Chapter 3: Rising Action
Amber Santiago arrives at mansion in a short latex dress
It had been days since the corrupt officials were in prison and Amber was no longer under cover. But she still felt a yearning. She had touched herself to orgasms thinking not about victor but his geriatric- paralysed old father. She had realised she was most turned on when the old fart had cum and released his juices in her throat. Her body trembled as she remembered the feeling of the old man's cock pulsing with pleasure, filling her with a strange sense of satisfaction. She had been disgusted with herself at first, but as the days went on, she couldn't deny the rush she got from thinking about it.
As Amber lay in bed, she couldn't shake the thoughts out of her head. She touched herself, feeling the warmth and slickness between her legs, and she let out a sigh of pleasure. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the memory of the penthouse.
She knew they didn’t know who the mole was. To them she was just a prostitute. She text viper
Hi sir, I was wondering if your father needed a permanent replacement for his needs. I would be happy to do it” and she hit sent. The response was quicker than she had expected. Within minutes, her phone buzzed with a new message from Victor. "Be at the penthouse at 8 pm," he instructed, followed by the address. A shiver ran down her spine as she read the message. She knew what she was getting herself into, but the thought of being used by Victor and his father again excited her in ways she couldn't explain.
As she arrived at the penthouse, she was greeted by the same bodyguard from before. He gave her a knowing smile and led her to the same room where she had performed her degrading act. Tonight she was truly dressed like a whore. Short latex dress, 6 inch heels et all. She walked into the room where Victor was waiting. The room was dimly lit with candles placed strategically around. The scent of vanilla and musk filled the air, creating a sensual and intoxicating atmosphere.
Victor looked her up and down, his gaze making her feel naked and exposed. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of lust and control. He crooked his finger, gesturing her to come closer. Amber obeyed, her feet sinking into the plush carpet as she walked towards him.
He stood up from the plush couch and approached her, circling her like a predator studying its prey.
"You look delicious," he said, his breath hot on her ear.
He ran a hand down her body, lingering on her curves before reaching her ass. He gave it a hard squeeze, causing her to gasp.
"You like that?" he whispered, his voice dripping with lust.
She nodded, unable to find her voice. “Dad can’t wait, he’s in there” he motioned to the master bedroom. “Lie down for him and wait for him” he ordered. She nodded again and walked to the bedroom, her heart pounding with a mix of fear, anticipation, and excitement.
Inside the room, the old man was lying on the bed, fully naked and exposed. She could see his wrinkled skin, his old and shriveled cock, and the tubes attached to his body. She shivered at the sight, but she knew she had to do what Victor had ordered. She lay down next to the old man, keeping a safe distance.
She could see his frail body, his bony chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. She felt a pang of guilt for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by a burning desire to please Victor and his father.
Victor walked in, his eyes fixed on Amber. She could feel his gaze, could sense his hunger. He approached the bed, his body casting a long shadow over her.
"You know what to do," he said, his voice low and menacing.
She nodded, her throat dry.
She looked down at the old man's cock, it was small and shriveled. She felt a brief moment of disgust, but she quickly pushed it aside. She had a job to do, and she was going to do it well.
She leaned in closer, taking a deep breath. She could smell the faint scent of urine and medicine, but she tried to ignore it. She reached out, her fingers trembling, and wrapped them around the old man's cock. It was cold and unresponsive, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
She forced herself to focus, to push past the initial disgust and fear. She started to work her magic, her hands moving in slow, deliberate strokes.
"Good girl," Victor hissed, watching her intently as she brought the old man to life. The old man's cock began to stiffen, and she felt her stomach turn. But she didn't stop, pushing forward until the old man was fully erect.
Victor smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he watched her.
He reached down, grabbing a handful of her hair and tugging her head back. She gasped, feeling a surge of pleasure at the rough treatment.
"Suck it, whore," he ordered, pressing the old man's cock to her lips.
Amber opened her mouth, taking the old man's cock inside. She started to suck, her head bobbing up and down as she worked to please Victor and his father. She could taste the bitter flavor of the old man's cock, but she pushed past it, focusing on the task at hand.
Victor watched her, his hand still wrapped in her hair, guiding her movements.
"That's it, whore. Suck that cock," he growled, his other hand reaching down to grope her breasts through her dress.
She moaned, the feeling of his hands on her body sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She could feel herself getting wet, her pussy growing slick with desire.
Victor seemed to sense this, his hand reaching down to her skirt, hiking it up to reveal her bare thighs.
"You're so fucking wet for me, aren't you?" he growled, tracing his fingers over her damp underwear. "And you haven't even tasted my cock yet."
She gasped as he yanked her thong to the side, his fingers finding her wet, hot center. "Oh, you're ready, alright," he said, a cruel smirk on his face. "You're practically begging for it."
She couldn't deny it; she was beyond ready. She needed him inside of her, filling her up and making her scream.
“Ready to take the father and son of the greatest drug cartel in state history” he asked and slid into her. She sucked his father harder on impulse. The thought of being used in such a way by this old, frail man and his son fueled her excitement. Victor pulled her hair back and forced her head down on the rigid cock, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged but didn't dare stop, knowing full well the consequences. Tears streamed down her face as she desperately clung to her sanity. Meanwhile, in the same penthouse, Victor fucked her hard from behind. His forceful thrusts made her boobs bounce uncontrollably.
She grabbed a hold of the sheets, her knuckles turning white from the tension. The pain mixed with pleasure as he impaled her with his thick, meaty cock. Victor's grunts filled the room, mingling with the heady scent of sweat and sex.
"Fuck, Amber, you're so tight," he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. He increased his pace, his cock slamming into her with brutal force. Her pussy felt raw and swollen, but she didn't care. She wanted more. She needed more. She was spit roasted between father and his son, she loved it. She cheeks were hollow from sucking the dick of the 80 year old pagalysed man as she was being fucked by his son. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, adding to the symphony of moans and gasps that filled the penthouse. Victor's grip on her hips tightened as he plunged deeper inside of her. She could feel every inch of him, the pleasure building up inside of her with each thrust. She was on the verge of another powerful orgasm, and she knew it was going to be intense.
"You like that, whore?" Victor grunted, his hips slapping against her ass.
"Answer me, whore. You like that, don't you?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
Amber could only whimper in response, the pleasure and pain of being used in such a way overwhelming her. She was his plaything, his tool for pleasure, and she couldn't deny that she loved it. The feeling of his cock inside of her, filling her up and making her scream, was intoxicating. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so desired. And in one swift stroke he came and his cum oozes into her pussy she sucked his father harder, sucking the hot fresh cum into her mouth. The splash of cum across her body made her orgasm followed theirs and she shook while impaled on victors dick and moaning into his 80 year old dads cock. She tasted his load and swallowed it in one gulp and pulled away. Victor slowly pulled out of her, a satisfied expression on his face.
"You're mine now, Amber." Victor said, his voice deep and husky. "You belong to me and my father."
Amber stayed silent, unable to form words with the intensity of her orgasm still washing over her. Victor smirked and got off the bed, motioning for her to get dressed.
Amber's body was still trembling from the intense orgasm that had just rocked through her body, but she managed to get dressed in a daze. Victor watched her with an amused expression on his face, as if he knew he had completely broken her down and had control over her.
Once she was fully dressed, Victor led her out of the bedroom and into a beautifully decorated living room. The room was bathed in soft, golden light, highlighting the exquisite furnishings and decor.
A velvet couch sat in the center, facing a stone fireplace that crackled with a roaring fire. An extravagant chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm and inviting glow over the entire space.
Victor gestured for her to sit on the couch, his piercing blue eyes never leaving her face. She obeyed, her legs feeling like jelly as she took a seat on the plush velvet cushions.
"Now, Amber," he began, his voice low and commanding.
"Let me show you what it really means to serve me and my father."
With that, he gestured to the velvet couch, inviting her to lie down. She hesitated for a moment, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier encounter. But the look in Victor's eyes told her that there was no escaping now.
She did as she was told, lying back on the couch as she watched Victor approach her. His movements were slow and deliberate, each step taken with a calculated grace.
He undressed, revealing his toned and muscular physique. His piercing blue eyes never left hers, as if challenging her to look away.
But she couldn't look away, not even if she wanted to. She was entranced by him, by the power and dominance that radiated off of him in waves.
As he neared her, she felt a spark of fear ignite in the pit of her stomach. She knew what was coming, what he was capable of. But she couldn't deny the wetness that pooled between her legs at the thought of it.
She wanted him, all of him. And she was prepared to do whatever it took to have him.
Victor reached the couch, his eyes still locked onto hers. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You know what I want, Amber. Don't you?"
She nodded, her breath hitching as she felt his hand slip beneath her dress. He traced his fingers over her lacy underwear, the heat of his touch setting her skin on fire.
His breath was hot against her ear, his voice low and seductive as he whispered, "I want you to beg for it, Amber. I want to hear you beg for my cock."
She whimpered, her body trembling with desire as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her underwear. He tugged them down, his rough touch making her gasp.
Once they were off, he spread her legs, exposing her wet and aching pussy to his gaze.
She felt a flush of embarrassment and excitement wash over her as he stared at her, his piercing blue eyes full of desire and lust.
Without saying a word, he lowered his head, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned, her head falling back as he explored her with his mouth. He lapped at her clit, his fingers moving in slow circles over her wetness. She gripped the cushions of the couch, her hips bucking towards him as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
She was so close, so fucking close, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
“Victor, please,” she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need you inside of me. Now.”
He looked up at her, his lips glistening with her wetness.
“Beg for it, Amber,” he growled. “Beg for my cock like the dirty little whore you are.”
She whimpered, a surge of pleasure and humiliation washing over her at his words.
"Please, Victor, I need your cock," she moaned, her voice trembling with desire. "Please, fuck me."
He smirked, his fingers continuing to circle her clit as he tormented her with his words.
"You'll get my cock when I'm good and ready, whore," he said, his voice low and husky. "And not a moment before."
She cried out, her hips bucking towards him as he reached down and grabbed his cock, positioning it at her entrance.
“Please 🙏🏽 give it to me, victor im begging you I need cock. I need your cock. I’ll die without cock. I nothing but a cum bucket cocksucker for you, Victor” said Amber hands folded as if she was praying and tears rolling down her eyes. . A shiver of pleasure ran down Victor's spine at her words, a cruel smile forming on his lips.
“Begging for my cock whore?” he growled, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “How pathetic and disgusting is that?”
He bit down on her earlobe, causing her to gasp and whimper as he pushed himself inside of her. She was so wet, so slick with desire that he slid in effortlessly, filling her up completely.
He grabbed onto her hips, pulling her down as he thrust upward.
She cried out, her body shaking with pleasure as he began to take her. He moved with a raw, animalistic hunger, his hips slamming into hers as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside of her. Each thrust was harder and more brutal than the last, and she could feel herself being stretched to her limits.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, landing on her chest as he leaned down to take one of her breasts in his mouth. He sucked and bit at her nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive flesh as he fucked her harder and harder.
She could feel her orgasm building up inside of her, the pressure growing stronger and stronger with each thrust.
"Oh god, Victor," she moaned, her voice strained with pleasure. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum so fucking hard."
"Cum for me, whore," he growled, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. "Drench my cock with your filthy cum."
She screamed, her body shaking with pleasure as she climaxed. He continued to fuck her, drawing out her orgasm as he pounded into her.
She could feel him getting closer, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached the edge.
With one final, brutal thrust, he came, his hot cum filling her up and causing her to cry out in pleasure once again. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy and labored as they both came down from their high.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight as they lay there, their bodies still twitching with aftershocks. She couldn't believe what had just happened, how she had let herself be used like this.
“Get up and leave, whore” said victor as he rolled off her and lit a joint. Amber reluctantly pulled herself off the floor, her body aching from their brutal sex session. She grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the encounter.
As she closed the door, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her makeup was smeared, her hair a wild mess, and her body bruised from Victor’s rough handling. But instead of feeling violated and used, she felt a surge of pleasure run through her body. She had never been taken like that before, never been used in such a brutal and animalistic way.
As she was leaving she garnered the courage to say “Will I ever see your father again?”
“Yeah, sweetheart! I’ll make sure you suck the life right out of his cock when he’s ready to kick the bucket” said victor and laughed. “Now get the fuck out whore, my bodyguard will pay in cash or drugs” said victor dismissing the young police officer.
She slowly gathered her clothes and left the apartment, her mind reeling from the events that had taken place.
As she stepped outside, the cool night air hitting her face, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. She had been used, degraded, and humiliated, yet she couldn’t deny the pleasure and release she had experienced. She had never been so turned on, so lost in the moment, and so willing to let go of her inhibitions.