The guys couldn't take their eyes off me, devouring me with their stares, all four of them sitting right there nearby, legs spread wide, bulges swelling in their pants, waiting for me to slip up, waiting to straight-up confirm I wasn't wearing shit underneath. They laughed low, shot each other looks, muttered shit I could barely hear, but I felt the weight of those eyes burning into my skin, into my ass as I grinded, into the way I gave myself up on Diego's lap.
Then he spoke, voice rough, loaded with lust, right up against my ear:
— Go sit on their laps now, you little slut. Show 'em how you behave.
I got up slow, legs wobbly, body still light from the weed, and I went. First to Guilherme's lap. I sat kinda sideways, spread my legs a bit, let the dress ride up almost to my crotch, and started grinding on his dick, feeling it hard, thick, throbbing against my bare pussy. I rolled my hips slow at first, then faster, my juices dripping, soaking his pants, his heat rising up into me. He grabbed my waist, squeezed my ass, groaned low into my neck.
Next was Theo. I turned my back to him, arched my ass up, sat right down on it, and started the motion again, circling my hips, my pussy rubbing on the bulge his hard cock made under his pants, feeling the head brush my clit with every pass. He laughed low, turned on as fuck, his hands sliding up my thighs, stopping right at the edge of the dress, not daring to go higher without Diego's say-so.
Anderson was next, and when I sat on his lap, the dude's eyes were glazed over, his big hands grabbing my hips like I might bolt. He squeezed my ass hard, fingers digging into the flesh, while I grinded slow, feeling his cock rock-fucking-hard rubbing against my wet pussy, the fabric of his pants getting drenched with what was leaking out of me. I threw my tits forward, rubbing them on his chest, my hard nipples scraping against the thin dress fabric, and he groaned low, his hot breath on my neck, calling me a naughty bitch in my ear. His lust was raw, almost angry, and I felt my pussy throbbing, pulsing with the need to be filled, but I just ground harder, driving him crazy, his whole body sweaty and shaking under me.
Then came Daniel, who I already knew well, and with him it was easier, more natural. I sat facing him, legs spread wide over his, the dress hiking up to my waist, my bare pussy rubbing straight on the bulge in his pants. He pulled me by the nape, kissed my mouth hungrily, his tongue invading while I ground hard, feeling the head of his cock pulse against my swollen clit. I moaned into his mouth, his hands squeezing my tits over the dress, pinching the nipples, and the smell of cigarettes and weed mixed with his sweat made me even wetter. It was a perfect fit, like my body already knew exactly how to mold to his, and I ground without mercy, letting my juices run down his thighs, the lust building way too fast, leaving me dizzy.
And that's how it went, me and the joint getting passed around the circle!
I didn't give a fuck about the stares from people walking by anymore, but when some skate kids rolled up nearby, my heart froze solid. I swear I recognized a couple from my school. My stomach flipped upside down. What if they saw me there, smoking weed in the circle, sitting on these guys' laps, grinding without panties in a public square? Fuck, I'd die of shame, I'd have to move cities.
— Diego, why don't we head to the apartment? It's close, we can walk, and it's cold out here.
My voice came out quieter than I meant, but the fear was real. I was horny as hell, yeah, Theo was hot as fuck and I was already picturing riding him for real, but the risk of being recognized was eating me alive. Diego looked me in the eyes, that piercing look, and gave a little smirk.
Everyone agreed right away. We got up, stubbed out the joint, and walked, the cold wind hitting my bare thighs, the dress sticking to my sweaty skin, me dying to get there quick.
As soon as we hit the apartment, the door barely shut and the vibe that started in the square exploded into full blaze. Now with no prying eyes, no skaters rolling by, no one to judge. Just us four, the warm apartment air, the weed smell clinging to our clothes and skin. The pot had hit me hard, everything got more intense: their skin touching my thighs, the mix of sweat and cologne with beer, the rough sound of their quick breaths. I felt light, floating, like my body was made of cotton candy and fire at the same time. The lust that was already there turned into a wave that wouldn't stop rising.
Diego got up to grab beers from the fridge, and I went back to hopping laps. But now I didn't stay surface-level. I'd sit, unzip slow, pull the pants down, and fish the cock out. I fucking love that. It's like unwrapping a mystery gift: never know what you'll get, thick, long, curved, straight, hot... Each one's different!
I'd kiss their mouths while rubbing my pussy on their shafts. I love that feeling: the thick head parting my lips, brushing my swollen clit, sliding at the entrance without going in yet, just teasing. I'd grind slow, then faster, arching my ass up, bowing my back, moaning low.
Diego came back with the cold cans, sat on the couch, and watched it all, beer in hand, hard dick tenting his pants, satisfied grin on his face. He loved the show. Loved seeing me turn into his little slut in front of the others.
Until he broke the mood by announcing:
— Didn't I say it was worth it? Is it worth it or not?
I didn't get what he meant at first, but when I saw the guys nod and toss bills on the coffee table, my heart stopped. Hundreds, fifties, piling up like it was the most normal shit in the world. My eyes went wide as hell, felt my eyelids stretch. I just stared at it all, stunned, air stuck in my throat.
Diego leaned in, gathered the bills calm as fuck, made a neat little stack, and held it out to me like a gift.
— Here, it's yours. I set it up that each one pays two hundred to fuck you.
He flashed the cash, the crumpled stack.
— I'm throwing in two hundred too. Here, that's a thousand reais.
The blood rushed hot to my face, boiled in my veins, burned to my fingertips. My chest heaved up and down too fast.
— Fuck, Diego, what the hell is this?? Now you're pimping me out? For real??
I crossed my arms tight, whole body tense, eyes burning into him. The guys glanced at each other, serious, awkward, like they'd just realized I had no clue. The silence hung heavy, just the muffled hum of traffic outside.
- (1,000 reais ≈ $320 USD in June 2015)
To be continued...