I went back to Diego, sucking him hard, trying to swallow down to the base, real deep, not thinking about anything else but making him feel good. My mouth moved in rhythm, hot and wet, feeling every inch throbbing against my tongue. Meanwhile, my hand slid along Adriano's cock, squeezing slow, feeling the heat of that thick dick pulsing in my palm. Then I switched—went down on Adriano, swallowing hungrily, while I jerked Diego off with firm, slow strokes.
The feeling of being between the two of them, hearing their rough moans echoing just for me, because of me, had me on fire. The horniness rose in hot waves through my belly, making my pussy beg for something that wasn't coming yet.
"You loving sucking two cocks, huh? You're such a slut!"
Diego's words hit like a verbal slap. I didn't answer. I just kept going, more surrendered, wetter, more lost. Until he told me to stop. He grabbed my chin firm, lifting my face to look at me with those eyes of total ownership.
"Get on the bed. On all fours."
I obeyed. My legs were shaking so bad they almost gave out when I stood up. I climbed onto the mattress, hands and knees down, my heart pounding in my chest like it wanted to bust out my mouth. Diego yanked my little shorts off with a sharp tug.
He grabbed the lube. Soon I felt his fingers slathering me up, pressing my asshole slow. One finger slid in deep, then two, opening the way with slow, deliberate moves. I moaned low, bit the pillow to muffle the sound.
"Go slow..." I begged in a hoarse whisper, my voice cracking.
"Slow my ass!" he shot back, cracking a hard slap on my ass cheek.
The pain hit instant, burning hot across my skin. I bit the pillow harder, trying to hold back any scream.
"Just don't yell 'cause my mom's home."
He slapped me again. Hurt more. But my body reacted all twisted: the sting spread out, mixing with the heat already burning between my legs.
"Say it, Rafa. Say you're a little slut," he ordered, landing another slap.
"I am... I'm a little slut..." I murmured, not thinking, my voice muffled against the sheet.
He grabbed my hair tight and yanked my head back, bringing his mouth to my ear.
"You want to give it to Adriano, don't you?"
"Yeah..." I confessed, unable to hide how much that turned me on. My voice came out shaky, rough.
"Then beg for it, fuck. Beg him to fuck you."
I swallowed hard. And I begged.
"Adriano... fuck me." My voice came out like a hiss of anger and lust.
The mattress dipped behind me. I felt his hands gripping my hips firm. A heat climbed up my back, giving my whole skin goosebumps.
Diego cranked the music up right then, drowning out almost everything.
I barely heard his voice:
"Give her some slaps, Adriano. That's what she likes."
"Diego..." I tried to protest, but it was too late. And Adriano didn't give a shit.
The first slaps came sharp, cracking loud on my skin. It hurt for real. Burned deep, scorched. But at the same time, my body reacted different. I bit the pillow hard, trying to stifle the moans slipping out uncontrolled.
It was crazy. The pain hit first, sharp and hot. But right after, my body buzzed, like the sting turned into something else. With the pain came a fire between my legs, a liquid heat that made me even wetter, even crazier.
Pleasure and pain mixing in a way that fucked everything up inside me.
After a few slaps, Adriano let out a low laugh and told Diego how my ass was all red. Then he said:
"Now you're gonna take my cock, slut. 'Cause I'm gonna pound you without mercy."
I let out an "oh fuck" and took a deep breath.
I arched my ass even higher, burying my face in the pillow, already bracing for what was coming. I knew it was gonna hurt. But even hurting... I wanted it.
Suddenly, Carol popped into my head again. I remembered her telling me she was into anal. That Adriano was rough, but knew how to do it. "He opens me all up," she said laughing. Back then I laughed too, thinking it was funny. Now it was my turn. I wondered if I'd really take that huge dick all in my ass.
I felt Adriano's hands on my hips and the fat head already rubbing at the entrance, hot, thick, pressing slow.
"Stay still... and take it," I heard him say with his mouth against my ear.
My heart raced even harder. I closed my eyes, bit the pillow hard, and just let it happen.
Adriano pressed the thick head against my asshole and started pushing slow, telling me to stay still and take it. The pressure came gradual at first, opening me inch by inch, a hot invasion with no way out that made my whole body clench then surrender all at once. I moaned low into the pillow fabric, the sound muffled mixing with the loud music Diego had put on to cover any suspicious noise.
While Adriano fucked me from behind, Diego got in front of me and shoved his cock back in my mouth. And there I was: on all fours, getting pounded from behind, mouth full in front. Filled from both ends. Completely used. And, as much as it hurt to admit, I was getting totally hooked on it.
Adriano went in slow at first, just to open me up, then harder. Each thrust pulled a stifled moan from me, the smack of skin on skin echoing through the room. The slaps came back every now and then, stinging my ass that was probably bruised purple by now, and each sting turned into a fire that shot straight to my belly, making me even wetter, even wilder. The pleasure and pain mixed in a way that scrambled everything inside me, until my whole body started shaking.
It was the first time I came just from anal, without even touching myself. My legs buckled, my belly clenched in violent waves, the orgasm rising like an electric current ripping through me. I bit the pillow harder to keep from screaming, but my body convulsed on its own, my pussy throbbing and my ass squeezing him tight inside like I never wanted to let go.
Diego moaned louder, grabbed my hair, and thrust deep in my mouth until he came. Hot. Hard. Flooding my throat in thick spurts. I swallowed it all without thinking, the salty taste filling my mouth, sliding hot down my throat.
I barely had time to breathe. Adriano kept going from behind, pounding hard, no mercy, thrust after thrust, until he exploded inside me: a thick, dense heat filling my asshole until it overflowed. He groaned rough and deep while gripping my hips tight. When he pulled out slow, I felt the hot cum trickling slow down my thighs, leaving me all sticky and messy.
I stayed there on all fours, panting, body limp, legs shaking, while I tried to process all that filthy shit. And then it hit. That emptiness in my chest. The awful feeling of being totally used, disposable, just a hole for them to empty into. My stomach twisted right then.
I collapsed on my side, pulled a pillow close, and curled up on it, turning my face to the wall corner. I didn't cry—I held the tears back hard—but my chest hurt like someone was squeezing it with both hands.
Diego noticed. He rolled over close, propped up on his elbow, and looked at me.
"Hey... you okay? Did Adriano hurt you?"
I didn't answer right away. Just took a deep breath, feeling my throat tighten.
"Why do you do this to me?" my voice came out low, almost broken.
He let out a short, awkward laugh, like I'd said something stupid.
"You agreed to be my little slut yourself, didn't you, Rafa?"
He paused, waiting for me to confirm. I couldn't even look at him.
"Look at me," he ordered, firmer now.
I lifted my face slow, met his eyes. My chest still hurt, but the anger was rising.
"From now on, you're gonna do everything I say. Not just what I say... you're gonna fuck whoever I want. Promise?"
The air caught in my throat. My heart raced again, but this time it was anger mixed with something I didn't want to name.
I answered, voice shaking but determined:
"No. You're crazy."
The words came out firm, cutting. For the first time that afternoon, I wasn't just his little slut.
I was me.
And that hurt more than any slap.
To be continued...