Diego stared me down, that arrogant mug I know all too damn well, the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth that makes me wanna slap the shit outta him and drop to my knees all at once.
"They’re gonna fuck you anyway… for free or for pay."
The disdain in his voice, like it was some petty little detail, like I was just being dramatic over nothing, hit me square in the chest. The hate surged up, mixed with a rage that had my whole body shaking.
"Fine, you don’t want the cash? It’s mine then."
He started stuffing the money into his pocket, real slow, just to fuck with me. Now he’d really done it. Pissing me off, leaving me all twisted up, that was bad enough, but making me look like a goddamn fool on top of it? No way in hell.
"Ah, fuck, if the money’s mine, I want it. Gimme that shit."
I shot my hand out fast, snatched the wad right outta his grip, my fingers trembling with rage and something else I didn’t wanna cop to. A thousand reais, all crumpled and sweaty, reeking of smokes and beer. I stared at it, then at him, then at the guys who were still hanging back quiet, waiting.
I felt the weight of the cash, the weight of what it all meant, and even so my pussy throbbed hard, that sneaky little traitor, like the horniness didn’t give a fuck about the humiliation. I was pissed as hell, but soaked to the bone.
Diego didn’t give a shit about my sour mood, kept on like nothing happened, voice all calm and dripping with sleaze:
"So what’s it gonna be? Everybody at once, gangbang style? She’s into it… " he flashed that crooked grin, that sneaky-ass look that made me wanna smack him upside the head "…or one at a time in the bedroom for twenty minutes a pop?"
The guys picked quick: each one gets his turn with me, twenty minutes each, Diego’d time it on his watch. The snag hit right away: who’s going first? They damn near scrapped right there, all antsy as fuck, cocks bulging hard in their pants, yapping over each other, nobody wanting to wait. I gotta admit, I loved that shit, I loved feeling wanted like that, like I was the prize every one of ’em wanted to rip into first. For a second I almost blurted out, "Hey, why not all y’all at once!" It was tough holding back that dirty smirk creeping up on my lips, the pride of knowing they were straight-up losing their minds over me.
Since I couldn’t say that—after all, Diego had pimped me out—I broke the tie my way, my voice coming out rougher than I figured:
"Come on, guys! Alphabetical order." I felt like some roadside hooker in a dive bar, and fuck me, I was digging it. "You first, Anderson!"
I pointed at Anderson, the quietest one in the bunch, but the dude with the thickest cock I’d felt grinding against me earlier. His eyes went wide, he let out a nervous laugh, and Theo grumbled, but nobody bitched for real. Diego just chuckled low, all smug, checked his watch and fired up the timer.
The apartment turned into a straight-up whorehouse. Stink of beer, weed clinging to their clothes, horny dude sweat taking over everything. Me, the only working girl on duty, I headed into the bedroom first, peeled off my dress real slow, let it drop to the floor like it was nothing. Stood there buck naked, skin prickling from the cool air sneaking in through the cracked window, nipples hard and throbbing, pussy dripping wet and glistening between my thighs. I sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread just a bit, waiting.
Anderson came in right after, kicked the door shut with his foot without even glancing back. Every guy’s got his own style when the door clicks shut, and that day it really sank in for me. Anderson came at me like a bull, grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me hard, tongue shoving into my mouth no permission asked, taste of beer and cigs mixing with his raw lust. He groaned low in my throat as he shoved me back onto the bed, his heavy body pinning mine, cock already rock-hard rubbing against my thigh.
Then he stood up, yanked his pants open quick, pulled out his dick—thick, red, pulsing—and gripped the back of my neck with one hand.
"Suck it, go on."
I dropped to my knees right there on the bed, opened my mouth and took him in slow at first, feeling that fat head stretch my lips, the salty taste flooding my tongue. He thrust deeper, fisting my hair, fucking my mouth with hard, steady pumps, no mercy. I sucked him eager, tongue swirling around the head, sucking hard, spit drooling out the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin and onto my tits. He growled rough, squeezed my neck tighter, rammed it till it hit the back of my throat, making me gag a little, eyes watering up. But I didn’t quit. Kept sucking, slobbering, feeling him throb in my mouth, his cock swelling even more as he breathed heavy, ready to blow or just fuck me outright.
After he’d had his fill of my mouth, hard pounds on the door announced the next one. Diego bellowed from outside, voice thick and impatient.
"Time’s up, next!"
Anderson barely had time to yank his pants up, still huffing, his dick shiny with spit and cum, when Daniel shoved the door open and barged in. I was still face-down on the bed, legs splayed, pussy swollen and soaked, juices running down my thighs, body hot and sweaty sticking to the sheets.
He didn’t even wait for me to turn. Came at me from behind, grabbed my hips hard, hiked my ass up a notch and slammed in balls-deep. His cock plunged deep, thick, forcing its way in no warning, stretching me wide all over again. I felt the head smack right at the bottom, his dick pulsing hot inside me, rubbing those sensitive walls that were already aching from the pounding. The shock was sweet and brutal all at once, a shiver shot up my whole spine, nipples scraping the rough sheet, stinging with need. The raw stink of sex hit hard, mixed with his sweat dripping onto my back. He pounded fast, gripping tight, every thrust jolting my body forward, my pussy clenching around him, more juice leaking out, soaking his balls with every smack. I moaned low and raspy, the pleasure building hot and fast in my gut, damn near cumming just from the rough invasion.
When he blew, he unloaded hot and thick right inside, flooding me with cum that oozed slow down my thighs, sticky and heavy, mixing with the endless drip of my wetness. His body was still shaking when he pulled out, cock gleaming, red, pulsing out the last drops. He’d barely stepped back when the pounding on the door hit again, hard and urgent, the wood rattling.
"Time’s up, next!" Diego yelled from outside, voice thick, full of that bossy authority.
To be continued...