His hand slid slowly up my thigh, hot, almost torturously slow. Every inch his fingers advanced made my skin prickle harder, a tingling that climbed up my leg and pooled in my belly. When they finally slipped under my little shorts and touched right there, right in the middle of my slit, the air whooshed out of my lungs.
He felt it right away how soaked I already was. The slickness gave it all away, slippery with desire. He flashed that dirty little smirk I felt more than saw, then pressed right on my clit. Squeezed hard, with cruel precision, and my hips bucked involuntarily against his hand.
— Diego… — I let out, barely breathing. — Not here… your friend’s watching.
He pressed his mouth to my ear, his hot breath grazing the sensitive skin of my earlobe.
— Relax. Adriano already knows everything… he knows you’re my little slut.
He paused just long enough for my breath to hitch.
— Isn’t that what you are? My little slut!
And he nipped lightly at my neck. A long shiver raced up my spine, from the nape to the base, making my whole body quake.
I was supposed to hate being called a little slut. For real. Because deep down, all I really wanted was to hear that he loved me, that I was his princess, the love of his life. But the way he said it—naughty, possessive… fuck me. It sent a jolt through me, an electric shock that stole my breath for a second. Instead of offending me, getting called out like that was a trigger for pure pleasure.
It was like “little slut” was some ancient spell. All he had to do was say it, and something ignited inside me, fierce and uncontrollable. I felt the shiver ripple across my skin, the fire slowly rising in my belly, taking over my whole chest. And down there… oh, down there I got completely drenched, dripping, my shorts soaked through and clinging even tighter to my pussy.
It was like this little slut had been inside me for years—quiet, locked away, just waiting for him to call her out. And when he did, she broke free. Took over my body, wiped out any last shred of control. I was unrestrained, just wanting to be his little slut.
Even though part of me ached for not hearing an “I love you,” the other part was already surrendered. Panting. Soaked. Ready to submit to whatever he wanted, even without the slightest clue what real submission meant, or what was coming next.
He whispered again, his mouth glued to my ear, lips brushing my damp skin.
— Answer me, little slut… you gonna do everything I tell you?
His fingers were already inside my shorts, starting to finger me slow, circling my clit with exact pressure.
I closed my eyes for a second. My heart felt like it was gonna jump out of my mouth.
— Yeah… I’ll do whatever you say — my voice came out low, almost a hoarse growl.
— But you gotta obey without question. Promise?
A shiver dropped from my nape to the base of my spine. My thighs clenched on their own, almost reflexive.
— I… promise.
He smiled against my neck. I could feel it. That hot breath had me totally losing it.
— Good girl.
And then the order came, sharp and firm:
— Suck me off now.
Fuck me. My heart nearly stopped.
— Here?! In front of Adriano?
He chuckled low, in the cruelest way, and at the same time, insanely hot.
— No questions, remember? Just do what I’m telling you… Go on, get your mouth on it.
He said it in a low, commanding tone, no room for debate. It was an order. Not a request.
I froze there. Two seconds that felt like forever. Heart pounding out of my chest, mouth dry even with the saliva building up, skin all goosebumped.
In my head, I knew this was crazy. If I gave in, if I obeyed… it was over. No turning back. I’d be crossing a line I might never uncross.
But my body answered before my mind. My mouth was already full of spit, the anticipated taste of him on my tongue.
I rose slowly from his lap, standing right in front of him, almost pressed against his body. Diego stood up too, his eyes locked on mine—dark, serious, loaded with a silent command that twisted my stomach with anticipation and fear all mixed up. He didn’t need to say anything; that look was ordering me.
Without a word, he put both hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. My knees buckled almost on their own. I knelt slowly, feeling the cold tile bite into my sensitive skin, contrasting with the fire climbing up my thighs, my belly, my whole chest.
He wanted me on my knees, submissive. And I obeyed.
I obeyed because I wanted him to know I was his. That I was willing to do anything he wanted. Even if it meant getting humiliated, falling off my pedestal of spoiled girl. Even with all the shame burning my face, with his friend right there, watching everything in silence.
He wanted me to be his little slut? Fine. I was ready to be whatever he wanted. Anything.
He eased his shorts down slow, letting his cock spring free. It was already huge, thick, rock-hard, throbbing with bulging veins, pointed straight at my mouth.
I ran my tongue slow over the head, just the tip, teasing, tasting the salty heat spread in my mouth. My heart hammered in my throat, racing, hands shaky as I gripped his thighs hard to steady myself. But my mouth moved on its own, I was literally drooling.
I wrapped my lips around the head and slid down slow, sucking gently, feeling him shiver all over from my hot mouth. His skin pulsed on my tongue, the musky scent of man filling my nose.
— That’s it, little slut… — he whispered, voice rough and low vibrating straight in my chest. — Show Adriano how good you suck dick…
Every time he said “little slut,” my body reacted like I’d been shocked. A shiver shot from my nape to the base of my spine, my belly clenched, and down there I got even wetter—it was automatic. Uncontrollable. I hated admitting it, but that word lit me up inside.
It was like “little slut” was the key that unlocked a door I kept locked. All he had to do was say it, and something broke loose in me, wild, obedient, ready to give in. I wanted to be that for him. Wanted him to feel how I could obey, please him, humiliate myself just to see that satisfied gleam in his eyes.
And I sucked him with gusto. Alternating hard, wet suction with slow, teasing licks on the head, sliding down the shaft, feeling every vein throb hot against my tongue. His cock was big, thick, filling my whole mouth. I tried to take it all, going as deep as I could, until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged a little, eyes watering, but I didn’t stop. Hearing him groan low, whisper for me to keep going, don’t stop… it made me even wetter.
I wanted to impress. Wanted Adriano to see how I could suck dick, how good I made it feel. But more than that, I wanted Diego to feel like I was all his. That I obeyed. That he could use me however he wanted, whenever he wanted. That I was there exactly for that—to be his little slut, to be used, to be his.
But me, silly me, still thought I had some control. That I set the pace, that I was teasing, deciding how far it went. That’s what I thought.
Suddenly, without warning, he started fucking my mouth.
Hard. Fast. Deep.
To be continued...