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Chapter 3
Brooke Sells a House

Since it was summer, Brooke was spending a lot of time in the
pool in her one-piece bathing suits, which only just contained
her big tits, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Russel
would bring his clients out to the pool, ostensibly to relax,
have a drink and talk business, but Brooke knew she was the start
attraction. She knew that all the men her stepfather brought out
were staring at her curvy body and her big tits and that they all
wanted to fuck her.

One day, Russel bought her some bikinis each which consisted of a
G-string and a bikini that barely covered Brooke's nipples. 'I'd
like you to wear these from now on.'

From that day on, he'd ask Brooke to get his clients drinks and
she'd lean close to them and ask them what they wanted in a
breathy voice. Of all the clients to come round to Russel's house
only one of them told the truth. Brent Sharpwell was Hollywood's
latest action thriller star guy and was currently starring in a
film about a man who had to go around shooting drug dealers in
the face and stealing their cocaine because if he didn't take
cocaine regularly his heart would stop beating. He had ash blonde
hair, a face so hard he could stop a freight train just by
looking at it and his body was so chiselled and perfect almost
looked like a parody of a muscle man's body. Amazingly Brent
Sharpwell was slightly more stupid than the "character" in his
film, when Brooke asked him if he wanted a screwdriver he said
he'd prefer some alcohol but the man knew what he wanted: 'I want
to fuck Brooke. I'll buy that beachfront house if you let me have
her all weekend.'

'Well, I don't know about that. I can't just sell Brooke like a
piece of meat...'

Even Brad wasn't thick enought o buy that excuse. He turned to
Brooke: 'Did he buy you that bikini and ask you to wear it?'

Brooke nodded.

'Would you like to fuck me?' he asked.

'Ooooohhhhh....yyyyyyeeeeeeesssssssss,' said Brooke.

Russel looked unhappily at Brooke. 'Well, if that's the way you
want it,' he turned to Brent. 'Let's sign the papers and then you
can have your fun.'

After the papers were signed Brooke and Brent went back to
Brooke's room and both sloughed their clothes. He kissed Brooke
fiercely and then puched her mouth down until it was level with
his massive nine inch cock and he started to fuck her mouth. At
first he couldn;t get most of his cock in but then he told her
she had to take it all and she somehow managed to deep throat
him. She swirled her tongue around his massive rod while jamming
her fingers up her hot wet pussy. After about ten minutes they
both came and then Brent wanted to fuck her pussy.

Brent insisted on using condoms though Brooke insisted she was on
the pill. He didn't want to have to start paying for Brooke
having children. She was just a fuck to him, a cheap slut he
could use for his own pleasure, nothing more. And use her he did
repeatedly in many different positions. They fucked for hours,
Brent could stay hard for a long time because he knew special
tantric techniques and the rumour was he had played bit parts in
a bunch of porn films before hitting the mainstream. They fucked
like animals with wild abandon, grunting and squealing and
moaning with ecstasy until eventually they fell into an exhausted
sleep. Then they did it all again the next day. The day after
that Brent got a call and had to go to a script conference.

Brooke looked at her bed. It was a mess, the sheets were
encrusted with cum and pussy juice. Then she looked down at her
bin. It was full of used condoms filled with cum. Time to have
some more fun.

Brooke put on a bathrobe, leaving it open just enough to give a
hint of tit and let anyone who cared to look see her bush.
Thenshe picked up the bin and went to Russel's study. She dumped
the bin on his desk. 'I need you to clean this up. Oh, and my
room's a mess, you need to clean that too. I'm going out. I
expect it to be done when I get back.'

Russel looked at the bin. 'Just take that away and put it in the
bins out back.'

Brooke shook her head. 'No, silly, I can't do that, the cum might
leak out in the bins and they'll get all messy. I need you to
open all the condoms and eat all the cum and then put them in the
bin and clean my room.'

She sat on his lap, letting her robe fall open a bit more,
letting him see the dried cum on her body and the trail of cum
dripping down from her pussy. She whispered in his ear. 'I'd by
very grateful if you did that for me daddy.' She could feel
though his trousers that his cock was rock hard. She got up and
walked away, turning at the door to blow him a kiss. 'See you
later.'

***

Brooke had a shower and went out for her usual summer walk and
when she came back her room was clean.

That night, she went to bed naked as usual, not really thinking
much about the day's events.

Then at about 2am she heard the noise of her bedroom door
opening. Her sheets were ripped off her bed and someody climbed
on top of her, she could tell it was Russel. He cound her hands
and feet with plastic ties. It was completely dark. She heard
some clicking noises, like somebody opening a tube of lube. And
then she felt a couple of fingers covered in lube being jammed
into her arsehole. For a while just two fingers were used to
spread the lube, then four. This hurt a bit but wasn't entirely
unpleasant. Then she felt Russel climb on top of her. He bent
over and whispered in her ear.

'Teasing little bitch, now you're going to get what your
deserve.'

He jammed his cock roughly into her arsehole and started to pump
away. He hadn't used quite enough lube and so Brooke's bumhole
started to get sore. Strangely Brooke found she loved this
treatment. The pain and humiliation seemed to set every nerve
ending in her body on fire and she moaned with a mixture of pain
and ecstasy.

After a few minutes Russel came but Brooke hadn't. Russel cut off
the ties. 'Now I'm going to leave you turned on but high and dry,
just the way you left me you disgusting little cock tease.' He
walked out and closed the door behind him. Brooke scrambled
across the room to her wardrobe where she kept her vibrators and
dildos, she got the largest one, the 12 incher Russel had given
her, smeared it in lube and jammed it up her cunt. She rode it
for several minutes until she came hard, too tired even to make a
noise. Then she crawled back into bed and went to sleep.

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Chapter 4
Brooke fucks a friend

Brooke went to visit her friend Carleen a few days later wearing
one of her summer dresses and they sat at Carleen's kitchen table
talking. Carleen was thin and short, with short brown hair and an
elfin white face and since it was a hot day she was just wearing
some denima shorts and a thin, sleeveless top. Her house was a
bit smaller than Brooke's and her family slightly less well off.
Carleen's father was a top programmer, but the internet boom was
over and they had to settle for a house with only two bedrooms
and no pool. Carleen's mother Patricia was in the next room
watching some quiz show but the door was open and Brooke was
pretty sure Patricia could hear them.

'Haven't seen you for a while. What's been happening?' asked
Carleen. 'Where did you get the car?'

'Russel paid for it,' said Brooke.

'How did you get him to do that?'

'I teased him.'

Carleen leaned toward her. 'Teased him how?'

'I was wearing a bikini that didn't cover much. So he could see
this,' said Brooke and she eased the straps of her dress off her
shoulders to show Carleen her big boobs.

'What are you doing?' whispered Carleen.

'You don't like them?' asked Brooke. 'I'm pretty sure you do.
I've seen you checking them out at the swimming pool when you
think I'm not paying attention to you. You're my best friend
because you've always wanted to get your hands on my big baps.
It's okay, I don't mind. Why do you think i hung around with a
little stick figure like you? It was because I wanted to break
you and wrap you around my little finger. I think all you really
want to do is this.' Brooke grabbed Carleen's head and forced it
toward her boob. 'Lick.' And lick Carleen did. She really went
nuts with the licking. Her little body shook and trembled with
lust. Then she stopped. 'Let's go to my room.'

Brooke let her dress slip down her body to the floor, stepped out
of it and slung it over her arm. She saw a movement out of the
corner of her eye. Patricia had been watching but had turned away
and was looking fixedly at the TV screen, her mouth drawn into a
thin, angry line. Brooke shrugged and went up to Carleen's room.

Carleen's room was dominated by a king sized bed flower patterned
covers and it was covered with stuffed animals. Brooke started to
move the stuffed animals off the bed and lay on it while Carleen
slowly took off her clothes.

'Trying to tease me?' asked Brooke.

Carleen stared at Brooke and gulped, seeming unsure about what to
do. Brooke grabbed her hand, pulled her gently over to the bed
and kissed her hard, while running one finger up and down
Carleen's labia. 'Mmmm, wet already.'

Brooke pulled Carleen down onto the bed and and arranged her body
so that one of her legs formed a triangle with the bed covers
rather than lying flat. Brooke started to kiss Carleen while
grinding her pussy against Carleen's raised leg, stopping once in
a while to rub her big tits in Carleen's face. After about tenty
minutes Brooke came with a loud moan. Just under the moan Brooke
could hear a sound, like the shuffling of feet outside the door
and decided to have some fun.

'So Carleen,' Brooke said loudly. 'You're naked on the bed with
me, we've been kissing and you've made me come. You're a dirty
little lesbian slut aren't you?'

'Yes,' said Carleen quietly.

Not good enough, thought Brooke. She grabbed Carleen's nipples
and twisted them hard. 'Say it.'

'Fuck! That hurt!'

Brooke twisted Carleen's nipples again harder.

'Say it.'

'I'm a dirty little lesbian slut.'

Brooke twisted Carleen's nipples again, then slapped them. 'Shout
it!'

'I'm a dirty little lesbian slut!'

'Very good, now for your reward,' said Brooke, moving down to
lick Carleen's pussy. That ought to give that nosy old bitch
something to think about, thought Brooke. Brooke stuffed a couple
of fingers into Carleen's pussy and started to lick her clit
directly. Carleen moaned loudly and started to grind her pussy
ito Brooke's face. After about ten minutes she came all over
Brooke's face.

Brooke, still covered in Carleen's pussy juice moved up Carleen's
body to kiss her, making Carleen taste her own juices.

'I'm a good friend aren't I?' said Brooke.

'Fuck, yeah,' said Carleen.

****

A couple of days later, Brooke went to Carleen's house and
knocked on the door, Carleen's mother Patricia answered. She had
a curly mop of dark hair, huge boobs (even bigger than Brooke's)
and a huge ass, she was slightly chunky, but not really fat. She
was dressed in a tight lycra top with no bra so that Brooke could
see her perky nipples and a short skirt, which wasn't very
different from Brooke's costume. And a costume it was, because
Brooke had a show to do.

'Hi, is Carleen in?'

Patricia shook her head. 'She's getting a dental checkup. I
thought she told you about that.'

Brooke shook her head. 'Gosh, maybe it slipped my mind. Mind if I
come in an wait?'

'Yes, I do mind, you're a bad influence,' said Patricia.

'I'm a bad influence? You're the one being very rude to a guest,
your daughter's best friend no less,' said Brooke.

Patricia looked at Brooke grudgingly and angrily but opened the
door wider and let her in anyway.

They sat down on the couch in Patricia's modest living room.
Patricia grudgingly turned off the TV games show channel she
seemed addicted to and they sat in silence for a few minutes.

'While we're on the subject of manners, do you know what else is
bad manners? Listening at other people's doors. Very bad manners,
very, very bad,' said Brooke breathily.

Brooke leaned toward Patricia and started to talk directly into
her ear, her breath disturbing Patricia's hair. 'You know what
else I think? I think you're a big fucking hypcrite. You look at
me as if I'd crapped on your carpet, but actually you're angry
because I fucked your little girl...instead of fucking you. You
put on a prudish act, but really you're a slag. Your pussy's been
used so often and so well that it's really big and loose. You've
got a whole fucking cupboard full of huge dildos upstairs to
remind you of the days when you'd fuck any man who asked you and
chase loads of them who hadn't begging them to stick their bigs
discks into your snatch or your ass until they were as big and
loose as they would be if you were a porn star or a hooker.

'And you know what really clinches it? You're just sitting here
listening to me call you a two bit whore and youre not throwing
me out because your big pussy's oiling up like the good old fuck
machine that it is in anticipation of me sticking my whole fist
up it.'

'That's outrageous,' said Patricia hoarsely, blushing and
trembling.

'Not a denial,' said Brooke. 'Let's see what your cunt has to
say.'

Brooke reached down to Patricia's panties and felt the moisture
leaking out of her snatch onto fabric of the panties.

'Ah, yeah, I knew it,' said Brooke. 'I knew that you're a slag
who wants to fuck your daughter's girlfriend. That's right isn't
it? You want to fuck me so bad.'

Patricia just sat there breathing hard and shaking like a leaf.

'Say it. Say you want me to fuck you,' said Brooke. 'Say it or
I'll get up and leave right now and you'll never know what my
cunt tastes like.'

'I want you to fuck me,' said Patricia. 'I want to lick your cunt
and your ass dry. I want you to fist me.'

'There,' said Brooke, 'that wasn't too hard.'

Brooke grabbed Patricia's top and pulled it up and over her head,
trapping her arms so that she couldn't move them properly.

'Wait, the curtains aren't drawn,' said Patricia, panicking.

'Gosh, neither they are,' said Brooke. 'Perhaps that's because I
want the neighbourhood to know that you're a big old slag who'll
fuck any young thing who offers herself to you.'

Brooke grabbed Particia's skirt and pulled it down, then pulled
down her panties.

Brooke looked at her friend's mother like a piece of meat and
sniffed disdainfully. 'Not bad. Your tits are sagging a little,
but then you are forty, perhaps that's to be expected. And your
cunt, well it does have big old lips and it is nice and wide.
I'll bet the truckers at the nearest greasy spoon love to park
their vehicles in that garage. Your ass isn't quite as tight as
it could be, you should work out a little.'

Brooke quickly pulled off her clothes and did a twirl. 'You
like?'

Patricia gulped.

'You do like. You like my curvy young body. I'm just eighteen
years old and you can't wait to get your hands all over me and
fuck the shit out of me. You can't wait to fuck your daughter's
best friend until she screams with lust and coats your nice setee
with pussy juice.'

Brooke pushed Patricia down on the couch and started to kiss her
and slap her big titties. She felt Patricia's hand fumbling down
her body to reach her cunt. Patricia grabbed Brookes clit and
pinched it hard. Brooke bit Patricia's lower lip and grunted.
'You old bitch, I'll make you pay for that.'

Brooke turned Patricia over and pulled her butt up so it was
pointing into the air. Then she started to work her hand into
Patricia's cunt while Patricia moaned with a mixture of pleasure
and pain.

'Fuck, you little bitch,' Patricia moaned.

'That's right, I'm a little bitch,' said Brooke. She lubed up
both of her hands and started working her whole right fist into
Patricia's snatch. She started to pump the hand in and out while
also working fingers from her left hand into Patricia's butthole.
'You like me fucking your big old cunt, don't you?'

Brooke pumped harder and harder and faster and faster  and ground
her mound against the couch and they both groaned and twisted and
growled. After about ten minutes Brooke had a mind shattering
orgasm and stopped pumping for a minute. She was soaked in sweat
and the couch was soaked with her fuck juice. Brooke got her
breat back and started pumping again and started to get back up
to speed. A few minutes later, Patricia let out a howl of ecstasy
and came there was so much fluid gushing out of Patricia's cunt
that Brooke's fist slipped out.

'I guess it's true what they say, old women really do lose
bladder control,' quipped Brooke.

But Patricia's guard was back up, she looked angry. 'You've
disgraced me in front of the whole neighbourhood. Get out!'

Brooke opened her mouth to reply but thought better of it.
Instead, she picked up her clothes and walked out onto the lawn
naked. She stood there for everyone to see and got dressed in a
leisurely fashion. There was an old man standing in the garden
next door watching with amazement. Brooke turned to him. 'You
might wonder what I'm doing out here naked. Well, I fucked
Carleen a few days ago and Patricia was made because I didn't
fuck her, so I came back to make amends and I made amends by
managing to fit my whole fist up her wide old pussy and she came
like a supernova went off between her thighs, but then she was
finished using her daughter's best friend like a cheap whore so
she threw me out.'

And now you're really disgraced you mean old bitch, thought
Brooke.

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