Business as Usual: A Collusive Sequel to "Promotion" and "Made to Order"

by Nate

   
STORY CODES: (M+b,M+g,birth,newborn,full-intercourse,gang,rape)



   Hi. I'm Stan. A married father of two and recently promoted businessman.
If you remember me from another story I confided once then you must be one
sick fuck, and I congratulate you on that.  As for myself, I'm one of the
worst: a through-and-through, active, merciless pedophile with inclinations
to any age and gender.  And now it was my obligation to prove this--whip it
out, so to speak (on the playground, so to stereotype).
What I mean is--my recent promotion, induced in both evening rain and an
infant's virgin pussy, was more than an ascent in authority and pay, it was
inclusive of (and pendent on) my membership into a small group of like-minded 
(like-cocked?) men within the company.

   After letting him dive balls-deep into both of my kids (nepotism or
nepi-tism?) my most immediate boss, Ryan, had invited me into the fold of
the group.

   And so, through an anxious wait and plenty of stress dreams, the ring
around the week landed on Thursday, and I was officially invited that night
to my company's "Privacy Committee" gathering at the CEO's personal estate.
I had yet to meet this looming authority, and here came the final hour
before I could, for all I knew, be going hard at both ends of a kiddie with
him.

   It was nerve racking and euphoric--euphoric like the sunset through the
streaming cords of the Rouge-en Gate Bridge over the bay.  Ryan drove me
out of the city and to this house he insisted was too secluded for me to
have found on my own.

   "Relax," he assured me, "you're going to have a great time."

   "I bet." I said in my best mask of confidence.  That was the last we
spoke for the drive.  We turned into Sausalito and then along the edge of
it until we looked lost in a woodland.  Out of nowhere Ryan took a narrow
turn.  We came up to a gate a dozen trees later.

   The gate opened in anticipation of us and we drove through to bob up and
down hills making up the estate.  Deep in we reached a clearing unto the
house, a horseshoe shaped colossus with more window than wall.  They all
shone a silver glaze speckled in golden midges at sunset.

   Why so late?  Why at a private house?  That's what my wife had asked me.
I stayed vague.  I'd rather have her worry about a possible affair than
pull her head out of the sand and notice I was raping both of our kids.  I
would even cum inside of them each time; the stupid bitch never noticed. 
Just thinking of my son's betrayed eyes and helpless tears while I fucked
his toddler ass mercilessly all those times had me adjusting my pants as
Ryan parked the car.

   We came up to the ostentatious, white door.  Ryan gave me a reassuring
smile and pressed the doorbell.  Before he could even lift his finder from
the bellbutton the door cracked open.  Through a slight sliver a weary eye
met us in the doorway.

   "Bonsoir, messieurs.  Comment puis-je vous aider?"

   "Nous sommes invités.  Le mot de passe est nepi," francophoned Ryan.

   "Par ici s'il-vous-plait," said the voice behind the eye.  The door
opened and a young boy's hand waved us in.

   We entered and the boy tried his best to avoid our gaze as he shut the
entrance and urged us to follow him down a hall.  He was solemn and
scrawny. His ribs rung against his pale skin like cage bars.  How could I
see his ribs?  To my shock, he had met us at the door completely naked.  He
was a bit too old for my taste, but his nude frame was plenty depraved and
illegal enough to whet my appetite.

   The gravity of reality was setting in.  Pulling my dick with all its
might--no--then what was that pressure?  Just blood, engorging my erection.
My pants sure felt tight tonight!  The hall ended in some sort of
ridiculously privileged ballroom.  Reality sure had a way of looking like a
fantasy.

   The young boy bowed his head as we passed him into the large space and
he returned down the hall.  It was all white and mostly vacant.  There was,
though, a roomy white couch and dark marble coffee table, huge like a bed
at perfect waist level.  Scattered between the objects were five men in
conversation and a fat women in a nightgown reserved to a plush chair off
in a corner.

   "Ryan!" boomed a welcoming voice, "haven't given up on us, huh?  We
missed you last week!" It was a middle-aged man with chestnut hair as
perfectly styled as Hellenistic art.  I recognized the picturesque face
immediately.  It was Aiden York, CEO.  I shook a little through my clothes.

   "Aiden, I'm sorry I missed last week's get-together.  You know how much
I love blondes."

   "I sure do.  And this..."

   "Aiden, this is our newest recruit, Stan Adams." I hopped to the beat of
my name (pseudonym) and ignored a drop of sweat coddled in my sideburn.  My
eyes gazed down and to the left and my arm shot out with an extended hand.

   "It's a pleasure to meet you sir." I stumbled.

   "Likewise, Stan.  Ryan gave me plenty of detail on your children a few
days ago, and the night you and he spent with them.  He hadn't even
finished describing it to me before I came all over the floor.  I'm happy
to add a bright young man with common interests to our circle." I was
choking and dripping sweat.  My boss just told me how he jerked off to
hearing about me molesting my children.  "I personally," he went on,
"looked through your computer information on the company wifi and see that
you and I share an unrestrained taste.  Newborns are my thing. You like
newborns?  My son likes tots who can talk but I like newborns."

   "I like when they ask questions.  Or when they beg me to stop." came the
walk-over voice of a sandy blonde no older than twenty-five, giving no
reprieve to his spirited libation.  "Not that I wouldn't fuck a newborn."

   "Stan, this is my son, Preston."

   "And before you bother to wonder," glug, "yes, he fucked me when I was a
kid."

   "It all turned out for the best.  We're a successful family business
with an intimate family tradition.  Don't tell me you haven't considered
how you'd do your own child when you have one."

   "Of course I have.  I'd fuck it from day one." he said with the last
drop of his glass.

   "Well, then I have a feeling, son, you're going to like tonight's
entertainment.  You too, I hope, Stan.  Why don't you and Preston chat
about what you do with your son?"

   I blushed as the young man gleamed.  Then up walked a silver-hailed
middle man with a soft radio voice.  "Hello, Stan?  I'm Conrad, public
relations."

   "Nice to meet you."

   "It's been years since we found a new member for the committee."

   "Guess I don't count..." shrugged Preston with slight sharpness behind
his playfulness.

   "Well, we all knew you'd be joining, back when we were all having our
turns with you when you were just a little baby." They nudged each other
amicably.

   These were such well groomed, polite men talking about such depraved
subjects.  My balls were bouncing up and down in my boxers.  I was trying
to figure how to wipe sweat from my forehead without giving myself away.

   The pressure against my temple made me jump a good ten hyperbolic feet
up into the air when I saw Ryan brushing a loose bang to the side of me. 
"Don't stress, Stan.  These people are all so great.  We're going to have a
ton of fun."

   "Sooner than later," came a distant voice.  Up walked a blonde in his
thirties, slavic slips sliding through his speech.  "Stan," he shook my
limp hand.  "I'm Dmitri, group organizer.  And," he addressed the whole
group, "while I know we normally have more time to chat, I don't think
we'll be able to hold back the main event any longer."

   "I imagine it has something to do with that pregnant bitch in the
corner?" said Conrad.

   "It does!" Aiden, my multi-million dollar company's CEO, was
enthusiastic.  "Today is so great.  In addition to a new member for us to
share our perversions with and shower in our love and understanding, we
have a real rarity to entertain us."

   "Is she going to give birth?" Preston prodded.

   "Don't ruin the surprise!  But... yes.  That woman over there--" Dmitri
had walked over to her corner and assisted her in standing up and hobbling
toward the group, "--is about to give birth!  And, to really put the
frosting on the whole thing--"

   "I don't think that's how you word that expression..."

   "Shut up, Preston, before we all decide to fuck you instead!" Preston
smirked a hidden interest in the proposal.  "To really put the frosting on
the whole thing: she's pregnant with twins!" Ryan started clapping, I
awkwardly joined in.  "One boy and one girl!"

   "Fuck!" said the one silent member of the group.  I later learned his
name was Walden, a middle management busy-body similar to myself, not much
of a talker.  "That really put's the icing on the cake!"

   "There it is," Preston jeered.

   Encroaching on the group returned Dmitri with the heavy woman limping to
his right.  She was gazing into nowhere like some drugged retard.  Everyone
began to assist Dmitri in helping her set her fat ass on the waist-high
table and lay down on her back, staring up to the white ceiling.

   "How long?" asked Ryan.

   "Any second," said Dmitri as he pointed back to what looked like a pool
of gelatin water equidistant between the table and the woman's former
sitting place.

   Her eye's twitched with a bit of awareness to her surroundings, and her
lip curled.  Dmitri walked back to the corner and pulled a vile and syringe
from a backpack beside the chair.  Returning to the table he plunged the
liquid into her chubby shoulder and her face returned to a pool of lucid
oblivion.

   Her chest heaved and her leg twitched a bit.  I looked down in disgust
and anticipation as her loose nightgown was yanked up and her widening
vagina was exposed.  It spread and spread to the point I imagined she would
tear in half and then--

   "Here comes number one!" an eclipse filled the entire hole and from the
trashed petals of her womanhood expelled the messy head of a progeny.  The
baby slid out in silence and shock, we all stood with our mouths gaping as
the curled mass lay on the table.  Then the air shuttered like a gentle
breeze with the first cries of the baby.  "It's the boy," said Dmitri,
lifting it from the table.  The umbilical cord dangled like a bloody tail
from his arms.

   "I think the second one is coming!" yelled Walden.

   Aiden got as close as he could and grabbed the inner thighs of the
unnamed woman, her mouth a big O, and her eyes even bigger such.  He pulled
her apart to expose the tunnel at its most engorged point.  The top of a
second head was plugging it, running up it and spreading it.  Then it was
out, closed eyes and a snubbed nose entering the world for the first time.
The girl came out with little resistance past the shoulders and landed in
the slippery spot left by her brother.  More cries erupted.  There were two
newborn children wailing in the room.

   From where he had hovered over the birth Aiden picked up the second born
and cuddled her into his chest.  Blood smeared on his shirt and tie.  I
gazed in awe and then saw behind me that Preston was throwing his coat and
tie onto the couch.  He began unbuttoning his shirt and was pulling himself
out of his shoes.  Ryan gave me a supportive smile and began to undo his
own tie.

   Oh boy.

   The babies were passed between hands to give everyone an opportunity to
undress.  It was that very first time in the high school locker room all
over again.  I slowly undid myself and pulled my body as close to the
center as I could, standing there exposed.  The boy was handed to me as
Dmitri stripped down.

   Completely naked and uninhibited Dmitri sauntered back over to his
backpack and flew back with a pair of surgical scissors.  Snip--right in my
arms, the umbilical cord was severed.  Snip--the girl was separated from
her mother in Ryan's arms.  The bloody scissors were thrown in the pile of
clothes on the couch, the bloody ropes were dangling off the table from the
mother's cunt.  She was twitching as the afterbirth was making its way out.

   Aiden, my highest authority, was standing totally naked with an enormous
cock pointing up to his muscular chest.  He looked down over the woman on
the table and, heartlessly and with not a word, shoved her off onto the
floor.  "Lay the babies down," he said calmly.

   Ryan and I walked up naked beside him and set the babies down on the
table.  They wiggled their innocent little arms and cried.  Dmitri came up
with two towels, wadding them up and setting them under the babies' heads.
They cried away and writhed on the cold marble.

   "I love them fresh," said Walden.

   "That's the point," said Preston.

   "Then," Ryan wrapped an arm over my shoulders, "let's get started!"

   "Who goes first?" asked Conrad.

   "Well," Dmitri hovered beside the children and looked over his shoulder
to the men, "Mr.York did pay for them."

   "Quite a lot, I'll add."

   "You know I wouldn't cheat you, Aiden."

   "I know, Dmitri.  This was a big order and I'm excited.  Normally I'd
try to be more gentlemanly, but I don't think I can wait.  These kids look
so sexy."

   "Take one of them," Ryan stepped forward, "and may I suggest letting our
newest member enjoy the virginity of the other."

   Aiden pondered this and exchanged a glance with Dmitri.  "That's a nice
idea.  Alright, Stan, you ready to fuck a newborn fresh out of the womb?"

   I could feel the heat rise from my feet to my head and my vision
trembled momentarily.  I had never dreamt a scenario this fantastic.  As
awkward as I was, as humble and out of place--I couldn't risk losing the
opportunity by playing it polite.  In a single beat I replied "yes".

   "That's our guy!  I knew you'd fit in great," Ryan patted me and shoved
me forward to the table.  My thick rod dangled between my legs.  As soon as
I took one close-up look at the children I was at full size, throbbing
above them.

   "I'll take the bitch," said Aiden, "you take the faggot." He positioned
himself directly over the baby girl.  She was fussing and crying.  If she
only knew what was about to come.

   I came up to the boy, slightly less hysterical than his sister.  He was
very active, waving his arms and legs, exhausting himself.  My cock
bounced, the shadow of myself pounding against the shadow of him.  I looked
over to my boss.  He met my eyes and smiled while spitting into his right
hand.  He brought it down to his prick and began to jack his meat over the
infant.

   Click--came the sound in the corner.  Dmitri was snapping pictures of us
standing in front of the infants.  I was cautious, embarrassed.  It was
evidence, but it was also crazy hot.  I carried on.

   I spit into my own hand and began to tug on my penis, eyes glazed over
as I gazed at the beautiful newborn in front of me.  Suddenly I was away
from my inhibitions and living exclusively in my cock.  I took each of his
legs in each of my hands and spread them wide to expose his unused bottom
button.  Click went the camera.

   Aiden was sliding his wet cockhead up and down over the tiny little
indentation that was the infant's pussy.  There was a whistle from the
group.  Click.

   I angled my legs and set the slit at the end of my dick right up to the
puckered entrance of the boy.  They were practically the same size, he was
that small.  But I didn't give a fuck, there was a newborn in front of me
and I was going to fuck it.

   "Go for it, Stan!" yelled Ryan.  Visions of our first time fucking my
kids together flashed through my head and my dick pressure shoved against
the little guy's sphincter.  My whole body shuttered.  I curled into the
pleasure of the experience.  My gut rolled over as I leaned down, and my
pelvis moved forward.  There was a momentary hinderance, but it was no
match.  Too lost in the erotica of my memory and the sensation at the end
of my dick my body lurched forward.  Click.  Click.  Click.

   White spots danced in front of my eyes and my ears rung until finally
the sound of horrified shrieks beat against me.  I looked down.  The
unnamed baby boy was throwing every bit of his energy into a scream.  His
face was blood red and his legs were pointing straight up.  He was
completely skewered on the entire length of my enormous dick.  Without even
thinking about it, without any mercy or any preparation I had entered him
completely!  He was in absolute agony.  The tears running down his cheeks
were vibrating little splotches instead of calm round balls.  He was
devastated by my domination of his body.

   I was fucking a baby that had been born not even twenty minutes ago!

   "Look's like we've already started!" Aiden was dumbstruck by my
ruthlessness and his cock was heaving with sordid lust as he watched me. 
"Alright then!" Click.  Click.  Click.  He followed suit and dropped
himself into the virgin pussy.  The pitch of the girl's scream exceeded
auditory sensation, the shriek became a dull ringing and her throat cracked
in utter ruin as the massive dick of my boss burst into her.

   Aiden's member was huge and the baby was so small.  Watching his thrust:
there was an initial insert, a second of delay, then another plunge.  It
was apparent this halt had been him bursting through her cervix into her
womb.  She herself had just been in the womb within the same hour and now
her own was being invaded by the almighty force of a man.

   Our audience cheered and hooted.  The camera went crazy.  Two grown men
had bottomed out into twin infants.

   My gut was rolling around inside of me, experiencing delight I didn't
know was possible.  Even when I had taken my daughter's virginity, even
when I had shoved my son's face into a pillow and raped him, nothing had
come close to being this fantastic.  I was beyond reconsideration.  So I
started thrusting.

   My entire length slid out of the raped intestines of the baby and then
rammed back in.  He gasped and cried.  I thrust again.  And then a rhythm
developed, I began to full-on fuck the boy.  No more camera snaps: Dmitri
had switched to video recording while I beat in and out of the baby.

   "This guy is hardcore!" said Conrad.

   "Sure as fuck is!" said Aiden as we watched me, throwing himself in and
out of his own prize.  We both fucked the tiny bodies against the hard
table, their figures jostling and their heads trembling on their towels.  I
could hear my balls slapping against the baby's butt and the table.

   Creek.  The table drew me up from my bliss.  I looked up and saw Preston
had walked around and crawled onto the other side of the table.  He
knee-walked atop it until his body was directly above the baby girl his
father was fucking.  He lowered himself down so that his pendulous balls
were now rubbing against the back-and-forth bouncing nose.  The girl
sputtered between her screams with the new intrusion.  Preston just laughed
and began to touch himself.

   I went in and out of the baby boy.  He was so tight and so warm.  Just
as warm became my back as I felt something behind me.  I turned and it was
Ryan, he had his arms around my shoulders, his erection pressed against the
small of my back, and he was gazing down at the evil scene I was
presenting.

   "Thank you," I gasped out between my orgastic moans, "thank you so much
for getting me involved in all of this."

   "I just knew you'd fit right in."

   His words inspired my speed.  I started plowing away, shoving the boy up
and down the table while I drilled him.  It was too good to be real. 
"Dude, I'm going to cum!"

   Ryan grinned and rested his chin on my shoulder.  He whispered into my
ear "do it".  I could feel one of his hands grip my balls and gently
squeeze.  Within my loins was the churning of prehistoric destiny: a
masculine imperative to fertilize.

   I threw myself entirely into the baby and gave in to my lust.  My balls
shot up against my body and suddenly I was letting go.  I came deep and
fully into the upper colon of the child.  Spew after spew of viscus cum was
gushing between me and my victim.

   My dick could barely funnel the thick volume of my seed as the tunnel
was being compressed by the immense tightness of the boy's ass.  But sure
enough the force of my cum overcame the dominated infant, and I inseminated
him with an enormous load of man spunk.

   There was cheering and congratulations as I gasped for air through my
delighted senses.  When I pulled out my dick was ghost white.  Suddenly
color returned in blotches then completely--he had been so tight that it
had been chocking my big cock.

   "Nice one!" Aiden said, reaching his hand out and up.  I high-fived my
CEO.  Ryan patted me kindly, signaling for me to move over.  I stepped
aside and back into the group of voyeurs.  Walden was masturbating
furiously and Conrad stood patiently with a wide smile.

   Dmitri walked up closer to zoom in on Aiden fucking baby cunt.  He
moaned and grunted and threw his head up.  "Aaaghh!!!" he shouted.  "Yeah,
dad!" said Preston.

   A final buck in and Aiden exploded into the baby girl.  I clapped as
Aiden's ass shuddered with the cum.

   "I call next!" Preston jumped down from the table and stood up against
his dad.

   "Respect your elders," his dad said, waving for Conrad to step up to the
plate.  Preston scoffed and threw himself down on the couch and everyone's
clothes.

   Conrad stood before the bloody, gaping, cum-oozing baby girl and Ryan
set the tip of his prick against the hole of the boy.

   "Here come's part two." Said Dmitri as he snapped some photos and began
the second video recording.  Both men entered both children.  It was
beautiful to watch the guys' asses pumping back and in with each thrust.  I
started kneading my dick and tickling my balls, my erection returning
quickly.

   "Hey." 

   I was still a bit awkward so when Aiden walked up to me naked and
jacking off I jerked in surprise.  

   "Hey." I replied.

   "You're a really sick fuck.  I'm so glad we found you."

   "I'm glad too,"

   "So we do this every Thursday,"

   "That's amazing!"

   "It sure is.  We like to switch it up though, so we get different kids
and stuff each week.  So, I know it's kind of a lot to ask, but do you
think next week we could all have a go at your kids?"

   I was shocked and flattered.  It would be hard to get the kids away from
my wife for a whole night, but I'd do anything to keep this dream my
reality.  "Absolutely," I said, shaking my head up and down and grinning,
"I'd love to!"

   He patted me with his left hand, his right hand pumping his cock. 
"Great!"

   "I'm going to cum!" shouted Ryan.  I quickly rushed up and encouraged
him.  I returned the favor he had bestowed me and gripped his balls as he
thrust, still jerking my dick so that the tip of it was sliding back and
forth against Ryan's ass cheeks.

   He blew his load up into the baby boy, his cum and mine swirling
together in our infant sex toy.  I hugged him from behind as he collapsed
in pleasure.

   "My turn, finally!" shouted Preston.

   "It's Walden's turn," his dad egged.  Walden grinned and took his place
over the baby boy.  He didn't waste any time slipping in and fucking away.
In and out; in and out.  The beat of the fuck was hypnotic.  I just stood
and watched, still linked to Ryan by the shoulder.  We were both
masturbating.

   "Here I go." Said Conrad calmly.  He bent down and set his chest atop
the girl, stretching his arms out and spreading all his fingers.  His ass
heaved and he bucked one last time into the newborn.  Cum began to squirt
out from the bottom of the baby pussy and drip onto the floor.  Dmitri
zoomed in to the leaking mess.

   When Conrad pulled out Preston was already up and ready, not willing to
wait another second.  He stood close to the helpless child and then leaned
back, his dick at least a foot from the point of entry.  With no warning he
smashed forward into her.  The girl was thrown across the table by the
force.  Not missing a beat Preston leaned in, pulled her back into place,
held her shoulders down and burst back into her.

   Her eyes looked like they were about to pop from her head, some vessels
in her forehead began to outline.  Then her head bobbed to the side and her
eyelids collapsed.  The utter force on her innocent body had rendered her
unconscious.  Preston fucked away.  Click.  Click.  Click.

   I was alive.  Turning to Ryan I smiled and said, "Let's face-fuck them!"

   "Hell yeah!"

   We both got onto the huge table as Preston had earlier and bent over the
children.  The girl was unconscious and the boy's throat has gone sore and
he was just wheezing.  I placed the tip of my dick against the fainted
bitch lips.  They were soft and delicate, but I was not.  I plunged my head
and as much of the shaft in as I could get.  Her throat twitched and I
sighed in ecstasy.

   Sounds of disapproval came from the choked mouth of the boy Ryan was
raping.  He gargled and waved his arms.  This made the fuck all the more
exciting for Walden.  He spewed himself into the well-used baby innards,
cum dripping out from the stretched hole.  Click.

   "Your turn Dmitri?" Asked Aiden.

   "Almost." He said with another camera click.

   "Oh?"

   Preston grabbed me by the forearms, pulling both of us as far into the
two holes of the same toy as possible.  It was like a Chinese finger
trap - if one of those has ever made you bust the best nut of your life
(unlikely).

   Exhausted, Preston returned to the couch.  His dad sat down beside him
and they shared a smile.  Dmitri walked over to the fuck-position of the
baby girl and put the camera right up to where I was slipping my dick into
the baby mouth.  In and out, in and out.

   "Here." He offered, holding the Camera out.  

   I took it. 

   "Film me taking this brat's anal virginity."

   "So that's what you were waiting for Dmitri. Of course!" Said Aiden.

   "Of course, of course." He moved the knocked-out body to his
satisfaction, holding the legs up and exposing the butt.  I hovered the
camera above, getting the approaching erection in the shot.

   Dmitri's thick Russian cock dwarfed the baby hole, the one unused part
of this poor child.  A string of spit landed directly on the bullseye as he
looked down.  Then his erection wiggled back and forth against her,
kneading and teasing.  I captured it all on video.

   He entered her.  Her body twitched and a sound escaped her lips, but she
stayed unconscious.  Everyone had closed in on the scene, all the men
forming a circle around Dmitri and his sinister act of sodomy.

   I panned the camera around to catch the faces of all my new friends. 
Everyone was touching themselves and encouraging Dmitri as he fucked
against the infant's anus.  It was so exciting and I was so grateful.  I
zoomed in--leaning my whole body forward, drawn to the depravity by my
dowsing rod of a dick.

   "Alright!" Dmitri said while the veins in his neck bulged and his tempo
fired up.

   "Fill her with cream!"

   "Do it Dmitri!"

   I looked over the camera to see firsthand as his pelvis thrust against
the infant's small ass, the huge girth of his cock disappearing between her
red cheeks, his pubic hair brushing against her in affection as he
deflowered her ass now with one massive load of semen.

   Fireworks went off in my head and a splash of cum fired from me without
warning, splattering all over the baby.  Time stopped and I just sat still
in my orgasm for a moment.

   Dmitri eventually got up and collected the camera from me, snapping some
stills of the open holes and my cum speckled all over her.

   I got down from the table, avoiding the body of the woman just looking
up from the floor without a word, and walked over to the couch.  I threw
myself down in awe and exhaustion, my dick pointing straight up to the sky.
Ryan plopped himself down beside me and nudged me playfully.

   "So." He said.

   "Every Thursday?" I asked.

   "Every Thursday: business as usual."

   
THE END
   
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