The eyes of the landlord lingered on the beautiful young woman who lay naked on the bed. She had the look of a woman who had been ravished – her eyes were closed and her thick, blonde hair was a mess on her pillow – but who had ultimately submitted to the fucking by the men. Madison's arms were up around her head limply showing a complete surrender, and her breasts were rising and falling gently as she filled her lungs through her open mouth. The slow rhythm was the only sign that she was alive.
Sanchez had pushed his upper body up from on top of her and was arm's length above her as he looked at her. His cock was still semi-stiff and was stuffed deep in her warm pussy. He had shot a big load inside her and was recovering from the fuck but still taking in her beauty. Gradually, and only with great reluctance, he pulled his penis from inside her and pushed himself off the bed.
He quickly dressed and motioned to his son that they should leave. They took a long look at the gorgeous blonde laying on the bed.
She hadn't moved a bit since he dismounted her. Her slender arms were still above her head and her hands were open as if in a surrender position. The magnificent breasts on her chest rose with her breathing. Her flat belly was starkly naked and the flair of her hips was tempting to the men even though they had to leave. She was so tired that her legs were spread shamefully in the same position they had been in when Mr. Sanchez had dismounted her after he climaxed within her. Her long legs being thrown open into a V exposed the slender slit of her love hole and the neatly trimmed California strip of her pubic hair. Just below her pussy, on the sky blue sheet, was a large wet spot which joined the semen of father and son with the vaginal juices of the young bride. It was a disgusting but somehow alluring sight to the landlord. He thought to himself that he and his son had drilled the young woman's pussy as hard as they could.
Madison heard one of their phones ring. The son answered. She could tell that it was his mother and that he was intimidated as he spoke to her in broken English and rudimentary Spanish that Madison could understand. Jose lied to her that he was mowing on the other side of the complex. Both men hurriedly started to leave. A sense of relief filled the blonde woman.
The older man walked over to Madison, cupped her vagina in his hand and slipped his middle finger into her pussy. One of her small hands went to his wrist as he frigged her vigorously, but she didn't try to stop him. It was so humiliating feeling him do this to her! She could feel the moisture rising inside her and she submitted with her thighs widespread and her pussy lips drawn tightly around his finger, and did nothing to stop his probing. His thick finger worked up and down and in and out of her love hole, covering it with her vaginal juices and the thick spunk that the two men had shot into her when they climaxed.
"Heh, heh," he chuckled. "She's still wet!" He pulled his finger from her pussy and wiped it on the inside of her well-formed thigh. It was a sticky mixture of her pussy juices and their spunk.
Madison never opened her eyes, but heard the two men walk out of her bedroom.
When the apartment door slammed, Madison began to cry. She just couldn't hold it in any more. She hadn't been a perfect wife, but did she deserve this, she asked? The innocent young housewife turned onto her tummy and buried her face in the pillow and began to sob. Her life was such a wreck! How could she have possibly ended up like this?
Laying on her tummy her body shook with each sob but her but her long lean legs and her perfectly shaped bubble butt would have made evident to anyone other than herself what her greatest asset was in fighting against the men trying to subjugate her. Still she did not become conscious of how she could turn her charms against these awful men.
She sat up and nearly staggered to the bathroom for a long hot bath. Maybe the long soak would wash away the vile feeling that crawled all over her skin! Her big tits swayed as she walked. When she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror she was shocked. Her body looked just as gorgeous as ever. Nothing they had done had altered that. She had half expected to have seen her body transformed into that of an old slut. Yet, she was physically still the same.
I need to douche! Who knows what diseases they might have! She ran the steamy bath and squatted above the water to try to clean the heavy loads of spunk that had been deposited in her pussy. She began to feel better as the douche worked the thick, white semen out of her pussy. I hope the birth control pill is working. Madison was a very frightened young woman.
Over the next few hours, Madison tried to plot a change in her life. She simply did not have the financial means at this point to leave her apartment but she had to do something to get away from this mess.
Early the next afternoon, Madison watched television after getting her daughter to Brad. When they exchanged the child, her soon to be ex-husband seemed very cocky about his situation. Madison knew that she had to keep the information about her and Mr. Sanchez from getting to him. She was happy that Olivia would be with him and his family over the next week. She needed the time to think.
She felt as if she was a prisoner in her own home. Sitting in it alone, almost afraid to turn on a light for fear that one of the two men would come looking for her, she sat and thought.
A light knock on the door made Madison jump. God, I hope it's not Mr. Sanchez or his son! The blonde looked out the peephole expecting to see one of the two men.
Instead she was the private detective who had been asking about her! She silently crept away from the peephole. Despite the fact that she was in her own home, she was terrified at the man standing outside the door. He knocked again and waited several seconds before knocking once more. Then she heard him walk away.
*****
Madison left her apartment early the next morning to go to the gym still a bit shaken at her visitor the day before. A card fluttered to the ground as she opened her door. She nervously stooped to pick it up.
"Duane Piper, Piper Investigations" it read. She turned it over. Written on the back was "4:30 pm. You have 24 hours to call me or my report (and subpoenas for the Sanchez's) are turned in. You don't want that."
The gorgeous blonde looked nervously around before realizing that no one was around.
"Oh my god!" she thought. "What should I do?"
*****
The afternoon seemed to drag on interminably to Madison. As the 24 hour deadline drew nearer, her heart began to flutter and her stomach was tied up in knots!
Finally, she screwed up the courage to call. As the phone rang and rang she hoped he wouldn't answer. Just as she was about to hang up, the line engaged.
"This is Duane Piper," the man said.
Madison's heart skipped a beat!
*****
She had no idea why she let him convince her to meet him at a cheap Italian restaurant that night. Madison arrived precisely on time and the host seemed to know who she was. He walked her back to a corner table in the ill-lit eatery. There sat the man Madison had seen looking up at her apartment several days ago.
He did not stand up to greet her but merely nodded to the only other chair at the table. Madison sat down. There really was no reason for niceties.
The beautiful blonde nervously sat down. She would have preferred being opposite him at the table, but the only chair was on the side of the table next to his.
Seeing him up close for the first time made her realize that he looked to be completely non-descript in his facial features, his dress and his mannerisms. He could have been any age between forty and fifty-five. His brown hair, or what was left of it, was in a very poor comb-over. It was long and thin and flat and really did little to cover his bald head.
Because he was balding, his forehead seemed much too large for his face. He was very pale and his brown eyes looked at her with no sign of emotion or interest. He had a long narrow nose that sat above a small mouth. His lips were narrow and colorless. Even the jaw on the man was narrow and seemed to recede into his neck.
He adjusted the tie on his ill-fitting shirt collar and said nothing to Madison.
Despite the butterflies in her stomach, Madison was determined not to say much, but to merely listen to him and process the information that he revealed.
The private investigator finally spoke.
"Involved in a custody fight over your girl, huh?" he asked.
Madison did not respond. She tried to force herself to look pleasant but did not want to say much.
"Tough deal," he said, in answer to himself. "No winners there." Then after a pause, he added. "Losers, yeah, but no winners."
As he spoke, he reached down by his chair and pulled a computer tablet from his briefcase. He turned it on as he spoke.
"I've got a report due in your case in ten days, but everything is pretty much ready now. Would you like to read it?"
