3:05 PM
The guys were drinking around the pool, guy talk, loud laughs, busting each other's balls, talking soccer, who’s gonna win the Brasileirão, who fucked the most chicks at the weekend club. The air smelled like chlorine, cold beer, and sunscreen. I approached them tense as hell, short steps, almost shy, but at the same time this weird confidence building in my chest. It was too fucking paradoxical: pure fear giving me butterflies in my gut and horniness dripping hot down my body. My body felt like it was slipping into some kinda trance as I took those slow steps, feeling the ground under my bare feet, the light breeze hitting my exposed skin, the sound of their laughter getting closer.
Diego came up behind me. As soon as I hit the pool area, he grabbed my wrists from behind, fingers firm, holding me in place without even trying.
— Now you're gonna stay right here, nice and still.
You know how a slave owner shows off his piece to the buyers? That's exactly how I felt. My heart was pounding so fast I could hear it in my head, my throat, my ears. He untied the string on my bikini top real slow, like he was unwrapping a present. The fabric fell away easy. The cool air hit my tits straight on, nipples hardening up instant, goosebumps all over my skin. Then the hot sun came in and wrapped me up in this warm, almost loving comfort, clashing with the cold shame creeping up my face.
Me, being super pale, I turned red right away. Face burning, ears hot, neck on fire. Total shame from being put on display like this, tits out bare, exposed under the eyes of dudes I barely knew.
The laughs cut off instant and silence dropped heavy, broken only by the little slosh of the pool water against the edge. All eyes on me now. They stared with that dumbass horny guy grin, full of want. I saw them swapping drinks slow, like nobody wanted to miss a beat. Saw them squeezing the bulges in their shorts, some already with hands inside, adjusting their growing cocks. My stomach twisted with humiliation. They were eyeing my tits, my hard pink nipples, and it made me burn with shame every second that ticked by.
I heard one of them mutter, almost by accident: “Fuck, she's hot.” Couldn't tell who said it first, but my eyes landed on Robson, the shy nerd, hand on his cock, squeezing the bulge hard, almost like he wanted to show off the size, eyes gleaming with perv lust behind those thin glasses. My whole body shivered at once, from this sick twisted horniness knowing even he wanted me that bad.
Diego didn't just wanna show me off. He wanted to prove his slutty little cousin was an obedient whore. That he was my master. He called the shots, made me do whatever the fuck he wanted, and I obeyed no questions asked. It gave me this weird, painful pride, a surrender that burned in my chest.
— On your knees, slut — he ordered.
I took a deep breath, air shaky. The rough pool deck scraped my knees when I dropped down. Tried not to think about shit. Tried to just feel. My body was shaking all over, chills of pleasure mixed with raw nerves. Skin all goosebumped, nipples aching they were so sensitive, pussy throbbing, wet, leaking through the bikini. I was oblivious to everything around me, but at the same time I felt every stare burning into me, every heavy breath from them.
— Now say you're my little slut. Loud so they can hear.
Without thinking, I obeyed. Voice came out hoarse, shaky, but loud enough.
— I'm your little slut.
And to prove it, Diego dropped his shorts. His hard cock sprang out, thick, hot, pulsing. He slapped it against my lips, scaring me with the wet smack. His smell hit my nose: sweat, chlorine, pure fucking lust. My whole body reacted instant, mouth watering even through the fear.
— Suck me, bitch.
Tried not to think about the audience of five other guys watching, waiting their turn. Tried to focus just there, on Diego's dick, his order, his taste on my tongue.
I started sucking eager, the way I always dug: tongue swirling the head, sucking slow at first, tasting his salty precum in my mouth, the cock pulsing hot against my tongue. I liked controlling the pace, teasing, making him groan low before swallowing it all. But Diego never let me. He grabbed the back of my neck hard, fingers tangled in my wet hair, and started forcing his cock in deep, no mercy. I gagged right away, spit drooling from the corners of my mouth, eyes watering, throat clenching around him. He thrust slow, then faster, using me like my mouth was just another hole to nut in.
The others laughed, watched every bit close, some already with cocks out, jerking slow, eyes shining with horniness. Diego looked at them without stopping the face-fuck and said loud enough for all:
— This is how you're gonna do it: ram your cock in this whore's mouth.
His voice came out thick, bossy, full of pleasure. Every word hit me like a slap. I felt the shame burning my face, neck, chest. I wasn't in the fuck trance yet. Still right there, too fucking aware of it all: the rough deck hurting my knees, sun on my bare skin, smell of chlorine and beer, their laughs, the fact I was on my knees, mouth stuffed, getting shown off like a cheap whore. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. I wanted to disappear. At the same time I wanted him to never stop.
Then he stopped. Yanked his cock out sudden, leaving a thick string of spit hanging from my lips. I gasped, coughed low, trying to suck in air. He grabbed my chin hard, forced me to look up into his eyes.
— I'm gonna turn you into a real little slut — he said, voice low, dangerous, almost a growl. — You're gonna suck them all. One by one. Swallow every cock I tell you to. Let them cum wherever I want. And thank them after. Got it?
The words sank straight into my head. Something shifted. The fear was still there, the shame still burned, but this hot, intense rush started rising from deep in my gut. Acceptance. Surrender. Pure unrestrained lust. My whole body relaxed sudden, like a rope holding me snapped. Pussy throbbed hard, wetness running down my thighs, nipples aching they were so stiff. I didn't wanna run anymore. I wanted it. Wanted to obey. Wanted to be exactly what he said.
He let go of my chin, looked around and called:
— Robson. Get over here. Stand right in front of her.
To be continued...