Frank leaves

The men slowly untangled, leaving Carol sprawled half-conscious on the couch, her asshole gaping and leaking spunk.

"Holy Fuck that was something else!" John laughed, "What a filthy fuckin' slut!"

"I told you she was a monster," David agreed. "I nailed her at our last party. She pretty much demanded I fuck her. Bent her over a bathroom counter and railed the snot out of her."

"Natalie know?"

"Yeah, but she's ok with it. You saw how much of a slut she can be. We've got a pretty open relationship."

Frank pulled his clothes on and left the room, waving to the guys as he shut the door. He took a deep breath, smiling at the sexual carnage he had created with the ****, and feeling energised and excited by events. He was about to head downstairs when he heard a male voice, sharp and angry, coming from an open door down the hall. Curious about a noise that wasn't moaning or fucking, he strolled down to see what was going on.

"Shut your fucking mouth!" a man said as Frank looked in the doorway of what was clearly an office. "I caught you redhanded, so stop your fucking lies."

Patty, naked except for her panties, cowered naked on top of a desk, as a young man glared sternly at her.

"Honest! I wasn't stealing! I wasn't!" she whimpered, her nervous smile flickering on her face.