Chapter 5: The second sunset
Pablo entered the living room pulling Sara by the leash attached to her collar.
She was still dressed like when they left Pablo's house, a lacy black corset with red trim, a black pencil leather skirt and black stilettos.
As soon as Sara entered she recognized Miguel, her neighbour and friend and her eyes widened in surprise.
He saw another guy next to him, a bit scrawny, vut good looking.
Pablo introduced her to the two men.
"Boys, this is Sara. She's the little slut I told you about."
Sara blushed at Pablo's words, feeling a rush of shame and excitement. She had never been spoken about like this before, but something about it made her pussy throb with desire.
Miguel barely allowed him to finish when he spoke "Fuck! Sara? Is that you? Damn, you look fucking hot!" Then, turning to Pablo "Wow Pablo, good catch, I know Sara from a couple of years and I've always thought what it would be like to have her, you lucky bastard." Miguel said, admiring her in her new outfit.
Sara's cheeks flushed at Miguel's words. She had always thought of him as a friend, never as anything more, but she couldn't deny the way her body reacted to his words.
Her panties were already soaking wet from her previous encounters with Pablo, but now they were practically dripping with need. She bit her lower lip, feeling a surge of desire run through her veins.
"I know, Miguel. She's a gorgeous little slut. I'm sure she'll satisfy all our needs," Pablo said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Miguel grinned, his eyes drinking in every inch of Sara's body. "I can't wait to see her in action," he said greedily.
The other guy, who introduced himself as Antonio, let out a low whistle of appreciation as he took in Sara's curves. "Fuck me, she's a hot little thing," he said approvingly.
"I can't wait to get my hands on her."
Pablo grinned, his gaze locked on Sara's body. "She's all yours, Jack," he said.
Sara's heart raced as she felt the three men's eyes on her, undressing her with their eyes. She felt a thrill of excitement, mixed with fear, at the thought of what was about to happen. She had never been with multiple partners before, and the idea of being shared among these men was both exciting and terrifying.
Pablo must have seen the apprehension in her eyes, because he leaned in close and whispered, "Don't worry, Sara. I'll take care of you. You're safe with us."
She nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards him. She trusted Pablo, and knew that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.
Also, hearing the three of them talk about her like if she was an object or a toy to play with horrified her, but at the same time made her extremely wet.
"Now, my little slut, let's have dinner, and since you already look slike a slut maid, why don't you serve it to us?" Pablo said, his voice dripping with lust.
Sara felt her pussy clench with anticipation at his command, the thought of being used like a mere fucktoy was so humiliating, that it was making her even wetter than before. She had never been so turned on in her whole life.
"Yes, Sir. I'll go and serve dinner now," Sara replied, her voice trembling with desire as she pushed off the cushioned surface of the couch.
The three men watched hungrily as she walked towards the kitchen, her hips swaying seductively with every step. She could feel the stiff tent in their pants as she bent over to grab plates and silverware, her corset hugging her already swollen breasts.
In the kitchen, she got busy preparing an intimate dinner for her masters. She couldn't help but think of the sensation of their hands roaming all over her body, their rough touch sending pleasurable shivers down her spine.
She knew what was coming, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement, mixed with a twisted sense of degradation. It was wrong, but it turned her on so much that she almost couldn't stand it.
As she walked back into the room, tray in hand, the three men lounging in their seats watched her intently. Their eyes were glazed over with lustful hunger as they took in every inch of her body.
Sara's heart raced with anticipation as she approached the coffee table in front of the men. She bent down, her heart skipping a beat as she felt the cool leather of her skirt tighten around her thighs, and placed the tray before them, revealing her freshly prepared dinner.
"Thank you, dear," Pablo smiled, his voice low and dripping with lust. He picked up a forkful of food and brought it to his lips, eyes focused on Sara's curves as she straightened up.
Miguel followed suit, as Antonio's gaze never drifted from her. Sara's hands trembled slightly as she picked up her own fork and took a bite. She chewed mechanically, not really tasting the food, but more so focused on the three men before her.
"You know, slut, you make a great table servant." Miguel commented with a smirk. "Almost like you were born for it."
Sara blushed, heat rising to her cheeks as the words left Miguel's mouth.
She couldn't deny that the idea of being used as a table servant was titillating in its own degrading way. She had never been treated like this before, but somehow, it felt right. It felt right to be serving these men who desired her so intensely.
She finished her meal quickly, barely tasting a thing as she was lost in thought. She was the main course tonight, the dish they all wanted to consume.
"Well, slut, you did great," Pablo said, eyes filled with hunger for her.
He glanced at Miguel and Antonio, both nodding in approval.
Sara glanced at her lacy black corset, wondering how far the night was going to take her. She felt both excited and terrified, but tonight she was going to embrace the wild side she kept hidden deep within her.
Pablo looked at Miguel and asked, " so, did you know Sara beforehand? What a coincidence, isn't it?"
Miguel chuckled, leaning back in his seat, his gaze never leaving Sara. "We go way back. We were neighbors, but I had no idea she was such a little slut."
Antonio leaned forward, his eyes flicking between Sara and Miguel. "Neighbors, huh? That's too bad. I wish I had known earlier. I would've loved to tap that ass."
Sara blushed, feeling a rush of heat spread through her body. She had never been talked about like this before, but something about it made her pussy throb with desire.
"Ah, so you know her sissy husband too?" Pablo said mockingly.
Miguel snorted. "Yeah, that limp dick couldn't handle a woman like Sara. It doesn't surprise me it didn't take much to convince her to cheat on the loser."
Sara felt her face heat up at the mention of her husband. She had never thought of him as weak, but hearing these men talk about him like this made her feel a pang of guilt. Still, she couldn't deny they were partly right. His neglect was part of the reason she had to deal with depression after all.
"He just never understood me, you know? And lately it has been even worse, he just isn't giving me what I need." she said softly, staring at the empty plate in front of her.
"But we do, Sara. We understand you," Pablo said, reaching out to place a hand on her thigh.
His touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body, and she couldn't help but lean into him.
"Yes, Sara, we get you. We know what you need, you need to feel valued, seen, appreciated, and all of us appreciate you, and not only because your tits are so fuckable," Antonio added, his eyes glinting with lust.
Sara, despite her reservations, could not deny how much this conversation turned her on. The way they spoke about her, mentioned her body, and made her feel desirable - it was intoxicating.
Pablo's hand slid up her knee and continued to climb towards her thigh. "Let's show her how much we value her," he growled, obviously enjoying the direction the conversation had taken.
With that, he claimed her lip with a passionate kiss, one that left her breathless and craving more.
Antonio joined in the kiss, alternating between her lips and neck, kissing and sucking while his hand moved up her skirt to find her already soaked center.
His fingers delved into her wetness, stroking her clit with the perfect amount of pressure that made her release a quiet moan.
Miguel moved from behind her, cupping her breasts, tweaking and rolling her nipples into stiff peaks through the fabric of her corset.
Sara found herself lost in the sea of sensations flooding her senses.
She was drowning in the pleasure of being touched, licked, and kissed everywhere. The three men surrounding her were making her delirious.
Miguel moved behind her, his hands roaming all over her sensitive flesh. She felt the pads of his fingers trailing down her spine, drawing goosebumps over her skin. She gasped as he deftly unfastened her corset, letting it fall to the ground with a sigh. Her heavy breasts spilled out, and she could feel Miguel's warm breath on her neck.
He teased and sucked on her earlobe before whispering, "I always knew you had beautiful tits, Sara."
His words sent another spark through her. She never thought of herself as particularly attractive, but the way these men treated her, worshipped her, made her feel like the most desirable woman alive. The very feeling of femininity washed over her.
Pablo kept kissing her, licking her face, their tongue moist with drool, while his finger found it's way to Sara's asshole and was stimulating it.
Sara alternated kisses with him and Antonio, who spat in her face a couple of times before spreding it with his tongue, all while flicking her clit a bit harsher than Sara wanted. But she didn't want to say a thing, because something twisted in her that wanted more, be it pain, humiliation or roughness.
Antonio's kisses were thorough and rough, his hands roaming everywhere, without leaving a centimeter of her skin unattended.
Miguel moved from her front to behind her once more, slipping Sara's skirt down to her ankles.
She now stood naked in front of them, wearing only her stockings and stilettos, feeling like the star of a lurid porn scene.
Pablo sat on the couch and took out his cock, and the other two follew suit. Sara couldn't stop looking at those beautiful cocks in front of her.
She licked her lips as her gaze drifted down to Pablo's thick, pulsing shaft, and the other men's equally impressive rods.
She glanced up at their faces, their eyes gleaming with lustful hunger as they looked at her naked body. They were all here for the same reason, to indulge in carnal pleasure and to sate their unspoken desires.
"Come here, whore," Pablo growled, his voice dripping with hunger as he patted his cock with his hand. "You wanted to get better at deepthroating, right? Well, you can get as much practice as you want here, whore. Suck our cocks, one after the other, slut." Pablo said with authority, straddling his cock on the edge of the couch.
He looked at Miguel and Antonio, their cocks already rock hard, and nodded as they each took a place on either side of her, spectators ready to watch her performance.
Sara swallowed nervously, savoring the flavor of their first cum-filled orgasm from earlier in the night as she knelt in front of the three men.
Sara extended her tongue, sliding it across each man's length delicately until they each grabbed strands of her hair, pushing deeper into her mouth.
"Fuck! Yes, that feels so fucking good, whore," Miguel groaned, wrapping his hand in her hair and pulling her down onto his engorged member.
Antonio chuckled, adjusting his stance, and Sara leaned back slightly, taking him in her mouth next.
"I'll show you how to deepthroat, fucking whore," Antonio taunted with a grin, grabbing the back of her head and forcing his cock deeper down Sara's throat.
It was the first time she felt a cock slide down her throat in her life and it gagged her making her choke and cough, but Antonio kept his cock pushed down.
"Good girl, suck it like a good little slut" Antonio said, groaning with pleasure.
Her throat convulsed around his cock as she struggled to breathe, her eyes watering as they tried to accommodate his length and girth.
Miguel's groans and moans of pleasure filled the room, mingling with the obscene slurping sounds of Sara giving a head to Antonio.
Pablo's hand never left her head and he just turned it towards him, making Antonio's cock slide out, only to try to push his much thicker cock in her throat too, holding it in place.
Sara's eyes widened with panic as she struggled against her gag reflex and tried to pull back, but Miguel and Antonio tightened their grips on her head and held her there, forcing her to endure the overwhelming feeling of suffocation.
Pablo grinned with satisfaction as he watched Sara choke and struggle against their cocks, loving how he made her submit to him in such a degrading and humiliating way. He knew this wasn't the first time his demands would push Sara to her limits.
Since that first day on the beach, he had noticed the way her body responded to his commands – the way her nipples peaked at the slightest touch, the way her labia parted invitingly, the way her eyes dilated with pleasure and hunger. He knew what buttons to push to get her wet and craving more, and he was going to push them all hard.
Pablo's grip on her hair tightened as he pushed deeper into her throat, cutting off her airway. Sara's face turned beet red while she desperately attempted to breathe, her eyes pleading for him to release his hold on her.
But Pablo was ruthless; he had taken charge of the situation, and he refused to back down now. Sara's body convulsed as she tried in vain to free herself, tears streaming down her cheeks and snot pooling in her nose.
But Pablo was relentless, his grip on her head like a vise, his movements deliberate and calculated as he thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into her throat with each movement.
Sara's airway was completely cut off, her lungs screaming for oxygen. The world around her began to grow dark as she struggled to stay conscious.
And then, just as she thought she couldn't take it any longer, Pablo pulled out, leaving her gasping for air and hacking up mucus and saliva.
"That's enough practice for now, whore. Tell me, did you love it? Did you like being almost choked with my cock in your mouth, my little whore?" Pablo asked, his voice dripping with mockery and superiority, his face twisted around a smug smile. Sara took a moment to catch her breath, eyes locked into Pablo's, as she tasted the traces of his sperm and looked at his member, still hard. She was almost choking, but the feelings of humiliation and shame Pablo's words caused, mixed with the physical pleasure Antonio and Miguel had given her with their fingers, had her whole body tingling with arousal and desire.
"Yes...
I loved it, sir," Sara gasped, still breathless. She was lying. It made her feel like shit, it hurt her jaw, and the possibility of being unconscious terrified her. But Pablo loved it and enjoyed it, and that gave her pleasure in return.
"Now it's the turn for the rest of your wholes, my pet. Get on your hands and knees and beg us to use you like the bitch in heat you are." Pablo demanded in his low, dominating voice.
She stepped forward on her hands and knees, feeling her skin crawl as she positioned herself before him and the other two men. Her pulse quickened as she spread her knees wide apart, her juices trickling down her inner thighs.
" Please, Sir… May I be used by you all? I need to feel owned, to feel like I'm not worthless…" Sara begged, her voice laced with desperation.
Pablo's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Good girl, pet. I'm proud of you for asking for what you want. Now, let's see if you're worthy of serving all three of us."
Sara shuddered with anticipation, imagining the intense pleasure that was to come. She longed to be claimed and marked by these men, to feel their hard cocks stretch her pussy and ass open.
She yearned to feel the sting of their spankings and the thrill of their rough handling. She knew it would be painful, but she couldn't deny that the thought made her ache with desire.
"Please," she breathed, meeting Pablo's gaze. "I want you all inside me. I need it. I don't care if it hurts, I'm just a toy for you three to have fun with." Sara humbled herself before her masters, eager to serve them in every which way they please.
Pablo, Miguel, and Antonio laughed at her words, their laughter echoing in the dimly lit room. The three men moved closer to her, their expressions hinting at the lust and desire burning within them.
"Get on the bed, little slut, and spread your legs. Let us see just how much you enjoy being fucked by all three of us." Pablo ordered, his voice edgy with growing excitement.
Sara didn't hesitate. She got up from her knees and walked towards the bed, feeling their hungry eyes on her ass. A shiver ran down her spine as she lay down on the bed, her chest heaving with excitement.
Pablo climbed on top of her first. He thrust his massive cock into her slick pussy with such a strong force that it made her scream in pure pleasure. Sara's nails dug into the bedsheets as Pablo thrust deeper and deeper, his balls slapping against her ass with every movement.
She had never experienced this level of intensity before, and she couldn't help but repeat the word "yes" over and over again like a mantra.
Meanwhile, Antonio and Miguel moved into place behind Pablo. Sara's eyes met Antonio's, his gaze intimidating yet inviting. She licked her lips, readying herself for the double penetration that was about to come.
Antonio's cock pushed at her tight little asshole, and Sara gasped as he forced his way inside, inching in painfully slow.
"Oh, God, fuck yes!" she screamed as Pablo continued to thrust into her pussy, each thrust pushing Antonio's cock a little further inside her ass.
"You like that, huh?" Antonio sneered, pushing himself deeper into her ass until he was fully inside of her.
Sara kept screaming with every thrust from both Antonio and Pablo, their cocks streching each hole so much Sara felt she was being torn.
Miguel rode on top of her face, his cock between her tits as his ass was almost pressed against Sara's mouth.
"Lick my ass while I fuck these big juicy tits, whore" Miguel demanded, pressing his ass and grinding it on Sara's face as his cock pumped between her tits.
Sara's mind was a haze of panting, moaning, and pleading as she stuck out her tongue, desperately lapping at Miguel's crack like a good slut. The taste of his sweat was strangely comforting and she delighted in the feeling of him on top of her; a welcome addition to the steady rhythm of the cocks that stretching open her pussy and ass.
Antonio smirked with satisfaction as he thrust into her ass with more force than before.
Sara's muffled cries of pleasure against Miguel's ass were music to his ears. The feeling of being inside her was indescribable, and he wasn't going to hold back.
Pablo held onto Sara's hips, slamming into her with a bruising force. The anticipation of this moment had built up over the past couple of days, and he was ready to test where Sara's limits were.
He knew she was ready for more, as her body trembled in desire beneath him while he pounded into her with no restraint.
"Oh God, yes!" she cried out, the sound reverberating against his balls. Her pussy gripped him tighter than a vise; the feeling of her walls tightening around him urged him to continue thrusting, a little deeper, a little harder.
With each slam, his cockhead pressed against her cervix in a way that made her scream louder and louder.
Sara couldn't believe how much was happening to her body. Never had Pablo treated her like this before, nor had she experienced anything remotely similar with her husband, of whose neglect had contributed to her depression.
Yet here she was, reveling in the dirty and filthy words coming out of these men's mouths. It felt like she was submerged under a never-ending wave of pleasure, a dark and seductive undertow sucking her in deeper and deeper with each pulse of the men's cocks inside of her.
Sara had imagined this kind of sexual intensity before, but never had she been able to experience it. She thought it would only be a fantasy, locked in her bedroom, hidden away from the rest of the world.
But now she was moaning and screaming with pure pleasure as every hole inside her was stuffed with Pablo's, Antonio's, and Miguel's cocks.
Pablo, the man that she met yestarday but that felt like a lifetime ago, had made her his slave in a day, and now he was fucking her pussy while his friend Antonio fucker her ass, and Miguel was alternating between fucking her tits and pushing his ass down to be licked by her. It was too much, Sara felt like she was going to explode.
She was so close, so very close.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Antonio roared, hitting Sara's G-spot at the same time as he drilled her asshole with his cock.
"I can feel it!" Sara cried out, "Please, please cum inside me. Fill me up with your seed!"
At her words, Antonio erupted. It was a violent orgasm, his cum gushing into Sara's ass in hot spurts. He grunted and groaned, thrusting erratically until the last drop of his seed was spent.
Sara's body shook as she released a torrent of her own orgasms. Wave after wave of intense pleasure swept through her body.
Miguel and Antonio pulled their cocks from her, covered in glistening sweat and the remnants of cum. Their eyes lingered on her body, appreciating her beauty in its state of complete vulnerability and gratification.
Only Pablo hadn't cum yet, and Sara looked into his eyes, put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately and romantically.
In that moment, they shared a deep connection as he slowed down the rhythm, doing long strokes, reaching for climax, slowly enjoying every second, and driving Sara crazy.
Only when she couldn't stand it any longer, biting his lips and moaning while feeling him throbbing inside her, he allowed himself to release. With an uncontrollable rush, the feeling of pure sexual satisfaction flooded him. It had been a long time since he enjoyed sex this much. His load flooded her pussy, with his cum dripping down her legs as he let out a deep sigh.
As they broke the kiss, they looked at each other and smiled. His eyes were full of affection and pride.
"You've been such a good little slut for us, Sara. You made me cum so hard." Pablo murmured softly.
Sara blushed at his words, enjoying the dirty way he was talking to her. She liked when he complimented her about her sexual skills, and she found him incredibly hot.
The truth was that at her age, she hadn't expected to have such an intense sexual experience with three men in one night. It was exactly what she needed to bring some excitement into her life.
Pablo barely knew her, but he knew exactly what she needed, and how to give it to her.
The four of them laid in bed, talking, laughing, kissing and fucking until they fell asleep.
The next day they stayed in the house, playing with Sara, sometimes one on one, sometimes two, sometimes the three of them.
Pablo and the others tested her boundaries, pushing her to levels she had never experienced before and Sara just ate it up. She found herself feeling more and more submissive with every experience, loving the sensation of being owned and controlled.
By the fourth day, it was clear to everyone in the room that their dynamic was changing. Sara had fully surrendered to her desires, and it looked like there was no turning back for her.
She was enjoying it, being a servant, a sexual toy, and their whore. It was exhilarating.
After lunch, Pavlo said thet they had to return to their homes as some of them worked the next day, so Pablo and Sara went back to Pablo's house.
Sara felt like she was returning from a wonderful vacation, as if Pablo was her husband, and had to remind herself that this was, after all, an affair. But it also was the best experience of her life and she didn't want it to end.
She knew in three days she would have to return to her normal life with Charly, but right now, she didn't even want to think about it.