Robson approached slowly. The nerd, the shy one, the guy who'd stared at the floor when he shook my hand earlier. Now he was right there, breathing heavy, eyes bugging out behind those thin glasses, face flushed red. He fumbled open his swimsuit with shaky hands. His cock sprang out. Already rock-hard, red, throbbing. But when I looked closer… his crotch was a jungle of thick black pubes, hairy balls, not a single hair trimmed. A strong whiff of sweat and pure man-stink hit me. I thought right away: “what the fuck”. Real disgust. I wanted to turn my face away, bolt out of there, tell him I wasn't touching that shit.
But then the other thought hit harder: “you're gonna touch it. You're gonna suck it. You're gonna swallow every drop. Because Diego said so.” And that thought zapped me like a shock. My pussy clenched so tight I let out a little whimper without meaning to. The disgust flipped to horniness. The humiliation turned into fuel.
Diego leaned in close to my ear, voice all gravelly:
— Now suck Robson. Show him how much you love a cock full of pubes. — I could feel the sarcasm dripping from his mouth when he said it.
This was real. I already loved sucking dick. Loved the taste, the weight in my mouth, the way it throbbed when I licked it just right. But never like this: forced, humiliated, put on display, with a cock I didn't even want to look at.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes to block out the sight of that hairy crotch. Pressed my lips to the head, feeling the heat, the salty taste mixed with sweat. Started slow, taking it in bit by bit, trying to ignore the pubes brushing my nose. He let out a low, shaky moan, like he couldn't believe this was happening. I could hear the others laughing, commenting, jerking off slow.
Then Diego started directing, like he was the director of a porn flick.
— Go on, fuck her little mouth… make this slut choke.
He even told Robson to grab my hair, force his cock down my throat. I felt the kid's trembling fingers trying to copy Diego's firm grip, but it was pathetic, awkward, no real strength. He'd tug my hair lightly, like he was scared to hurt me, and push his dick in slow, no rhythm. Those thick pubes scraped my nose with every thrust, the strong stink of unwashed sweat and man flooded my mouth, my whole face. Pure disgust. I wanted to jerk my head away, spit it out, run the fuck out of there. My stomach churned every time those hairs touched my skin.
But what kept me there, on my knees, mouth wide, swallowing that thing I hated looking at, was Diego. It was the way he watched me. Eyes gleaming, smirk tugging at his mouth, cock in hand stroking slow while he barked orders. He wanted to see me doing this. Wanted to see me gagging on the nerd's dick that nobody would look at twice. Wanted to see me humiliated, obedient, used by someone I found gross. And that… that lit me up inside in a sick way. The disgust became fuel. The shame turned to heat. Every time Robson thrust wrong and I gagged harder, my pussy clenched, dripped, throbbed. I hated it. And I loved that Diego was making me do it.
And to my surprise… it ended sooner than I'd have liked.
Diego gave him a light smack on the back of the neck, laughing.
— Get out of there, that's enough! Next! — he yelled like a vendor at the market. — And don't you dare cum in the girl's mouth, fuck.
He called the next one without even glancing at me. I stayed there on my knees, mouth sloppy, thick spit mixed with a bit of pre-cum dribbling slow down my chin. The salty taste still stuck to my tongue, throat burning from all the gagging. My heart pounded wild, air coming in short and hot to my lungs. My pussy throbbed hard, pulsing with every heartbeat, wetness leaking down my inner thighs to the rough poolside floor. The sun scorched my bare skin, tits out in the open.
Then came Bernardo.
He approached slow, almost shy, but when he opened his swimsuit his cock sprang free and I held my breath. Nice. Thick just right, pink head glistening with pre-cum, veins popping. I liked it right away. The kind of dick I'd pick if I had a choice. He grabbed the back of my neck with a solid grip, the way I like it, strong fingers tangling in my hair without yanking angry, just enough to guide me. I looked up at his face while I swallowed him. He stared right back, eyes shining, mouth half-open, a low moan slipping out when my tongue circled the head. I sucked slow, savoring it, feeling the hot weight in my mouth, the clean taste, no trace of that sweaty stink Robson left. I liked sucking him. Liked it for real. My body relaxed a bit, the shame giving way to a warm pleasure rising in my chest. Diego didn't butt in. Just watched, stroking slow, until Bernardo started breathing faster. Then he gave the curt command:
— Stop. Out.
Bernardo pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, cock shining with spit, throbbing with pent-up lust. He groaned in frustration, but he obeyed.
Then came Douglas.
Of all of them, he was the one I liked least. That cocky attitude, the smile like he was doing me a favor. When he opened his swimsuit his dick came out: it was decent, big, but boring to me. I sucked it anyway. Took it slow, trying to tune out his voice. He wouldn't shut up.
— Yeah, swallow it all, you slut… look how good she sucks, fuck…
Every word pissed me off, but getting pissed also turned me on. I hated the sound of his voice, hated how full of himself he was, and still my pussy clenched harder every time he thrust. It was exactly the humiliation of sucking someone I despised that drove me crazy. My mouth was already tired, jaw aching, throat raw from all the gagging. This was the fourth cock today. Just the brothers left.
Diego just watched and directed. Next. Next. Voice firm, no emotion, like he was running some ritual.
Last came the homeowner and his brother: Adriano and Gabriel.
These two I knew. Adriano was hung, thick, heavy, the cock I could already feel stretching me in my memory. Gabriel was hot, straight, long, pretty to look at. I finished with these two. Sucked Adriano first, feeling his weight in my mouth, the girth stretching my lips, the familiar taste that already had me dizzy. Then Gabriel, lighter, nicer to suck, locking eyes with him while I deep-throated. But I didn't get milk from any of the six. Diego called time right when they were close. Every cock that got near cumming, he cut off:
— Stop right there. Not yet.
And with each one, he made them do the same: grab my hair, ram it in my mouth, make me gag, but never finish. I felt the cock pulse on my tongue, felt the pre-cum leaking, felt their legs trembling, and then the sharp command: stop.
To be continued...