Bab 1354: MAKE ME FEEL BETTER
Laura laid in her bed, the room nearly pitch black with the curtains drawn tight. Her clock read 3:48 p.m., but other than that, there was no way for her to tell whether it was night or day. She decided she wouldn't get up today. She just couldn't. Maybe tomorrow.
Laura had been saying "maybe tomorrow" for the past three weeks straight. She'd managed to hold it together through the news of the terrible car crash and the horrifying scene in the emergency room; through the somber doctors informing her and her brother that unfortunately they weren't able to save their parents, despite their best efforts; and even through the funeral, where dozens of sniffling relatives gave their deepest condolences.
But now that all of that was done, Laura was paralyzed. She didn't know how to function. She didn't know how to be in this house without them. She may have been twenty-one years old -- an adult -- but she felt like a scared little girl who just wanted her mom and dad.
Having her older brother Cole in the house should've been a comfort to her, but she'd barely spoken to him since the funeral. She couldn't speak to anyone. He'd mostly left her alone, allowing her to grieve in her own way. Cole would leave plates of food outside her door which she'd occasionally pick at, but mostly it went untouched. Laura just wanted to sleep. When she was asleep, she forgot how horrible she felt.
But that day, Cole must've decided he'd had enough of her wallowing. With a loud knock on her door, Cole entered Laura's room before she could tell him to go away.
"Come on. Get up," Cole said, ripping open the curtains. The afternoon sun suddenly flooded the room, hurting Laura's eyes. She pulled the covers up over her head.
"Cole, leave me alone please," she mumbled.
"Laura, you can't keep doing this," he said. "You aren't taking care of yourself. You need to shower, eat, go outside. You need to do something." When Laura didn't reply, Cole grabbed her comforter and yanked it out of her grasp and off the bed. Laura sat up angrily.
"Stop telling me how to deal with this!" She shouted. On some level, Laura realized his concern was very reasonable, but she wasn't in the mood. She just wanted him to go away.
"You know this happened to me too, right?" Cole asked, crossing his arms. "And I'm managing to function without locking myself in my room."
"Congratulations," Laura said. "Now get the fuck out of my room." Cole's face switched from angry to exasperated. He sighed, walked over to the bed, and perched himself on the edge.
"I don't want to fight," he said. "I'm worried about you. We used to talk all the time, Laura. We can talk about this, too."
"I don't want to talk to you!" Laura spat at him. "I hate you! Just get out!" She didn't hate him. Not at all. But she'd rather scream and get him to go away than talk about her real feelings.
"Laura--" She didn't let him finish. She reached out and gave him a hard shove. Cole was caught off-guard and he wobbled a bit, nearly falling off the bed, but he was still too big for Laura to overpower him.
"Seriously?" He asked. "You really want to treat me like this when I'm all you have left?" The horrible truth of that statement sunk in, and tears immediately filled Laura's eyes. She'd been doing such a great job at holding it all in. But not anymore.
"You're all I have left, and I hate it," Laura wailed. The tears were streaming down her cheeks now. She started trying to shove him off the bed again. "Just get OUT!" Cole, anger in his eyes, grabbed both of her wrists and pushed Laura back down onto the bed. His strength startled her. He had her pinned down. She couldn't move if she wanted to.
"Trust me, you're no picnic either," he hissed at her, bringing his face close to hers. Laura could see the tears forming in his eyes as well. "And I don't know what the fuck we're going to do without them." He took a deep, steadying breath. "But we have to at least try and move on." That sent Laura into another burst of hysterics, her breathing ragged as she struggled to take in air through all the sobbing.
"Jesus Christ, Laura," Cole said, shaking her. "Stop. Just stop!" Laura couldn't. She kept crying, kept struggling against the iron grip he still had on her wrists...until suddenly she felt her brother's mouth on hers. Her eyes shot open and the crying stopped instantly as if someone had flipped a switch. Laura was in shock as Cole kissed her deeply, not turning away but not returning the kiss either. After a minute, he pulled back and looked at the dumbfounded expression on her face.
"Fuck," he whispered, wiping at his watery eyes. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. I..." Cole trailed off, not knowing what the hell to say. What could possibly explain that?
Laura knew she should be horrified, but instead she felt warm all over. She realized she liked the weight of Cole on top of her. She liked the completely inappropriate but loving gesture. She liked the connection that one could only share with family.
She liked feeling any and every emotion other than complete despair.
"Don't be," Laura said quietly. Cole was still frozen in place, hovering above her. "It actually helped me feel a little better." Cole's eyebrows furrowed now, a dark confusion clouding his face. He obviously had no clue how to respond to that.
"Cole," she said gently, putting her arms around him. She slowly parted her legs, so Cole was now resting comfortably between them. "Make me feel better."
Her brother didn't move, still not wanting to believe what she was asking. So Laura leaned up and kissed him again. After a few moments, Cole returned the kiss, his tongue darting into Laura's mouth. He leaned into his sister, pushing her head back into the pillows. Cole's hands released her wrists and traveled up her shirt, grabbing ahold of her bare breasts. Laura had always been big-busted, gifted with naturally perky 34D's -- and by the way Cole's hands groped her chest, Laura knew he must've been imagining feeling her up for a while. He started playing with her nipples, and when he tweaked one just a little too hard, Laura moaned into their kiss.
Cole pulled away so he could remove both their shirts. He hungrily stared at Laura's tits before bending over her and taking one in his mouth. Laura wrapped her legs around her brother's ass and ground her hips upward against his. She could feel his erection straining through his jeans, and as she continued her thrusts, Cole started moaning against the breast in his mouth and dry humping her back.
"Come on," Laura panted, reaching down to undo his pants. Cole sat up and removed them with slightly shaking hands. The boxers came off too and soon her brother was completely naked, his rock hard dick standing at full attention. Laura's eyes widened at the size of it. She'd had no idea her brother had been packing that all these years.
In one fluid motion, Cole pulled down Laura's sweatpants and underwear. He stared down at his sister's nakedness, his eyes hovering over her obviously wet entrance. Cole laid back down on top of her and his fingers probed at her pussy, until he finally plunged two inside.
"Uhhhh," Laura moaned, bucking up against his fingers.
"You're so fucking wet," Cole said as he continued to finger fuck her. He added a third, stretching her in preparation for his thick dick. Laura was a little nervous -- she'd had sex several times before, but always with some idiotic, small-dicked college guy who didn't care about her and finished in thirty seconds.
This was going to be very different.
Cole started to grind the heel of his hand against Laura's clit as his fingers continued to slide in and out of her. And after one particularly strong thrust upwards, Laura felt the wave of a powerful orgasm wash over her. She cried out as she felt herself clenching around her brother's fingers.
"Shit," Cole breathed with hungry eyes, clearly turned on by making his sister cum.
"I want you inside me now," Laura said, leaning up to kiss him again. Cole didn't waste any time. He quickly pulled out his fingers and shoved his entire dick into her with a loud grunt.
"AHHHHhhh," Laura cried out, tightening her arms around her brother. Cole wrapped his arms around Laura, too, and pounded into her, stretching her more than she'd ever been before.
"You're so tight," he grunted as he continued his thrusts. "I don't know how long I'm gonna last."
"It doesn't matter," Laura panted out, her hips rising to meet his. The headboard banged against the wall and the mattress squeaked as Cole slammed into her. The sound of their heavy breathing and skin slapping together filled the room. Laura's big breasts bounced with every thrust, and Cole took one of her nipples between his teeth a bit gently.
"Fuck," Laura whispered, closing her eyes. A second orgasm was quickly building.
"Do you want me to pull out?" Cole asked as the speed of his thrusts picked up considerably. He was clearly getting close. He was starting to get a little rough and reckless, each stroke feeling equally painful and pleasurable. Laura knew she was going to be sore for days.
"No," Laura replied. She wasn't on birth control but right now she didn't care. Cole was her brother. She loved him. She trusted him. In her mind, there was nothing to be afraid of. "Cum inside me."
Those words alone sent Cole over the edge. With a loud grunt, Cole tensed up against his sister and unloaded inside her. Laura could feel every hot rope of cum filling her up. As her brother's thrusts weakened, he reached down and played with Laura's clit, which finished her off too. She let out a quiet scream and bucked upwards, her tight walls milking the rest of what her brother had to offer.
The two collapsed into the bed, a panting, sweaty, wet mess. Cole gave Laura another kiss before pulling out and rolling off of her. She could feel his sperm dripping out of her, running down her inner thighs. The two laid side by side in silence for a bit, not knowing what to say, but also not needing to say anything. Eventually, Cole reached for Laura's hand.
"I don't hate you," Laura whispered. "I love you."
"I know," Cole said. "I love you, too. And we're gonna get through this."As the clock turned to 10:00, Hannah quickly got up from her desk and started gathering her things.
"Someone's in a hurry," Deputy Foster remarked as she headed for the door. Hannah sighed; she wanted to make a quick escape. Ever since she and Kyle Brooks had sex in the holding cell three nights ago, she'd been extremely jumpy around Foster. She was pretty certain he knew nothing, but Hannah was worried anyway.
"I'm just really ready for my day off," Hannah said. Foster stared at her for a minute before a smirk crept up on his lips.
"Have a nice night," he said. Hannah swore she saw a dangerous glint in his eyes, but she shook her head and walked out to the parking lot. She needed to stop being so paranoid.
Hannah was almost to her car when she suddenly saw a dark figure standing beside it. Her heart rate kicked up and she went for her gun, but then she recognized the man.
"Jesus," she said, relaxing her arm. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Hey, Hannah," Kyle said, stepping under a streetlight so she could see his face. "Not the friendliest greeting, but I'll take it." He had that annoying grin on his face.
"What do you want?" Hannah had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Sure, she'd ended up enjoying their encounter, but she had no interest in another. Kyle was bad news.
"I want the same thing you do," he said, taking a step closer to her. "Why don't we go back to your place?" Hannah laughed out loud.
"You have some nerve," she said. "Look, I only did that so I wouldn't get fired. I'm not interested."
"I kind of thought we had a connection," Kyle said with a frown.
"Goodnight," Hannah said, going for her car door.
"Hannah, wait." Kyle grabbed her arm and Hannah immediately yanked it away. Kyle sighed.
"I didn't want to have to tell you this." He pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"Tell me what?" Hannah asked, her stomach feeling queasy again. In response, Kyle handed her his phone. Hannah squinted at the screen, and sure enough, she was staring at a slightly grainy video of Kyle fucking her in the holding cell.
"What the ..." she breathed quietly. She looked up to him. "How the fuck did you get this?!" Hannah knew there were surveillance cameras in the holding cell, but the footage was only reviewed if there was some kind of incident. No one would've checked the tapes from the other night, unless...
"Me and Paul, we're friends," Kyle said, looking down at the ground. "I, uh, I didn't get arrested the other night. Paul left us alone on purpose. I was supposed to get you in the cell - get you to slip up so he could get you fired." Hannah stared at him and her hands started shaking like crazy. She tried to speak, but no words came out.
"He just wanted video proof of you breaking protocol," Kyle explained. "The, uh...the rest wasn't planned. I just kind of threw it out there. I didn't think you'd actually take me up on it."
"Then why haven't I been fired yet?" Hannah asked, her voice shrill. She was holding back tears. "Foster wanted me gone and he has more than enough to tank my career. So why am I still here?"
"He liked the video," Kyle said quietly. "He has a new idea now. Paul wants us to make another one - a higher quality one, with sound."
"No fucking way," Hannah said, anger replacing the tears now.
"If we don't, he's gonna show this video to the sheriff," Kyle said. "You'll be fired."
And completely humiliated, thought Hannah. She leaned her head back against her car. She wanted to cry again.
"God, I hate him," Hannah said quietly as more tears fell down her cheeks. The idea of Foster concocting this plan to get her fired, then presumably getting off on the footage of Kyle fucking her...it was too much to handle.
"For what it's worth, Hannah, I'm sorry," Kyle said gently. "When I agreed to do this, I didn't know...I didn't know that I'd end up liking you. I don't want to make this second video, either. But I don't want to get you fired -"
"Fuck you," Hannah said, wiping her eyes. She hated Foster. She hated Kyle. But mostly she hated herself. She never should've broken protocol in the first place and gone into Kyle's cell. Yes, the guys set her up. But she took the bait like a fucking idiot.
Hannah and Kyle stood in silence for a few minutes.
"So, what's it gonna be?" Kyle finally asked. Hannah took a deep breath and unlocked her car.
"Get in," she said
***
The second Hannah and Kyle got to her apartment, Hannah grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured herself a healthy glass. She gulped it down and coughed.
"You want any?" She asked him.
"Maybe a little." Hannah poured Kyle a glass and he sipped at it. The two sat on the couch.
"How can you be friends with him?" Hannah asked him, the booze in her system making her bolder now. "How are you okay with this?"
"Hannah, I'm not okay with it." Kyle shook his head. "I didn't know what I was getting into, okay? I just thought I was helping out a buddy. But, like I said, I ended up liking you. And now we're stuck."
"You don't like me," Hannah said. "You don't know anything about me. You just liked fucking me. And don't act like you're just as against doing this as I am. I bet you're thrilled." Kyle looked a little wounded as he sipped his drink.
"How old are you, anyway?" Kyle asked. There was a softness in his green eyes.
"Twenty-two," Hannah said.
"God," he said, shaking his head. "When Paul told me about you, he made you sound like some uptight old lady who was making his life hell. Why does he want to fuck with your job so bad? You're so young."
"Yeah, but I'm old enough to get naked on camera, aren't I?" She shot back. Hannah poured out one more shot of vodka and downed it. "Let's get this over with."
Hannah and Kyle moved into the bedroom. Hannah dug out the camera she'd used for a film class in high school, and they set up the tripod in front of the bed.
Kyle started taking off his clothes, and Hannah was reminded how much she'd loved his toned, tanned body. A light dusting of hair covered his chest. God, she might have even fucked him again after all - but these circumstances made her sick.
Hannah went to take off her clothes, but Kyle stopped her.
"Wait," he said, grabbing the camera. "He wants...he wants video of that."
"He gave you a fucking checklist?" Kyle grimaced.
"Just a few things. Nothing extreme." Hannah was about to ask him to elaborate, but she decided she didn't want to know.
She stepped in front of the camera and slowly pulled off her shirt, doing her best to put on a show. Her jeans came off next; she turned her back to the camera and shimmied out of them, sticking out her ass.
"Fuck," Kyle said softly. "Stay bent over like that when you take off the panties." Hannah complied, sliding off her underwear slowly. She grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks, giving the camera a good look at everything. Hannah heard Kyle let out a small moan. And despite the horrible circumstances, she felt strangely proud of herself for turning him on so much. The alcohol certainly helped take the edge off. Hannah was feeling very tipsy and pretty damn horny.
She stood and faced the camera once again, unhooking her bra. She ran her hands over her naked breasts, which made Kyle put the camera back on the tripod and rush over to her. His dick was already rock hard.
"Hey," he whispered in her ear. Kyle wrapped his arms around Hannah's waist and pulled her naked body tightly against his. "It's just us, okay? Don't think about him." Hannah nodded before bringing her mouth to his. Kyle kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers. Hannah reached down and stroked his dick as they kissed. She felt Kyle moan into her mouth.
He backed her up towards the bed and pushed her down onto it. Kyle laid on top of Hannah and brought his mouth to her breast. His tongue flicked over her hard nipple before he took her entire tit into his mouth. Hannah put her hand in his thick hair and held him against her chest. While Kyle's mouth was busy, he slipped a hand between her legs.
"Ohhhhh," Hannah moaned in surprise as Kyle rubbed her clit. She could feel and hear her own wetness as Kyle slid his fingers inside her. He pumped into her for several minutes before removing his mouth from her breast and sliding down the bed. Kyle got on his knees, grabbed Hannah's legs and pulled her closer to him. He hooked an arm under each thigh and brought his mouth to her pussy.
"Holy shit," Hannah gasped sharply as Kyle's mouth worked between her legs. His tongue was all over the place - touching her clit, licking her lips, plunging inside her pussy. Hannah's heart was racing as she started bucking her hips against Kyle's face. He reached a hand up and roughly grabbed one of her tits as he continued French kissing her lower lips.
"Ahhh, ahhhh, AHHHH," Hannah cried out as she felt the orgasm wash over her. She collapsed onto the bed, panting, as Kyle's tongue cleaned up the wetness between her legs. Hannah slowly sat up and Kyle sat on the bed next to her.
"Was that on the list?" She whispered into his ear. She found it hard to believe Foster would care about her own pleasure. Kyle kissed the side of her head.
"No," he said with a little smile. He got up and grabbed the camera.
"Sorry, but..." He looked down to his own hard dick. Hannah internally sighed. She'd been expecting this. Hannah walked over to Kyle and dropped to her knees. She gave his shaft a few licks before taking him into her mouth. Kyle let out a long sigh.
"Look up at the camera, sweetheart," he said. Hannah looked up and took as much of Kyle's dick as she could before gagging. She knew that wasn't going to be good enough for the video, though. And sure enough, Kyle brought his hand to the back of Hannah's head and pulled her flush against him.
"UUULLKK." Hannah gagged loudly at the sudden intrusion. She tried to pull back, but Kyle held her there firmly, her nose buried in his pubic hair and his balls resting on her chin. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he loosened his grip, allowing Hannah to back up. But before she could pull off completely, Kyle's hand was back on her head and he was thrusting hard into her mouth. Hannah felt tears forming in her eyes as she continued to gag on Kyle's thick dick.
"UHHhhh," he moaned as he fucked her face. "It's so hot when you choke on my dick."
He finally relented and let go of her head. Hannah pulled back and fell onto her ass, sucking in deep lungfuls of air. Kyle secured the camera back on the tripod and offered her a hand. She glared at him but took it. Kyle pulled her against him and grabbed her ass.
"I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear.
"Just stop saying that," Hannah whispered back. "It is what it is." Hannah really wanted him to quit apologizing because she was starting to believe that he really meant it. She was starting to believe that maybe he really was a reluctant participant in all of this. And she couldn't let herself believe that.
"What's next?" She asked him.
"He wants to see doggy," Kyle said. His voice went back to a whisper. "But I figured we could pick how we finish."
"What position do you think he'd hate the most?" Hannah asked him. A grin appeared on Kyle's face.
"Definitely cowgirl. Which, coincidentally, is my favorite." Hannah returned the grin before getting on her hands and knees on the bed.
Kyle grabbed her hips, and Hannah had a rush of deja vu from the holding cell. He slapped her ass again, but harder than last time. When she didn't cry out, Kyle hit her again - this time, it really stung, and Hannah let out a squeal. Kyle stopped, which told her that was something else Foster requested.
What a sick son of a bitch, she thought bitterly. She didn't think about Foster much longer though - Hannah cried out again as Kyle shoved himself inside her. He'd plunged his entire length inside, and Hannah could feel his balls resting against her lips.
"You're so fucking big," Hannah grunted as Kyle pumped into her.
"But you love it, you little slut," he replied, slapping her again. She let out a yelp on cue. Hannah was getting good at figuring out what was Kyle and what was Foster, and was getting even better at playing along.
"Yes," she gasped in an exaggerated high voice. "You can fuck me anytime, any way you want. My pussy belongs to you." She heard a low moan come out of Kyle, and Hannah knew her words were really turning him on.
Kyle put a hand between her shoulder blades and gave her a hard shove. Hannah's arms buckled as she was pushed down onto the bed. Kyle started fucking her even harder as she laid there helpless, ass stuck up in the air.
After a few more minutes, Kyle pulled out of her with a wet-sounding pop. He sat next to her and laid down on his back.
"You ready to ride, cowgirl?" He asked with a smile. Hannah leaned over and kissed him before straddling him backwards. Facing the camera, Hannah lifted her hips and lined Kyle's dick up at her opening. She grunted as she slowly impaled herself on his shaft.
"Uhhhnnn," Kyle moaned as she sank down onto him. When Hannah had taken his whole dick inside of her, she paused for a minute, getting used to his size again. She gyrated her hips before slowing moving up and down on his dick.
"Shit," Kyle said loudly as he laid there. Hannah increased her speed and started bouncing up and down on him, moaning as his dick slid in and out of her.
"Fuck me, Hannah," Kyle growled. "Fuck me as hard as you can." Hannah picked up the pace even more and started moaning like a pornstar as she rode Kyle. Kyle's hips started bucking up, and suddenly he sat up, wrapping his arms around Hannah. One hand grabbed her breast and the other went to play with her clit.
"Oh my GOD," Hannah shouted as Kyle's fingers took her over the edge. She felt herself clamp down around his dick, and that finished off Kyle as well.
"FUCK," he shouted, tightening his hold on Hannah as he came. He continued to buck up into her as he shot rope after rope of cum inside her.
Breathless, Hannah leaned back against Kyle's solid chest. They sat there for a while, still connected, trying to recover. Hannah managed to get off his dick and roll onto her side. Kyle fell back against the pillows and caught his breath before getting up and grabbing the camera. He stopped recording and settled back onto the bed.
"Wanna see how it turned out?" Hannah nodded and sat up, moving closer to Kyle. She rested her head on his shoulder as he rewound the video and started it from the beginning.
"Shit," Hannah said when they'd finished it. She looked up at Kyle. "That was really hot."
Kyle nodded silently in agreement, and Hannah noticed he'd started to get hard again. Hannah wrapped her arms around Kyle and rested her head on his chest. He put down the camera and held her. And in that moment, Hannah realized she'd forgotten all about Foster and why they made the video in the first place. She'd gotten lost in Kyle. She liked him - she wanted him, despite the messy, complicated reasons they'd gotten together in the first place.
Hannah reached down and grabbed Kyle's half-hard dick, slowly pumping it in her hand. She felt him tense up.
"Whatcha doin'?" He asked. Hannah looked up at him.
"No deals, no blackmail, no videos, no one else - I want us to fuck just because we want to." Kyle's confused face slowly morphed into a smile.
"Well giddy-up, cowgirl, let's ride again."It'd been two weeks since Hannah and Kyle made the video for Foster, and with each day that passed, Hannah was getting more confused.
Kyle confirmed he'd given it to Foster and he loved it. So why hadn't Foster said anything to Hannah yet? Demanded more footage? She was relieved...but she couldn't let her guard down.
As Hannah sat at her desk, staring at the back of Foster's head and letting her anxious mind run wild, her phone rang. When she saw the name on the screen, she rushed outside to answer it.
"Hey."
"Hey, sweetheart." Hannah's heart fluttered and she couldn't help but smile. "We still on for dinner tonight?"
"Yeah, definitely," Hannah replied. "I'm done at six."
"Perfect," Kyle said. "I'll pick you up at seven." Hannah ended the call and stood outside for a minute.
She and Kyle had been seeing each other ever since they made the video - dinner dates, drinks, sex. Hannah knew it wasn't a good idea, and she still fully didn't trust Kyle, but she couldn't seem to stay away from him.
It was almost time to head out for the day, and Hannah stopped into the bathroom. But when she opened the door to leave, she jumped when she came face to face with Foster. He was standing in the doorway, blocking her exit.
"Hey, Perry." Foster forced his way into the bathroom and locked the door. Hannah took three big steps back, her heart already racing.
"What the hell, Foster? Get out of here." He walked towards her, forcing Hannah's back against the wall. Foster got so close she could feel his breath on her cheek.
"I just wanted to tell you how much I liked your video." He put his hand on her shoulder and ran his fingers down her arm. Hannah roughly grabbed his hand.
"I'm glad," she said through gritted teeth. "But I won't be making any more." Hannah was trying to put on a tough girl act, but she didn't know if she'd be willing to see if Foster would follow through on his threat and get her fired.
"I don't want any more videos," Foster said. Hannah let out a small sigh of relief.
"I want a front row seat this time," he said with a sneer. Hannah's heart stopped.
"No way," she said firmly.
"Perry." Foster brought his hand to her cheek in an almost gentle manner. "You know you have to. Don't think I won't fuck up your career if you turn me down."
Hannah tried to hold in the tears.
"Front row seat, meaning...?"
"Meaning I just watch you and Kyle go at it."
"So you don't wanna participate?" Hannah narrowed her eyes at him, not believing this was all he wanted.
"Nah," he said. "Well, not that much anyway." Foster moved his hand and put two fingers against Hannah's lips. Without warning, he pushed them hard into her mouth. Hannah tried to pull back, but she just ended up bumping her head on the wall.
"Uhhh." Foster pressed his hips against Hannah's body as he slipped his fingers in and out of her mouth. It took everything in Hannah not to bite down, hard.
"I love seeing you with your mouth full," he whispered. Foster removed his fingers and wiped them on Hannah's cheek.
"You're coming home with me. I'll let Kyle know the plan."
***
Hannah had refused to speak for the entire ride to Foster's house. He'd taken her phone, leaving her unable to warn Kyle. Hannah was worried - she didn't trust that Foster wasn't going to fuck her. The idea of this unattractive, evil man inside her made her sick.
When they arrived, Foster ushered her into his house. He'd barely shut the door before he turned to Hannah, a frightening glint in his eye.
"Take off your clothes." Hannah crossed her arms.
"No way. I'm not stripping for you."
"You liked doing it for me on camera," Foster said. He walked towards her and undid a few buttons on her shirt. Hannah tried not to flinch.
"I wasn't stripping for YOU," she said. Foster paused and looked up at her before his face twisted into a smirk.
"Holy shit," he said. "You like Kyle, don't you?" Hannah looked away, refusing to make eye contact with him.
"I can't wait to make you squeal." Foster undid the rest of her buttons and yanked her shirt off. In a second, he had her bra unhooked and he pulled that off of her as well. Foster grabbed at Hannah's naked breast.
"Who would've thought you had these under your uniform?" Foster continued to fondle Hannah as she stood there. He pinched her nipples, hard, and she let out a tiny cry of pain.
Foster undid her pants next, and yanked them and her underwear down at the same time. He pushed his hand between her legs and rubbed roughly at her pussy entrance.
"You said you were just gonna watch," Hannah said, shoving his hand away.
"I'm just getting you warmed up," Foster said. He went to finger her again, and Hannah slapped his hand away again.
"So that's how it's gonna be?" Lightning fast, Foster grabbed her arms and spun her around. He forced her wrists together and pulled out his cuffs.
"Ow!" Hannah screamed as he roughly tightened the cuffs - they were already cutting off her circulation. When she was restrained, Foster slapped her bare ass, hard. She cried out again.
"Get on the couch," he growled. Hannah couldn't stop the tears from coming this time. Foster slapped her ass even harder when she didn't comply.
"Okay!" Hannah yelled. She sat down on the couch.
"Spread your legs," Foster said. She did as he asked.
Foster sat down next to Hannah on the couch. He brought his mouth to her right tit as he shoved two fingers inside Hannah.
"AHH!" Hannah cried out at the sudden intrusion. Foster bit her nipple as he pumped his fingers into her, hard and fast. His aggressiveness shocked her body, and it compensated by lubricating his assault.
"Look how wet you are," Foster said. "You uptight bitches are always secret sluts."
"Please stop," Hannah begged. She was sure now that Foster intended to rape her. He probably never even invited Kyle over. And right about now, Kyle was thinking that Hannah stood him up for dinner.
"Why do you want me to stop?" Foster asked, adding a third finger. "You're scared I'm gonna make you cum?"
Hannah could only sit there as Foster continued to finger fuck her. Try as she might to ignore it, she felt an orgasm slowly building inside her.
Foster brought his mouth to Hannah's and shoved his tongue inside. Hannah wasn't sure how long this attack had been going on for, but when Foster's thumb brushed against her clit, she involuntarily jerked her hips up against his hand. Hannah came, hard. She felt her pussy clenching around Foster's fingers.
"UUUUHhhhh," she yelled, pulling back hard from Foster's kiss. He laughed as he watched her body contract with pleasure.
"Well, I think you're all warmed up now," he said. Foster pulled his fingers out of Hannah's pussy and shoved them into her mouth. Hannah whimpered as she had to suck her juices off Foster's fingers.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Foster asked. He pushed Hannah onto her back on the couch and started to undo his belt.
But before Foster could undress, an urgent knock sounded on his front door. Hannah's head snapped towards the sound. Foster froze, and redid his belt.
"Don't even think about it," he warned her. Foster went to the door and opened it a crack.
"Hey, man," Foster said, trying and failing to come off casually. "What's up?"
"Hey, I was wondering if you saw Hannah leave the station tonight?" Relief flooded through Hannah. Kyle. "We had plans, but she's not at her apartment and she's not answering her phone."
"Yeah, I saw her leave," Foster lied. "Weird that you can't get a hold of her."
"KYLE!" Hannah shouted as loudly as she could. "HELP!" Foster's head whirled towards her, anger in his eyes. But that didn't last long as Kyle shoved past Foster into the house. His eyes locked with Hannah's and he looked horrified as he saw her naked and handcuffed on the couch.
"Jesus Christ." Kyle looked back to Foster. "What the fuck?!"
"Calm down, Kyle," Foster said casually. "We were just having a little fun."
"No we weren't," Hannah said.
"Paul, this is fucked up," Kyle said, his face getting red with anger. "Let her go!"
"Sure," Foster said with a shrug. "But that means tomorrow I'll give that video to the Sheriff."
"Are you really gonna use that fucking video to torture her forever?" Kyle asked.
"Look, I'm a reasonable guy," Foster said. "And it's clear you two have something going on. So, Kyle, why don't you fuck her right now? I'll watch, then I'll let her go. I won't touch her anymore."
Kyle stared at him, mouth hanging wide open.
"You're sick," he said. Foster shrugged.
"If you don't fuck her, I will. And something tells me she'd rather it be you." Kyle looked from Foster to Hannah.
"Let's just do it, Kyle," Hannah said, frustratedly. "I just wanna go home."
"Fine," Kyle breathed. "But you don't touch her," he said sternly to Foster. "And take the fucking cuffs off."
"Cuffs stay on," Foster said. Kyle sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"Can you give us a minute?" Kyle asked. "I can't really perform under pressure like this."
"Perry can help you out," Foster said simply. "Get on your knees and get him hard," Foster said to Hannah. She slowly sat up and slid off the couch. Hannah was in so much pain from the cuffs - her wrists felt raw, and her arms were bent at an uncomfortable angle. But she was just so damn relieved Kyle showed up when he did.
Kyle looked just as upset as Hannah felt, but he slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. He was already a little hard. Kyle looked away from Hannah, ashamed that he was turned on by this. Hannah stared at him until he made eye contact. She tried to silently signal that it was okay.
She brought her mouth closer to Kyle's dick and took him in her mouth. Since he wasn't at full attention yet, Hannah was able to take almost all of him fairly easily. As Hannah bobbed up and down, she could feel Kyle growing in her mouth. She gagged and pulled back a few inches to accommodate his size. Kyle stood there, softly moaning, letting Hannah do her thing.
"You call this a blowjob?" Foster asked. "Jesus, Kyle. Show her who's boss." Foster marched over, got behind Hannah and pushed her forward, forcing Kyle's whole dick into her mouth.
"UUUULLLKKK." Hannah gagged violently, but Foster held her in place. He stood right up against her, crotch resting on the back of her head, and Hannah could feel his erection through his pants.
"FUCK," Kyle gasped. He started thrusting into Hannah's mouth as Foster held her still.
"Yesssss," Foster moaned. He started rocking his hips against the back of Hannah's head as Kyle fucked her throat. She felt like she couldn't breathe.
"Okay," Foster said, finally releasing Hannah. "We don't want the fun over too soon." She fell onto the ground coughing, still helpless thanks to the cuffs. Kyle's dick was huge and hard, glistening with saliva.
Foster hauled Hannah to her feet, then forced her over the arm of the couch. Her ass was sticking up in the air and her face was buried in the cushions.
"Go for it," Foster said to Kyle, gesturing towards Hannah. While Kyle positioned himself behind Hannah, Foster shed his pants and started stroking himself. Hannah got a good look at his dick. It wasn't as long as Kyle's, but it was thicker - a short, stubby, angry-looking dick. It was ugly.
Hannah felt Kyle grab her hips and slide the head of his dick up and down her entrance, spreading her wetness around. Hannah turned her head away from Foster and looked towards the back of the couch instead. Much better. Kyle reached under her and gently rubbed her clit. Hannah let out a small moan. He leaned over her and brought his mouth to her ear.
"Remember. It's just us, sweetheart." Hannah nodded, hoping Kyle would fuck her so good she'd forget Foster was right there watching.
"Ooooohhhhh," Hannah gasped as Kyle slowly slid inside her. He grunted as he forced his length into her tight pussy.
"Ohhhh yeah," Foster moaned, pumping his dick harder as he watched. "Slap her ass, Kyle. Make her scream." Kyle hesitated for a few seconds but brought his hand to Hannah's bare cheek. She let out a small squeal.
"Harder," Foster demanded. Kyle hit her again, and this time it hurt.
"Ahhh!" Hannah cried out. Kyle started some slow thrusts, trying not to be too rough with her.
"Perry, look at me," Foster said. Hannah sighed before turning her head the other way. Foster had made his way closer to the couch and was standing right beside her, hard dick inches from her face. Hannah looked up into his eyes as Kyle continued to fuck her, increasing his speed.
"Uhh, uhh, UHH," Hannah moaned rhythmically, and she could tell Foster liked that. He started pumping his dick faster.
"You like this, Perry. Don't lie." He sat beside her on the couch and stroked her hair while he continued to jack off. The couch started creaking as Kyle slammed into her.
"Shit," Kyle whispered. He shifted his position so he was lying on top of Hannah. Kyle reached under her and cupped her breasts as he continued to drive into her. Hannah closed her eyes. Kyle's weight on her put extra pressure between her clit and the couch arm, and she knew she was going to cum again soon. Hannah started moving her hips backwards to meet Kyle's.
She'd gotten so lost in achieving her own pleasure, she hadn't noticed what Foster was up to. Before she could react, she felt his fingers wind into her hair. He yanked her head up, slid under her, and pulled her mouth down onto his hard dick. When Hannah half-gagged, half-screamed, Kyle snapped out of his trance.
"What the fuck?! You said you weren't gonna touch her!"
"I couldn't help myself," Foster said. He threw his head back and let out a guttural moan as he thrust up into Hannah's mouth. She couldn't move away. She was being penetrated by two men on either end, and she was completely trapped.
"Uuuhhhhllgggg." Hannah was both moaning and choking on Foster's dick as Kyle's long thrusts finally pushed her over the edge. Her pussy pulsed around his dick, and she felt Kyle tense up against her.
"UUGHHH Fuckkkkk," Kyle grunted as he shot his load inside of Hannah.
"Ohhhh yeahhh," Foster moaned. "Fill that bitch up." Foster picked up the pace of his thrusts. "Now I'm gonna cum in your pretty little mouth, Perry."
Hannah laid there, still impaled by both Kyle's and Foster's dicks, as Foster suddenly erupted into her mouth.
"UHHHHNNNN," he shouted, holding Hannah down onto his ejaculating member. Hannah felt his foul, salty cum on her tongue, running down her throat and out between her lips. Foster released her head and Hannah quickly pulled back off his dick.
"You didn't get it all," Foster said, looking down at the spare drops of cum that had dripped down his dick and balls. "Lick it up." Kyle suddenly pulled out of Hannah. She let out a yelp.
"Paul, she's been through enough-" Foster ignored him, pulled Hannah's head back into his lap and held her down until her tongue cleaned him up. When he was satisfied, he carelessly pushed Hannah off of him. She laid perfectly still on the couch, trying to catch her breath. Kyle knelt beside her.
"Give me the fucking keys," Kyle said to Foster. He sighed, but dug them out of his pants on the floor and tossed them to Kyle. He uncuffed Hannah and held her in his arms. Hannah silently cried into his shoulder.
"Isn't that sweet?" Foster said. "Can't wait until we do this again."
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