Master of His Domain: Not a Television Euphemism
Copyright© 2021 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 3: The Smell of a Dead Parrot
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Smell of a Dead Parrot - Carl is stuck in a tech job with no future. Then his landlady "arouses" him to explore new options. He has a new partner and all 3 are naked in the spa. Then came four sisters and their Dad, after nude swims together at the lake. Microsoft fucks up. Great excitement as Carl builds a new business with the 4 sisters, with sex parties after work. Carl invents a high-profit new line of business and success is assured. A Drunken Frog. Antique PCs. Polyamory. Mature sex.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Historical Workplace Sharing Sister Niece Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex
At home, there was a note from his landlady: “Please come up, Carl, I will make you dinner, and then you can help me out with a new problem. Sally” He took time to shower and put on clean clothes. He picked up the mail, including envelopes addressed to “Dr. Sally Rossington.” Upstairs, he was admitted to Sally’s sweet-smelling kitchen.
“Thanks for coming up, Carl. Would you please set the table? The dishes and tableware are over there. “Sure, what’s cooking, Doc?” Sally rolled her eyes. “Table first, dinner second, questions third.”
Carl tucked in and enjoyed the home-cooked meal. After he bused the dishes, Sally said, “Before your questions, have a tasty morsel of my lemon meringue pie.”
“Yum! OK, Doctor of what, exactly?” “Education. I was a teacher, and then a principal.” “Really? What kind of school?” “Elementary, my dear Watson.” Carl grabbed his head and moaned.
“I walked right into that one. So, who are those people on the sideboard?” “Oh, that’s my brother Edward, and his daughters Helen, Teresa, Marianne, and Lisa. I’m their favorite Aunt.” “And their mother?” “Sadly, pancreatic cancer. But Ed has stepped up to be Super Dad.”
“And, if you don’t mind my asking, what about Mr. Dr. Rossington?” “Oh, Dale dumped me and took off with some floozy. Later, a bus ran him over and that was a mortal wound.”
“Besides Ed, I have another brother—but Jerry is kind of worthless. Which brings me to you. No dates, no children, not even a cat. But I know you can fix stuff. So, please go into my bedroom.”
“I beg your pardon?” “Don’t worry, just go in there and you’ll know what to do. First door on your left.”
Following instructions, he moved warily towards her bedroom. There was her big problem: a tower PC with a missing side cover and several obvious issues. A small CRT monitor with a green-only screen and a battered keyboard completed the wreckage.
“Let me guess, a gift from Jerry?” “Indeed.” “Do you have a fire extinguisher?” “Yes, in the kitchen.” “Please fetch it before I try waking this, uh, thing.“ After preparing the connections, he said, “Hold on to your butt.”
80286 BIOS© 1991 Rev. 0 1048576 KB OK Missing Operating System
Before the burning stench could get worse, he switched off and pulled the plug. The same with the CRT. “You ever watch Monty Python?” “The dead parrot sketch?” “Yes ma’am. All I can do is haul this mess to work—where they have recycling. It’s worth about $5 for all of it.”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.