Editor's Note: this story contains scenes of violence necessary to the plot.
Chp. 6
Don sat in his chair and thought about where Flora could've gone, and why. Did she leave for good? There'd been no sign of that she was unhappy and her schoolwork had been progressing surprisingly well. Was she just going for a walk? That didn't seem like her.
He went back into her room, looking around for...something. He noticed her clothes were gone. The clothes he'd brought her home in had sat in a pile on the dresser unused since he'd washed them. She had worn plenty of sexy outfits around the house since coming here, but she hadn't touched those. He checked all the drawers, but the clothes were gone.
Don suddenly remembered the tracking app he'd put on her phone. He ran to the bedroom for his phone. It was a long shot. Had she even brought the phone with her? Was it on? Had she found the app and turned it off? He thought that last one was the most likely.
Don was surprised when the app located her. He wasn't surprised when it told him she was at the park. He jumped up and quickly got dressed. As he got to the door though, he hesitated. Was this the right thing to do? Did he have any right to stop her from getting laid, if she wanted to? But what if she were putting herself in danger again? Was she with Richie, or just a boy, or boys, or whatever?
Maybe he could just go check on her, make sure she was safe. If so, he could come home and she wouldn't have to know, or maybe she would. He'd cross that bridge later.
Don went to the garage and rummaged through several bins labeled "camping" until he found the night vision binoculars he'd bought years ago when the girls were in scouts. He decided to take the car so he, hopefully, wouldn't be too conspicuous.
On the way there, Don remembered that the tracking app let him turn on the tracked phone's speaker and camera. There was no image from the camera, but he could hear muffled voices.
"...my job to keep track of you," a male voice said.
"What is your job, Richie?" He heard Flora say.
"Shit," Don thought, 'It is Richie.'
"Smoking dope, fucking hoes, being me, bitch," Richie replied. Don heard laughter from two other male voices. "Speaking of jobs, these boys are both expecting one, so get to work, whore." Richie spat this last word with malevolent venom.
"Shut the fuck up, Richie," Flora spat back. "What would a loser like you know about any kind of job?" There was more laughter.
Don turned his lights off before turning onto the road next to the park. He parked the car in the street, rolling the window down part way. As Don fumbled with the binoculars, trying to find and then focus on Flora, she spoke again.
"No rough stuff assholes. You try choking or hitting me and I'll tear your balls off, got it?"
One of the other males replied, "Yeah, babe, got it. No problem, unless my big dick is too rough for ya." His voice was high and grating. The others laughed.
"I hope your dick is as big as your mouth," Flora said. The edge was gone from her voice. Flora was turning on that seductiveness that Don knew all too well. He could hear her purring as he finally focused the binoculars on her.
Flora stood in front of two males, rubbing their dicks through their jeans. They were all standing sideways to Don. He couldn't tell how old they were, but guessed they were college boys. Both were wearing gray practice t-shirts with the name of the local community college. One was at least a foot taller than Flora and burly. The other was shorter and thinner, but still about four inches taller than her. The big guy was white and the little guy was black. The guys stood still as Flora rubbed their crotches, looking up at them.
"Mmmm. I think you boys have something I can use here." She stepped back and said, "Take off your clothes."
Don had a couple of decisions to make. Was he going to let this happen? He really didn't think he had a choice. He wasn't her guardian, and she was essentially an adult. It wasn't a good idea for her to do this, but that didn't give him the right to stop her. More importantly, if he tried, Flora would likely be livid, even if she knew he was right. He would lose any trust that he'd earned with her over the last several days. She might even refuse to come home with him.
That brought up another thing. If he marched out there and tried to shoo everyone away, he might succeed in doing nothing but getting his ass kicked and losing Flora's trust, while not stopping anything.
Should he watch? He'd come out here to make sure she was safe. He saw no evidence that she wasn't, but he didn't trust Richie, and things could change quickly, especially, as Flora had pointed out, after the guys had cum. He couldn't leave her alone there, not after what happened to her the last two times. He'd pretty much have to. It would only make it harder when he was with her at home, but so far he'd been able to successfully compartmentalize his domestic relationship with Flora, and his sexual fantasies about her. He thought he could handle it.
But was he just making an excuse to watch her? He did want to. He'd experienced her tremendously powerful seductiveness many times, and he'd fantasized about her just as many. He was sure that watching her fuck would be a hell of a show, even if he didn't think she should be doing it. But, he couldn't stop her and he couldn't leave her. It wasn't an excuse, it was what he had to do, whether he wanted to or not. None of that, however, made him feel any less creepy as he sat in his car watching her through binoculars.
Flora undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground around her feet. She wasn't wearing panties. She stood there with her tight baby blue shirt, long socks pulled up to mid-thigh and boots watching patiently as the guys struggled frantically to take their shoes and pants off. The big guy straightened up first. His cock was impressively large and hard. It stood at attention under Flora's gaze, bouncing and swaying as he took off his t-shirt. When the little guy stood up, Don gasped. His dick was so big it hung in front of him rather than stood, too heavy to achieve full attention for Flora's inspection.
"Those are two nice big dicks you brought for me," Flora praised sultrily as she stepped back into them. "I'm gonna have some fun with these," she purred as she grabbed both cocks.
Don heard both the guys moan as Flora began to stroke them. She licked her lips as she looked back and forth at each big, hard rod in her hands.
