Page 19 of Double Mountain Men

The handsome men share a look before turning back to me, their eyes regretful.

“Okay, it is what you think it is,” Brett says in a soothing tone. “We had another woman over before you.”

I scream then, rage making my entire body shake.

“Who? How many? When was this? Don’t lie to me!”

Brett and Chris share another look, but I can see something pass between them. They’ve decided to tell the truth and Brett turns back to me, both hands held up in placation.

“We’ve been enjoying our vacation—” he begins. But I cut him off.

“Who is she? When was she here? Was she from Sweet Lies too?” I scream at the top of my lungs.

The men stare at me, their eyes filled with regret. But Chris nods and answers.

“She was here right before you got here, Misty. That must be why her thong was caught in the laundry basket because she did her laundry before leaving too.”

“What was her name?” I scream, a vein bulging in my forehead now. I feel like I’m going to explode from a combination of shame, anger, and hurt. “Is she also from Sweet Lies?”

Chris nods.

“Her name doesn’t matter. But we’ve been having girls over, and yes, most of them were from Sweet Lies.”

I feel faint. Literally, the room begins to spin, and Chris and Brett jump forward to help me to the couch. I collapse against the cushions, still trying to process.

“How many girls?” I ask.

The two men exchange another look.

“We’ve been here a month,” Brett says in a low tone. “We’ve been enjoying two or three ladies per week.”

I startle, staring at them, my eyes dry and hot.

“So it’s been back to back,” I whisper. “As soon as one leaves, another one arrives.”

Chris appears shame-faced.

“Yes,” he acknowledges, staring at the ground before stealing a glance at me. “We’ve been enjoying a lot of female bodies but you’re—”

I don’t let him finish.

“So you’ve been having non-stop sex for a month,” I breathe, the air rattling in my lungs. “With an assortment of young women who are brought to the cabin in a black car, and then whisked away once you’re done with them. And then another woman comes. And another. And another.You’ve been having a fuckfest here in the cabin for a month.”

Both men look ashamed now, but Brett reaches for my hand. I snatch it away quickly, afraid that I’ll completely lose it if they touch me because how can this be happening? I didn’t think I was special, but I didn’t think that the depravity was so extensiveeither. These two alpha males are fucking girls one right after another, their dicks still wet as they plug pussy after pussy. Oh my god, oh my god!

But before they can say more, I summon all of my dignity and rise to my feet like a queen.

“I’m going to go now,” I announce, tears stinging the back of my eyes. “If you could call the car, I’d appreciate it.”

My face is hot and yet my body ice cold, and I know they can tell that I’m suffering.

“You’re in shock,” Brett says in a gentle tone. “Sit down, Misty, and I’ll make you some tea. The car’s going to be here at four so it’s only a few hours more.”

“No,” I say in a stiff tone before looking around for my bag. “I’ll pack and just wait on the porch. Please, don’t talk to me. Just leave me be.”

Then, without making eye contact, I walk to the laundry room to get my clean clothes. I’m going to pack and then wait for the vehicle, just like I said, because I can’t stand being in this cabin for a moment longer. The air is stifling and hot, and I feel like I’m going to go insane if I remain in this oppressive space any longer.

Then again, I don’t know what I was thinking. On the one hand, I know I’m just a service to these men. A transaction to be handled. A young, nubile female body to be used and abused. But on the other, I thought we actually shared something together, with smiles, laughter, and funny quips. I enjoyed eating the food Chris and Brett cooked, and we had tender moments of conversation, in addition to the hard, filthy fucks that occurred every hour.

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