The Usual

Dean was impressed with Richard and Brooke. Impressed that Richard could still get his dick hard since he already came 5 times today and impressed that after Brooke’s earlier fucking that she was up and active already.

Brooke didn’t stay passed out for long, she was already downstairs with Richard, although she wasn’t as lively as earlier. She was laying down just taking Richard’s cock.

Brooke and Richard no longer looked like pornstars in a porno. Both Brooke and Richard were partially clothed, only their bottoms halves partially exposed. Brooke was laying motionless on her back while Richard fucked her. They seemed to be fucking out of obligation to fill her with his seed as much as possible instead of for pleasure. Dean checked the clock, he normally would have already arrived home by now on a usual day. Did they want to get caught by him?

Dean finished filling up his car and drove home. He tried to avoid looking at his phone while driving, he didn’t want to crash.

Once Dean arrived on his street, he had to check his phone. Dean dangerously multitasked and pulled up the video of his living room. Brooke and Richard continued to fuck with Dean just around the corner from the house.

Dean arrived at the house and parked on the street since Richard’s car was in his spot in the driveway. He put his car in park and looked at his phone, he could see Richard jerking off his cock into Brooke’s pussy, that’s another load inside her, that makes 6. Dean was starting to lose track of how many times. He took a sigh of relief, he wasn’t sure what he would do if he walked in on them or how he should react, luckily they just finished.

Dean got out of his car and slammed the door shut, he was trying to be as loud as possible so he would alert Brooke and Richard that he was home. Dean locked his car a few times making the horn sound multiple times, he then walked slowly towards the front door, taking his time. He slowly put his key in the door, rattled the handle a bit and then walked through the door.

Brooke and Richard were sitting on the couch, fully clothed like they weren’t doing anything. “Hey guys,” Dean said. Brooke greeted him with a hello and Richard half waved while looking straight on towards the TV.

Dean left to walk up the stairs and surprisingly Brooke got up and followed him up the steps and into his bedroom. When Dean entered he turned around and received a hug from Brooke. “How was your day?” Brooke said as she squeezed him. Dean was taken back by the sudden affection. He hugged her back and inhaled a deep breath, that’s when he realized Brooke smelled. She reeked of sweat that had a manly musk smell to it. Holding her in his arms he could feel the clamminess of her skin. Dean took a couple of more sniffs, he couldn’t believe the smell was coming from her.

Brooke must have realized he was smelling her because she broke away from the hug, “What?” She said sounding offended. Dean thought that she had to know she didn’t smell good. He remembered the Richard told her earlier she couldn’t shower until he moved out... how long was that going to be, Dean wondered. Dean didn’t know what to say so he just avoided it and said, “nothing.” Brooke says, “No, I know, my clothes probably smell, I worked out a bit today...”

Brooke danced around the topic of what she actually did, “I should probably change,” she said. Brooke turned away from Dean and walked towards her closet. Dean needed to change out of his work clothes as well.

While Dean changed, Brooke stripped herself of her ‘gym’ clothes that were supposedly smelly. Dean kept peaking over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his girlfriend without getting caught. He realized this was ridiculous after a minute, she is his girlfriend still, he is allowed to stare at her.

Brooke stripped herself down to her bra and panties. Dean got dressed in some comfy clothes, he was no longer peaking over his should but now staring, Brooke didn’t notice though, she was too busy looking for something to wear. She turned towards Dean, he instinctively looked away, his inner thoughts yelling at each other. Dean felt stupid that he looked away. He looked back at Brooke, he could see the front of her panties were soaked, it was dark grey while the rest of the fabric was a light grey. Dean wondered if that was from her juices or Richard’s seeping out.

Brooke pulled up sweatpants over her dirty panties and threw on a baggy shirt. Dean was snapped back into reality when Brooke walked past him, he got hit with a breeze of perfume, but it didn’t mask the manly stench she had on her. “Are you coming down?” Brooke said while standing in the doorway.