Payback Finale

Last episode we left Ruth in stocks in the dungeon at the club, getting a gang bang and Red went home with Brock.

After a rousing romp of enthusiastic morning sex, Delila and Brock were cuddling when the guys arrived.

They brought coffee and pastries.

Daniel had removed the spy cams last night when we were at the club; and Ethan added the BDSM vids to the inventory for distribution to both their contacts lists and for my lawyer.

After quick introductions between Ethan, Daniel and Delila, we hastily devoured the pastries.

Daniel asked,

"Where do you want us to start packing her stuff?"

After some instructions we all got busy putting Ruth's belongings into moving boxes, I acquired yesterday.

Delila (Red) and Daniel were packing Ruth's bedroom stuff.

Red was doing her dresser, she opened the drawer containing Ruth's sex toys, she mumbled something, not loud enough for Daniel to hear, but enough to get his attention.

Daniel saw what she was packing and jokingly commented,

"Did you want some help handling those, maybe you'd like my help stuffing them in the right box," chuckling,

"or should I leave you alone for some private time?"

"Eww." Red held up an eight-inch silicone dildo by her fingertips.

"Not with these old things, I should wear rubber gloves even to touch them."

Daniel had emptied most of the clothes hanging in the closet and was admiring a see-through black item of Ruth's lingerie.

Red noticed him and giggled,

"Want me to leave you alone for some private time and you can try some of those on?"

Daniel held the flimsy fabric toward Red.

"Actually Delila, I was just imagining the 'Toy Queen' wearing this,"

Daniel smirked staring at her, he wiggled his eyebrows.

"I thought I recognized you, you're Delila Baker, 'queen of the adult toy world' I've seen your ads ... does Brock know who you are?"

Delila, shook her head.

"I don't think so, he never said anything."

Red, smiled, stood, took the lingerie, held it against herself.

"If it wasn't Ruth's, I'd model it for you."

She teasingly gave Daniel a devilish gaze.

"Hey, I got an idea, gather all those sexy items and pack them in this box."

Daniel pulled the remaining lingerie from the closet and the one's from his box and passed them all to Delila, she dropped them in and closed the box.

She took it to the front door, Daniel followed with the box of Ruth's closet clothes.

Ethan and Brock were both sitting on the sofa with their laptops, Brock didn't look up and announced.

"I contacted my phone carrier and told them I no longer require Ruth's number attached to my account, eliminating her cell service. What's the status on their other electronic devices?"

Ethan glanced at Brock,

"You should know Ruth transferred money to Bruce twice last month, a total of $700, he's broke, no money, his ex cleaned him out and he's well behind in credit card bills."

"Well, transfer Ruth's account to my personal before she pays him any more, and are you prepared to send out all those porn pics and vids to their entire email and social media contacts."

"Already sent, the viruses have also been planted, and I've blocked their use, so they have no online communication whatsoever... not until they get the devices cleaned, or buy new. They won't even know their friends or family are trying to contact them"

Brock closed his laptop,

"Ok, lets get these boxes to Bruce's."

They each take a box and head up the street, Bruce leads and as they get to Bruce's yard he says.

"Stack the boxes on his front step."

Red stopped, opened the box she held and scattered the lingerie and Ruth's sex toys across the front lawn, for the neighbor's to see.

Daniel stood beside Brock as they watched her toss the items.

"Do you know who Red is?"

"What," Brock queried,

"What do you mean, do I know who she is."

Daniel chuckled, put his hand on Brock's shoulder.

"She's Delila Baker, the 'Toy Queen."

Daniel, waiting for Brock's reaction, some indication of recognition, nothing.

"Her family owned several adult toy stores and she developed some Swiss army knife type of couples sex toy and sold it to a manufacturer for gazzillions,"

Daniel still not seeing that Brock understands what he's telling him.

"Brock... Red's a millionaire."

Brock was stunned, he immediately went to Red.

"Are you Delila Baker the Toy Queen?"

Delila smiled,

"Ya, I am. Does that matter, I'm also Red, the sexy gal you met at a sex club last night, I had a great time, I think you did too, nothing's changed."

Delila took Brock's hand and started walking back toward his house.

"I was a fourteen when I found out my parents had 2 sex stores, at 17 I discovered they were full time swingers, at least 3 or 4 nights a week, I never asked for long, but based on the stories I overheard, most likely my entire life."

Brock opened the house door and Red continued,

"When I was 18, I started working in our adult store, I did some, cheezie. sexy ads, people, like Daniel often recognize me from those. Mom and dad had always wanted to start a sex club and they borrowed against the adult stores and got a loan for 'Club D'ananas.' I ran the sex stores, they started the club."

Brock and Delila went to the kitchen.

Delila sat at the kitchen table.

"That hot woman running the auction, she's my aunt, Dad's sister, her husband is the club manager.

The blonde at the door, the one we fucked with the black chick in the Playroom, she's my cousin, the club secretary and accountant."

Brock poured 2 coffee and sat beside Red.

"Shortly after I started working with the adult toys, I noticed a pattern in what women and couples were mostly buying. I had an idea of how to combine the most popular ones and drew up a concept of a multi functioning toy for a man to wear that properly stimulated both the woman and the man simultaneously. I got several protection patents and sent my drawings to three of the larger toy manufacturers. I agreed to sell for 7 figures, Mom and dad sold the adult stores and paid off the club."

Red took a gulp and winked at Brock.

"Mom and dad now travel, enjoying the lifestyle on cruises and in different countries. I'm still exploring my options."

Red finished her coffee,

"Speaking of exploring options," Delila stood, lifted her top, tossed it to my face,

"I am Red, your newest, sexy friend, and I have some areas, you haven't explored."

She dropped her jeans, kicking them at Brock.

"If you're not intimidated by the 'Toy Queen'

She stood defiantly, with her hands on her hips.

"Red, would like you to fuck her."

Giggling, she turned and ran to my bedroom.

I hastily undressed as I chased her.

Red was splayed across the bed, legs wide, arms outstretched. I paused to drink in her seductive beauty, I never really took the time to admire her when we joined her cousin and the black girl at the club, or during this mornings roustabout.

Red's russet, wavy hair was spread out like a halo, her contrasting smooth alabaster skin seemed to sheen in the bright sunlight crossing her enchanting, exquisite figure. More than a handful of soft mammaries, with tiny dark red nubs protruding from dollar sized areoles.

Enticing, ginger, curly pubes, trimmed neatly in a heart shape; like a decorative rose adorning an angel; or for those that are into eating, like a maraschino cherry on top of whipped cream, atop a chocolate sundae.

A smooth, likely waxed, puffy vulva, with thin symmetrical labia barely visible, peeking out from between the soft mons pubis, there is a glint of wetness reflecting on their edges.

"Gawd you're gorgeous Delila, this vision, this moment right here, will be forever etched in my memory banks." Brock positioned his fingers in front of his face and clicked the shutter on his 'air camera.'

"Absolutely nothing more important in the entire world than you, this moment, right here, right now, about to share our carnal connection together."

Delilah raised her arms, wiggling fingers beckoning Brock, her eyes lust filled.

Palpable energy grew without hesitation, his knees rested beside her, attentive hands wandered, unhurried taking in details, every small gesture seemed intentional, making each other feel treasured.

Brock stretched out alongside her.

Micro moments of attentiveness, charged with emotion, became minutes of intense pleasure exchanged, each touch releasing another pleasurable jolt, building their desire for more.

There soft warm lips pressed, sharing a promise, a passionate whisper of the ecstasy to come. Delila sighed, surrendered to the warm, gentle hands exploring her outline with a ravenous hunger. Brock traced the contours of her luscious body, roving the landscape of her exquisite form, being sure to explore her entire body, like a sculpture following her curves, lingering as to thoroughly capture her beaty and immortalize her in his memory.

Waves of desire crashing continuously as he claimed her with fierce, burning passion of his light, delicate, loving touch.

He positioned above her, straight arms alongside her hips.

Unbridled passion showing in his dark eyes, as he lowered his face to her belly placing several dainty kisses on her belly, making her heart race as his tongue swirled in her tiny divot.

Brock rested his arms briefly on her thighs, his fingers surrounded her breasts, a tender squeeze, began an intimate fondling, his warm breath blew lightly through her silky pubes, then down her labia.

Red's back arched, hips rolled upward, knowing, anticipating what was coming.

Delila writhed with intense anticipation, that slow motion moment, the tender touch of fingers on flesh already mentally felt, the waiting, the wanting hunger, whetting the desire was excruciatingly exhilarating. The nearness of ecstasy, those teasing, tantalizing moments, waiting for his warm wet lips and the touch of his tongue.

Delila's soft moans turned into an elongated sigh as her fingers wove into his hair. He pinched her nipples in a pleasantly subtle and subdued manner, tugged them outward and twirled his tongue through her pubes, placing tiny kisses over the entire area.

"Oh, Gawd Brock that's so nice." She was combing his hair with her fingers.

Delila was ready to explode; but was in such an euphoric state she wasn't wanting him to rush, Brock had her strung out like a tight guitar string.

Knowing what she needed and happy to provide it, he rested his nose on her clitoris, his nostrils inhaled the familiar scent, that pungent perfume awakening his senses like smelling salts abruptly awakens most senses.

He slid his hand with authority along the smooth flesh of her inner thigh, as his tongue extended to tickle her vertical lips.

His fingers felt her aroused wetness, edged her thin labia, separating them and his tongue licked, caressed the highly sensitive, bright pink, inner flat, smooth surface only exposed during erotic encounters such as this.

A notable moan and another roll of her hips, was her desirous response requesting more.

Delila gasped as Brock's forefinger slipped in, making her tremble with pleasure and moan much louder. Her legs bent, her feet neared her bum, and her knees widened.

Brock flicked her engorged clit, once, twice, thrice and then ran his tongue down the length of her labia, Red shivered, he sucked her fleshy flaps, oh so tenderly.

Delila lifted her head to gaze at him, moaned loudly.

Brock injected a second finger into her warm tunnel, curled up, and the moment he felt her G, he nibbled her tiny bean ... he felt it go straight into her body, her loins quivered as her thighs tightened around his ears.

"OOHHH GGAAA-AAAHHHD." Delila shook, and Brock sucked the tiny nub even harsher as he tapped her internal love button.

Delila wailed and twisted her torso, clenched her buttocks and tugged his hair, but Brock didn't release her. He felt her body jerking, convulsing with orgasm, squirming, still emitting obscene curse words, he glanced up across her midriff and she was violently yanking, twisting and tweaking her nipples, her face unrecognizably contorted, he slowed, but maintained a steady onslaught, keeping her in an orgasmic state. They shared several minutes and several peaks of immense pleasure.

Brock slowed his oral action, withdrew his soaked fingers from her sopping slit and when Delilah's breathing regulated, he moved up and laid beside her.

Her eyes glazed she rubbed his cheek lovingly.

"Wheeew... my gawd Brock that was better than most women, I'm very impressed." She gave him a steamy, sensuous, open mouth tongue twirling kiss.

"Now let's get you an orgasm." Delila squeezed his rod, and bent down to devour him.

Delila's cock-sucking proficiency was instantly notable, and her deep throating prowess had Brock groaning quicker than he had her moaning.

Brocks fingers weaved into her crimson locks and with a spasm and grunt, he released his load. Delila didn't miss a stroke; swallowed, smiled and maintained her tempo, when his twitching diminished, she hastily straddled, squatted and sat on his still solid shaft; cowgirl style. Red kissed him fervently and bounced until they climaxed together.

Sweaty and satisfied Delila cuddled to Brock, his arm under her, he held her tight, her face rested against his chest, she twirled the fine hairs on his chest with her fingers, often teasing his nipples.

Red sighed... with a soft, slightly more than a whisper.

"If you're willing to have an open relationship ..." she twisted, lifted her head to gaze into Brock's eyes.

"My house doesn't contain any of Ruth memories, and along with my energetic erotic vibe, my house has quite a few more amenities."

Delila gave him a quick kiss, giggled,

"Many amenities besides me."

Brock caressed her hair,

"Define open."

"Well, we'd share my house, the pool, hot tub, firepit, sauna, gym, theatre, most importantly my bed, Brock... I'll share everything with you."

Red straddled Brock, gazed down at him, with an impish grin went on.

"I have a cook and a gardener, whom I occasionally fuck when I wake up horny, or come home frustrated and need to chill, but if you're beside me, I would gladly give those two up." Her voice changes, quite excitedly she says.

"I'll share the housekeeper, Michelle, I couldn't part with her, she's almost as good at cunninglingus as you. You just proved that."

Red leaned forward kissed Brock's nose, wriggled her bottom on my hips.

"And the club, we'd have to negotiate our preferences there, or go our own way, but don't deny me my 'Playpen' that's a staple for me, a dealbreaker if you don't want me to play."

Brock rolled her off, onto his side, he rested his head on his bent left arm, his right across her waist, moved upward.

"Hmm, that's a really tough decision." He cradled her tit, ran his thumb over her pert nipple.

Gazed into her eyes, pursed his lips.

Laid flat on his back, stared at the ceiling.

"Damn, what to do ... you're so fucking gorgeous, and a really good fuck, fun to be around, very enticing... hmmm... what to do..."

Brock sighed.

"I like you a lot Red, and the thought of not cooking, and a pool, those are both very enticing."

Brock exhaled sharply,

"How often would you go to the playpen?" He raises up to watch her expression as she responds.

"I go to the club most nights now, however I don't attend the 'Playroom' every night."

Delila's looking concerned, as it seems Brock is reluctant, and she thought he'd jump immediately and accept her generous offer. She mentally strategized, she wanted him to accept, was she willing to negotiate her lifestyle?

"I do admit, I have some form of sex every day, I'm likely a nymphomaniac."

She gave Brock an intimate kiss,

"That's why I have so many optional players, but I think with you by my side, I could cut back to two or three nights a week." She chortled.

"As long as you can satisfy me enough."

She rubbed his soft shaft, hoping to persuade him to accept.

Brock crossed his arms behind his head staring up, let out a deep sigh, shook his head.

He rolled over, straddled Delila pinned her to the bed motorboated her boobs.

"Then I guess it comes down to whether the maid and your cousin can handle what you can't." He started tickling her and they wrestled until their lust reignited, and another fornication bout began.

Brock moved in with Red on a trial basis, he brought very little from his house.

Ruth whined and cried, but she knew she was defeated, and simply signed all the prepared divorce paperwork.

Bruce wasn't mentioned.

Brock had already moved on.

It's been four months and Brock and Delila still share her bed ... Brock pretty much just inserted himself into Delila's previous life... and into her housekeeper ... and into her cousin ... and into her aunt... and often together.