All The Boys Love Brooke Davis
Chapter Three

This chapter is a couple of months in the making, off and on, and probably my proudest work yet. I've been partial to femdom porn lately, and I see it almost as a natural progression that the more you watch the stuff the more you can't settle with the norm. Dominant chicks and forced orgasms are hot, what can I say?

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"Okay, so I want you to hear me out, Haley. Don't freak out when you see what's behind this door."
"Alright."
"Promise?"
"I promise, Brooke." She had been invited over to Dan's by her friend and had a lot of questions, the first of which being why in the hell she was here to begin with. Why Brooke was dressed like a high-end escort of the BDSM variety could also do with some explaining.
"I called you here because of your open mind."
"I got it, Brooke. I won't freak out," she tittered, intrigued what was being hidden. When that door swung open her hands went straight to her mouth in shock. "What the hell? What the... what is this?" Dan was sprawled out like a fucking pansy on his king-sized bed.
"He's a prick to everyone. This is his comeuppance," Brooke explained in the simplest terms, intently watching Haley to gage her reaction.
"I... I can't even."
"I know it's crazy but, look, somebody's finally screwing him back."
"Screwing," Haley was bemused and amused by Brooke's choice of words.
"He was never there for Lucas. He's never been a real father to Nathan. And he's gotten away with it until now. I'm stepping up." Haley found this an incredulous form of retribution.
"Brooke, there are other ways."
"Yeah, well... maybe I enjoy this way. And the smarmy asshole won't admit it but he does too. He's getting more of a rise out of this than I am."
"Are you okay? Should I be worried?"
"You're freaking out right now, Haley. I thought you said you weren't going to do that."
"I didn't know I was walking into this!"
"He's a liar, and a prick, and a grown-ass scumbag!"
"So?!"
"So? So don't you want to make him pay for that? You don't want to get at least a little even?"
"BROOKE, YOU'RE...!" Haley took a second to calm herself down. "Brooke... you're acting like a crazy person. This is so not cool... and disgusting... and just, ugh. You know that, right?"
"Trust me, Haley, when you're behind the wheel and you make him squirm; when you feel that power of downsizing this arrogant piece of shit into a sooky little bitch... It's a rush you'll never forget."
"I'm not doing this," Haley threw up her arms up in finality and began to walk away.
"He smells your panties!" Brooke called out after her, hoping this eleventh-hour effort would hit a nerve with Haley. It did.
"What?"
"He brought it up. Said it was funny how you and Nathan never noticed how he uses the bathroom every time he drops in."
"You're making that up."
"Ask him yourself."
"Don't lie to me, Brooke."
"I'm not. Look at his face. Come here and look at the smirk on this pig's face."

Haley apprehensively came back to check for herself, and sure enough Dan was smiling through his ball gag. The gag wasn't so much to squelch his unwanted chatter or to keep him in check as it was to enhance the psychological dominance.
"See? He thinks if he makes you mad enough – sick to the stomach – you're going to join the party. He wants you to fuck him. I want you to fuck him, too, but not for his sake. He's a selfish bastard, Haley. Let's show him there's some truth in the saying 'be careful what you wish for'." This was all beginning to crystallise for the timid onlooker. Dan had done some outrageous, irreversible and unforgiveable things in his life and helping himself to her dirty laundry was a perversion that couldn't go ignored. Stepping out of her comfort zone and inflicting this man with the same disrespect he showed her may actually be the rational option here.
"I've never done this before."
"Neither had I before tonight."
"It is hard?"
"It takes some adjusting, but, you know... I can guide you through it," Brooke grinned. "You just let someone else do the tutoring."
"Okay."
"You'll do it?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Say it. Tell me you'll fuck him."
"I'll fuck him."
"Goodie! Come here," Brooke grabbed Haley by the hand and lead her onto the bed, descending upon Dan. Things moved at a feverish pace from here on out. "Look this piece of shit in the eyes and tell him what you're about to do."
"I'm going to tear you a new ass hole."
"Attagirl!"

Much to Haley's surprise and pleasure, Brooke began feeling her up and delicately pecking her neck. That wasn't in the pamphlet. She had never been romantic with a member of the same sex and goosebumps sprouted from Brooke's tender touch. Her shaky breath and warm, soft lips were a nice change from Nathan's more brash style.
"Are you ready to make him a sissy little whore?" Brooke's raspy whispering was verbal Viagra. "Put this on," she drew closer to Haley, deftly fitting a strap-on unit around her waist. The plastic dildo glistened with spit and sweat. "Well, well, don't you look pretty wearing a big cock. Even more beautiful." Brooke ran her hands up Haley's shirt and the reception was a little cold. Being touched and spoken to this way from a confidant—who she wrongly presumed to be straight—caught Haley off guard. "Sorry. I'm getting ahead of... No, sometimes I just act and don't think," Brooke laughed apologetically.
"No," Haley was quick to reply. "I like it. Keep going." She smiled shyly and sweetly – her demure presence an infinite appeal and turn-on. Brooke was a beautiful specimen and whether you're straight, gay or bi, when this babe wants the keys to your ignition you fucking hand them over. Haley's heart pattered as Brooke's hands returned to her pert breasts, groping them. She shut her eyes and listened to her cheer captain exude smut.
"I want you," Brooke spoke softly. "I want to taste your lips, and your pussy, and the sweat running down your skin. All of it, Haley. How does that sound?"
"Nice." Haley was overcome with lust and extremely susceptible to Brooke's potent seduction. "I want it so bad," she moaned as her voice drew weak. Vulnerable. Adorable.
"Open your eyes and look at me," Brooke instructed and immediately locked lips with Haley. Their kiss was the most tender either girl had experienced. "I'm crushing so hard for you right now." If Brooke's words weren't an indicator then her body language sure was. The infatuation was written all over her rosy, flushed cheeks, and it was contagious. Haley was giggling and smitten. "We have someone to take care of first, though. Something."

Focus shifted back onto the powerless, submissive and oddly complaisant Dan Scott.
"We need to fuck this little bitch's pussy. He has a very nice, puckered man pussy." Screw the fact that Dan owned and operated Tree Hill's most respected car dealership because the only joyride he would be handing out tonight was to this pair of lovely ladies. And under Brooke's order, personal attacks, degradation and humiliation were all fine with him. "Fuck him for all those girls that get ogled like pieces of meat. Think about all those creeps out there doing what he does, raiding dirty clothes and making their little pin dicks hard. He actually boasted about snooping around for your panties when I was beating him off, the sick fuck. So don't you dare pity him, Haley. Slide that dick in his filthy pervert ass." Haley was cleansed of any trepidation with that inside scoop on Dan's debauchery, and she began entry into him, snickering as his anal cavity stretched around her plastic penis.
"Tell him he's a loser."
"You're a loser."
"Not loud enough or convincing enough. I want to hear you really mean it."
"You're a loser, Dan." A surge of authority shot through Haley's veins and it felt damn good. "You're a dismal fucking loser! You think you own the whole town. Please. You're a joke and a phony. You can act like royalty all you want but, really, deep down, you're just a scared little boy that wants to be trampled on, stomped over, and brought down a few pegs to feel totally worthless by a strong woman who won't take any of your shit." Haley was on a roll and more surprised than anyone to be spitting out such dirty diatribe. She resented Dan to his very core and it showed. "You've been dreaming of having your ass filled for years and you know it!"

This spiel had caused Brooke to play with herself. Seeing Haley be so vindictive and sexually callous made her wet. This letting loose and talking shit made Haley feel genuinely filthy for maybe the first time in her life (defiling your nefarious father-in-law will tend to do that). She and Nathan maintained the rather safe and unadventurous sex life that a lot of married couples do, meaning she had only ever really "made love" before – never "fucked."
"What a difference it makes when he can't talk back," Brooke smirked. "No smart-alecky comments. No defending himself. Just the simple, solitary job of accepting that he's our slave. We'd be silly not to take the chance to stuff him like a turkey on Thanksgiving. Go ahead and slide that bad boy deep inside there." Haley was a rampant supporter of that idea and pushed her way into Dan with incredible ease. It astonished her how quickly the entire dildo was swallowed up.
"Oh my god, that went straight in," Haley's eyes opened wide. "No friction or anything."
"It's a sinkhole. Simple," Brooke shrugged sardonically. Her infiltration earlier in the night had produced results. "A gaping crater built to serve. Not so tight anymore are we, Danny boy?" The nefarious girls snickered amongst themselves as Haley found a nice tempo of feeding this asshole through his ass hole.
"Sodomised by a couple of cute high school girls. Even for you this is sick and twisted." Haley's usual prim and proper temperament was furloughed.
"Tear that shit up, Haley. He's drooling everywhere. Filthy, disgusting little nancy bitch!"
"He so is!" Haley kneaded her hands on Dan's shoulder blades. "You should tell the whole world what a nancy bitch you are. Feminists would eat you up."
"Barely legal pussy would eat him up too. Middle-aged pervs are trendy."

Dan was clearly taking pleasure in serving and surrendering. He exhibited none of the niggling or hostility emitted in the opening stanza, alone with Brooke. It hurt like hell to be pummelled but on the bright side he had two dream girls revelling as his masters. Dan was clued up enough to appreciate the opportunity and not let it slip.
"I need to get in on this again," Brooke straddled his back and Haley assumed she was gearing up for her turn. In part she was, however, Brooke didn't mean for them to swap. "He should be able to fit two in there now, no worries, don't you think?" Haley's eyes lit up and her heart pattered faster. "I've seen plenty of bitches take two cocks. Although when I say bitches I mean actual girls and not grown-ass pansies." This new plan of attack induced a strong vocal reaction from Dan, and Brooke bartered with her squirming slave to quell the protest. "If my bitch boy calms down and behaves, I'll let him fuck me, for real... whenever and wherever he wants."
"And bearing in mind your infatuation for my dirty, soiled panties, I'll deliver pairs to your door whenever you like," Haley added, sweetening the deal. "But it's imperative that you let me watch whatever vile monkey business you get up to with them."
"Ooh, you filthy girl." Brooke was green with envy, although confident that Haley would extend the same privilege of lending her stained knickers without having to even cut a deal. "I'd take that offer any day of the week, Dan. Now nod and smile." She pivoted around and carefully edged the mushroom head of her fake cock into the brunt of Dan's gaping chasm. "How does it feel knowing you're about to be double penetrated? The words spoilt and unworthy come to my mind."
"He's the most privileged slave in history."

Brooke's dildo vanished inside the statesman's rectum, brushing up against Haley's on its expedition, and cries of anguish filled the room as Dan was stretched beyond comprehension in a place which strictly passed waste before tonight. Brooke worked with Haley to fuck him in synchronization and it was an intense sensation that Dan's grunting could do nothing to dim. Brooke hammered away at a blistering speed while Haley scaled it back and played the part of the good cop.
"Dirty. Fucking. Cockslut." Brooke sputtered a new insult with each probing thrust.
"He was way too easy to talk into this."
"I know, right? And we don't even have to keep to our promises. I should... I might... but I don't have to. He can't force us."
"The clincher is he doesn't have it in him to tattle on us—he's incapable—because he's taking it like a total bitch and he knows he wouldn't have it any other way. Those promises have probably already drifted from his thick skull. He just wanted a couple of dicks up his ass." Haley smelt Brooke's silky hair and peppered her neck with kisses. "When we're done with him, I want my new-fangled dick in you."
"You want to fuck me?" Brooke replied with a shaky voice, as sensitive to her girlfriend's proposition as she was to her soft touch.
"I don't want to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you."
"Not if I fuck you first."

Haley was beaming as she shifted her hands to Brooke's front, cupping and fondling her supple breasts.
"Pinch my nipples," Brooke appealed and her partner-in-crime listened. Haley squeezed her bumps with an immense pleasure of her own, in a case where the giver was more responsive than the receiver. The friends forgot about their trained pet for the moment and relished each other's warm embrace. "I've wanted you for the longest time, Haley."
"You don't have to say that, Brooke," the married girl tried making light of the comment, although she assumed no control over her blushing. "It's sweet but you don't have to..."
"What, tell fibs? Why would I?" Brooke stroked Haley's silky smooth forearm. "Whenever I have some alone time... you're the first name on my lips." It was a line worthy of a porno trying desperately to be tasteful or, worse yet, generic rom-com garbage. That potential mood-killer aside, the girls sensed very real sexual chemistry; a connection which flew in the face of their governance over Dan. "Have you wanted me? Do you think about me?"
"Not like this. I've always thought you were the most stunning girl ever, but..." Haley simply wasn't that way inclined, at least not until the events that had transpired on this fateful night.
"Is it wrong that when we were living together, every night I tried building up the courage to sneak into your room and kiss your sweet little kitty until you woke up? I spent so many sleepless nights picturing you coming over and over and over again. In every one of my fantasies I turned your legs into jelly."
"Wow. Um..." Haley cleared her throat, lost for words after such bottomless flattery. The more she processed that information, the more stimulated she became. "I have to say that I'm, er... I'm a little disheartened you never made the move. I wouldn't have knocked you back. I don't think I could have. You're... you." Everybody yearns to be wanted and to having a close friend, whose relationship was (or so you thought) purely platonic, basically say that the girl crush was mutual made Brooke feel very wanted indeed.

The desirable duo traded words for another minute or so and then got back to business on Dan.
"Aw, this must really hurt. I would pity you but since you're a pathetic fucking worm who now gets his rocks off on being used and abused, I see no reason to. You're a worm, and a loser and a nasty butt slut." Seldom had Brooke felt more in charge and it spurred her on. Mocking and humiliating Dan drove her to really honour the art of double penetration and deliver a stupendous expansion of his colon. "We're giving birth to a full-blown masochist here tonight, Haley. I feel as privileged as our slab of fuckmeat does."
"Fuckmeat?" Haley chuckled.
"It's the only name he deserves. Plus, it sums him up perfect. Isn't that right, my captive cocksucker?" Brooke dug her nails into the small of Dan's back and solicited a wail from him. She then exerted all her remaining energy on annihilating his ass with her trusty strap-on cock. "You're so loose now, fucker. We've made soup of those insides! Transforming you into the biggest piece of sissy fuckmeat Tree Hill's ever seen gets me dripping wet! Take it! TAKE IT! TAKE IT, YOU... FUCKING... LOSER!" Brooke staggered her words in sync with her plunging thrusts to really hammer home the point of ownership. Her anal onslaught reached unbelievable speeds and peaked, before slowly but surely winding down. To go with the finale, she chortled as Dan squirmed (what little he could, thanks to the restraints) in pain and discomfort. Brooke sprung the dildo out of his battered rectum, while Haley retired with delicacy. "Oh my god. Look at him gaping for us," Brooke hastily ran a finger around the ring of Dan's mushroomed hole as it leisurely retracted. "Have you ever swooned a girl with this disgusting fuck canal stretched all nice and wide, Dan? No? Well, it's working its magic on me." A devilish grin overcame Brooke as she arrived upon a marvellously twisted and deeply satisfying realisation. "I knew you were good to go the minute you laid eyes on my strap-on. There was a twinkle in your eye that you didn't even know was there. Let that tidbit sink in, bitch. I opened you up and changed you, emotionally and physically."
"You make it sound like it was your calling to fuck the sanctimonious jackass out of him," Haley chimed in. "An assignment handed down by the sex gods themselves."
"And they said, 'Make the most loathed, bigheaded degenerate you know see the submissive, sissy, sorry slut bubbling beneath his or her surface." It was greatly amusing for the girls to pretend that this was all some predestined exhibition of dominance.

This verbal assault and humiliation (albeit good-humoured humiliation) might be deemed cruel were it directed towards any member of the public other than Dan Scott. His general doucheness and, metaphorically speaking (but only because this was before Keith's blood was on his hands), ability to get away with murder had finally caught up with him. Seeing as how he was quite obviously taking a perverse pleasure from being the focal point in this epic encounter, it perhaps wasn't the most befitting punishment, however, having anything repeatedly rammed up your back-end is going to implant some degree of "I'm a prison bitch" into your subconscious. You can't dismiss or alleviate a thought like that.

The girls got lost in one another's presence for another moment as Brooke grinded back up into Haley for a rather affectionate lap dance, while Haley reciprocated by majestically nibbling on the taller girl's neck.
"Wanna see him lick my butt hole?"
"Not as much as he wants to taste it," Brooke answered with a tremble in her voice, put down to her extreme state of arousal. "Be careful, though. He's been a caged beast for the last two hours and hasn't had a single bite."
"So the ass-eater's famished?"
"Very famished." Brooke did the honours of unclipping Dan's ball gag and as she let it drop to the sheets below a string of saliva pursued it. "I trust you heard that and are going to behave. We expect you to lick her ass hole squeaky clean." Dan dismissively shook his head. "Oh, silly me. I was under the impression you knew your opinion is obsolete here. Haley is going to shove her nice, big, juicy ass in your face and you are going to eat the shit out of it... literally, if she feels the sudden urge to go."
"Ew, Brooke!" Haley grimaced and sniggered. "Gross."
"Not for a scat devotee like our Dan here," Brooke mocked. She cupped a breast and craned down to lick her perfect nipple while holding eye contact with her uncharacteristically mute pet. "You were making a racket with that gag on and now, nothing. I've never seen you with such little to say. Cat got your tongue?" Brooke rightly assumed that his silence was simply relief from being stretched and pounded like a pornstar no more. Dan's eyes soon lowered and Brooke tracked her counterpart's gaze. While the strap-on unit covered virtually everything, the very tip of Brooke's slit was in view, and that's exactly where Dan's ogling was directed. "So, I was close. My pussy's got your eyes. Dirty fucker." She feigned disproval but always got a huge kick out of guys peering down there. "Maybe maybe I'll ride your face if you be a good doggy and eat out her ass with some enthusiasm."

Brooke detached her strap-on, dumped it beside Dan's ball gag and spread her luscious lips for him. She burrowed two fingers knuckle-deep inside her snatch, brought them back out laced with her sweet nectar and held them up to Dan's pursed lips.
"Here. As a sign of good faith." Dan waited for the turn. He waited to be denied and the offer revoked, however sincere it seemed. She hadn't let him so much as touch a hair on her body up until this point so a sneaky swindle was in the cards. "I'm not going to pull a swift one on you, if that's what you're worried about. Come on, make the leap. It's really, really yummy." Dan tentatively opened up and was handsomely rewarded for his trust. Brooke's sticky cum sent off fireworks in Dan's mouth, and his dick returned to full mast in the blink of an eye. "I don't want a speck to spare – suck them bone dry. Do it for all those dirty old pervs that come to games just to check me out. Want to hear something nobody but me knows about our cheer routines? I squeeze in as many chances to flash my cameltoe to the crowd as I can." Haley was immediately turned on by the notion that her nimble cheerleading captain based their dances around brandishing the 'cocktease' tag with pride.

Brooke tweaked her nipples with her free hand and that soon graduated to rubbing herself.
"Exactly how long has it been since you taste a pussy this young? I mean one you didn't have to flash your wallet for," Brooke smirked. "That's it, you spoilt boy... eat up. Work that tongue between my fingers. Wait, are you-are you drooling? Oh my god, you are! You're fucking salivating over the taste! Isn't my cunt – my tight, young cunt – just lovely?" Dan suckled her fingers for an inordinate amount of time, and that level of adoration demanded Brooke's respect. She tilted her head in fascination and they locked eyes as the delicious treat drew to an end. "Alright, alright, that's enough. They're beyond clean. You can continue worshipping them later, when and if I give you the say so. Right now there's a bowl of Haley James-Scott salad to toss." As Brooke withdrew, Haley came from nowhere and backed into her father-in-law, mashing her ass into his face. Dan proceeded to dart his tongue into her very tight and puckered hole. It was unexplored territory for both parties, although Dan did have a real familiarity with the smell; an aroma grafted into the panties that Haley put out to be washed. It was infinitely more pungent and intoxicating coming from the source itself, and while Dan had never cooked up any fantasies in the past involving his tongue and Haley's ass, he never did shy away from inhaling the gusset of her knickers where that filthy, insanitary hole clung to all day long. Dan canvassed his daughter-in-law's booty with diligence when she clasped one cheek and spreading it sideways, giving her tremendously tight hole a little more breathing space.
"That's it, get right in there. Wash down that pussy juice with my ass!" Haley moaned, bedazzled by Dan's probing tongue as she gyrated her hips and smothered him. "All the panty-sniffing in the world can't contend with the real article."

The two hot high school seniors were completely spellbound by one another yet again and locking lips as Dan continued chipping in with his sole function to worship the ground they walked on. Brooke used just the right amount of tongue in frenching Haley and was quick to molest the fuck out of her friend's swollen clit as well. With minimal build-up, the forthcoming valedictorian's orgasm hit her like a tonne of bricks.
"Mmm, yes. Yes... yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyesss!" Haley took jilted and shaky breaths between pashing. At the epicentre of this unbridled bliss was the notion that Brooke was the puppeteer. She was responsible for this euphoric and transcendent surge; she who had shown no obvious signs of such a ferocious infatuation towards Haley in the past. It was flattering to be ached for and played with by one of her dearest friends.
"Come on my fingers, Haley." Brooke gritted her teeth and crammed three fingers inside Haley's sodden snatch. Needless to say she couldn't have hypothesised this night in her wildest of dreams. "Squirt my fucking fingers with that pathetic fucking worm's tongue buried in your dirty fucking ass!" You know a woman's libido is in overdrive when she's swearing like a sailor and dropping f-bombs. Brooke briskly tended to her clit and triggered it off as Haley continued to ride through hers. "I'm coming, too. I'M FUCKING COMING!" It was the definitive crescendo of both their lives. Haley's pleasure came in the form of moaning and giggling and longevity, whereas Brooke's orgasm (not to be outdone) fashioned screaming, squealing and shouting – involuntary side effects which arguably tell the tale of a more profound and plethoric ecstasy.

Brooke took initiative and made a beeline for Haley's neck, planting kisses and leaving hickeys up and down it as the precocious girl shuddered through the closing stages of her orgasm. She then rested her forehead against Haley's and suckled on the cum-lathered fingers used to get her off while nourishing the breathless girl's lips and chin with the hand she herself had gushed over.
"Tongue out," Brooke commanded simply. "Same rules as Dan; gleaming." Haley stuck out her mouth muscle and methodically licked her friend's hand like a cat cleaning itself – her tastebuds sampling their new addiction "There you go. Get right in between those pretty, manicured fingers. Swig all that pussy cream. Hustle! Mm, you're such a cute little slut!" This particular brand of name-calling made Haley blush. She and Nathan shared no pet names as overtly sexual as those that Brooke laid down. "What about his? Do you want Dan's disgusting ball juice swimming down your throat? Of course you do. Filthy fucking whores love swallowing every load they can get."

With her fingers and palm now squeaky clean, Brooke unfastened the cuffs around Dan's wrists and crawled to his feet, putting them at liberty also.
"Sit up. " The brunette supported her depleted slave and nudged him along to the edge of his bed. "I can't imagine how tender your cock must be after such a brutal, arduous night of milking, but here's the thing; if you don't pop off in Haley's mouth in the next sixty seconds, I'm going to tie you back up and keep choking that monkey until sunrise. Can you perform under pressure?" Dan nodded begrudgingly. "For your sake, I hope you're right. Get cracking, jerkboy." She looked at her imaginary watch and began the countdown, while Haley got on the carpet and between her father-in-law's legs.
"Do it, Dan. Come in my mouth and watch me swallow it. Sheath my tongue in your creamy sperm. It's the only good inside of you." Haley's words of encouragement harvested a rapid response, and Dan demanded equal credit by demonstrating an enormous stamina to grow hard again after appearing so defeated. "Would a pair of panties be of some assistance? Do all pathetic worms find pathetic ways to get their balls churning? Is that something you discuss at your meetings? Mm. You look so sexy stroking that big cock. All dishevelled and fatigued – going the extra mile and still beating off for me just so you can blow another load. They need AA for the helpless perverts of America." Dan's rocket was close to lift-off as Haley had a good laugh and play. Brooke sternly informed him that there was twenty seconds on the shot clock. "But it's not just any old load, is it, Dan? You're missing the usual pair of panties stuffed in your face. Describe to me how you prefer my panties. Do you go for the ones reeking of sweat and pee and a certain little brown hole, or are you simply endeared to the scent of eighteen year old pussy?" Haley elongated and enunciated her syllables very deliberately – a technique that worked wonders on Nathan. Timekeeper Brooke was in single figures now and anticipating Dan's failure. She wanted nothing more than to see him fall short so that she could lord it over him for the next eight hours. Brooke took no note of the anguish on her toy's face but his manly roar of urgency and relief cut her off and demanded attention. Dan shot his fourth load of the night and his biggest yet, ironically with four seconds up his sleeve.
"Oh, you dumb little bitch. I didn't think you'd actually do it." Brooke didn't have time to be disappointed or surprised or regretful in not cheating the system by counting down at an unfair pace. "Come in her mouth! Come in her fucking pie hole! Mm. Give her every drop. She needs every last drop." Dan could be an archer with the way he consistently hit his target. Haley pleasured herself as she stared her ejaculating slave in the eye – not breaking it until his lashings drew to a close. "Mm. That's your son's wife whose tongue you frosted. You're so fucking filthy, plastering her with your mouth babies like that. Pure filth. Say it with me, you wretched little sissy slut. Tell me you're pure filth."
"I'm pure filth." Dan managed to sputter out after his intense eruption.
"You most certainly are. It's the new and improved Dan Scott," she grabbed his wanking hand and licked off the pre-cum that streaked across it. "Now look at her pretty face. Look at her when she gulps down your nasty fucking load." Haley ingested the tangy spunk in one slick motion and stuck her tongue back out to verify her status as an elite cum-guzzler. "What do you think about taking this to my place, Haley? The disgusting pig can stay behind to wallow in shame. He doesn't need to see what we get up to. That kind of access needs to be earned."
"Okay." Haley was blushing again. The prospect of hooking up with Brooke in a one-on-one level gave her a huge rush.
"Just to be nice we should leave our panties with him. He'll keep them safe."

The girls got their things together and before Dan could give them a proper goodbye they were gone, like thieves in the night. Smoking hot, kinky as all hell, bisexual thieves, about to share some intimate moments. As sore and tender as Dan was, and as numb as his glutes felt, the pair of dirty knickers were a consolation prize that he splurged on almost immediately. Brooke's scent was unlike anything he had encountered before – Haley's paled in comparison – and he blew yet another wad without much effort. He could wear the title Iron Schlong with the amount of punishment doled out to him tonight. As hellish as everything started out Brooke cast an incredible spell and Dan could only hope that she would return as a recurrent mistress.

END OF CHAPTER 3