to push into her mouth and throat too far too fast, and she didn't care for the taste and smell of semen, so she'd never swallowed on the few times she'd done it. Mark had long ago given up asking for any kind of blowjob, knowing Carole's feelings.

But the twins' hands on her shoulders were insistent, pushing her to her knees on the plush carpet. She had trouble focusing as the two dicks swayed in front of her face.

"Go on, suck my cock," Paul said, from her left. Carole opened her mouth tentatively and slowly ran her tongue around the head of Paul's dick. To her surprise, it didn't taste all that bad. There was a slight manly aroma emanating from the two men, but overall she found she could tolerate it. Opening her mouth, she slowly inserted the head of Paul's dick past her lips, until it was all in her mouth. Then she sort of half-heartedly began to lick around the head of his dick, trying to get used to it.

Paul abruptly wrenched his cock out of Carole's mouth and out of her grasp.

"God damn it, woman, if you're just going to sit there like a fucking robot, then screw you, I'll call security back in here and have them haul your ass to jail!" Paul wanted to make sure Carole was good and intimidated, to ensure her full, enthusiastic cooperation. "I want to hear you beg to suck my cock, beg to suck my brother's cock, beg to swallow every drop of our cum. Then I want you to suck like you mean it."

Hot tears dropped from Carole's eyes at this outburst, but she looked up at the twins and in a small, squeaky voice, said, "I want to… to…"

"Say it," Peter said impatiently. "Say it like you mean it. Beg to suck our big cocks."

"Please, I want to suck your cock," Carole said in a low voice.


Carole's Dilemma



"I can't hear you. What do you want?" Paul said.

"Please, let me suck your cock and… and… eat your cum," she said, in a little stronger voice.

Satisfied with her response, Paul pressed his cock to Carole's face, rubbed the leaking head all over her cheeks and lips then pushed the head past her lips and into her mouth. Instinctively, she swirled her tongue around the shaft as he slowly pushed into her mouth. He was surprisingly gentle, though, not forcing his cock any further than she could take. She took about half of it before she started to gag, so she concentrated her attention on what she had in her mouth. Paul's pre-cum didn't taste all that bad, she decided. It had sort of a slightly salty, but otherwise neutral, taste.

After working on Paul for a while, Peter took his turn, and slowly eased himself a little further than his brother had been, just nudging the head of his dick past her gullet at the opening of her throat. She sucked Peter like that for a few minutes then went back to Paul, then for quite some time, the twins alternated offering her their cocks. At one point, she pulled Paul out of her mouth and licked the underside of his cock, as she'd seen in the porno tapes she and Mark had watched early in their relationship. She licked Paul's dick like an ice cream cone, then she did the same to Peter.

After awhile, Carole started to relax and get into the rhythm of the act. To her astonishment, she realized that sucking these admittedly beautiful pieces of meat was turning her on. A look of excitement was mixed with the fear and concern on her face as she went from one big cock to the other. She swirled her tongue around the head of each cock as they scudded into her throat. Occasionally, she would gag as one brother or the other would push a little too far, but otherwise she found she was getting comfortable with their cocks in her mouth.

After a fair amount of time, the brothers pulled away and gazed down on their prize. Carole sat back on her haunches, her tits rising and falling with the rapid breathing in her chest. 

"I think it's time we got a good look at that pussy, don't you think?" Peter said. "Why don't you sit back on the sofa, my dear, and show us what you've got. If it's as hot as that mouth of yours, we're in for a treat."

Carole's eyes glistened, still from a sense of humiliation, but also from rising excitement. She sat down on the sofa then laid back and slowly spread her legs. The twins both whistled in excitement as they got their first good look at Carole's cunt. Like everything else about her physical features, it was just right. Her coral nether lips weren't real full, but they were well defined, and they were framed by a moderately thick bush of the same dark brown color as her hair, a bush she kept trimmed back just a bit. 

She ran both hands up the insides of her thighs then parted her pussy lips with both of her middle fingers together. An involuntary gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as her fingers found her wet pussy. She cupped her entire mound with both hands and snaked a middle finger up her juicy slot and around her swollen clit. Another gasp, a moan almost, escaped her lips as she began to finger herself in earnest. She couldn't believe how horny she was! Carole forgot everything else around her and worked on stoking her inner fire to a fever pitch. She used both hands and all of her fingers on her dripping-wet cunt and she felt a haze of lust descend over her body. With a sense of resignation, she surrendered to her passion. Her mind may have been mortified at what she was being made to do here, but her sex-starved body had made its decision, and it was ready for action.

Suddenly, Carole felt her hands being pushed away, replaced by a pair of lips and a tongue. She opened her eyes wide to see one of the twins – Paul, she was pretty sure – bury his face in her crotch and begin to eat her out. Although Carole was no different from most women, in that she didn't mind receiving oral sex, she'd never really taken to it. Mark was OK at it, but she'd grown to dislike the taste of her pussy on his lips when he finished, so that, too, had gradually fallen out of their sexual repertoire. 

But Paul's action in her pussy was reminding her of just how good cunnilingus could be under the operation of a skilled practitioner. And Paul was very skilled with his mouth. The twin used his long tongue to probe her inner walls, then curled the tip around her clit and began to lash the hard bud. Carole threw her head back and groaned loudly, lustfully. All pretence at resistance to the brothers' seduction was gone now. She was now just an animal in heat, open, willing and ready for sex, and she surrendered to the mounting fury of a mindless, all-consuming lust. 

Paul cupped Carole's butt in his hands and covered her pussy from top to bottom with licks, kisses and sucks. Carole slid further and deeper in the sofa as her hips rolled around Paul's face, trying to get his mouth to touch every millimeter of her burning snatch. Her hands gripped the hair on the back of Paul's head as she emitted an incoherent sexual babble.

"Oh God. Oh fuck. Feels… so… good," Carole panted. She could feel a monstrous orgasm building like a volcano in her groin, but before she could peak, Paul pulled his face away, stood up and turned to his brother.

"Man, you've got to try some of that," he said. "It's been a long time since I've had a tastier twat."

Peter grinned as he knelt between Carole's outstretched legs and put his face to her crotch. But instead of plunging right in, he blew lightly on her flaming cunt, which had the same effect as blowing on a hot coal. A spasm of lust rippled up her spine as Peter blew on her pussy, then followed it with light butterfly kisses on her clit.

"Oh my God, p-p-please! God, I'm so close, make me cummmm!" Carole wailed as Peter stepped up the pace of his oral assault. Paul, meanwhile, knelt on the sofa, fisted his dick at the base and pressed the head to Carole's lips. Carole hungrily sucked Paul's cock into her mouth and began to work a good two-thirds of his joystick back and forth in her mouth. Squeals and humming sounds cut loose from Carole's fully stuffed mouth. Paul wrapped his hands in Carole's hair as he closed his eyes tight and fought for control, which was tough, because Carole was going wild under Peter's talented mouth, tongue and fingers. She sucked him deep in her mouth, and into her throat, not caring any more about her gag reflex, then she rubbed his cock frenziedly over her lips and tongue and all over face before plunging it back into her mouth. Over and over she did this as Paul raised his eyes to the ceiling in ecstasy. 

From somewhere deep in her gut, Carole felt the rumblings of a stupendous orgasm begin to build. Her entire body shuddered as waves of pleasure reached a crescendo then exploded out her crotch. Carole pulled the cock out of her mouth and screamed in passion as she had one of the hardest orgasms she'd had in years.

Carole's cunt was still twitching as Peter stood up on wobbly legs and swung Carole's legs around until she was lying full on her back on the sofa. Carole didn't need to be told what to do; she spread her legs open wide and eagerly awaited Peter's cock. But before he fucked her, he needed to give her one more reminder of her station in life. So he teased her with his purple boner, rubbing the head between her lips, slapping her open, drooling sex with his shaft and taunting her vocally.

"Is this what you want? You want my big, hard dick in your hot cunt, don't you, bitch," Peter snarled. "Little Miss Happily-Married is just like all the other whores when they get a hold of a man with a big dick who knows how to use it. Isn't that right, whore?"

Even through the veil of lust that enveloped her, Carole was stung by his words, but at that point all she cared about was getting that prime piece of meat in her pussy.

"Fuck me," she whispered urgently. "Please. You've taken me this far; please, finish me off. Fuck me, Peter, please, fuck me."

That was what Peter had been waiting for, and with a growl, he pushed the head of his dick past Carole's opening and slowly, very slowly, pushed it past her liquid lips. Before he'd even got half of it in, Carole felt another orgasm race through her body. She quivered and quaked as Peter pushed himself all the way, filling her to the brim. In and in and in he pushed until he finally hit bottom. Carole was beyond coherent thought as Peter began to fuck her with short strokes, rutting his tool deep in her box.

Paul stepped up to the sofa and returned his cock to Carole's mouth from the side, and she licked and sucked his meat voraciously, so much so that he had to stop frequently to keep from cumming too soon. Together the twins used Carole like a toy, like an object. There was nothing like love in this three-way coupling, but there was plenty of lust, and Carole found herself wallowing in the feeling of being dirty, of having hot sex without strings or commitment, of having nothing else to worry about but pure mind-numbing pleasure.

Peter steadily increased the pace of his cock in Carole's pussy and was rewarded by an increased pace in Carole's hip motion. She bucked herself upward and rolled herself around and around to get all of Peter's pulsing cock deep in her womb. Paul maneuvered Carole's head to regulate the depth and angle of his cock in her mouth, and she alternately felt her cheeks hollow out as he pulled back and bulge out as he pushed it in. As Peter began to pound himself harder and faster in her cunt, she felt another explosion in her groin as she convulsed around Peter's pistoning penis.

All too soon, Peter felt his balls begin to tingle, so he pulled back, then ripped his dick reluctantly out of Carole's pussy with a wet sucking sound at the same time that Paul extracted his dick from her mouth. A flood of female juice trickled out of Carole's pussy following the departure of Peter's cock, and a trail of cummy spittle followed Paul's cock out of her mouth.

"When we get finished here, I'm going to come back and teach you how to deep throat a cock," Paul said shakily as he positioned himself between Carole's legs. "That's about you need to learn to become a perfect whore."

Then Paul closed his eyes in reverie as he pushed his dick into Carole's pussy and rammed it all the way to the hilt in one long thrust. Carole let out an orgasmic squeal as Paul immediately grabbed her hips and began to fuck her at a hard, but measured pace, and she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him in even deeper. A stream of obscene babble flew from her lips as she rode Paul's magnificent cock.

From above her head, she felt Peter settle in. He clutched his cock at the base and ran the shaft over her nose and open mouth. Carole curled her tongue out of her mouth and licked the shiny shaft, getting a good taste of her pussy juices as she did. Lifting her head up, she gripped Peter's dong with both hands and brought the head to her tongue, which she used to lash the purple, bubbling head. Her whole body was on fire, all thoughts of husband and family long banished, and she opened her mouth and drew Peter's cock into her mouth. She sucked him like that for a few minutes, while Paul continued to stroke her pussy with strong, steady thrusts of his turgid cock.

Peter then fully straddled Carole's head, which he pulled back, so that her mouth was open wide, and pushed his cock forcefully into her mouth and into her throat. She made sloppy, gagging noises as Peter began to fuck her face with abandon. Together, the twins pushed and pulled the tasty brunette like a machine, sending electric waves of passion coursing through her body. In and out, out and in, they worked their 10-inch pussy pleasers like pistons, fucking Carole like she hadn't been fucked in years. And she was reveling in it, her body a tangled mass of orgasmic feelings as she gave herself over to a lust the depth of which she'd never known she had.

The office filled with the groans, sighs and gasps of wild, unbridled passion. Up, up and up, the trio climbed the orgasmic mountain, as the cries of lust swelled, but they couldn't keep climbing forever. The twins had been hyped for quite some time anticipating this event, and finally their self-control cracked. Peter and Paul, communicating on some higher level known only to twins, suddenly began to simultaneously pump their cocks harder than ever in their respective holes. Peter gripped Carole hard behind the neck and furiously fucked her mouth, almost filling her throat to the hilt and making her cheeks bulge with every thrust, while Paul picked her legs up by the ankles, pushed them high over Carole's head and fucked her with everything he had.

Watching his brother pound Carole's cunt mercilessly is what finally pushed Peter over the edge. With a loud gasp, he felt his cock swell then explode in a dozen rusty cum shots deep into Carole's stomach. Carole frantically tried to pull Peter's dick out of her mouth when she felt the head balloon, but Peter clutched her head tightly, keeping himself deep in her mouth. Carole felt hot jets of fluid fill her throat and mouth, and she fought to pull his cock out and keep from choking on the huge thick load of cum.

"C'mon, swallow it, bitch, swallow it all," Peter said through clenched teeth, and more as a defensive reaction, she did, all but a few drops that dribbled out the corners of her mouth and down her cheeks. Watching Carole struggle with Peter's oral load finally pushed Paul to his long-awaited orgasm, and with a hiss, he gave Carole three extra-deep thrusts then released a waterfall of cum in a dozen or more sizzling-hot spurts. He spent himself deep in Carole's quim, flooding her womb with seemingly a gallon of cum.

The moment Paul's cock erupted, Carole felt the grandmother of orgasms rush right along with the spray of semen that was bathing her inner walls. For long minutes, the trio trembled and shook as the mighty throes of orgasm spent themselves.

Carole lay back on the sofa stunned as the twins finally extricated themselves from her horny holes. Throughout the fairly active sex life that she'd enjoyed during her late teens and through 21 years of marriage, she'd never ever been fucked like that. Her sweat-slick breasts heaved as she fought to return to some semblance of reality.

She thought for a moment that they might be through with her, so she could leave and try to sort out what had happened. But the twins weren't done. They had each dropped two Viagra pills right before Carole had arrived, and the drug was at its peak of power. So much so that their cocks never completely deflated, but were still halfway hard, and Carole's pussy lurched at the sight of their long dongs as they each emerged from the adjoining bathroom. Carole sat up on the sofa and gazed at the objects of her lust, and immediately took them both in her hands as they sat back down on either side of her.

This time, Peter sat on Carole's right and Paul at her left, and together they began to run their fingers through Carole's flooded pussy. She felt herself being pulled to her left, into Paul's lap, where his semi-hard cock ran between his legs like a giant snake. She hefted the long stem in her hands and covered it with her mouth. With Paul still not quite fully hard, Carole quickly found every inch of his meat in her mouth. Her lips felt Paul's wiry pubic hair and she used a sucking motion with her throat to get him fully hard. As his shaft swelled, Carole tired to back away, but Paul's hand on the back of her head kept her in position. Soon, to her amazement, she found herself sucking Paul's entire cock without gagging. Somehow, this gave her a vicarious thrill, to know that she could take a man all the way in her throat.

Carole bobbed her head and slashed her tongue around the hard shaft in her mouth, sucking him to his base, then back up. Watching his brother get his cock thoroughly vacuumed had inflamed Peter's dick to rampant hardness, and he knew just what he wanted. Deftly, he maneuvered Carole onto the floor, on her knees between Paul's legs. In this position she could really go to work on Paul's dick, and she sucked with ever-increasing vigor.

Suddenly, Carole felt her legs being spread apart, quickly followed by Peter's long, active tongue. Peter lashed Carole's dripping pussy then worked just the tip of his tongue over her throbbing clit. Carole groaned heavily as she felt her arousal soaring again. She couldn't believe the feelings coursing through her body. She had never been this turned on. Her mind was completely blown with the overwhelming lust that had consumed her.

Peter worked his tongue fiercely up and down and in and out of Carole's pussy, adding his lips and a couple of fingers to really open her up good, and as he had anticipated, she unconsciously thrust her ass up to allow him easier access. Right before his eyes, Carole's pink puckered asshole lay open and accessible, and after one particularly vigorous swipe with his tongue up her frothy furrow, he just continued right up and lashed her asshole.

Carole immediately bolted upright, fully aware for the first time in a while. She had an inkling of what Peter was about to do, and that was something she couldn't allow.

"No! You can't do that!" she exclaimed wildly. 

"Oh, but I can, and I will," Peter replied.

"Please! Don't! You'll hurt me," Carole pleaded. "I've never done it there before."

Carole was in a sudden panic. Anal sex to her had always been something dirty, disgusting. In her mind, the asshole was for outgoing, not incoming, and she couldn't imagine that any woman would get any pleasure out of having her ass penetrated. Mark had asked her about it early in their marriage, and she had emphatically rejected the notion, so he'd never brought it up again.

But Peter ignored her pleas and continued licking her ass, getting her good and wet in her backside. After a few minutes, he eased his middle finger just past the anal ring and held it there, getting her butt used to the idea of insertion.

Carole tried to fight the intrusion into her butt, but Paul held her tightly at her upper arms, not letting her pull away. Peter slowly pushed his finger into Carole's rectum and quickly established a slow, but steady rhythm with his finger. After a few minutes of this, Carole had finally calmed down, but hot tears of shame rolled down her cheeks at the knowledge that Peter was going to fuck her in her virgin ass and there wasn't a thing she could do about it.

Satisfied that Carole wouldn't fight him, Peter removed his finger from inside her ass, but massaged the outside of her rear opening for a few seconds before getting up and walking to his side of the desk. Paul, meanwhile, had insistently pushed his cock back in Carole's mouth, distracting her attention.

When Peter returned, he had what looked like a jar of cold cream. When he opened the jar, Carole saw what looked like a clear cream of some sort. Peter dipped two fingers into the goo and rubbed the cream all over the opening to her ass. Carole whimpered slightly when Peter slowly, sensually, rubbed the cream around the entrance to her asshole and eased one of his cream-coated fingers into her rectum. Carole groaned, in spite of her fear, and soon her groans of pain had become moans of pleasure.

Carole was shocked by the erotic feelings welling in her body from Peter's digital assault on her ass. After the initial pain of insertion, waves of pleasure began to radiate from her ass, helped along, she quickly realized, by the tingling effect of the cream. Soon, Carole was thrusting her ass back onto Peter's fingers, two of which were fucking her ass as far as they could go.

Ripples of lust soared through Carole's body as Peter fingered her ass. The feeling was like nothing she'd ever experienced before, a fullness that seemed to touch every nerve ending in her butt. At that moment, she finally understood the attraction of anal sex, and when Peter thrust the other fingers of his hand into her twitching twat and began to double-fuck her with his fingers, Carole arched her back and screamed as an incredible orgasm swept over her. Keeping her fist wrapped tightly around Paul's cock, she panted out her climax, humping her hips back on Peter's hand. What she did next shocked her.




Carole's Dilemma



"C'mon Peter, fuck my ass," she said in a firm voice, completely unbidden from her hosts. "Fuck me someplace my husband's never been. I want to feel your cum in my butt."

Peter looked up at his brother and grinned. As expected, as had been the case with all of the others, overwhelming lust had easily trumped the marital vows. Carole was theirs, completely and totally.

Gripping his cock at the base, Peter eased the head of his cock to the opening of Carole's ass and pushed slightly. In spite of her wanton desire, Carole tensed at the touch of his dick at her opening.

"Relax," Paul said softly, even gently, as he watched his brother begin to claim his prize. He held Carole tightly as Peter pushed the head of his cock past her anal ring. There was some resistance at first, but within moments, the head popped past her tight ring and he felt his cock in Carole's hot, virgin asshole. Carole screamed as she felt her butt hole being violated. The pain was intense, and she tried to wriggle her ass off his dick. But Peter was insistent and Paul continued to hold her tightly. Peter simply waited, with the head of his dick firmly, tightly, in her ass. He started making slow fuck motions, slowly but surely pushing himself deeper in Carole's ass.

After a few minutes, Carole felt the pain subside, replaced by a warm glow of pleasure. As Peter eased inch after inch of his long, fat cock in Carole's asshole, Carole began to lose herself in the feelings. Something about the wickedness of what she was doing inflamed her, and when Peter had a little over half of his cock in her ass, Carole hurled her hips back to get every bit of his love tool in her ass.

Carole went wild at that point. Everything she'd ever known or thought about sex had been thrown out the window as she humped her ass back on Peter's pounding cock. At the same time, she consumed Paul's dick, sucking him like it was her last meal, deep-throating his cock, then licking the underside of his shaft, then back to sucking. Over and over she did this, as Paul pushed up with his hips to fill Carole's mouth and throat with as much of his cock as possible. He marveled at how quickly Carole had picked up the art of deep throat. As he had predicted to his brother at the time of her hiring, Carole had proven to be a wildcat under her conservative, happily-married façade.

Peter couldn't believe how hot and tight Carole's ass felt. He fucked the buttery walls of her rectum with absolute abandon, and Carole fucked right back with equal ardor. She fucked her ass wildly on Peter's throbbing tool, and when she reached underneath her body to finger her bloated clit and dripping pussy, she had a flash orgasm that built into a ever-rising series of orgasms, one after the other. She worked herself frenziedly back and forth between the two cocks that were giving her so much pleasure; more pleasure than she thought could be possible from sex.

The brothers could feel the cum building in their balls as they slammed their dicks into Carole's body. Low moans escaped their lips as they fucked their new girl. Carole was oblivious to anything except the magnificent dicks that were at her disposal. Gone were any thoughts of regret or remorse; any sense of humiliation had vanished under the waves of erotic pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm swept her body, leaving her in something close to a catatonic state.

Peter could feel the gravy strokes coming, so he straddled Carole's thighs, gripped her hips tightly and rammed his cock viciously in her ass. Paul was nearing completion, as well, and he humped his cock deep in Carole's throat. Carole, too, was climbing inexorably to a truly awesome full-body orgasm as she strummed her clit, which she could never recall being this swollen, while she used two fingers from her other hand to fuck her pussy in rhythm to the sublime fucking her ass was receiving.

With a roar, Peter felt his cum jet through his shaft and spew out the end of his dick. He fucked hard right through a succession of rock-hard cum shots that bathed Carole's rectum in white fuck sauce. Seconds later, Paul lifted his hips up one final time and exploded deep in Carole's throat, and this time she clamped her lips around the base of his cock and used her mouth and throat to milk every drop of Paul's cum into her stomach.

As she felt the twin jets of cum filling her body, Carole shuddered from her head to her toes as the most massive orgasm she'd ever felt roared through her like greased lightning. The moment Paul's cock finished spewing, she lifted her head from his lap and howled, loud and long. Peter's cock slipped out of Carole's ass at that point, and he and his brother sat back and watched in awe as Carole's body was racked with orgasmic spasms. It was all too much for her, and with a gasp, she slumped forward on the sofa, passed out.

When she finally came to, Carole was still laying face down on the sofa. Slowly, wearily, she lifted her head and looked around for a moment, as if unsure of where she was. She was startled when she saw that both the brothers were fully dressed behind their respective workstations and conducting business as if nothing had happened.

Peter looked up when he noticed that Carole had stirred.

"Get dressed," he commanded. "When you're dressed, we'll tell you what we've decided to do."

Carole's muscles screamed as she stood up and began to dress in silence. The first thing she noticed was that her panties were missing. When she asked about them, one of the twins replied that they had kept them as a souvenir. She just shook her head, finished dressing and stood in front of the twins as if she was about to receive a judgment, which, in a sense, she was.

"Carole, we have decided to help you, so we have a proposition for you," Peter began. Relief flooded Carole's body when she heard that, but it was short-lived.

"Yes, we are going to make you an offer that will be to the benefit of everyone," Paul continued. "We will pay Henderson the $150,000 you, 'misplaced,' out of our own pocket. We can afford it, but you have to agree to serve us for an indefinite period of time."

"What do you mean, 'serve you'?" Carole asked, although she thought she knew what they were talking about.

"Carole, when we started this company, we looked for some innovative ways to motivate our work force, especially upper management," Peter said. "This is a highly demanding, highly stressful business we're in, so we thought of ways to ease the stress of the job. We concluded that a sexually-satisfied workplace is a happy, productive workplace."

Carole felt her insides lurch as the meaning of his words started to hit home.

"We created a position in this firm that we call the liaison officer. This job calls for a female whose main function is to provide sex for worthy executives," Paul said. "It has proven to be a very successful position. As you can see, stress on the job here is low and productivity is high. And the person who fills the job enjoys more good sex than they've had their entire lives."

"In other words, you want me to become your company whore, is that right?" Carole said with more than a touch of anger in her voice. "You bastards. You bring me up here, coerce me into having sex with you and now you want me to fuck the whole company? I won't do it. I love my husband and I have no intention of cheating on him any more than I already have. Today was one thing, but what you're asking me to do is something else altogether. Haven't you humiliated me enough already?"

"Oh, my dear, you haven't seen humiliation yet," Peter said. "Try the humiliation of being arrested in front of your family. How about the humiliation of being put in central lockup with the street hookers and dopers. What about the humiliation of being convicted and going to prison? You really don't have much choice, my dear. You either become our sex provider or you go to jail. The choice is yours."

"Take the day to think about it," Paul said. "But unless you want to go to jail, you'll show up promptly at 8:15 dressed in a short dark skirt and the thinnest white blouse you can find, and no panties, no bra. You may wear hose if you desire, but if you do, you are to cut out the crotch and slit the seam up either side to allow easy access to your holes."

"Why 8:15?" Carole asked. "Doesn't the work day start at 8?"

"Oh, we want everyone in the upper floors to get a good look at you as you enter the building," Peter said. "We want them to see what they'll be sticking their dicks into – provided they meet certain performance goals. Oh, you will still receive the same salary as before, but you will, of course, be relieved of any accounting responsibilities."

"Make certain you think very carefully about this, Carole," Paul said finally. "We have more than enough evidence of your embezzlement to send you away for a long time. And we will prosecute you if you don't cooperate."

Then he showed her copies of some newspaper clippings from 1997 and 1998. They were stories about an accountant with Bourne and Bourne who had supposedly embezzled some money. She was convicted and sent to prison for 6-to-10 years for larceny.

"But I didn't take that money," she pleaded one final time. "I may have made a mistake, but if I did it was an honest mistake. I'm not like that."

"Ah, but this says you did," Paul said, waving a thick sheaf of documents. "Think about it. That's all."

With that, Carole gathered her things and fled the big office. Everything was a blur as she strode numbly to the elevator, rode to the bottom floor and walked to her car. She barely noticed that Peter's cum had oozed from her ass and dripped down the backs and insides of her thighs. The few people she encountered wrinkled their noses and gave her a knowing look, and she realized, to her mortification, that she reeked of sex.

For the sake of her tattered dignity, she didn't cry until she'd reached the safety of her front seat, but when she did, the dam burst. She cried bitter tears over the sudden change in her fate. She couldn't understand what had happened. Why was this happening to her? She'd been a pretty decent person all of her life; why was she being singled out for this kind of abuse? It didn't make sense.

When she finally pulled herself together, she headed for home, but as she made the 45-minute drive, a funny thing happened. As she replayed the events of the day, she found herself getting hot and wet again. She had to admit; she'd been fucked that day like she'd never been fucked before in her life. The only time that had even approached it was her wedding night, and while Mark had been very good that night, it couldn't compare to the peak she'd been carried to by Peter and Paul. Assholes they may be, Carole conceded, but they sure knew how to please a woman.

Without thinking, Carole found one of her hands between her legs, and she quickly felt her clit as it throbbed in renewed arousal. "What's happening to me?" Carole asked herself out loud. She didn't want to be the Bournes' whore; she wanted to go back to being Carole Banning, a happily married woman with a family. She was ashamed at what she'd done in the big office. She'd allowed two virtual strangers to do things to her she'd never let her husband do in 21 years of marriage, and it appalled her. She didn't want to be turned on by the prospect of sexual servitude.

But the proof was dripping between her legs in the form of her renewed arousal. All the way home, Carole fingered herself as she replayed the encounter in her mind, holding off her orgasm until she reached the garage at her house. When she finally came, weakly, she trudged wearily into the house. She left a note for Mark and the kids, telling them to fix frozen pizzas for supper, that she had taken ill at work and was going to bed. After a long, hot shower, she did just that, and as she slept, she had some positively outrageous dreams.

(To Be Continued)