When Diego eased up a little, I came up for air, slobbering like crazy, but I dove right back down, even hungrier. I wanted to swallow him whole again. I wanted him to fuck my mouth. And from the way I was moaning and shaking my ass in the air, the three of them figured it out: I was loving every second of it.
The scene kept repeating, and with every extra inch I took, the guys lost their shit. They moaned loud, spitting every filthy thing they could think of, calling me a bitch, a whore, a nasty little cocksucker.
I’ve never been able to explain exactly how I feel in those moments. It’s like I shut off from the world completely. My brain wipes everything—fear, shame, conscience—and I turn into just one thing: a body to be used, wanted, devoured. It didn’t matter how many of them there were. I wanted more. I wanted to be treated like a slut, cussed out, slapped around, used however they felt like. And I loved Diego for exactly that. He was twisted enough to give me what I needed. He knew exactly when and how to push me to the next level until I lost all control.
“Iuri, what the fuck is that face? Get in there, bro. Wreck this bitch, goddamn it!” Diego ordered.
“Don’t talk like that, Mr. Diego… poor girl,” the kid answered, still hesitating.
“Mister? You out of your mind, Iuri? Cut that shit out, man! We’re basically the same age!” Diego gave him a hard shove between the shoulder blades, planting him right behind me. “Go on, fuck her. Pound her hard, man. You can slap her, you can wreck that pussy… that’s exactly what this little slut likes.”
Iuri was still uncomfortable. Even after everything that had already gone down, he kept calling us “sir” and “ma’am.” He tried to stop himself, but he kept slipping back into being polite.
“No, sir… I mean, no, Diego. My hands are heavy, I’ll hurt her, poor thing…”
I wasn’t really registering the conversation. I was too busy sucking Davi’s cock with everything I had, losing it over the dirty shit he wouldn’t stop whispering:
“Yeah, you hot little slut… suck it good for daddy…”
Suddenly I felt a thick cock forcing its way into me from behind. I moaned loud around Davi’s dick, the sound muffled in my mouth. I smiled inside. I didn’t know if it was Diego or Iuri, and that uncertainty just made me crazier, wetter.
But I found out quick.
A hot, sharp smack landed on my ass, the sting burning deliciously across my skin. I glanced sideways and saw Diego laughing.
“See that, man? A guy your size scared? That’s how you do it, fuck!” he told Iuri, giving my ass another hard slap. “Go on, fuck her like you mean it. Pound this slut’s pussy. Shove it in deep!”
I’d already said Iuri’s cock was big, but the motherfucker knew how to fuck. He had this perfect rhythm— that gorgeous black dick sliding in deep without hurting, hitting exactly where I needed it. His hands, big, heavy, calloused, gripped my hips hard, yanking me back onto every thrust, impaling me all the way.
Every time he pulled my body into his, Davi’s cock slipped out of my mouth with a wet sound, making me drool even more. I could barely keep up the rhythm of the blowjob.
Diego watched everything with a satisfied grin, almost proud, like a man enjoying the sight of his personal slut getting used by two black guys at once.
Out of nowhere, Iuri smacked my ass again—dry and sharp. Not as hard as Diego’s, but it felt fucking good—solid, precise, making my skin burn in the best way. He did it again, and again, the sound echoing in the cramped little room. The contrast between those deep strokes and the slaps made me lose it.
I came hard while Diego praised Iuri’s performance.
My whole body shook violently, my legs went weak, my pussy clamping down on Iuri’s thick cock in spasms. I moaned loud, tight and desperate around Davi’s cock still buried in my mouth. I almost bit him without meaning to. My eyes rolled back, spit running down my chin, my body convulsing as the orgasm hit me in heavy waves.
When I opened my eyes, all three of them were staring at me, amazed. Davi with his mouth half-open, Iuri still fucking me slow, almost in shock from how hard I’d come, and Diego with that victorious glint in his eye, like he was saying, “That’s my little slut.”
I desperately needed a second to breathe—my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. But I didn’t get a break.
“Fuck, kid, let me get in this fresh pussy!” Davi said, already getting up and taking Iuri’s place behind me.
My orgasm still hadn’t fully faded, still pulsing through me in smaller waves. When Davi shoved his thick cock in all at once, it was like pouring gasoline on a fire. He started pounding hard and fast, no mercy.
I couldn’t think about anything anymore.
I pressed my face into the filthy bed, cheek smashed against the old, dirty sheet, ass pushed up even higher. I stayed there, completely gone, ass up, getting fucked without a shred of pity. Every thrust made my body rock, my tits flattened against the mattress, my mouth hanging open, letting out weak, uncontrolled moans.
If Diego had wanted to bring the whole favela in right then… fuck it. I wouldn’t have cared. I would’ve taken everybody. I just wanted to feel a cock slamming into me nonstop, filling me, using me. My brain had shut off completely. There was only that hot, wet, raw feeling of getting fucked like a whore.