PGAD - Interlude

Interlude

“Eh...  she'll turn up.”  He spoke dismissively into the phone receiver, which he held cradled up to his face with his shoulder.

The razor tap, tap, tapped on the small rectangular mirror sitting on the polished mahogany executive’s desk as Thomas absently chopped up the white powder with a practiced hand, methodically grinding down any larger granules to be found.  When everything was all uniformly powderized, he used the side of the razor to push the pile around, arranging it into neat, evenly divided lines.

“The fat bitch hasn't taken a single day off in ten years.  A little vacay will do her some good.”

Then he reached into his wallet, pulling out a crisp hundred dollar bill -- nothing else would do, after all -- and rolled it up tightly.  He bent over, using the rolled bill as a straw and put it up to his nose, but then he abruptly straightened up, frowning.

“There’s nothing to worry about, egghead.  Relax.”

There was a brief moment of silence as Thomas listened to the retort on the other end of the line.

“No, no, don’t you even think about coming up here.  You stay right there in your dank, shitty little basement lab, and I’ll come visit you if I ever want to see your pathetic face.

“Don’t you start thinking for a second that you're free and clear.  Doing the injections was nothing.  Giving me updates on what that uppity fat pig is doing to herself is nothing.  A drop in a bucket.

“Somebody got fucking killed and it's all because you’re a perverted, horny, sick fuck.

“I fucking own you, Chris.  You better not forget that if you want our little secret to stay secret.”

Thomas let the receiver fall away, lightly snatching it up with his hand and casually hanging it up.  Then he bent over once more and sniffed up one of the lines with a sharp quick inhale.

“Ooh, fuck that’s good,” he muttered, as he leaned back in his plush leather chair, eyes closed, head tilted upwards, giving a small series of sniffs, letting the residual cocaine-tainted mucous drip down his nasal passage into the back of his throat.

That fucking idiot, he thought darkly.  Nearly half a billion dollars wasted.  It almost cost Thomas his fucking job.  All because of some dorky, sexually repressed lab tech with a mind control fetish.

The intercom chimed then, and Thomas’ eyes jerked open. He reached over and clicked it on.

“What is it?” he asked irritably.  “You know I’m on lunch right now.”

“Your niece is here to see you,” the receptionist answered, a small note of reproval in her voice.  “Again.”

“Oh.”  Thomas was instantly mollified.  “Well, send her in.”

He clicked the intercom off and picked up his whiskey glass sitting just beside, taking a small sip, savoring the complex, peated flavor of the expensive dram.  Good coke, good whiskey, this was what life was all about, he thought.

But he contradicted himself quite immediately, as both flew from his mind the moment that the bronze-oiled knob on the heavy office door turned and it swung open as Taylor walked in, in a tight, low-cut blouse and short, short skirt. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, young and fit -- just how Thomas liked ‘em.  How his meek, pathetic brother and his dumpy sister-in-law had managed to produce a hot little smokeshow like this, Thomas would never know.

“Hi, Uncle Tommy,” Taylor chirped sweetly as she pranced in, her sexy hips swaying.  He was doubly pleased to see that she wasn’t alone.  That slut friend of hers, Madison, entered just behind, similarly dressed except with a button down blouse that had enough buttons undone to show generous cleavage and an even shorter skirt.

“Hey, Uncle Tommy,” Madison echoed, her eyes glittering, and Thomas felt his cock stirring in his slacks.  His niece had the whole classy, uppity, frigid bitch attitude pinned down, which was fun when he was in the mood for it; but Madison was like a trashier, skankier version of Taylor.  Brown hair with blonde highlights, fake blue colored contacts, and a demeanor that telegraphed that she was ready for a good time.  Thomas was always in the mood for girls like her.

“Where’s your little friend Tara?” he asked.  Now there was a knockout, and fucking brilliant on top of that…

Taylor’s pretty face scowled.

“How the hell should I know?  Doing nerdy science shit, probably.  Why do you, like, even care?”

“Because that “nerdy science shit” makes a shit-ton of money.  I told you, you could learn a thing or two from her…”

“Ooh, party favors,” Taylor remarked, ignoring her uncle’s response, an immaculate eyebrow arched in interest as she laid eyes on the lines of powder sitting on the mirrored glass in front of her uncle.  He sent the tightly wound bill rolling across the table top with a casual flick of his finger.

“Help yourself.”

“Why, thank you,” she purred, stopping the bill from rolling off, before picking up between her finely manicured forefinger and thumb.

He picked up his glass, taking another sip. Rather than pull the mirror closer to herself, his niece bent over at the waist, leaning across the desk.  Her back was arched, her blue eyes meeting his gaze as he stared, transfixed, over the rim of his glass.  He had a fantastic view of her huge rack from his vantage point, which she deliberately provided, her full lips lightly parted as she exhaled softly.  She then turned her attention to the table, sniffing up a line cleanly with one long inhale.  His view blocked by her golden tresses, he took the opportunity to examine her shapely ass as she was bent over.  He glanced briefly over at Madison to see her equally transfixed by Taylor before she felt his eyes on her and they exchanged a look of their own, their minds clearly in the same place.

“Goddamn, Uncle Tommy.” Taylor’s eyes fluttered slightly as she gently squeezed her cute little nose.  “You always have the best shit...”

“My turn,” Madison lilted, taking the bill from Taylor, but rather than bend across the table as she had done, Madison instead went around, sitting snugly on Thomas’ lap.  She bent over and took a line too.

“Fuuuuck, you weren’t kidding, Taylor,” Madison moaned as she leaned back into Thomas, her head turned toward the ceiling, eyes shut as she savored the drug hitting her system.  The little skank gyrated her hips as she did so, grinding up against his now thoroughly erect cock.

Thomas wrapped his arms around the young slut, feeling up her massive knockers and pressing his face in the nape of her neck, inhaling deeply.  He couldn’t help but take a sucking, lingering lick of her soft neck.

“Uncle Tommy..!”  Madison squealed in faux protest, her hand reaching behind herself and running through his hair, her hips slowly gyrating all the while.  Thomas turned to see his niece watching avidly, slowly licking her lips before she bent over and took another hit with a quick, hard sniff.

“Oh, fuck…”  Taylor’s eyes practically rolled in the back of her head.

Madison picked up the mirror and bill, took another line herself and then twisted in Thomas’ lap, handing him the makeshift straw and holding the mirror out for him.  But just as he leaned forward, she tilted the mirror back towards herself, spilling some of the cocaine on top of her large tits.

“Whoops,” she lilted slyly.  Thomas tossed the bill to the side and buried himself in her expansive rack, sniffing and snorting, and stayed down in there for a few more licks and sucks.  When he came up for air, Madison promptly reached down, grabbing him the collar and began making out with him.

Christ, what a hot piece of ass, Thomas thought.  That Enhancin shit he gave Taylor and her friends really did the job, though it only gave them smoking hot bodies.  The sluttiness was all their own – Madison was reaching down now, undoing his belt and trousers.

She half stood up for a moment, long enough only to pull his manhood of his boxes.  Then she pulled her white panties to the wide and slowly lowered herself back down, impaling herself.

“Nnnnnngggh, fuck yes,” Madison murmured as she sat down fully on his cock, filling herself up.

“Fuck yes,” Thomas agreed.  He flung his head back, relishing the pleasure of the coke running through his system and a hot piece of ass grinding on his lap.  Madison was flexing her slim, strong thighs as she glided up and down in a measured but increasing tempo, with the expertise of an experienced stripper.

Taylor came around the desk and sat on top, facing him, and when Thomas opened his eyes, he was treated to the incredible view of his niece with her own thighs spread wide, panties also pushed to the side she fingered herself, getting off on watching her uncle fucking her skanky friend.  He greedily took in the view, those ice blue eyes wide and excited, her full lips slightly parted, her nice big tits threatening to burst out of that tight little blouse, her young blonde pussy dripping around two of her fingers.

Taylor paused for a moment, picking up the mirror, and took a third sniff, moaning louder than she did before.  She held the mirror out before Thomas, and he leaned over and sniffed up the remaining powder messily without the straw.  He felt his cock getting even harder when his niece set the mirror to the side and began fingering herself again while rubbing her nose.

Thomas was having an awesome lunch break.  He leaned back in his chair, occasionally reaching around to grab Madison’s tits, content to let her do all the work, but in his mind, it was Taylor’s titties he was feeling, his eyes fixed on her tight little snatch.  Good, what he wouldn’t give to stick his cock into that…

“Uncle Tommy?”

“Huh.”  He looked up to see Taylor gazing at him, a small smile on her sexy lips, and he knew that she knew exactly what he was thinking at that moment.

“I was wondering if I could have another favor, Uncle Tommy…”

“You girls just snorted up half my shit.”  Tommy somehow managed to sound annoyed even as Madison bounced up and down on his lap, starting to moan a little louder.

“No, a different favor.”

“Well, which one?”  He grunted as Madison’s tight little ass drove down to his balls, wiggling around a bit.

“Some more T&C pills..?”  Taylor asked sweetly, twitching a little as she ground her own thumb on her spot.

“Jesus, fuck, again?!  How much of that shit are you girls taking?!”  He yanked open a drawer and pulled out a blister pack of pastel blue and pink pills.  He held it up in his hand.

“You can have this.  If you take one now.”

“Seriously?”  A wide smile spread across Taylor’s face.  “You want to see it?

“Uncle Tommy, you are one sick fuck…” Her fingers started to move a little faster.

He tossed the blister pack over onto the desk, and Taylor withdrew her fingers, slowly sucking them clean before picking it up and popping a blue pill through the silver foil.  She stuck out her little pink tongue, taking the pill and swallowing it down.

“Thanks, Uncle Tommy,” she breathed, starting to finger herself again.  “It’s been so long…  I really need it…”

“You’re sure you’re not the twisted, sick fuck?”  Thomas asked, but his eyes were fixated on his niece's drooling, golden snatch nonetheless.

“I can feel it…”  Taylor breathed, ignoring him.  Her eyes slid shut as she began rubbing herself frantically, her voice going up a note with excitement.  “It’s been so long…  I need to feel it again…

“It’s coming…

Soon, soon…”

Taylor’s eyes were squeezed shut, her head bent over, blonde hair hanging in her face, her nose scrunched up in concentration.  Madison was rubbing her own clit as she bounced up and down on Thomas’ lap.

“Yea,” she panted raggedly. “Can’t wait…”

“It’s coming,” Taylor gasped, her blue eyes flying open, her beautiful face holding an expression of agonized anticipation.  “It’s coming..!

“Now..!"

Taylor let out a loud grunt as her clit engorged, bulging, then instantly exploded out into a huge, thick erect cock, wet and shining, as her hips bucked forward, her slit just below gushing thick, clear lubrication all over the tabletop.

“Awww yea,” Taylor groaning in a shuddering voice, immediately began stroking her newly emerged phallus, jacking herself off hard.  “Oh fuck, yes…”

Thomas’ cock was so erect it was aching.  He knew all about this drug, hell, it had practically doubled his bank account, but knowing wasn’t the same thing as seeing his smoking hot, college-aged niece grow a big hard dick and get off on it.  It was the most depraved, salacious shit he’d ever seen.

A moment later and it got even more debauched.  Madison leaned over and started sucking Taylor off.

“Mmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm,” Madison moaned around the mouthful of girl-cock, clearly having been equally needful for this as Taylor.

“Mmm, fuck,” Taylor snarled with lust, grabbing Madison by her trashy highlighted hair, shoving her head up and down in her lap.  “Yea… yea..

“Suck it, you whore.

“Goddamit, I haven’t felt this in so long…  getting my cock sucked…”

“Holy fuck…”  Thomas muttered, starting to drive his hips upwards erratically in his seat.  Seeing Taylor getting off so hard was driving him crazy.  She was moaning lewdly, driving her hips upwards as well, sliding in and out of Madison’s wet mouth, using her, fucking her face hard.

“Awww shit..!” Taylor’s cried out as Madison sunk three fingers inside of Taylor’s pussy, pumping in and out of her as she sucked her off, and Taylor groaned loudly in appreciation, throwing her head back, her delicate throat exposed, golden hair trailing behind her like a banner.

“Yea! Yea! Yea!”  Taylor spat through clenched teeth as she compulsively thrusted her hips, ramming her cock down Madison’s throat.  Madison herself was working up and down on Thomas’ lap like a piston, letting out a series of choked moans as drool ran down her slobbering, slack jaw.

Thomas’ was holding back with all of his might, the building pressure in his cock unbearable.  His balls were throbbing.  Knowing that his slutty little niece was feeling exactly of all these excruciating, incredible sensations right at this moment as well was mind-blowingly hot.

“I’m gonna..” Taylor choked out. “I can feel it…

“It’s gonna…

“My cock is gonna cum…”

She froze for a second, and then slammed into Madison’s face, holding it deep, then jerking back and slamming in again.

“Gonna squirt…

“All that thick, nasty cum...

“RIght in…

“Your trashy, whore mouth…”

Taylor had both hands on Madison’s head, slowly pulling her huge, erect shaft out inch by inch, as Madison sucked hard, cheeks hollowed, and then shoved it back in hard, throwing her head back grunting loudly as she released.

“Unnh!  Unnh!  Unnnn!”  Taylor groaned, doubled over, clutched Madison’s head, holding it on her crotch as she shook and twitched, unloading down Madison’s throat.

Thomas was cumming hard too in Madison’s tight little pussy, as she bucked and thrashed in ecstasy on his lap.  He was barely able to keep his eyes open, but he couldn’t miss this, watching his niece nut into her girlfriend’s mouth, the agonized look of bliss on her face, the way her massive tits shook as she twitched erratically.

Best lunch ever, Thomas decided.