A blowjob

Remembering the piece of paper with the master plan, today was supposed to be a blowjob day. The plan was devised in a way to build up tension for Richard before letting him get his next release, and considering how last night went, plus Brooke ignoring him all day, that plan was working better than intended. Dean waits a few minutes, then sneaks out into the hallway. The door is closed, so there isn't anything for him to see. Richard more than makes up for it with what he can hear.

*gluck gluck gluck*

*slap*

"That's what you get for teasing me like that you fucking bitch," Richard grunts out loudly. The rules that Dean made specifically mention that when she is giving him head, he is in charge. Richard takes full advantage of that rule, without knowing it even exists. Dean has his cock in his hand, rapidly pumping it as he listens in. Dean hears Richard hawk a loogie and spit. Dean almost cums in his pants. He knows Brooke hates being spit on from the one time he tried it. He holds his breath to see how she responds.

*gluck gluck gawwwwwwk*

Whatever response she may have had in mind is drowned out as she chokes on Richard's cock. "You're going to take every fucking inch tonight if it kills you," growls Richard. That pushes Dean over the edge, who spills his seed all over the ground. Cursing, he takes off his shirt to quickly wipe up the mess. In the meantime, Richard is far from done. Even as Dean sneaks back into his room, he can hear Richard punishing Brooke for her actions.

Dean goes to bed and falls asleep, finally satisfied for the first time today. Hearing a door open, he groggily opens his eyes and looks at the time. Four o'clock. His eyes shoot open. It's been nearly six hours since Brooke ran off to Richard's room. He rushes to the door and cracks it open. The hallway light is on and he can hear someone slowly shuffling towards the bathroom. When he sees Brooke, he almost feels bad for setting all this stuff up. Almost. Her hair and makeup is completely ruined. Her ass and tits are both bright red from being slapped so hard and so long. Dean swears he can even see the imprint of a bite on her ass. Her face got the worst of it, though. Cum, tears, snot, and spit, much of it not her own, cover every inch of her pretty face, so thick that the mess runs all the way down to her chest. On her face, what little can be seen of it, is an expression that looks similar to ones seen on soldier's faces in WW2 photographs.

Dean hides from view as she gets closer, but she is so obviously exhausted from her ordeal that he doubts if she would have noticed him if he was standing right in front of her. Climbing back into bed, he strains his ears, listening as the shower runs, then stops, before his door opens and Brooke gently slides into bed, as naked as the day she was born. She is asleep before her head hits the pillow.