The next morning

Dean was up for a good portion of the night, in his mind he felt like he cheated on Brooke. His hand grazed and lingered on Larissa’s boobs while he cleaned her up. He felt he needed to tell Brooke.

Dean woke up to the sound of the shower in the bathroom. He checked next to him, it didn’t look like Brooke ever joined him, she probably stayed on the couch where Richard left her a mess. Even after sleeping he still felt guilty about touching Larissa. He needed to tell Brooke.

Dean got up out of bed and went to the bathroom door. He tested the door knob, surprisingly it wasn’t locked. He knocked on the door before coming in, “Hey Brooke…” he said while walking in. The bathroom was hot and steamy, “Yeah?” Brooke said from within the shower. Dean closed the door behind him and sat on the toilet facing the shower. “Can we talk about something? About last night?” Dean asked.

“Yeah? What about last night?” Brooke said.

“Well I kinda did something and feel guilty about it so I wanted to tell you…” Dean started explaining.

Brooke stopped the shower and opened the curtain. Dean stopped talking and admired Brooke’s naked wet body. She started drying herself off, “Well?” She said confused as to why he stopped. She clearly was distracting him.

Dean remembered his train of thought, “Well I kind of touched Larissa’s boob…” he quickly said.

“WHAT?!” Brooke yelled. Dean was surprised by her reaction, he didn’t expect such a big reaction, she was mad. Dean tried to explain what happened and why he touched her boobs, about Richard’s cum, about how he felt about it. Brooke was still mad, she didn’t understand why he would do such a thing. She was furious and naked standing in front of Dean. Dean kept looking down at her body and she noticed. “Am I just an object to you?” Brooke was fuming, she started ranting. Dean knew he was in trouble, he couldn’t get a word in and just stopped talking, he didn’t know what to say.

Brooke stood there with her hands on her hips. Dean couldn’t help it, he glanced down at her body once again.

“I guess I’m an object and should be treated as one,” Brooke said calmly. She started walking out of the bathroom still completely naked. “What?” Dean said. Brooke ignored him and kept walking. He got up and followed her. She ignored him in his pleas to make her stop and talk to him.

Brooke walked down the hallway and down the stairs, Dean didn’t know where she was going.

Brooke walked down the steps with Dean right behind her. Richard was sitting on the couch. Brooke still completely naked walked right over to Richard and started undoing his pants. Richard looked up at Dean, he didn’t say anything but his smile did. Dean couldn’t say anything, just watch.

Brooke got Richard’s pants undone and grabbed his soft cock which was sizably larger than Dean’s hard cock. She put his giant cock into her mouth and started sucking. Dean lost control of the situation and could not stop watching.

Richard put his hand on the back of Brooke’s head while she sucked his cock. Richard looked at Dean while he face fucked Brooke. Dean kept glancing back and forth between Richard’s stare and Brooke’s bobbing head.

Brooke lips smacked as she came off of Richard’s cock. She looked up at Richard while stroking his cock, “I’m your **** and you’re my master, I want to be treated like an object.” Brooke told him. “Shut up and suck my cock,” Richard demanded of her. Brooke deep throated Richard’s cock as best as she could, she was giving full effort.

“Get up, I want to fuck you,” Richard commanded. “Yes, Master,” Brooke responded. She got up off the floor and climbed on top of Richard straddling him. Brooke let out a very real moan when inserting Richard’s cock into her. She bounced up and down on his entire length, it didn’t take long for her to orgasm.

“So you’ll do anything I want?” Richard asked Brooke. “Yes Master…” she said. “Even…” Richard started saying before Brooke responded, “Yes, even that, Master.”

“Let’s go upstairs then,” Richard said. Brooke got up off of Richard and grabbed him by his hand to lead him. She bumped Dean while walking by him. All he could do was follow them upstairs.

They walked down the hall and into Dean’s bedroom. “Don’t let him in, lock him out,” Richard said to Brooke. She turned around and stopped Dean just outside the bedroom. “Brooke…” Dean said. “I’m just being what you want me to be,” Brooke said before shutting the door in his face and locking it.

Dean pulled out his phone, he could at least spy on them. A text popped up on his phone from a random number. He opened it, it was from Larissa…