INDISCRETIONS CHAPTER 11 (Part 1)

I leave my study room after I hear a disturbing noise from outside. I recognize Lisa and Jessica’s voices, but there are also other voices I don’t recognize, both men and women.

I track the voice and walk toward my living room. There, I not only find my wife, Lisa, and my daughter, Jessica, but there’s also Sheila Lowell and even Ray in the room. They are in an orgy.

My wife was being fucked by a hung, muscle-bound black man. He was bigger and more muscular than me. He looked like a punk with a hydrant red mohawk hair and facial piercings. The man was railing Lisa senselessly from behind as he fucked her doggystyle. I looked at my wife; Lisa seemed to be really out of it, her eyes had rolled back because of pleasure, and her tongue was out like a dog panting. Lisa only let out a guttural moan as the man fucked her. It is very unlike Lisa to let out such an obscene sound. She never was like that when she was having sex with me. She isn’t the respectable PTA chairwoman that I know; she looks like…a whore. Yes, seeing her be like that right now reminds me of these whorish pornstas I see in the video sent by Mistress Noir.

As a husband and a father, I should have moved quickly to stop them, but the man strikes fear into me; he radiates danger that makes me feel small and weak, and I instinctively wanted to avoid confronting him.

I can only curl my hand into a fist and swallow my anger as I let my attention wander to the rest of the room.

Unlike Lisa, who was at the mercy of a black man, Ray seems to have those black guys under her control. She was surrounded by three guys; each of her hands was stroking a guy’s cock. Not only a handjob, but she was also giving a lucky guy a blowjob. The big-boobed psychiatrist seems to enjoy it.

These men don't lay their hands on Ray and let Ray control the flow. These big men look strong, but they behave submissively in front of Ray. I wonder what makes Ray able to tame these men?

“No, don’t put it inside, you’re going to tear me apart!”

I turn my attention to another direction because of a loud yell. Sheila is yelling in pain as another black guy with at least 10-inch in length pushing her cock inside her asshole. Sheila was grimacing in pain as the big guy forced his cock deeper inside her ass. I think the man will really split apart the nubile girl. Fortunately, the guy seems to know that Sheila is at her limit and pulls his cock out of her ass.

Sheila falls to the ground like a broken rag doll; her breath is short and erratic.

I thought she would feel relieved after the man freed her, but Sheila then does something that is against my expectation.

“Put it back, please, put your big black cock back in my asshole,” Sheila begged the man to fuck her again.

Am I mishearing it? Wasn’t she begging the man to not put his big dick into her ass before? Why did she want him to put his cock back? Why? I still can’t think of a logical reason.

“Are you sure you want me to put my cock back to your asshole again? This time I will not pull back even if you ask me. I will impale you with my cock until your ass is ruined,” asked the hung black man.

“Yes, yes, put it back. I’m sorry that I asked you not to fuck my ass. You can destroy my ass. Split me apart with your cock. This time, I will not tell you to pull back,” Sheila replied.

“I’m curious, what made you change your mind? Tell me a good reason, and I will put my cock back in your hole.”

I too was curious about her reason and perked up my ears for her answer.

“It’s because of your cock. Your cock, feels so good, it almost breaks my mind. It’s a religious experience for me. And I feel lost once you pull your cock out, it makes me realize how much I need your cock inside of me. So, please, I beg you, fuck me in the asshole again, Master,” Sheila explained her reason to the man.

The man had a smug smile on his face as he heard Sheila’s answer. “Good girl, I like your initiative to call me Master, so I will reward you. I will destroy your ass without mercy this time.”

The man easily lifted Sheila because of the discrepancy in their strength. He began to impale her ass with his cock. Sheila was still grimacing in pain, but she didn’t let out a sound.

“Oh my god, it feels fucking painfully good.” It was Sheila’s last word before her body suddenly shuddered as the man impaled her with his whole length. Like Lisa, her tongue lolled out, and her eyes crossed in the middle. She fainted. I don’t know whether it was from the pleasure or the pain, or both.

The sight of Sheila being fucked in the ass until she fainted silly left a deep impression on me. Is his cock that good? Sheila described it as a religious experience. I know it is an exaggeration, but I wonder how close it is to the truth.

I quickly throw the thought away from my mind. I don’t want to think about cock. I try to distract my thoughts by looking at one last girl in the room, Jessica, my daughter.

Jessica is the exception in this orgy. She is being fucked by the only white guy in the orgy. The white guy was wearing a latex hood, so I couldn’t tell his identity. The man seems to do his best to fuck my daughter in doggystyle, similar to how her mother is fucked by the black man. But Jessica’s response is not something I expect; she treats the man coldly. Her face looks bored; she doesn't even let out a moan, and keeps smoking her cigarette as if there is no man fucking her right now.

“Booriing…Come on, have you put your cock inside my holes? How could I not feel anything?” Jessica berates the man in a vicious tone.

“Yes, I’m already putting it inside. Don’t you feel it?” The white man responds.

The man groans as he pushes his hip back and forth faster, but Jessica's expression doesn't even change.

“Your cock must be so little to the point I can't feel anything between my legs; I should have expected it from a guy like you,” Jessica mocks the man

“No, I'm not that small!” The man denies that he has a small cock as Jessica alleged.

“Really? Look at the black guy who fuck Sheila in the ass. Is your cock comparable in size to that man's?”

The man looked at the black guy. I don't know how much bigger the man's cock is compared to his cock, but the white guy goes silent after he looks at the man who is fucking Sheila and looks defeated.

“So, how's the result? How much smaller are you than the black guy fucking Sheila?” Jessica asks the man derisively. She doesn’t even look back at the man.

“Much smaller,” the man answers honestly.

“As I expected. Ugh…why did I get you when others could enjoy being fucked by big black cocks?”

“Fuck you bitch, no matter how small my cock is, I will cum inside you,” the man suddenly gets angry and grabs a handful of her hair while still desperately thrusting his cock back and forth inside her pussy.

Jessica resists and struggles to break free from the man, but in her position, there is little she can do aside from protesting.

“Release my hair, you incompetent fuck, I didn’t consent for you to be rough with me!” Jessica complains while she keeps trying to break free from the man.

“You love those rough black men, but not when I am being rough with you? What a hypocritical brat!” The man countered.

I can stop him from hurting my daughter. Unlike those black men, the white man isn’t bigger than me. I made my decision in a second and confronted the white guy.

“Hey, you bastard, get your filthy hand off of my daughter!” I warned the guy.

“You want me to stop fucking this impudent bratty bitch? Why don’t you stop these black guys instead of trying to stop fellow white guys like me? Are you too scared to fight them?”

His words threw a jab at my heart. He is not wrong to say that I am too scared to fight these black guys, but I consider it to be wise rather than cowardly. Why fight a fight I can’t win? It’s stupid, but why should I explain it to him? I don’t waste my words and am about to punch the man, but someone stops me before I can even launch my punch.

“Enough, Paul. Don’t be a party pooper.”

I turn around and look at the speaker. My expression turns hostile as my eyes meet hers. Standing in front of me is the woman I consider my enemy, Mistress Noir in the flesh. She was dressed in her signature high-slit black dress and black opera mask.

“Mistress Noir. What are you doing in my house, and how can you be here, you wicked corruptor?” I ask her.

“Can you be more ignorant, Paul? I’m here because I am the one who organized this orgy. And as for how I can be in your home, well, it’s easy; your wife opened the door for me,” Mistress Noir answered my question.

“No, it can’t be; my wife won’t open the door for you.”

“Paul…oh, Paul, poor you. You don’t realize that not only your wife, but your daughter, her friends, and many others are already under my control.”

“No way, it can’t be! You are lying!” I refuse to believe the wicked woman’s words.

“Your beloved family, your cherished community, all will be corrupted by me. I wonder, should I change this conservative community you pride yourself on being part of to be the most degenerate community in this city? I think of making this place a sexual theme park, a red district with the people here as their attraction; your wife and daughter will be the most freakish amongst other attractions in this community.”

“Stop! I will call the police! I will make sure you will rot in jail.” I swear at her.

The wicked woman just chuckles over my threat. “Police? Paul, the police won’t believe you. I haven’t broken any laws yet. Your wife was the one who opened the door for the boys and me; she and others were giving their full consent for this orgy. Right, girlies?”

“Yes, Mistress. It was me who opened the door for you, and I also fully consented to what happened in the orgy. You aren’t liable for anything that happened here.”

Before I could answer Mistress Noir, Lisa interjects and replies in defense of the wicked woman. Lisa is no longer being fucked by the big, black punk gangster but resting on the man’s embrace. She looks sober and fully in control of herself, not a squealing mess I saw a few minutes ago.

“See, Paul. Police can’t touch me, because your wife and anyone here will vet me. Meanwhile, I can ruin your life without worry. Now, I will punish you because you dare to threaten me. Maybe after the boys rough you up, you will be a little more pleasant to see and know your manners.” Mistress Noir has a triumphant expression on her face as she gloats.

The sexy black-dressed woman clapped her hands. “He’s all yours, guys. Rough him up, boys.”

Mistress Noir then walks out of the living room.

“Don’t run, you bitch!” I curse at her. I want to chase after her, but the group of big, black-skinned gangsters is blocking the way, surrounding me with hostility.

I feel a thud on the back of my head. I glance toward who is behind me before I fall to the floor. The one who hit me was ironically the white man I wanted to punch before.

The other black guys quickly surround me without giving me any way to escape. Their feet are about to land on my body, and I can already imagine the pain train.

“NO!” I scream.

I jolt awake with a shiver and cold sweat drenching my back.

A nightmare. It was just a nightmare.

I let out a relieved sigh.

I should believe my mother when she said that I shouldn’t sleep in some weird attire. I quickly removed my wig and undressed my babydoll nightwear. I usually wouldn't blame things on superstition, but right now, I need some outlet to calm myself and make me feel a little bit better. Blaming it on superstition gives me the boost of peaceful feeling that I need. A psychological assurance that the nightmare won’t hit me again for the time being.

After I calmed down, I picked up the wig and dress that I had thrown to the floor and folded them neatly. Pity. I’m not ready to sleep as Patricia; maybe I will have better luck next time, but it’s enough for tonight.

Continued in next part >>>

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