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Chapter 3 by a.sir a.sir

Should Claire apologize to Blake or confront him?

Claire goes to apologize for her cheating ways

Holding the doorknob, Claire took a deep breath. She knew what she has to do, but she didn’t want to do it. She didn’t want to be spanked or flogged or punished. She didn’t want to be humiliated in front of Sarah or Ashleigh or Ian. Most importantly, she didn’t want to betray Blake’s trust. But the truth is, Claire told herself, she already betrayed Blake’s trust months ago: now it was time to fix it.

Blake, Claire said, writing the speech in her head as she waited outside the door, I have to tell you something. I should have told you this months ago.

I should have told you when it happened, right away. I shouldn’t have avoided calling you, avoided your calls.

I shouldn’t have lied to you when you called me, telling you everything was fine when everything was wrong.

I want to tell you the truth.

Claire closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she opened the door.

“What the fuck?”

Claire opened her eyes to what looked like the beginning of a porn shoot. Blake was still seated comfortably on the couch, but Sarah was kneeling on the floor between his knees, running her tongue along his nine inch cock. Both of her hands had disappeared beneath her dress, greedily flicking and fingering herself as she teased him. Or, knowing him, as he teased her: letting her lick it without sucking, letting her play with herself without cumming. The games he would play.

Her hair was carefully combed behind her ears as she stared up at Blake, pleading with her eyes. She heard the storm door slam shut behind Claire, but she didn’t even turn her head. No one at the party turned to look at her: Drew, Jordan, Ryan, some girls from high school, some guys she’d seen around but didn’t know, they were all engrossed in the scene, waiting to see what would happen next.

Claire dropped her purse on the ground, walking– almost running– past the kitchen, past the bathroom, over to the living room where everyone was standing.

“Blake, what the fuck is going on, baby?” Blake’s head was buried in Ashleigh’s straight, black hair as they mouthfucked. Ashleigh rubbed herself against Blake, her shirt straining more and more as she grinded her breasts into him.

She felt a panic attack coming on: shock, horror, fear, everything she tried to hold back came rushing through her. As if on cue, Sarah bent over and began to suck on his tip like it was a pacifier. The sound of Sarah sucking, of Ashleigh’s hungry lips on Blake’s, filled the room.

Claire tried to get closer, but the crowd stood like a wall between her and Blake. She watched over Ryan’s shoulder as Sarah began to deepthroat his cock, swallowing it in one deep thrust. Any innocence she had disappeared as she began bobbing up and down his cock.

“Working it like a fucking seal,” Drew whispered to Ryan. Sarah’s entire body swayed back and forth as she went down on him. Her make-up started to run as she sped up the pace, but she didn’t stop, forcing herself onto his dick even as she gagged, drooling all over him as she went down on.

“Hey, Jordan, what’s it like watching your ex hump someone else’s cock with her face,” Drew said with a laugh. Jordan was the only person who looked uncomfortable, but even he couldn’t bring himself to look away as the mascara poured down Sarah’s cheeks like tears.

Claire wanted to scream, but her voice was gone: all she could do was watch in silent horror as she listened to the gargling sounds of Sarah **** herself on Blake’s cock. Then, Ashleigh raised the stakes. Without letting up on Blake, she reached back and untied her top, letting her shirt fall loose to her waist.

She stroked her tits in her hands, covering them with oil or lube as she whispered something to Blake. Claire strained to hear what she was saying, hidden behind her wall of hair. Was she going to give him a boob job with her fake plastic tits? Or just smear them all over Blake while he shot his load in Sarah’s gaping mouth?

Claire couldn’t take anymore. She had to get out of there, away from Blake, away from all of them. She was halfway to the door when she heard a voice.

Who's there?

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