Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
Brenda must have realized what she was getting herself into when she agreed to come back. Based on what had happened the day before, she must have known that Stuart and Thomas weren't just going to remain mere observers. And yet, she had simply and eagerly accepted the invitation, willingly returning to the den of three horny perverts.
When she knocked on our door around 4pm, I went to let her in and invited her into the kitchen for a drink. While I poured her a glass of wine, she started talking to Stuart, who walked over to us, after pausing his video game. She seemed a bit nervous, but also clearly horny. Her short, black business skirt and white, almost see-through blouse made sure my cock was hard straightaway.
Suddenly, before Stuart or I could make a move, Thomas came out of his room, sporting a massive boner as well, which he was holding in his right hand. Brenda glanced back at him and down at his massive cock, but didn't say anything. Thomas didn't say anything either -- he didn't even greet her -- and walked up to her, putting his left hand on her ass.
Brenda simply brushed her hair behind her ear as she looked back at him, letting him caress her butt and, a few seconds later, unzip her skirt. As she and Stuart continued talking, Thomas pulled down her skirt and then her panties. When he nudged his dick against her pussy from behind, she put down her glass and placed her hands flat on the kitchen counter -- bracing herself.
Without further ado, Thomas penetrated her and started slowly fucking her, right there in front of us. After about twenty seconds, Brenda leaned on just the one hand while she used her other to unbutton her blouse and push her bra up to expose her rack. She then started squeezing her tits pretty roughly as she grunted and moaned loudly.
Stuart and I took our cocks out and started jacking off, while we waited for Thomas to finish with her. He didn't need long, and after spurting inside of her, he slumped down on a nearby chair -- pretty pleased with himself. Stuart eagerly took his place, grabbed her hips and just rammed his dick into her drenched twat, and started thrusting as hard and as fast as he could.
Unfortunately for Brenda, Stuart finished even faster than his friend. After ejaculating inside of her, after merely ten or fifteen thrusts, he stepped back and took a moment to compose himself. Thomas and Stuart looked at one another and swiftly moved into the living room to play a video game.
It must have been pretty obvious to Brenda that they didn't care about her and that she was just fuck meat to them. Unsurprisingly, she didn't seem to care. Instead, she simply glanced at me as I hesitated to make my move, for some inexplicable reason.
My cock sure was hard enough, as it was still getting pumped by my right hand. And it was pretty clear that Brenda wasn't going to object to taking a third shafting. And yet, I delayed... and did absolutely nothing!
After waiting patiently for another twenty seconds or so, she suddenly grabbed my hand and guided me into my room.
"Can't say I am surprised," she chuckled, "I figured something like this was going to happen eventually. After all, you can't change who you are!"
"What are you talking about?" I replied, as I closed the door behind us.
"Like I said yesterday, Mark, you're a fucking loser," she whispered, as she wrapped her hand around my fat shaft, "You had me all to yourself. But you just had to bring your roommates into the mix... and then you invited me back here, knowing damn well what was going to happen."
"It just means you're a slut, not that I..." I tried to defend myself.
"Oh, I am a dirty, cheating, good-for-nothing-else little slut, no doubt about that," she blatantly admitted, "But that doesn't change the fact that you're a loser!"
I didn't know what to say, so I just glanced down at the ongoing handjob.
"Deep down you know you're an inferior specimen of a man," she whispered as she kept jerking me off, "That's why your cock isn't in my twat right now..."
Before I could think of something clever to say, she continued, "On occasion, your testosterone levels surge and you do something manly -- like when you took advantage of me in my vulnerable state yesterday. But you, inevitably, revert back to your natural sissy state."
"I... I..." was all I could utter, as I felt my balls tensing up.
"Look, I'll prove it to you," she said, "You're about to cum, right? Well, I am going to stop jacking you off at the last possible second and ruin your orgasm. A real man wouldn't stand for that!"
The more and the louder I moaned and grunted, the slower she stroked my dick. In the end, she was just rubbing my cock head with two fingers... and I was still on course for an orgasm.
But then, as promised, she took her hand off my dick -- at the worst possible time. I slammed my hands flat on the nearby wall, right next to her and grunted loudly, but made no effort to reach for my throbbing cock. She chuckled as she watched a few drops of sperm ooze out.
"Oh my god," she whispered, laughing at me, taking immense pleasure in my suffering.
"Fucking slut," I grunted.
"You know, Mark," she grinned, "I am not the bad guy here. I am giving you exactly what you need!"
"What I...? Yeah right," I reacted, trying to sound angry.
"Alright then," she said, "Push me on my back and fuck me! Come on, I ruined your orgasm. I bet you can get hard again in no time... come on, fuck me, as hard as you can!"
Of course, I did nothing.
"Or at least make me lick your balls... or suck your dick!" she whispered.
As I didn't move for another five seconds, Brenda added, "Or turn around and tell me to eat your ass... I'll do any of those things, or all three if you want, but you'll have to make me do it!"
She patiently waited for another fifteen seconds as I just stood there, doing absolutely nothing -- which more than proved her point.
"Oh my god," I whispered, as I sat down on the bed, shocked, as I could no longer deny the truth.
"I AM a fucking loser," I whispered to myself. Brenda chuckled and got down on her knees in front of me, touching my flaccid cock with her index finger.
"Elise practically threw herself at you... if you'd been a real man, you could have bent her to your will, and used her to your heart's content, but you didn't, did you? You did have a single moment of manliness when you told her off, but then you ruined it! You started submitting to an already submissive woman... I am guessing that's why she went off the rails and disappeared."
I looked her in the eye and thought for a moment, realizing she was probably right.
"So, it's my fault that she..."
"It's in your nature to ruin a good thing. It makes you feel even more like a loser," she whispered, wrapping her hand around my flaccid shaft.
"If you'd put in a little effort, I am sure you could find a slut to swallow your cum on a daily basis, but instead, you prefer to constantly jack off and cover everything you own in your slimy sperm," Brenda stated, glancing around the room, at the many, many cum stains all over the place. My cock hardened in her hand.
"You ruined a once-in-a-life time thing with Elise, and now..."
"... with you," I finished her train of thought. She nodded and smiled sympathetically.
"Luckily for you, my self-esteem is at an all-time low and I am so desperate for nasty, meaningless sex, that I probably won't cut you off... but it'll be different from the experience I am planning to provide your friends from here on out!" Brenda whispered.
"Different how?" I inquired.
"Let me show you," she replied as she turned around and slowly backed up her naked ass towards me, slowly squatting down, hoovering her bare pussy over my hard dick. She slowly slid her twat down my rock-hard cock, making me gasp for air.
Then, she started fucking me, for about a minute, bouncing up and down my fat cock. The closer I came to an orgasm, the slower she seemed to move. I realized what she was up to, and it only made my cock harder -- which made her go even slower. Despite my increasing frustration, I did eventually reach some sort of climax.
But, as I started shuddering underneath her, Brenda quickly pulled her pussy off my dick, turned around, squatted down in front of me and whispered, "Don't touch it... let it go."
We both glanced at my fat cock, veering back and forth, desperately longing for some additional friction. When none came, it had no choice but to spill its guts then and there.
A small, pathetic amount of spunk oozed out of my tip, onto my right foot. When I didn't reach out to pump it, Brenda chuckled, openly mocking me. She waited for my dick to go completely limp, before getting up and heading for the door.
"Now, if you'll excuse me," she said, with an evil grin, "I'm going to go suck some cock."
Then she walked out, leaving me there -- spectacularly unsatisfied -- to think about what she'd said and done, and to fantasize about what she'd be doing next to Stuart and Thomas.
Barely a couple of minutes later, Stuart called out to me, "Yow, Mark, can you order pizza?"
I put on some clothes and walked into the common room, where I saw Brenda on her knees in front of the couch, sucking and stroking the guy's cocks -- while they were leisurely playing their video game. She obviously didn't mind being a complete slut whilst being ignored.
"Two pepperoni for us," Stuart said, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Hajwahii," Brenda said, not taking Thomas' cock out of her mouth to do so. Without taking my eyes off the lewd scene, I called the local pizzeria and placed our order. Then, I discretely retreated back to my room -- as I didn't want to spend the next twenty minutes gawking at Brenda sucking cock.
