The Bishop, His Slut, And A Third Party 14

“I am so sorry Blessing, I only came to see if you are alright and to ask you if you will be going to the club for Becca’s party.” he says as he knocks again.

Ofcourse I hear him but I refuse to say anything. I can’t believe Perry just saw me bare-chested. He couldn’t get his eyes off my jugs. How embarrassing. Now I am never leaving my room ever again. After several more knocks on the door and without getting any response from me, Perry finally gives up and leaves. I am now relieved he’s gone, there is no way I am ever letting him see me ever again after what just happened. My heart is beating loudly, I mean, the shock almost killed me, I could have died from a heart attack. I lay in bed for a long time until sleep sweeps me away.

Knock!! Knock!! Knock!! On my door.

Knock!! Knock!! Knock!!!

I hear it but I don’t respond. I’ve already said I’m never leaving this room ever again. And Perry, if that is you, you can knock till infinity for all I care. I am not opening that door.

Knock, and more knocks.

“Blondie, why the fuck won’t you open the door?” Flora calls out.

Oh good, it’s Flora. I get up and open the door, peep outside to make sure Perry wasn’t around, I grab Flora by the hand, pull her into the room and shut the door immediately.

“What is going on Blondie? Why so mysterious?”

“There was a knock on this door few hours ago, I thought it was you and I opened.”

“So?”

“It was Perry?”

“Again, I ask So?”

“I was naked.”

“Ohh now I get it. Haha very funny. Why were you naked few hours ago. Did you plan it?”

“I wish I did, then I won’t be hiding from him. I swear I am never leaving this room again. I don’t even want to see him ever again.”

“Too bad hot stuff. ‘Cos you will see him at the club tonight. What are you wearing?”

“Do I really have to go?”

“If you don’t people will get suspicious and think it’s ‘cos you don’t like Becca. You can’t let her feel that way. Its okay to eat with your enemies, but with a long spoon ofcourse.”

“What are you even saying?”

“Just rest, I will come get you later. And we need to talk as well. When we get to the club, we can talk in my office.”

“Can’t we talk now?”

“No Sweetie, I have to go make some arrangements for His Lordship. And to sign some approval for tonight’s party. The Bishop’s son will be there so we need to be careful. He can’t know his father owns the entire establishment. Later dear, get some rest.”

How can I face Perry tonight? He saw my breasts. What if he had seen me getting extremely aroused over his near perfect body and a bulge that hinted at an extremely large dick? What if he was listening to me through the door while I screamed his name as I fucked myself? ‎He heard me, I’m very sure of it. I throw myself back on my bed and curl up in a ball, I wrap the bedsheets and duvets around me tightly, seeking some sort of comfort from them. I try  to calm myself down. ‘I’m being stupid, I don’t know if he heard me I just need to get up and carry on as normal and act like nothing happened.”

I feel bad having these kind of feelings for Perry, I mean, I am his father’s woman. I barely know Perry and yet I desperately crave for him, I know it’s not right but I can’t help myself, it is a raw, deep and powerful feeling within me and I am not comfortable with it the slightest. I need a way to extinguish this burning desire within me, it’s not just right. What other way can I figure him out but to go to the club and study how he reacts when he’s around lots of beautiful women. Atleast I will find a reason to hate him tonight. But first, I need to sleep, I’m still in a post-orgasmic state and I need to sleep it off to recover.

At the club, Becca is throwing herself all on Perry. Very disgusting! No sense of dignity at all. Well, this may just be my jealousy talking but I hate seeing her with him. I hold myself from going over to bitch slap her. Even on the dance floor, she grinds herself into him as if she wants to fuck him right there.

“Common hot stuff. My office, right now!” Flora whispers to me as she takes me by the hand and practically drags me out of the club. As soon as the door closes, Flora begins to scold me. “If your eyes had lasers in them, Becca and Perry would have been fried by now. You were practically foaming at the mouth out of anger.”

“Didn’t you see how she rubbed up against him?”

“So what is it to you?”

“I really like him Flo. I can’t get him out of my head. I just can’t. I have tried, but it’s really hard.”

“You have to try harder. Believe me Blondie, you do not want to mess with Bishop Marc. Please don’t put your life at risk like that.”

“Why do you speak of him like he’s some kind of Villain? He’s just a Bishop who has a perverse side. But you speak like he’s more than that. Dear sister whom I’ve come to love and respect so much, please tell me what I don’t know.”

“It’s nothing, I just don’t want to lose you too Blondie.”

“There you go again with that ‘lose you too. Who have you lost”

Flora exhales heavily and sits beside me, I take her hand and look her in the eye, trying my best to reach into her soul so she can open up to me. I am tired of all the mysteries.

“I lost my only brother. He…..”

Her words hang as there is a knock on the door. Someone comes in and tells her that her attention is needed. Flora excuses herself and leaves. Damn it! Why did that person have to come now? Just when she was about to tell me something very important. Feeling lonely in Flora’s office, I decide to return back to the main club. I see Becca giving Perry some kind of a lap dance. She’s practically fucking him, the only thing left is that she hasn’t torn off their clothes. Atleast not yet. I can’t stand it, I need to get out of here or else I will do something I am going to regret. Now where is Flora? I storm out of the club angrily to look for Flora.

“Flo, I feel sick right now, I need to go home.”

“But we were supposed to talk tonight. Can’t you control your stupid unnecessary jealousy??”

“I can’t stand being here anymore Flo. I have to leave. I promise you that we will talk in the morning. Make sure you come look for me.”

“That’s okay, I hope you understand I can’t leave now. I am the manager and I have to see that everything goes as planned. If I leave Becca alone in this place, she will turn the party into an orgy.”

Flora escorts me out of the club, Becca is still grinding up on Perry and she looks me in the eye as I walk by them. I feel like picking up the cake and slamming it into her face but Flo won’t let go of my hand, she’s practically dragging me. As pathetic as it sounds, I want to cry. I can’t hold back the tears as I sit in the Range taking me home. As soon as I get home, I shut my door and hit my bed. Without even taking off my clothes.

I manage to fall asleep until I am feel a desperate need to pee. I ease myself and return to bed but before I can close my eyes again, the silence of the night is broken by female giggles in the hall way. I know that sound, that’s Becca giggling like an idiot. I bet she is tipsy. I get up and turn off my room lights then I open my door just a bit. I hear a male’s voice too. I can’t make out what is being said but I recognize the volume and laughter as those of a pair that have drank a lot. My heart sinks and my fears are confirmed when Becca’s door open then makes to close but stops few inches. Perry is now in Becca’s room, the pair begin speaking much louder obviously conscious they might be overheard speaking in the hallway but unaware that anyone in the rooms next to them can hear them clearly through the door left slightly open. I bet they are both too drunk to realize that the door isn’t properly closed.

“Now that I have managed to bring you up to your room, I should be leaving.” Perry says.

“Noooo, you can’t leave me hanging. I still can’t stand on my feet.”

“Then lie on the bed.”

“Common Perry, a gentleman never starts what he can’t finish. You felt me up in the car, I’m aroused and dripping. Look at me and tell me you don’t like what you see.”

I have a feeling that she is now standing naked in front of Perry, that little slut!

“I’ve needed this for so long” Becca’s sultry voice gets me so pissed. She’s seducing the man I want.

“I can’t help feeling I’ll regret this in the morning” Perry says.

I am pleased to hear both that Perry’s words are a little slurred, symptoms he’d obviously drank quite a bit and is not doing this with a clear head but also that even in this state he is at least showing some reservations.

“Who are you to regret I’m the one who won’t be able to walk in the morning” Becca gives a sexy giggle, “I mean, if I didn’t like you, I would have jumped out of the moving car when I felt up what you have between your legs. Guy! You are Massive.”

I have to give her credit she really knows how to play a guy. I now walk closer to the door, unfortunately I can’t see them, the bed is behind the door. Although I can hear them so clear that even if a pin dropped, I will hear. I listen intently as the unmistakable sounds of them kissing ensues. I boil with jealousy that I am barely even aware of the spreading wetness in my panties and the feelings of sadness that has plagued me just moments earlier are gone, I am captivated, desperate to hear what happens next.

After several minutes of what sounded like a pretty hot make out session on the bed Becca’s voice rang out… “Enough of this I need to see that thing.”

Then comes the unmistakable sound of zipper being undone. I start to fabricate images to accompany the lurid sounds I am hearing. I imagine Perry’s thick pole springing out of his jeans in tandem with the audible gasp I hear come from Becca, which is now being replaced by the sounds of slurping and Perry’s muffled groans, I imagine Perry running his strong hands through Becca’s hair as her head bobs up and down on his impressive shaft. I know I am beginning to get wet, but I am too jealous to care.‎

“Your turn” comes Perry’s husky, lust filled voice. Becca responds with an appreciative purr and the sounds of writhing sheets and movement comes again telling me they are repositioning themselves. Next comes Becca’s heaving breathing interspersed with the odd gasps, Perry obviously has his face between her legs because no noise is coming from him, then again he may have said something but I didn’t hear because Becca’s gasps quickly turned into heavy moaning…

“Oh God ummm yeah keep going… God I’m going to cum already, don’t you dare stop!!”

Perry obviously obliges because Becca’s breathing intensifies further, then I hear her screaming.

“FUCK YES!!” she screams, throwing all pretenses of secrecy aside, the sounds of her thrashing violently just a few feet from me clearly audible as a powerful orgasm shakes her to her core. What surprises me even more is what is happening to me. In exact synchronization with Becca’s orgasm I find myself gasping and shuddering at my own and I wasn’t even touching myself. I am so focused on the scene in the room next to me I was completely oblivious to my own arousal which had been steadily building with the sounds escaping from the pair and my own lust filled imagination. As the feelings subsides I regain focus, there is no way I am being  heard, not with the noise Becca is making but the orgasm seems to awaken in me a primal urge. I’d never been so turned on just by hearing people fuck, I feel like an animal in heat, the combination of my lust for Perry, my hatred for Becca, the jealousy and the whole voyeuristic experience of listening in on them excites me greatly.

I reach down to my steaming pussy, I can feel the heat radiating from it through my panties. Not wanting to miss a moment of pairs action I pull my panties to the side, revealing my dripping folds and I begin furiously rubbing my clit, desperate for further orgasmic pleasure while I again push my ear further into the space through the door. I return in time to hear Becca’s voice again.

“I need you to put that big dick in me please. It’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, and to think I’ve seen a few.”

My god! she sounds desperate near delirious, thereby confirming what I thought of Perry’s cock. So I wasn’t just dreaming, Perry is indeed really huge. Now I want him even more, my pussy leaks desperately now at the thought of Perry’s huge cock and thinking that one day, it could be mine just does it. I am distracted by the sounds, I hear some more ruffling of fabric, probably the last few items of clothing being tossed aside. I imagine Becca sprawled out on her back, her legs spread impossibly wide with Perry is lining up his massive pipe preparing to enter her. My imagination is probably not far off since I soon hear a deep guttural moan from Becca. If she is anything near as wet as I am now she won’t have much difficulty fitting anything in there especially since she’s a slut. I’ve seen her take on five men at the same time before. Even so her moans holds a hint of pain to them, evidence of the extent to which she is being stretched. She seems to know how to handle it though since after a short while her breathing steadies and instead she begins to mutter semi coherently under her breath, I’m pretty sure I hear “So deep” a few times but I’m not sure.

This moment of respite doesn’t last long though. Her breathing quickens again, the bed begins to creak at a rhythmic rate and the slaps of flesh on flesh signals Perry has begun thrusting into her at a steady pace. It isn’t long before she is pleading with him to go faster and he again obliges picking up the pace and sawing into her at an alarming rate. I can imagine his pelvis driving that tool deeper into her stretched pussy, moving so quickly it is a blur till she is now unable to do anything other than wrap her legs around his waist and hold on for dear life. It is during these thoughts that I feel another orgasm crash over me but this was nothing compared to what it sounds like is happening to Becca.

She is screaming again, shouting profanities, begging him to continue fucking her and she didn’t let up, she is definitely cumming, she simply has to be, but there is no break to it, her cries are continuous, her writhing as rhythmic as the bed creaking, she has to be having multiple orgasms one after another with almost no space in-between or she is having one endlessly long orgasm. My feelings of jealously returns, what won’t I give to be in her place, to be fucked into oblivion by Perry, I want nothing more than to barge in through the door and join in the fun. Instead I resign myself to yet another heart stopping orgasm as I again whimper at the feelings that are radiating from my pussy.

Eventually Perry slows his pace and gives Becca a chance to catch her breath, she sounds like she has just run a marathon which to be fair I’m sure the 15 minutes of constant orgasms she just experienced took as much of a toll on her body.

“You wanna taste yourself on my dick?” I hear Perry ask.

The way he said it really gets me going, it was more of a demand than a question and the way he is taking control is intoxicating. She seems to like it too as she is giggling again and I hear movements as they readjust themselves. I imagine Perry standing over the bed, a slight sheen of sweat covering his body making his muscles shine, his steady breathing causing his abs to ripple and flex while Becca is on her knees sucking his huge cock, slimy with her juices while she wags her behind in the air flashing the oozing hole that is her cunt, gaping and quivering from his huge member. These thoughts and my fingers which have now found their way into my own dripping slit, is enough to get me to cum again. This time I have to shove my hand over my mouth though as the first moan rings out louder than I expected and with Becca’s screams no longer masking my own anyone could hear. I have a brief moment of panic as my orgasm subsides, ‘Did they hear that?’ Again though my fears are misplaced as the pair continue, unperturbed by the noise.

“Do me doggy” comes Becca’s playful voice and moments later I again hear her delighted squeals as Perry enters her from behind. This time though he doesn’t build up, he goes straight to the fast and heavy thrusting, ploughing into her pussy hole. She is loving it and soon she is once again wailing, in the throes of a constant stream of orgasms

“Fuck yeah!! Right there!! Pull my hair.”

I am hugely appreciative of any of these snippets of information, it all adds to the images in my head. As I continue to finger myself I have a delightful mental picture of Becca on all fours, her lithe body being ruthlessly driven into by Perry’s thick cock, the occasional slapping sound and squeal from her signalling that he is occasionally spanking her ass. The heavy thrusting then slows and I hear him whisper so that it is almost inaudible…

“I hope you don’t get addicted to this because this can never happen again.”

Becca’s response is another sexual purr. I am glad he’s setting her straight. But he must be really mean to say such things in a time like this. Who does that? Without warning he begins to thrust heavily again and before she can make a sound he must have pushed her head into the pillow because her cries of ecstasy are muffled.

And so it goes on, I cling on to any piece of information to add to the lurid images in my head all the while I wrought orgasm after orgasm from myself. I honestly don’t know how long they`ve at it since it reaches a point (after what must have been about two hours!!) when I literally can not go on, my pussy is raw and unbelievably tender, my legs are shaky as I can’t take standing here any longer and I am absolutely exhausted. I don’t know how many times I have cum but I do know I easily destroyed any previous record I had for a single session. It is at this point I return to my room. I bang my door so loud so that they can hear me and know that someone knows what they were doing. I may have Cum while listening to Perry fuck Becca, but I am jealous. That bitch has had more orgasm than I’ve ever has in my entire life and all in one night. She clearly surpassed it many times with Perry’s help. That should have been me. I’m glad I banged the door and disrupted their stupid fuck session.

I think the sound of my door distracted Perry, I am sure he now knows that I know. It wasn’t up to five minutes since I returned to bed, I hear Becca’s door shut and foot steps walking down the hall way towards the building’s exit. Does he feel bad that I know? Why does he care? Does it mean he feels same way I do? If not why then is he leaving? Did he cum already? I can’t stop the grin spreading across my face, the fact that I may have ruined Becca’s marathon sex makes me happy. Although they fucked for over two hours. It’s morning already. I get up to look out my window and I see Perry walking back to his apartment. For some reason he stops, turns around and looks up, straight at my room window. I duck, could he have seen me? I don’t think so, even if, what the hell? Becca will never forgive me for this, but screw her. I return to be‎d to catch my sleep, those dogs kept me up with their fuck noises. I’m so exhausted, so much so that one would think I am the one who got fucked. I finally take off all my clothes and shut my eyes.

I don’t know how long I have slept but a knock on the door wakes me up. Great! As usual’ I grumble as I open the door, it’s Flora.

“I was going to kill whoever it was, but come in Flo. Why are you all dressed up so early?”

“Good day to you too Blondie, and yes, it’s noon.”

“Wow! I’ve slept for hours.”

It’s not like I don’t know what made me sleep like that, ofcourse it was due to the multiple orgasms but I don’t mention that to Flora. I go into the bathroom to shower as Flora sits on the bed. While in the bathroom, I tell her I heard Perry bring Becca to her room and that Perry was in there fucking her. She tells me that it was to be expected because Perry had a lot to drink and Becca didn’t keep her hands off him all night. We gossip about Becca some more until I am done bathing and I get dressed.

“You owe me a conversation Flo. What happened to your brother?”

Flora’s face changes to a sad face and her eyes get teary. I sit beside her and hold her hand.

“It’s time you let it out Flo, you can trust me.”

“Promise me you won’t speak of it to anyone else, this conversation may open your eyes a bit to who Bishop Marc really is, but you must be strong and very calm.”

“I promise you Flo. Now tell me about your brother.”