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A Bad Loan | SparkyMan | 13

 

Mitch had managed to fetch the key after the uninvited guests had left. He undid the cuffs as Brenda struggled to recover. Mitch wanted desperately to fuck Brenda also, to relieve his built up tension. However, as soon as Brenda’s wrists were freed, she bawled uncontrollably, covering herself in shame, running to the bathroom and locked herself inside.

Brenda couldn’t bring herself to face Mitch, despite Mitch’s attempts to reason with her through the closed bathroom door. She had enjoyed it! Every bit of it! She even begged for it! To make matters worse, it was right in front of the man she swore she loved. She didn’t want to face him!

After many hours of crying, Brenda took a hot shower, and then soaked in the tub filled with warm water. The warm liquid soothed the raw flesh abused from the intense friction. She drifted off to sleep in the comfortable tub, after Mitch had given up trying to get in to talk to her. Brenda awoke, still lying in the tub after the water turned cold. She quietly dried off listening for Mitch on the other side of the door. Hearing the familiar snore of her husband, Brenda slipped on her terry cloth robe, and snuck out of the bedroom. She collapsed on the living room sofa till the next morning.

The scene replayed itself over and over again for another full week. Brenda was too ashamed to face Mitch and talk about what had happened. Every time Mitch had even come near to talking about it, Brenda began crying and retreated to the locked bathroom for solitude. Either she or Mitch fell asleep on the couch, while the other slept in the bed. Mitch continued trying to be strong, and towards the end of the week the two began narrowing the chasm. They never really talked about it, trying to make believe it never happened. It had been nearly three weeks since the two had made love, and Mitch was growing increasingly frustrated, relying on his fist and his recollection of Brenda getting fucked for tension relief. Brenda became increasingly aware of Mitch’s frustration, yet couldn’t garner up enough strength to be intimate with him, knowing that she would be thinking of Mac, Carmine, Vito, and Vinnie. She also knew that even though nearly two weeks had gone by since the last visit, Mac would be calling again!

It was Friday afternoon, and Brenda had just walked through the door. She was looking forward to a relaxing weekend, and had nearly forgotten about her ordeal. The phone was ringing as Brenda opened the door. Mitch wouldn’t be home for another two hours. She contemplated letting the machine pick it up, but she ran for the phone after the second ring, hoping to catch it before the machine picked up on the fourth. She regretted doing so, freezing in place as she listened to the voice on the other end. It was none other than the silver haired mob boss, telling her not to make any plans for tomorrow. He told her to expect a package delivery tomorrow morning. He told her to do “exactly” as the instructions say, and not to deviate “one iota.” He also informed her that he would be sending a driver over to get her at one o’clock. Mac had given her the option on whether she wanted to tell Mitch.

The rest of Brenda’s day was ruined, worrying about what Mac had in store for her this time. She had hoped this would soon come to an end, but realized that would be a long time coming. She began to accept that not only would she be Mitch’s wife, but that she would also be Mac’s sexual servant. She had behaved like a slut two weeks earlier, so she might as well be a slut! That was it! She made up her mind! If she were going to be forced to behave like a slut, she might as well enjoy every minute of it. It had been a month since she fucked Mitch, and tonight she was going to make up for lost time.

As soon as Mitch walked through the door, Brenda would attack him, suck his tongue into her mouth, take his hands and guide them over her excited body. Brenda would make sure his hands lingered on her breasts, encouraging Mitch to remove her blouse. She would guide his head to her puckered nipples and let him suck and nibble on the tender flesh, driving her delirious. She would fish his cock out from his trousers and stroke it till it was hard as a rock. She would maneuver out of the skirt she was wearing, and let Mitch’s practiced fingers remove her white lace panties, soaked with her excited wetness. She would drop to the floor, pulling Mitch, by his prick, atop of her, and guide his manhood into her clenching pussy. She would let him fuck her furiously until he blew his backed up load of hot, sticky semen into her depths. She would let him fuck her, the same way the four visitors, with the well-hung appendages, fucked her previously!

“Damn!” Brenda yelled out as the images of the four virile cocks pumping into her as she lay bent over the dining room table, filled her brain. It felt so wonderful, being stretched and filled, as they pistoned in and out, going deeper with every stroke! She couldn’t recall ever having so many orgasms in one night, leaving her totally exhausted, yet satisfied. “Damn, damn, damn,” she cursed again as she tried to erase the images of Mac and his boys. She tried to focus on Mitch to no avail.

Just then Mitch walked through the door, with a dejected, worried, and far away look in his eyes. Brenda immediately sensed something was wrong and asked.

“Mac called me today. He said to meet him for a round or two of golf tomorrow morning.” Mitch hung his head low, briefly kissed Brenda on the cheek and headed for the kitchen.

“Double damn!” Brenda cursed under her breath, feeling that her plan for Mitch tonight was foiled.

 

Does Brenda fuck Mitch anyway?


          The atmosphere is ruined ...

          Mitch's day

 
 

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