Brittany arrives

Frank pulled out of Vanessa's pulsing asshole, leaving it gaping and oozing cream. She lay slumped and panting, no more than half conscious. He looked down on her, grinning cruelly before pulling some clothes on and getting a drink and sitting down.

He had been watching her for several minutes and seeing no signs of her recovering her senses when his doorbell rang. Smiling, he put his drink down and checked the video before opening to door to welcome Brittany.

With a little mewl of pleasure she melted into his arms, holding him tight and kissing him deeply. He stroked her body, feeling her tremble and gasp excitedly, then pulled back slightly to look at her.

"You look delicious," he chuckled.

"I wanted to dress up for you...I borrowed my mother's lipstick...I thought the bright red looked sexy...It's not too slutty is it?"

"It's the perfect amount of slutty," he smiled.

"I...I...brought some things...I mean...if it's ok...and you don't mind...if I sleep here? I thought we could have fun in the morning too...." She held up an overnight bag to show him.

"That would be great. Your mother isn't going to worry?"

"No...she...she knows...we talked...about how I feel about you...about loving you...she...she hopes you'll...you'll fuck her again..."

Frank shook his head and smiled, leading the blonde teen into the house. She stopped with a gasp as she saw Vanessa sprawled on the couch, the evidence of her sodomy plain to see. She looked at Frank with wide eyes, her gaze flickering between him and the nude woman.

"This is the slut who lives across the street," he said casually. "She needed a fuck, but now she won't get up and go home. I'm going to have to do something with her."

"Wha...what?"

"I have something in mind. Go in the kitchen and fill a bowl with water. Get a box of crackers out of the pantry. I'll get this bitch moving." Brittany bit her lip and looked uncertain, but obeyed without hesitation, turning back to look at Frank as he bent over Vanessa.