— Fuck, you haven't fucked her yet?? — My cousin's voice sliced through the hallway air, impatient, almost pissed off at the delay.
Daniel walked into the room carrying my backpack in his hand. Diego came right behind him, leaning against the open doorframe, his eyes already locked on me. He asked quietly if he could stick around, just watching. Daniel gave a quick nod, without saying a word, like it was the most normal shit in the world.
My whole body reacted instantly. Knowing Diego was gonna stay there, watching everything, eyeing every move I made… fuck, that still drives me wild to this day. It's like the horniness turns into something else, something bigger, hotter. I wanted him to see. I wanted him to see me being a slut, getting used, being good at it.
I told Daniel to lie down on the bed. He obeyed fast, lying on his back, his dick still hard pointing at the ceiling. I got on my knees between his legs and went down on him again. I sucked him hard, staring straight at my cousin in the doorway. I deep-throated him, letting saliva drip, making wet slurping noises on purpose. I kept my eyes on him the whole time, locking gazes, watching his dick out of his pants, hard, throbbing in his hand as he stroked it slow. Every time I swallowed deeper, every time Daniel groaned hoarse, I felt Diego's stare burning into me. It was a show. It was for him. My pussy clenched just from knowing he was watching, that he was into it, that he was getting hard seeing me there on all fours, mouth full of another guy's cock.
I stood up slow, positioned myself with my back to Daniel and facing the door. I wanted Diego to see everything: my ass up high, my back arched, and the bounce of my tits. I grabbed Daniel's dick with my hand, started rubbing myself slow against it, teasing the thick head at the entrance of my pussy, then sliding a little lower, pressing against my asshole. The dick wasn't super thick, it was a bit smaller than my cousin's, but it was rock-hard, hot, slick with my own juices and the spit still dripping. I ground slow, feeling it part my lips, rub my clit, then press on my asshole without going in. The horniness built in waves, my breath getting short, moans slipping out that I couldn't hold back. I kept looking at Diego the whole time, watching him touch himself, watching his dick pulse in his hand, and it drove me fucking crazy. I wanted him to see every grind, every drop of juice running down my thighs, every time I pushed back wanting more.
I sat down first, taking it in my pussy. The natural lube was already dripping everywhere, hot, making everything slick. The dick slid in easy, right to the bottom. I started going up and down slow, then faster, riding him raw, no condom, feeling him fill me up completely. The wet slap of flesh hitting flesh, the heat of him inside, my pussy gripping him tight with every drop… I rode for almost two minutes, moaning loud, staring at Diego, wanting him to see how good I rolled my hips, how much I loved getting fucked while he watched.
Then I pulled the dick out of my pussy, the shaft shining with my juices, throbbing. I grabbed the tube of KY that came in the backpack, opened it with my teeth, squeezed a good amount onto my fingers and took it to my asshole.
With the cold lube running down my fingers, I sat down slow and took him in all at once. The feeling of stretching everything open, getting filled deep, made me let out a long, raspy moan. I started going up and down real slow at first, feeling every inch stretch me, the dick sliding nice and deep in my ass. While I did that, I didn't take my eyes off Diego, who was staring at me in awe. Seeing him there, jerking off while I rode his buddy's dick… fuck, that set me on fire. I love this position, love bouncing on top, whether in my pussy or my ass, feeling in control, feeling the dick slide in and out at my pace, seeing the face of whoever's watching me just melt with lust.
Then I got on all fours, facing the door, arching my back and pushing my ass up high, hair falling in my face. I looked at Diego and said, voice thick:
— Pound it hard, come on!!
Daniel obeyed right away. He grabbed my hips and started slamming, his dick burying all the way in my asshole at once, deep thrusts that made my body jolt forward with every hit. I kept staring at my cousin, screaming and moaning nonstop, the sounds echoing loud in the room. I told Daniel to talk dirty to me, and he didn't hold back: slut, whore, bitch, dog… every word hit like a hot slap, making me crazier, wetter, my pussy dripping empty while my ass got fucked merciless.
My cousin jerked off right in front of me, eyes glued to me, his dick pulsing in his hand, breathing heavy. Giving it to his friend while he watched everything, while he got off seeing me used like that… it pushed me to the edge. The horniness surged violent, hot, taking over everything. It didn't take long and Daniel came, grunting loud, his dick throbbing inside me, hot spurts filling my ass until it overflowed, the thick cum running slow down my thighs, hot and sticky.
As soon as he pulled out, my cousin came over all worked up, his dick red and hard, already leaking pre-cum as he walked. He said he was about to bust and wanted my ass too. Without thinking twice, I lay flat on my stomach on the bed, lifted my ass up again, offering it all. He got behind me and slammed in deep, hard, no warning. He started pounding with everything he had.
— You like getting it in the ass, huh, you little slut? — he asked, voice rough, while he kept thrusting nonstop.
— Yeah, I love it! — I answered, turned on, my voice coming out between moans.
He didn't stop trash-talking me while he kept up the brutal thrusts, his body slamming against mine, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Then he asked if I'd liked fucking his friend, and I said yes, out of breath. My cousin kept cursing me out, saying I was a real little slut, that I deserved to get fucked hard, that this was what I wanted. He kept pounding deep, every thrust making my body shake, until he finally came inside me, hot spurts filling me up again, mixing with the other guy's load, running thick down my thighs as he buried himself to the hilt one last time, groaning raspy in my ear.
After it all ended, Daniel flopped onto his side on the bed, still panting, his chest heaving up and down fast. He looked at me with a dumb grin, satisfied, and started talking:
— Fuck, Rafa… I fucking loved you. You're so goddamn beautiful, you know? So hot. Never imagined it'd be like this.
He kept complimenting me, his voice hoarse from just cumming, saying I was perfect, that my body was a fucking delight, that he wanted to do it again soon. He begged me to come back the next day, all eager, almost pleading, like he couldn't wait.
I smiled faintly, not saying much, just grabbed my stuff and threw on the dress any old way. My body was still shaking, my ass throbbing hot, full of cum leaking slow down my thighs, my skin sticky with sweat and lube.
My cousin drove me home. In the car, the silence hung heavy for a few minutes until he opened his mouth, with that tone like he already knew everything.
— See, it wasn't so bad. On the contrary, looks like you loved it.
I had to admit it, even if I was pissed. The second part was pretty fucking hot. Daniel was actually cool, gentle, sweet. Way different from him. I thought it all in my head, but kept it to myself. Wasn't gonna give Diego that satisfaction.
We fucked almost every day. When it wasn't pussy or ass, it was just a quick blowjob. Sometimes he didn't even kiss me, just showed up with his hard dick out and ordered:
— On your knees, whore.
I'd obey. I'd kneel right there on his bedroom floor, open my mouth and suck until he came. He'd bust quick, thick and hot, filling my mouth. Then he'd bounce, leaving me alone with the bitter taste of cum on my tongue, the strong smell still in my nose, and that weird empty ache in my chest.
I hated when he did that. Hated it for real. I'd take a thousand times better when he was sweet, when he'd spend time eating me out, licking slow, sucking my clit until I shook all over. Fuck, he ate pussy so good… His tongue was perfect, hot, relentless, knew exactly where to press, where to circle, where to suck. He always said he loved eating me, that my pussy was the best thing he'd ever tasted. But he didn't always bother. He was only sweet when he felt like it, when it suited him. And that left me even more frustrated, more needy, more crazy for him.
After a heavy silence in the car, I couldn't take it anymore.
— You know, I feel used. A lot of times you only hit me up to cum and then you leave.
He didn't even turn his face right. Kept staring ahead, that sly smile already forming at the corner of his mouth.
— You're my little whore! — he said, like it was the most obvious shit in the world. — We've talked about this, and that's how our thing is.
He paused short, the smile growing.
— You know, you slut… I loved watching Daniel fuck you.
My stomach knotted up. He kept going, voice low, loaded with lust and cruelty:
— And now that we got this apartment, I was thinking of bringing other guys over to fuck you. Imagine me calling a bunch of college buddies to come use you. What do you think about that, slut?
— No! You must be fucking crazy if you think I'd do that — I shot back, my voice coming out louder than I wanted, full of anger and disbelief.
He laughed. A low, cruel laugh that sent chills down my spine.
— You always say that… but in the end, you do what I tell you. And you'll keep doing it, slut.
He knew how to be cruel when he wanted. Knew exactly where to push to leave me reeling. And the worst part: deep down, a tiny, twisted part of me was already picturing it.