Brucas Steps Things Up Just a heads up that it doesn't go totally Brucas until about two-thirds in. I was just having way too much writing from Luke's POV as Brooke whored herself out.
Chapter 2It's been almost two years since the first instalment of this story and months since my last update of any kind, so I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint. Your feedback is more important than ever and I appreciate every bit I get. Even if I don't reply to you personally, just know that. And the fact that some bawdy, twisted scenario conjured up in my head gets you off still brings me endless joy, so play away haha.
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I followed Brooke through the blood red curtains, her hand leading me. Knowing what this place was made my heat palpitate all the faster. We were in far end of the local porn theatre, at just after midday, of all times. The front was dead quiet – the action was forecast at our destination.
"Hello boys," Brooke greeted the room of four men, all of them wearing business suits and looking the part as upstanding citizens. But they were far from 'boys' as Brooke put it. Their faces lit up at the sight of Brooke, as if they were thirty years younger and just hitting puberty, about to get lucky with their older sister's hot friend. "My name's Brooke and this is my boyfriend Lucas." Each guy eye-fucked her shamelessly and with no attempt to hide it.
"Tell everyone how old you are, Brooke," one of them said.
"Eighteen," she grinned.
"Wow. No kidding," another remarked.
"Young enough to be our daughter," the tallest man added.
"I can call you daddy if you want."
"I think that would be a nice touch. Show your daddies what you have under that shirt." These guys didn't saunter over to Brooke – no, that would have required far too much patience and calmness. They swarmed to her like bees to honey, watching as Brooke put a hand between her skirt and to the melting pot beneath it. "Is it alright if we feel her up?" One of them asked without even glancing my way, as if asking for permission that he clearly didn't need.
"She just wants me to watch for a while," I nodded.
"He's my cuckold." Brooke raised her arms and let the alpha male of the group – the one that had been doing most of the speaking – lift off her top. Her perfectly perky coconuts stunned them. They each took turns cupping, squeezing, fondling, licking, sucking and biting them.
As that went on, Brooke placed her hands on the first two crotches she could get to and rubbed until the material of their pants stretched to indicate very visible hard-ons.
"Don't you recognise me, Brooke?" The alpha queried. He was one of the fortunate two on the receiving end of a handjob through the pants, gazing intensely into Brooke's eyes and about to fill her in on a fun fact. "I'm Bevan's dad. It's so nice to officially meet you." God only knows how long this guy had been checking her out from the bleachers at games.
"I love a pervert who's so open and honest," Brooke then sloped to her knees and tugged down his pants. The troupe wasted no time huddling around their effervescent fucktoy and soon every genitalia sprang free from its cage and into Brooke's face. "All for me?"
"All for you, baby," one man nodded as he placed a hand on the back of Brooke's head.
"I'm a spoilt little slut."
"A rich, spoilt slut – we know," the same man continued. He was the shortest guy there and not overly pleasant to look at, however Brooke didn't seem to mind. She isn't as shallow as people are led to believe. The pair's smouldering eye contact lingered as he ordered her to parade her tongue. "I want to see that pretty little tongue, cheerleader."
"You want to see it?" The man nodded akin to a dog with an enticing treat dangling before it. "Then go ahead, big boy. Slap your fat fucking dick on it!" She poked out her lovely tongue and in that very same instant the head of this stubby guy's cock was smacking it at a frenetic pace.
The three other men were choking the monkey by this stage, right in Brooke's face, who looked a proud floozy. She had the short guy's dick in her mouth now and was balls deep. His entire shaft jammed into Brooke's gob as her tongue worked deftly on his ungroomed nutsack.
"Taste those balls, slut," the man of the moment moaned. "Eat 'em. Eat my hairy fucking balls, you pretty high school whore." And just like that he came. It was surreal to have this stranger make a condom out of my girl's mouth within minutes of meeting her. He couldn't last longer than a measly twenty seconds in Brooke's mouth, and the premature ejaculation prospect didn't seem to bother him one bit. He drew his limp dick out as Brooke maintained her intense eye contact with him. She wore the smuggest grin you've ever laid eyes on. I couldn't deny I was enjoying this; my hard-on made an impression through my pants. Seeing Brooke offer herself up and revel in being made to feel like a piece of – hell, I'll say it – like a piece of fuckmeat... it was a porno playing out in front of my very eyes.
"Who wants to come on my face?" Brooke asked needlessly. It was a silly question, really, but that's how she intended it. I imagine every guy she's ever made contact with would crave giving my gorgeous girlfriend a facial.
The unfit and exhausted short guy took a seat a few feet away and the remaining three men kicked things up a notch with their dick-stroking. They were deeply invested in the perfection that is Brooke Davis. Pretty Girl looked into the eyes of each man individually, sparingly, and then put the same excessive focus onto their dicks. "I still need a nice cock down my throat in the meantime." Oh, God. I love this girl so much. It was a case of first come first served and Brooke's mouth just happened to be treated to the most well-endowed man there, she would later tell me. He was really going at her, too, with both hands firmly planted from the sides of Brooke's head to the back, thrusting inside her with every ounce of strength and speed he had. I honed in on Brooke's mouth and the dick penetrating it. Amidst all her gags and muffled moans came a considerable amount of dirty talk and banter from the other participants. Choke on that dick, Beg for our cum, all sorts of degrading names like whore, cunt, fucktoy, cumdumpster etc. They even shared a couple quick anecdotes. This lasted a solid few minutes and the guys actually took turns in Brooke's mouth, getting their own slice of heaven. She barely made a peep but actions surely spoke louder than words.
When she was done chugging on cock, Brooke selected one of them at random and begged like I've never seen her beg before.
"Come on my face. Please, please cum on my pretty fucking face," she pleaded while tracing her tongue from top to bottom – scrotum to piss hole – over and over. "I want it. I want it just as bad as you. I need it all over me. Please. All over my nose and cheeks and lips... everywhere. Show me what you do to all those little cumdumpsters you stick your dirty old pervert cock into!" Brooke then latched onto the remaining two cocks – one in each hand – and jerked them off as she continued urging these lucky few. "You dirty bastards. You filthy fuckers. Shoot your loads on my face. Drain those balls. Please. Pretty please. Pwetty, pwetty pwease." The guy with his Johnson down Brooke's throat was the first firecracker to set off; shaking by the time he pulled out and sent heavy ropes of jism on Brooke's face. His special sauce was particularly thick and decorated her lips to chin.
"Good slut," he patted her head before taking a seat, satisfied with his fine work.
"I love older cock," Brooke flirted, her petite hands tugging harder and faster on the two thick cocks. "Cover my pretty face with that hot, white, creamy goodness."
"I've wanted this for years, Brooke," one of the men muttered. I wasn't sure I heard him right until he reiterated the point. "Years." Brooke may have questioned what he meant exactly if she wasn't so caught up in having her face bukkake'd. This guy knew her. Apparently he had known her for a while. But she didn't recognise him, as far as I could tell. Brooke pressed her face into the same dude's dick and vigorously grinded against it – her cheeks rubbing furiously against the sensitive head. "Oh, fuck!" He groaned, his shaft convulsing as it exploded into the smoothness of Brooke's skin. Cum oozed out of him rather than rocketed and she used him like a detachable shower head, aiming his piss hole to all corners of her face as released a massive load. Either his balls were the Milky Way of sperm-counts and housed hundreds of billions – not millions – of tiny sperm tadpoles, or this was one special pent-up load that he conjured up. Given his affinity to Brooke it wouldn't surprise me if he had spent a large portion of today jerking off and edging, preparing to baste her. "I always knew you were a slut under that uniform. Dirty little whore," the chummy man pinched her cheeks and fed her the spunk that stuck his fingers.
"Thank you," Brooke looked up at him with stargazed eyes.
"Thank you. It's nice to formally meet you, by the way. You might have heard of me – I'm Bevin's father." He revealed shamelessly before taking a seat as casual as could be. Holy shit. Bevin's father?!
"I wish we had met sooner," my girl wore a beaming smile as she scooped a finger of Mr. Mirskey's slimy, cascading jizz onto her tongue. Small world, I thought. Now any time I saw Bevin I would be reminded of the fact that her dad was a sneaky, perverse motherfucker who leered and lusted over Brooke. That he was Kevin Spacey in American Beauty and having the head cheerleader donning her uniform, doing a routine on centre court induced his own trance-like fantasy. Jesus.
"And then there was one," Brooke grinned. The last guy in line had her full attention now and he was ready to blow. The invite to do so in her mouth came fast and he thrust at the hips as his ejaculate lashed her tongue, teeth and gums like a static sprinkler. Brooke shifted a hand down her pants to pet her kitty. "Your turn now, Luke." Oh, shit. My turn? She read the blatant unpreparedness on my face and gestured for me with a raise of an eyebrow and flick of a finger. I watched intently as she swallowed the mouthful of somebody else's jism and rose to her feet. She then unbuttoned her jeans and began to shimmy them down her gorgeous legs. "All these loveable perverts have enjoyed me, now I want you to." The distinct sounds of fapping could be heard close by and I couldn't help but think about just how absurd and inconceivable a situation this was.
"It sounds like they're still enjoying you," I said wryly.
"I know, right? It's making me so wet." Something in the back of my mind made me refrain from my instinctive reply – that the thought of her getting wet was having a mirrored effect on me. Maybe the fact it was a sausage fest in here inhibited my salacious side. Or maybe I was simply distracted by the copious amount of cum dangling from and dabbing her face. Hell, I didn't even notice that she had a surprise in store under her jeans until they were off completely and thrown to the side.
"Do you like?"
"Wow. You... you're..." I stared open-mouthed as the masturbation around the room became more audible. "That has to be rhetorical." All five sets of eyes were on my girlfriend from her waist down. Her immaculate figure flaunted the sexiest black fishnet stockings and scarlet satin panties that your internal library of lingerie could fathom.
"But wait, it gets better." She made haste of her shirt before the words There is better than this? could pop into my head. A corset. My picture-perfect girlfriend toted a black hourglass bustier with fluoro streaks of scarlet on either side which matched her bottoms. A frontrunner for the single greatest ensemble ever composed.
Heart rates were elevating and the first cab off the rank – the guy who blew his wad prematurely minutes ago – raced over to her to repeat history. He spurted another load, this time on the back of Brooke's knickers, and followed that up by slapping his rapidly shrinking, flimsy cock against her butt. He was seemingly ignorant of how he cut into the mood of my girl's disrobing.
"Thanks again, pervert," Brooke stuck her ass out at his crotch, rubbing his cum back on the body from which it came. "You're just too easy." She then dropped to her knees, licking and sucking the splooge off his hairy torso before doing the very same to his droopy sac. That teasing somehow got him hard again. You've got to give it to this guy – he may not be the best at holding his load in, but his recovery time was second to none. Brooke smacked as she returned to her feet and the room collectively resumed the admiration of her get-up. It complemented her to no end, accentuating her breasts and shapeliness, as bodices do. I didn't know the true meaning of the word goddess until this very moment. This was my formal education on the topic. No other woman came even remotely close to being so drop dead sexy, so utterly elegant and irresistible. It eradicated all of that inhibition restricting me. I looked in Brooke's eyes and pulled her body close to mine. The smell of semen was overwhelming and I wisely opted out on kissing her lips, instead nibbling on the nape of her neck. "I didn't know you were so filthy, pretty girl," I whispered. "Treat you like a princess, fuck you like a whore, is that it?" I waited a beat for her response and got it in the form of a cupping the bulge in my trousers. "Why don't you lie down?" I suggested. Well, it was really more of an order – a gamesome order but an order nonetheless. She obliged swiftly, making herself comfortable
"Are you gonna fuck me here, in front of all these sick, disgusting businessmen?"
"You know it."
"Fuck me like a whore," Brooke moaned. "I'm your cheap whore for them, Lucas." Damn. This really was another side of her. My crash course of Introduction to Slutty Brooke Davis 101.
Brooke rolled onto her chest and pointed her sweet booty to the heavens, shaking it about. Backdoor it is, I thought as I unzipped my fly and met her on the carpet. Brooke's pricey satin underwear emphasised her full and firm posterior much like her bustier did her gorgeous tits. I also detected the damp patch from where Mr. Premature had dribbled out his load and evaded it as I slid Brooke's panties to the side, just enough to unveil her puckered hole. Brooke reached back and pattered a finger on the outer regions of her succulent entrance. This corroborated my judgement: she craved anal.
"Doesn't it look good enough to eat?" It did. It really fucking did. I could have given her delicious ass hole a rimming right then, however my blood flow and stiffness told me there was no time to spare. I produced a smattering of spit drop and let it fall to my shaft. That wouldn't be enough, though. Not for a cavity that required some serious stretching. "Look in my jeans. Back pocket," Brooke advised, and well. In her safekeeping was a travel size tube of lubricant. It's safe to say there were some predetermined factors in store for her tonight. "Always come prepared," Brooke looked over her shoulder, smirking at me, splotches of cum still garnishing her pretty face.
"You sure do," I shook my head, impressed and enraptured by my significant other – my embodiment of a goddess. Brooke spread her cheeks and moaned at the cool touch of the lube as I applied it. The rabid onlookers tossed a few degrading remarks of encouragement Brooke's way and made her all the hornier.
"Fuck me, baby. Let all these dirty motherfuckers see what a cheap, stupid, nasty whore I can be for their entertainment." I could really get used to this sex-mad mind of hers. With her nice hole slathered in gel I abruptly jammed my cock inside Brooke. "I'm such a fucking ass slut," she moaned as I sunk myself further into her. I was balls deep in a flash and momentarily oblivious of it as I concentrated on how amazing she looked in her skimpy outfit. Yes, catching sight with even the back of her landed me in a trance as I thrust my hips and fucked her on pure instinct and adrenaline. Her beautifully tousled hair, the contours of the rear of her bustier and its stylish criss-crossing laces, the tiny hairs on the back of her neck standing up. So sumptuous and graceful. In my half-conscious state I must have asked Brooke to look at me because she peered over her shoulder and made some incredibly unladylike remarks on the topic of what a sick fuck I was for getting a kick out of her cum-glazed face. Of course, these were all affable – said with a smile from ear to ear and served to entertain her just as much as they did the room.
I spent a solid five minutes pounding my girl and intermittently pulling out for updates on her stages of gaping. Anal aside, our personal sex life was vanilla. Tame. This was straight out of a porno, only without the cameras to capture it. On the other hand, our audience weren't watching from the screen – they were right here. Brooke's dirty mouth and perverse disposition gave me a corresponding ambition. It was my ticket to bang her silly. The moment Bevin's dad rejoined the action, Brooke was baying for his cock, begging to have her face fucked. For the hundredth time tonight I double-taked. My ideals of concepts of Brooke would surely need their due time to adjust. Days or weeks, not minutes. And the more I came to terms with my wickedly devious girlfriend, the more I would love her – there was no doubting that.
"All the way to the back of your throat. That's it. Slowly, slowly," Bevin's dad – whose name we later found out was Stuart, or Stu – occupied a seat up close and personal with Brooke. His engorged shaft vacationed in the warmth of her mouth and almost certainly pressed against her tonsils. His seasoned, working-man hands were placed firmly on the back of Brooke's head, his fingers inter-locked. "Is it customary for all cheerleaders to take a cock in both ends?" Brooke's laugh was barely distinguishable through the married man's blockading pole. "You're nearly there, baby. Almost balls-deep, you cocksucking-fucking whore!" Stu's rampant temperament prevailed now. He thrust his hips in sync with Brooke's bobbing head. A head which he had full control over, pushing onto his length and freeing at will. Somehow I knew Brooke was relishing it more than the puppeteer. She engulfed the last fleeting glimpse of his cock into her accommodating mouth and was harpooned on it. It was mesmerising. To have the impersonal view of only the back of Brooke's head as she swallowed Stu Mirskey's length – her nose grazing his crotch – was orgasm-inducing. There's only so much a man can endure. Even though I had the stamina and control, I figured I had better get myself nestled in her other mighty fine hole. A creampie was in order. I managed to withdraw from the vice-like grip Brooke's ass had on me and was ecstatic to see the progress made in opening her up.
"It's gaping. You're gaping," I ran a finger around the reddened circumference of her amazing butt hole. While this passageway yawned another was experiencing the opposite extreme. I yanked Brooke's dazzling panties out of the way and stretched her cheeks apart in an effort to keep the wonderful, dark abyss of her sweet ass open for all to see. "Wink it for me. Wink it for me, pretty girl." Although preoccupied with her blowjob (or rather some derivative thereof, in the form of a game to test how long you could hold your position of gagging on a cock for) she multitasked by giving me three glorious winks of her delicious pooper.
The urge to come was well and truly boiling inside me now. I moved two inches south to Brooke's creaming cunt and slotted inside without a hitch, finding my rhythm instantly. My palms remained keeping her well-defined gluteus maximus distant. Then her gargling and choking started as Stu went at her throat with the conviction of a jackhammer. I accrued equal pleasure as a spectator and participant, especially from the ensuing chaos, of which was truly epic. Just as I blew my wad, our partner in crime, Stu, blew his. Both ends of Brooke were simultaneous recipients to torrents of jism. She went fucking berzerk with sexual lust and passion. Wriggling turned to thrashing. The room was a mosh pit for slander directed solely at my girlfriend. It only excited her more and she barely brushed her clit before exploding into some euphoria of her own. Pussy cream leaked profusely over my cock. Never before had I seen her so lively and uncensored. The other guys swarmed to her again like bees to honey. Both Stu and I remained perched in her impeccable holes while another round of loads was promptly pumped over her in various places. The first added to the litany of jizz already embellishing her face, the next spurted down the crack of her butt, trickling nicely in her outstretched hole, and the last found a spot between her soft soles and the insole of her platform heel. Clearly a foot guy. The night was still young and Brooke had plenty more degrading left in her. Unbeknownst to me, this was merely the appetiser for a crazy evening ahead. My nympho girlfriend had some big plans in store and wasn't afraid to flaunt her whorish tendencies.
End of Chapter 2