Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 25

One of the guys pulled out and waited while the other one finished, cumming deep in her pussy. She moaned, feeling it, but not coming to. As soon as he was done, he was replaced, the last guy hammering her from behind as she lay slumped on the bed, her ass still in the air. Her pussy still spasmed, little jolts hitting and making her squirt again. Not as violently; more like aftershocks that trailed the seismic shift she'd just experienced. But they made her shake and mewl.

Her eyes remained open, staring blankly. She was catatonic. Even as she accepted one more thick load of sperm. Brandi was having trouble controlling her giddiness. It was all too easy.

She covered her with the musty comforter, and put a pillow under her head. Escorting their guests from the room, she reminded each on the way out that they'd be back at the club the following night, and gave them an invitation to come back to the hotel for a repeat afterward.

"Maybe you can find a few more guys," she called out into the wee morning hour. "I don't think she got enough!"

Turning out the light, she checked on her. She was sleeping, her cute snore making her smile. She bent down and actually kissing her on the forehead.

"I'm proud of you, Chris. You were awesome tonight. I love you."

Christina actually mumbled she loved her back, but didn't rouse. It was a subconscious thing.

Plopping down in her own bed, she was restless. She considered editing the videos she just took. Or the ones that Vinnie forwarded her from the club. Instead her thoughts ran in a totally different direction. Her mission was on track. The evidence lay in the bed next to her; a fertile hotwife filled with cum. Cum from the balls of virile black Gods. Instead of basking in the glow of making that happen again, she changed her focus. Attention deficit. Like the Eye of Sauron distracted by something calling it elsewhere.

She pulled up her email, and began typing on the keyboard of her phone. Her fingers flew as her thoughts got caught up fleshing out a new scenario... this time for her husband Scott.

Gabby,

Thank you for helping me yesterday. I know what you walked in on must have seemed traumatizing at first, but I needed you. As I said when I asked, I need someone to keep an eye on Scott (or Scarlett, as you've learned) to keep him in line. He's been testing my authority, and it's difficult to maintain any semblance of control over his urges from such a great distance.

I know we briefly discussed my own desires, and why I live separately from my husband. It's because his little boy penis isn't enough to satisfy all of my needs. He's incredibly gifted with his mouth, and I'm lucky to have him be attentive that way when we're together. But a woman has to have standards. In that regard, I'm sorry to hear that your beloved Randall is 'certainly average'. Again, I would never suggest that you cheat. I don't either. Scott knows what I do and why I do it; it's primarily because of his physical deficiency in the manhood department. But in the interest of offering you a clearer perspective, I'm attaching a short video of me, with a man I met this evening. It was glorious. I should warn you that it's not safe for work. Then again, your boss was caught in a very naughty predicament yesterday, so I'd say you're safe to have a look. What can he say? Haha.

I'd like your help again today. Scott knows he's going to be disciplined for being caught in the act yesterday. He's likely expecting it to happen this coming weekend when he flies down to visit me. However, I'm still going to be here in Vegas. There's plenty of men here like the one in the video making me cream like butter. I plan on offering a few more a chance to churn my pussy.

While he's in LA, Scott is required to do my cleaning, laundry and grocery shopping, as usual. But that means he won't be held accountable for his actions until two weeks after that, which is unacceptable. I would like you to do it for me. After all, you're the one that had to witness what he was doing. Again, I'm sorry.

When Scott arrives at work, I'd like you to ask to speak with him privately. Close the door. I'll leave it to your discretion whether you want to lock it or not. You may tell him you're getting direction from me, but I'd prefer it if you assert control yourself. He's been trained to respect women's authority. Tell him sternly that you're going to punish him, and ask for his belt. If he starts to balk, simply tell him he's doubled his total, and to assume the position. He'll know at that point he'll be getting twenty lashes instead of ten.

Wait until he's completely undressed. He'll get on all fours and put his ass up for you. Double the belt over and don't hesitate. Ten (or twenty) hard, firm strokes evenly spaced. Please don't take it easy on him. Expect him to bawl, but he will not scream out because of where you are. That will make the experience more intense for him. Crying is normal and is necessary for him to learn.

Once you're done, run your hands over his ass. Tell him what he did wrong, that you're proud of him owning his mistake. Be loving and tender, calming his crying. When you're done, he's going to be withdrawn for about a half hour to an hour. Leave him in office, but tell him he cannot get dressed yet. Tell him you'll check on him in two hours. Do not go in earlier. You might hear him whimper during that time. It might be a good idea to turn on some music to drown it out.

When you go in to check on him, sit in his chair. He'll likely be off in a corner, standing facing the walls. It's part of his discipline. I'd like to know if he doesn't do this. It would require a future reminder of my expectations. Scott understands that I might occasionally offer him to other people. Your taking control at the office from this point forward will be seen as you standing in my stead. He will obey you.

If you're seated, he will come to you to apologize. He will do this the way I expect him to. He will not speak. He will kneel in front of you and look for direction. I'll leave it up to you what you ask him to do l, but he's expected to please you. Again, he will obey. I'm offering you his oral talents, Gabby. Don't think of it as cheating. Think of it as solidifying your role in the change of the secretary/boss interaction. As I told you yesterday, you will be financially compensated for being his work Mistress. By the way, make him refer to you as Miss G. It's important.

Take advantage of his tongue, Gabby. I promise, he's going to make you cum like you never have before. Again, it's up to you, but you won't be sorry.

I'll be in touch. And thanks.

Love you!

Brandi

Hitting send before she could change her mind, she put away her phone. Closing her eyes, her smile faded, the internal struggle she'd had to fight practically her entire life coming to the surface once again. It always happened in the early morning hours, as she laid in bed waiting for sleep to come to her.

"Why the fuck am I such an evil fucking bitch," she sighed, actually thinking far darker things about herself.

She knew the reason. It was why sleep was always so elusive. She lay still, hearing every noise. The faint sound emanating from the room next door. The occasional vehicle passing by along the road that passed by the motel. The pings and creaks of the air conditioning unit going off and on, struggling to work to keep the room cool. A long, distant train whistle announcing its movement through the area. They rattled in her brain, and she processed each one, eliminating them as a threat.

Such was the life of a girl raised by what amounted to a racist sexual predator. Her father would attempt to have sex with her mother every night, beating her while doing it. In response she turned to alcohol and drugs to not only mask the pain, but she to attempt to stop his violence. She'd still get beaten often, but the rape he professed as normal love stopped. With that sexual outlet turning him off, he turned his lecherous attentions toward his adult teenage daughter. A daughter with the unfortunate luck to have the physical appearance of a woman in her late-twenties at the age of eighteen. The curse of developing early and being incredibly beautiful worked against her.

Lying on her back, her pussy and ass both tingled from the pounding she'd just experienced in her part of the gangbang. Her jaw ached from being forced wide to accommodate the girth of the cocks that had been shoved down her throat. It was in the twinges and the soreness that those nightmarish scenes easily came flooding back to her. She could imagine coming home after letting some older black man ravage her. The school janitor came to mind. With her father having already robbed her of her innocence, she threw herself into the world of sex with reckless abandon. She couldn't stop the things her old man was doing to her, fearful that he'd just turn his agression toward her younger sister, Jasmine. No. Instead she fought back using his backwoods, racist rhetoric against him. If he was going to force her to give him a blowjob, which he did practically every day, or crawl into bed with her and fuck her like he did a few times a week, it was going to happen on her terms. It was going to happen only after she'd had sex with a superior specimen than him physically. The blacker his skin, the more she craved whomever she'd set her desires on. She wanted the antithesis of the man that authored all of her pain and torment. It was what gave her the only glimmer of self-worth she could find on her own. She controlled her sexuality by knowing the men she was with before she'd be used at home at night would give him the heart attack she silently prayed would hit his chest each day if he found out. It gave her a percieved power over him.

As she lay in that motel room bed, the room ripe with the smell of sex, she listened for him. Her mind worked that way. Her body pulsed and hurt from the exertion she'd put out. That's what whores do. They put out, her entire body a playground available for men that checked off the boxes she deemed the most important. Ones that would inflict the most psychological damage on her father if discovered. The party over, her brain was telling her he would show up at the door uninvited and unannounced. He'd barge in, seeing her there. And he'd do the things he'd done all those years before; the nightly visit from the evil monster from outside Athens. Indeed, the Devil went down to Georgia, as the song proclaimed. She was his spawn.

As much as she wished and hoped he was dead, she knew he wasn't. She could feel it. Evil knows evil. She kiddingly told herself numerous times that she would have felt a disturbance in the dark side of the force if that were true. Because of that, even though he was for all intents and purposes already dead to her, she was always wary of his shadow lurking on her doorstep whenever she went to sleep.

"I'm a fucking bitch because he exists. I'd have better off never being born," she thought honestly of her lot in life. "I should have just killed him like I wanted to before I left town... then these thoughts in my head would have stopped, and I wouldn't be taking my life out on other people."

The melancholy that came with her self-loathing enveloped her like a warm blanket. It didn't offer her security. Instead it only pacified her anxiety. She wanted so much to be a good person; to love and to be loved. To the point she really thought having a baby could force her to change. That having to be a responsible adult would provide a valid reason to consider the consequences of her actions. She wanted a chance to break the cycle of her heritage. The fact that life had taken away her ability to have a child of her own was yet another cruel blow. One she was desperate to overcome. Christina lying next to her with a cunt full of cum was testament to that. She truly felt the things she was doing to manipulate her friend would be the last time she'd have to tap into her evil side. And she felt not only would Christina understand, she'd ultimately forgive her. After all, isn't that what good Christian girls do?

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Early Wednesday Morning, May 21st -- DAY 6

"You're saying the kids did all of this?. MY kids," Alex asked as he walked down the stairs from the loft bedroom suite in disbelief. He was looking around the pool house, which not only had the incredible contemporary decorating eye of Christina's furnishings and accoutrements, it now featured the personal flare of Maggie. The blend of the two was phenomenal. That only became more clear to him when Maggie told him she hadn't placed anything in the living area or her closet. That was all Tommy and Sarah respectively. Still, he wasn't sure he believed her.

"Mmmmm hmmmm," she moaned around Billy's cock, which happened to be fully down her throat at the time.

It had been a little over twenty-four hours since Billy had complimented the gorgeous redhead not on her looks, or her effervescent personality, or even her electric sexuality, but on her intellect, calling her in essence one of the smartest people he'd ever met. Feeling the sincerity in his cute quip, she drew on the aforementioned three factual traits, telling him displaying charm like that would earn him a blowjob the next day.

While she didn't get it in within the technical timeframe, the veiled promise wasn't forgotten. She just hadn't had an opportunity to pay off on it. With the scan of the fingerprints sent off, there wasn't much more any of them could do that night. With her having signed the lease agreement Alex had drawn up, and with her possessions all moved in, Maggie suggested they all head over to her place. She was excited about entertaining, thinking of it as christening the move to make it official.

It was in the midst of the initial tour that she offered two nuggets of information. One being that after a brief discussion of the responsibility she was giving each of the kids, they made all the decisions and did all the work on their own. The second was reminding Billy of his generous praise, and her quite serious intentions on how she was going to repay him. After all, she considered herself a woman of her word.

Understanding enough to acknowledge the budding romantic connection between him and Kalinda, Maggie actually asked her for permission first. The fact that they were all naked, having skinny dipped not long before, was going to make access a non-issue. But she didn't want to presume it was okay to just drop to her knees and start sucking his cock.

That seemed to surprise her. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Because he's your man."

Kalinda looked at Billy, who smirked sexily in return. "Are you my man, Bill?"

"You're my woman, so... yeah."

"God damn," she squealed happily.

"Is that a yes?" Maggie winked.

"Are you kidding? You got us to say out loud what we've been dancing around admitting for two days!"

"Is that a yes or a no? You can fuck Alex if you want."

"She can?" Alex responded, feeling like a piece of meat. Maggie gave him a very quick glance, conveying an entire one-way conversation without in an instant without words. He got the message. He never felt more loved. "Sure I can!"

In that flash of her green eyes, she let him know he belonged to her, and that while she was calling the shots when they were together, she intended to lead him toward the man he really wanted to be in the lifestyle he and his wife really wanted, if they had taken the time to talk about it before just jumping off the edge of the skyscraper and hoping they'd learn to fly. Maggie was giving him the green light to act upon his stag instincts. Ones she knew he had inside him; they just needed to be encouraged so they could flourish.

Instead of just jumping in head first, which he seriously considered, the idea of eating the exotic beauty's pussy almost too much to resist, he went with the cool, confident approach. It wasn't anywhere near his wheelhouse, but he was drawing his strength from the faith Maggie had in him. He could feel her pride and encouragement coursing through him. Taking Kalinda by the hand, he took her on a tour, pointing out things that weren't there before. Things that his children had basically created with their imagination and hard work.

Kalinda recognized some of the changes. She had after all spent the previous two nights there. But she'd been too busy fucking Billy to notice much of the surroundings. Alex was taking great pride in showing off what they'd done. And it gave Maggie a moment of privacy to start entertaining her first official guest.

Eventually Alex and Kalinda made their way upstairs, still holding hands.

"I'm sure you're familiar with the bed," he teased.

"Very. Maggie's a lucky woman to be living here. Her apartment was... well, I wouldn't have lived there."

"Really? She never said it was bad or anything. It certainly wasn't cheap."

"California is expensive."

"I know. But... the kids have been there. Neither one of them said anything."

"Because they have parents that taught them manners. They're too polite and respectful to say anything negative about something like that."

"They're kids, though. They...."

"Alex, it's a credit to you. I've watched them. I think they know they're lucky they come from a family that is financially stable. They also aren't boastful. They're pretty grounded. So no, they likely wouldn't tell you that Maggie lived somewhere unpleasant, because she never complained about it. She made the best of it. Being a single woman in Los Angeles? It's a hard life if you're trying to do it without roommates or a partner. Trust me, I know."

"Sounds like you two have talked."

"Enough that I thought I had her convinced to move in with me."

"Oh my God. I... I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. I know she loved being with me. Still does, sexually. But I'm smart enough to admit she isn't in to me like I am her. That's okay. And honestly, so much has changed in the last few days that... well, I don't want to bring you down."

"What are you talking about?"

"We're in the middle of this case. It's not even a case anymore. It's your life. It's your wife. It's hard to be too excited about what I feel for Bill, or Maggie's deserved good fortune with that as the backdrop. It feels wrong to be in a good mood when we don't know what's going on with Christina."

"Listen to you," he sighed.

"What?"

"Look, I appreciate the things you and Billy are doing. The effort you're making. Not just in trying to figure out what's going on with Christina, but in how you interact with Tommy and Sarah. I'll be forever grateful for that. But I'm smart enough to recognize that something good has to come out of this... thing I'm involved in. Maybe it's all nothing. Maybe she's okay, and I just have to ride out the week no matter how uncomfortable it is for me, and she and I will figure it out when she comes home this weekend. But there's no reason not to celebrate the positives. That includes you and Billy. Come here," he said as he led her toward the huge walk-in closet.

Entering, she let out a gasp. "Holy fuck."

"Well son of a bitch," he smiled and chuckled.

"If she really did this, I want Sarah to organize my closet!"

"That is a gift I did not know she had," he admitted. "But Maggie did, and she brought it out. That and a thousand other reasons are why this is right. I can't lose sight of the positives that will come out of this. None of us should."

"You're right. I know," she said as she looked around the closet. Alex moved up behind her, pressing his cock against the crack of her ass. She felt it begin to inflate, pushing herself against him. When he enveloped her in his arms, she cooed softly. "Mmm... you gonna give me that fucking your Mistress promised me?"