Meanwhile... (2/2)

JANICE

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Jack! Get out here you lazy wanker!"

Nothing,

How long had I been banging his door now? Five minutes? Fucking hell.

I said wednesday. He heard me say wednesday. It was now wednesday morning. Yet, he was nowhere to be found. Not answering his text messages, not answering his door...

Why did I come all this way for this little slimeball? I was dreading that I actually had to be his physical trainer today. That deal had 'catastrophe' written all over it.

But still. He had done something to Michelle. No doubt about it. And the last thing in the world I wanted was that piece of shit back in her life. I needed to know the score.

BANG! BANG!

"This is your last chance! I'm leaving now!"

The creep was always staring at my finely-sculpted tits and my luscious body, that I worked hard on every day. That fucking pervert. Like I didn't notice. Yeah, I know I made my body into a masterpiece that would drive any man crazy, but he was married to my sister for God's sake!

Besides, his pudgy body did nothing for me.

Screw this. He didn't feel like exercising today? Well, say goodbye to your last chance.

...Fuck. That wasn't true. He had me over a barrel. I wanted hear what happened between him and Michelle more desperately than he wanted to exercise.

This wasn't over, Jack.

MADELEINE

We had a problem.

I hated to admit it. But I didn't know any other way of looking at it.

Waking up next to Michelle, we just smiled at each other awkwardly. We needed to talk about this. We really did.

"Listen... Michelle baby...", I said while caressing her cheek. She knew what I was about address.

"Good morning to you, sweetie", she said and gave me a light kiss on the lips. "I'll make the breakfast, okay?"

She was avoiding it again. "Wait..." Nope. She was out of the bed. Didn't stop to listen to me.

I couldn't blame her. I really didn't want to talk about it either.

This had been the tenth night in a row. Tenth night neither of us was able to cum while having sex.

And we tried everything. Kissing, sucking, 69 position, strap-ons, double dildos, and even some light spanking. That last one was a bad idea anyway, it just reminded us of that awful night with Jack.

That's when it started, by the way. The night she slapped my face and I spanked her ass. It must have had some effect on all this. Did we lose some love for each other? And that's why we couldn't cum?

No, that was stupid. Cumming had nothing to do with love. I had learned that during my experimenting days with all the bi-curious high school chicks. This was just... really fucking weird.

So my thoughts drifted to the most likely cause. The main reason this was so hard to talk about.

We felt bad about what we did to Jack. Maybe that's why weren't able to enjoy each other as much anymore. I knew that my guilty thoughts were haunting me daily now. And I had more than my suspicions that Michelle was as bothered too. I know she put up fight when I suggested sending that lesbian picture of us to Jack, but deep inside she wanted to do it too.

And for a day after that, we both felt really good. Like we had actually been reprimanded for our sins, and now we could move forward with our lives.

That was an illusion, of course. It only made things worse. So much worse in fact, I had to do something I thought I would never do in a million years.

Suck... Jack off.

Oh God. But I had made him feel better, right? Even just a little bit?

...Did I cum because of that? I felt good about what I did, and I could finally allow myself to cum? It was weird, like two minutes after doing that, I just suddenly came out of nowhere. After desperately trying to do that for a week.

But here's the odd thing. I didn't feel good about sucking him off. It was just a weird fucking experience. And Jack acted way too bossy. Like I saw a new side of him, and it was scary. But still, I came. I couldn't deny that.

"Breakfast's ready!", she shouted from downstairs. Great. Another breakfast of us awkwardly trying to find some other things to talk about.

No. I couldn't take it anymore. We needed to acknowledge what was going on here.

The issue had to be Jack. Therefore, the solution also had to be Jack.

GRETCHEN

Don't think about it...

Don't think about daddy's dick...

Don't think about daddy's huge dick splitting you in half...

Don't think about daddy's huge dick splitting Lana in half...

Don't think about daddy's huge dick splitting Lana in half while he chokes you....

...oh god oh god ohgodohgo-

PING!

Oh my God! A text message? Is it finally from daddy? Please oh please oh please!

I lifted my pussyjuice-stained fingers from my cunt and picked up my phone. It would probably smell bad for days now.

Fuck. No. It was just Teresa asking about same dates. Fucking hell. Don't tease me like that!

Seriously, where is he? He just left like that after yesterday. After that.... awful and at the same time most exciting experience of my life. I mean the way Lana just chugged his dick down... No, I can't start rubbing myself again. I was just making myself insane with lust now. I needed to think. Was he okay? Did he want me to do something? Should I do something?

He made me kiss Lana... And her tits. I should be mad. I really really should. It didn't matter how soft they were. He was insane with power, making me do whatever he wanted and humiliated the both of us...

Making me do whatever he wanted...

I can't believe that it was less than two weeks ago, that he sneaked up behind me and completely blew up my life. It felt like a lifetime ago. Like that was a different Gretchen. That was the.... 'bitchy' Gretchen, as he called it... That only wanted to please Maria and make the best fashion magazine in the world.

I didn't care about that anymore. I really didn't. I could lie to myself all day, but I knew it was true.

I only wanted to please him now. **** on his dick 24/7 and have him pat my head.

I disgusted myself. Well, I disgusted my former self.

This had to be love. Utter, complete, absolute and self-destroying love. Nothing else could explain it. He had a key to my heart and the key was his huge dick. That could destroy my pussy. And Lana's pussy. And any other woman's pussy.

I was getting unbearably hot again. Was I supposed to do something? Search for daddy?

I couldn't text him. I didn't want to bother him again. He would contact me if he needed me. And he wasn't in the office this morning. Maybe he just had a mission of some kind again?

What exactly was he planning all the time?

Oh God. I didn't care. I just wanted to help him. I just wanted to be there for him. Like his little puppy dog. Like his little ****.

...Please Gretchen. You are still a person. Please don't lose your whole self-respect.

...But it was really, really fucking hard not to.

PING!

Another message! Please be daddy please please please!

Somehow my other hand had slipped down my panties again.

The message was from... Mimi?

...

Really? After two years of silence she messages me now?

...I wouldn't read it. No way.

How dare she interrupt my fantasies about daddy.