Leila’s trial month as a house guest turned into five months, and in that time the dynamics between her and Delia and Nathan gradually changed.
Call it a case of familiarity breeds contempt, but Delia’s constant supervision of Leila wore on the friendship and changed the bond between them. Delia increasingly saw Leila as unredeemable.
While Leila got better as a housekeeper and could be counted on to baby-sit while Delia and Nathan went out on dates, Leila would not stop using. She was expected to pay a modest $500 a month in rent and Nathan’s study was converted into a guestroom.
But Leila kept blowing her money on coke and coming up short on rent. Every month, she was short one or two-hundred dollars. This set off a chain reaction. Nathan would get after Delia and Delia would scold Leila and Leila would promise to make it up on the next paycheck. She never did.
Meanwhile, the sexual dynamic was poisoning the marriage. Nathan was fucking Leila every time Delia wasn’t around, then lying about how much sex they were having.
Delia, because of her own outlook on the Leila situation, lost any respect she had for her friend and became increasingly short-tempered and domineering. She had no qualms about slapping Leila or making her lie on the floor while Delia tried to suffocate her by grinding her pussy on poor Leila’s face.
On one occasion, Nathan had a couple of male friends over and Delia noticed how they kept sneaking glances at the house guest. Delia, drunk with power and soul-riddles with mean-spirited intent, asked them, “Want to fuck her?”
Leila wasn’t present during that exchange, but the men were reassured, “She won’t mind, she won’t mind at all. She’s a little fucking whore.”
To prove it, Delia yelled at Leila to come in the living room. Once she was present, Leila was told by her best friend, “Lift your dress and show these men your cunt.”
Leila’s eyes darted around the room and all the persons present, trying to get a quick read of the situation, then she pulled her long black hair forward, partially hiding her face. She lowered her head and pulled up her sundress and showed that she was not wearing underwear.
Delia saw Leila hiding her face and wasn’t pleased. She stepped behind Leila, gathered the black locks in her hands and pulled them away and forced Leila’s head up. “Do you want these men to fuck you?”
Leila looked at Nathan’s friends and then focusing on one, said in a dull monotone, “If they want to, I guess so.”
Delia was tempted to press Leila for a more assertive answer, but was interrupted when one of the guests said, “Alright!”
He stood up, stepped into Leila’s face, reached for her pussy and started rubbing her. He stared into her eyes until he saw her eyes wilt into desire. “Yeah, mmmm, you’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”
It took but a few moments for them to undress her and put her on her hands and knees. Delia took Nathan’s hand, led him to the sofa where they watched the two men turn into whoremongers who goaded Leila on and on.
“Suck that dick! Uhh, yea, fucking hot. Slobber on my knob, slobber on it good, yea bitch, oh that’s some good head.”
A man out of Leila’s view for much of this fuck session kept slapping her ass. She heard and felt his big hand make little flesh quakes, giving her butt the pow-pow. And she couldn’t help but moan her modest layer of ass fat rippled under his blows. She deep-throated cock and gagged her way through a slow and at times vicious mouth fucking.
The man behind her had his cock everywhere. Entering her vagina, then her anus, then back again, wiping his wet cock on her ass and inner thigh, then anchoring it again inside her for another quick series of thrusts.
They had their fun. And Leila was far from entirely unhappy about it. They did manage to make her cum, although that was lost on Delia, who lost interest and was sucking her own husband’s cock.
Losing in Court The fifth month of Leila’s residency was a turning point, but not for the better. Leila had performed poorly on the psychological evaluation. This led to a court-order drug test, which she failed.
At the custody hearing, the judge allowed her only supervised and limited visitation.
The ruling and all the events that led up to it gnawed at Leila’s heart and she dealt with it as she always had, she sought solace through getting bombed out of her mind.
The day of the hearing, she called Ace.
He had been calling on her again for a couple of weeks. He had broken up with his girlfriend and needed a MILF slut to use. Leila had been resisting him, she knew that was nothing but trouble, but she needed what he delivered.
He invited her over and she drove to his house. In no time, she was line snorting snow she didn’t have to pay for, drinking rum shots and sucking his cock and balls.
After draining Ace, she let him take her out and they hit a club in the night district. She dirty-danced with him and several other men and was not unaware that Ace was lining her up for a gangbang.
After three hours of dancing in the club, she was smashed on mixed drinks and coke lines and was—for all the male population to see—a wasted slut on her way to a cock train.
Somewhere along the way, Leila never realized that Ace had rifled her purse, taken her debit card and emptied her account.
She was taken back to Ace’s place, with a caravan of cars in the rearview mirror. She kept laughing, “Mmm, ha, ha, we’re being followed! Mmm, what do they want, Ace?”
He fingered her pussy as he drove, “Baby, they want some more of you!”
She moaned with lust, “Nnn, they do? Ooo!”
The rest of that night was a kaleidoscopic blur of cocks, testicles, musky male scents, cologne, ear-splitting slaps, hairy arms, stinging pinches, flying ropes of liquid white, big man hands, sneering grins, open laughing and howling male mouths, shining carnivorous teeth, flaring nostrils, glaring eyes, beady eyes, cumming eyes, rolling to the whites eyes and killer eyes.
Her emotions road on the big-girl rollercoaster. She was at once horny, scared, anxious, submissive, and then impotently angry, insatiable, demanding. Her emotions riveted around like a steel ball in a pinball machine. She couldn’t keep up with the mix of intense feelings that raced through her.
She would ask for names when her mouth wasn’t stuffed. She would try to make human connections, but there were no ties to be knotted. All they knew or cared about was here was this fucked up, MILF that was fine and ripe for total abuse.
They had a bukkake slut and they were all in competition to see how many deposits they could leave on their fuck toy for the night.
Leila woke up in the middle of the following day. The first thing she noticed was she was sore from head to toe, but especially sore in her throat. Then she realized she couldn’t open her eyes.
She slowly reached for her eyelids and found they were glued shut. She picked impatiently at the cum and then her nose registered the smell of sperm. It was so strong a smell this time that she knew she had really gone wild the night before, but she couldn’t remember how or even where she was.
She lay there on the carpet floor of Ace’s living room, trying to put the events of the night before in some order, but that last thing she remembered clearly was dancing in the club.
She knew that was more to it, but the rest was a pile of puzzle pieces that didn’t make any sense.
Leila rolled onto her stomach, tucked her legs in and felt soreness in her thighs. She made herself sit up and look around. She recognized Ace’s place and called out his name. There was no answer.
Then she realized there was noon light coming through the window and became concerned. She had missed work and not called in. She groaned and forced herself to her feet. She wandered around the room looking for her belongings. She found her dress by the front door and her purse tossed in a corner. She got out her cell phone and called her boss.
He gave her a nasty scolding, but he seemed content to simply get a reassurance she would show up tomorrow.
Leila took a shower, got dressed and drove to a fast-food restaurant. She ordered breakfast, but her card wasn’t accepted. That freaked her out. She checked her account on her phone and saw it was empty. That freaked her out even worse, as she would have to explain she had nothing for the rent next week.
“Nothing. Goddammit!”
