My Three Divas - An Eros Opera: The Interregnum
Copyright© 2021 by Da T Angel
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End?
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End? - It's the onset of COVID-19. I am Jean Henri Parma. I'm responsible for the Orient 3rd of the globe spanning business that my Great Grand Father started. This is a day in my life. This day will change the lives of: me, my life long love, my ex-wife, my paramour, my official office wife (w/benefits), a baby momma to be, my illegitimate daughter (& my aunt who is raising her), and a host of foils, friends, & others. What came before makes this day and this day makes what comes after.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial White Male White Female Oriental Female Indian Female Big Breasts Slow
(Friday Mid Morning, the 31st day of January 2020)
Jean-Henri is in the midst of his morning constitutional - fucking his Executive Assistant while she delivers his morning company business briefing.
Her Secretary in the meantime is supposed to be manning the phones, being door dragon, etc - anything but what she did next on this pivotal morning.
The Secretary knocks on the door, steps in to Jean-Henri’s office suite, and closes the door behind her. She then turns and locks the door and then turns back to face the in-coitus pair.
The Executive Assistant interrupts her briefing, boggled at the bogey that is her Secretary. Jean-Henri, while looking inquisitively at the Secretary, continues his coitus activity. A particularly emphatic thrust, changes the Executive Assistant’s expression from bewilderment to euphoric in an instant. With that hard deep drilled prompt, the Executive Assistant is reminded of who she is, where she is, when she is, and, most important for this when, what she should do next: “My Secretary ... ugh ... What brings ... ugh ... You here ... ugh... ?”
The Secretary answers the question but directs it to Jean-Henri: “Mr. Executive Director, the Senior Director for Acquisitions called to inform you that the WHO yesterday put out a worldwide advisory regarding an outbreak of a new SARS related virus and as a member of the crisis management team he is recommending that you activate ‘Case 1918’ immediately. He then requested that the call go otr; as per his request I paused the auto-record. He said to tell you -quote- Abuelo Tio Arthur said to get his ‘Jean-son’ out of Nanette so that SHE can make the calls necessary for our family business to survive what may be a genuine pandemic - we lost people in the first SARS outbreak and I want to minimize the damage to our people this go round; and, secondly, with all the blood that should be returning to his brain from that monstrous cock of his, he should immediately put in effect what ever contingency plan that he has for his zoo and then let me know what’s going on pronto! -end quote-.”
Jean-Henri sighs: “Well that settles that, I may be the de facto CEO but he is still my Grand Uncle... “ - he then begins to pull out.
The Executive Assistant grabs Jean-Henri’s glutes to forestall his disengagement and whines plaintively: “Can I at least finish the fucking briefing ... I didn’t get my end of briefing ‘job well done’ petit mal...”
At which the Secretary clears her throat and interrupts: “Ms. Executive Assistant, the Senior Director had a message for you if you insisted on continuing the ‘briefing’ -quote- tell that cunt, if she doesn’t let go of that dick that still lodge halfway up her twat, if I know the both of them and I do know that pair, so help me god I will come in that office and tan her hide with my belt, not my pledge paddle that she loves so dearly -end quote-; he told me to tell you using his words.”
The Executive Assistant groans, and says to Jean-Henri “Mr. Executive Director, will you please take your glorious ‘Jean-son’ out of my twat so that I can do as the Senior Director ordered.”
Jean-Henri starts to chuckle...
Which elicits a sharp inhalation from the Executive Assistant, breathy she utters: “Don’t do that Jean-Henri! If you make me lose control, I will screw what Abuelo Tio has said and risk the tanning to screw you! Now back out of my chatte slowly...”
Jean-Henri proceeds do what was requested of him as it was requested of him.
When his big little head finally audibly pops out, she exclaims: “Elvis has left the building. Damn! I remember, again, why I always prefer to be insensate when that happens.”
The Executive Assistant turns to her Secretary: “Are there any more messages that needs to heard in this room behind a locked door at this time?”
The Secretary, in a clear voice, replies: “No Ma’am”
The Executive Assistant then says: “Come, Danielle...”; as she goes to unlock and open the door.
As she ushers her Secretary through the door she continues loud enough for Jean-Henri to hear: “Let us leave his lordship, the heir, to tend to his assigned duties of taking care of his court and camp followers, his zoo as his Abuelo Tio calls it, whilst I do my job of taking care of his family’s company; and you, my most delicious oriental delight, do your job - which, for next few minutes, means taking care of me.”
The door is quietly closed with the Executive Assistant and her Secretary on the other side.
