Chapter 31.
The Grand Final.
Silvana arrived from work, undressed in the dining room and when she entered her bedroom, she found a scene that took her breath away.
Renzo was in four, in the middle of the bed. Behind him Osvaldo was kneeling, shoving all the cock into his ass. The attractive young man was very sweaty and seemed to be suffering with each thrust.
—Oh, well... it seems like I'm the one with the horns in the end —said Silvana.
—Love! I can explain it. What happens is that...
You don't have to explain anything -- she approached the bed and kissed him on the mouth. Then she smiled--. Don't explain anything, my love. You made me the happiest bride in the world. I love seeing how they fill your asshole with cock. You don't need excuses. Do you like it when Osvaldo gives you a butt plug? I think it's perfect! No more excuses, love. You can screw whoever you want... and I'll do the same. It's our deal, don't forget.
For Renzo it was impossible to forget that. He still couldn't believe he had agreed to have an open relationship with Silvana. He did it in a moment of heat, with his mind very cloudy. He spent several days reflecting on whether he had done the right thing. Would he really be happy letting any man sleep with his girlfriend?
Okay, um... then don't I have to explain anything?
No, no. Take with Osvaldo everything you want.
And don't you want to screw with him?
—Okay! But not today. Today I got a lot of cock. That's what I wanted to talk about —she sat on the bed, with her legs open. She touched her pussy to tell Renzo to start sucking it. He did it without complaining—. I spent all morning screwing with José, my boss… and Rogelio. It was double penetration all the time. They gave me everything. Look —she showed a video on her cell phone where she could be seen enjoying two studs, one entering through her pussy and the other through her ass—. Let's say my work situation is changing. I have to work less and screw more every time.
—And does that bother you? —Asked Renzo.
—Am I bothering you? No, not at all. If anything, they even increased my salary. I told Vanina: if I'm going to be the VIP slut of the office, I want them to pay me more. And she agreed. Now they pay me more than double. Yes, but I have to fulfill new obligations. For example, tomorrow I'll have to suck her... pussy almost all morning. Vanina was very clear: “Now we're paying you for being a slut”.
What do you think of that?
I love it! I'm no longer suffering because of being a slut. It's my nature. I can't go against what I am. I'm a slut and I can be happy being a slut. Especially if I'm with you. I love you, Renzo. And don't think I say that just to say it, eh? If our relationship is going to be like this, I want us to be together forever.
Renzo sucked his clitoris with force. Osvaldo's thrusts caused such an impact on him that he ended up ejaculating without even touching himself off. All the semen fell onto the bed while he was licking his girlfriend's vagina, which had been possessed by two guys that same day.
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Sucking on her pussy was a good way to start the day for Vanina Marchetti. Her boss was devoted to the pleasures she could give her.
—Today you have your big debut —said Vanina, while eating her out—. Are you ready?
Naturally.
Doesn't it bother you to practice prostitution?
—Sex doesn't bother me at all —Silvana assured—. I've already gotten over that. What really used to piss me off was what people might think of my actions. Especially people like you. And now I know even you have your wild slut side.
I think all women have that... it's just hard to find the right moment to let go.
Would you sleep with Malik and his cousins again?
—I don't believe it —Vanina replied—. That was just a momentary thing. I'm more open to sexual topics; but I also don't want to live a life of libertinage.
If it interests you to enter that kind of life someday, call me.
—Maybe I'll celebrate with you guys if Argentina wins the World Cup—joked Vanina—. Because I imagine there will be celebrations.
It's bad luck to talk about that before the game.
The office door opened. Margarita reacted with total normality upon seeing that lesbian sex scene.
The entrepreneurs have arrived – announced –. Shall I show them in?
It's not necessary —Silvana got up and adjusted her clothes—. I'll receive them.
While descending in the elevator she painted her lips red carmine and verified that her hair was in order and that her attire would have the desired effect. In reception, she met with several European businessmen. All young and handsome men, with a great appetite for business. Such an appetite that they devoured Silvana with their gaze.
She was happy. There were examples of all kinds, redheads, mulattoes, whites and blacks. The last ones caught her attention more, she wondered if they would be as well-endowed as Malik.
Good morning. My name is Silvana DaCosta —she introduced herself—. Nice to meet you. Would you like to come with me on the elevator? We have everything ready for today's meeting.
Of course, all the men gained access to accompany her. As soon as the elevator door closed, Silvana stopped in front of them and asked:
They told me that one of you is having a birthday. Who is it?
All pointed to one of the black men. He had very short hair and an enchanting smile. She asked the guy to come closer. When he was in front of her, Silvana said:
The company prepared a courtesy gift for her. I hope you'll like it.
He knelt before the incredulous gaze of the entrepreneurs and lowered the zipper on the birthday boy's pants. He had a good cock, although it didn't compare to Malik's or his cousins'. Maybe it was the same size as Osvaldo's.
The entrepreneurs exchanged incredulous glances. They didn't understand what the hell was going on and why that beautiful young girl was messing around with one of their cocks.
To make matters worse, he didn't just look at her.
Silvana left them speechless when she opened her mouth and swallowed the cock. She started to choke the guy in front of everyone, and the elevator stopped.
Don't worry about it, she said. It's a scheduled stop. Everything is fine. And speaking of stops... look who woke up!
The birthday boy already had his cock completely hard. Everyone applauded, congratulating him on his incredible luck. The company gift was wonderful. There wasn't a single man in the elevator who wasn't fantasizing about the idea of turning years old that same day.
Silvana began to suck that black dick with mastery. She enjoyed it immensely. She felt like a sexual goddess having so many male spectators devouring her with their gaze. Of course, there were more than one erection inside that elevator; but she limited herself to pleasing the birthday boy. That was the company's tactic. The genuine negotiations had not yet begun, this was just the warm-up.
No one could believe how Silvana was able to swallow the whole cock like that. Where had she learned to do something like that?
The boy on his birthday couldn't hold out much. That beautiful lady had taken him by surprise, with his guard down. His cock exploded and Silvana received a potent discharge of semen all over her face, most of it went into her mouth. Once again the entrepreneurs erupted in cheers.
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Silvana participated in contract negotiations. Each of those businessmen brought a substantial bank account and wanted to make it grow. She convinced them that they were at the right place to invest and did so by walking around the table, allowing them to peek under her tiny skirt. Occasionally she leaned forward to fill coffee cups and allowed her breasts to poke out slightly. There wasn't a single man at that table who didn't have a noticeable erection. At first, they tried to hide it; but the complicit glances took care of relaxing them. No shortage of caresses on her buttocks when approaching one of the businessmen closely. She spoke with total naturalness while two men, one on each side, were fingering her under her skirt.
When the moment came to sign, everyone was so hypnotized that they didn't even notice the conditions favored the company more than them. And if some did notice, it didn't bother them too much, nor would they lose money, they'd just not gain as much.
They led the entrepreneurs to a very large living room with luxurious sofas and armchairs. There, Silvana was waiting for them with chilled bottles of champagne... and wearing a black erotic lingerie set that left nothing to the imagination. Her bra without cups showed her breasts and despite having lace stockings and garters, she didn't have thong. The guys almost had their jaws drop when they saw her use the word: pussy.
—Let's party!!
She announced at the same time as popping open a champagne bottle. The entrepreneurs began to applaud and went in search of a glass. Silvana was filling them one by one while letting them put their hands on her. The guys didn't have any reservations, they were inserting fingers into her pussy, pinching her nipples, and even some of them dared to put fingers up her ass. And thus they discovered that she had come prepared for that, because it was well lubricated.
It didn't take much time until one of them pulled out his cock, led Silvana to a sofa and when she kneeled down, he penetrated her pussy. It was the signal everyone had been waiting for. They pulled out their cocks and started surrounding her. She began sucking each one by one, losing track of time and space. Silvana was ensuring the loyalty of those investors to her company. If they wanted more from her, they would come back.
One of the entrepreneurs sat on the sofa and she rode him like a sex champion. Another type approached from behind and cleared up a doubt that everyone had since they saw the beautiful woman's ass: will he dare to have anal sex?
And yes, she got excited. Silvana didn't object when they penetrated her from behind. She moaned with passion to show them how much she liked it when they did it that way. Little later came the first ejaculation of the party (and the second of the day). Silvana swallowed the semen again. The guys erupted in applause once more. They couldn't believe it. They had a very attractive woman at their entire disposal... and she seemed willing to please everyone, through the hole they chose.
They put this to the test. They went taking turns to stick it in every hole. She was adopting different positions on the sofa and let them screw her from all sides. When anyone finished, she swallowed it all. In a matter of minutes, the living room turned into an authentic sexual party where Silvana was the center of attention.
His level of heat rose to a maximum.
Each time they put a different cock in her, whether it was through the pussy or the ass, she felt free. She felt in control of the situation. It didn't matter that they were using her like a sexual doll, since she had decided to participate in that. It was her choice and no one else's.
She decides what she wants to do and Vanina Marchetti pays her for her services rendered. That's the agreement.
Vanina no longer has power over her. Vanina is her client. Silvana owns her life and her own body.
There had been several blowjobs at once, but never that many. Her head started spinning because she couldn't keep up with the rhythm of so many cocks. She sucked one and then another, out of pure instinct. They stuck them in her mouth and she sucked, because it was the only thing she could do. Submitting to that fascinated her. The sexual frenzy was hypnotic. The cocks paraded through her ass one by one. It didn't hurt, thanks to Osvaldo, Rogelio, and Malik, who had gotten used to giving her hard cocks. And among the businessmen, only a few privileged ones had a cock that could compare with Osvaldo's... and none compared with Malik's.
She thanked the hours she spent trotting in Rivadavia park, which gave her sufficient physical condition to ride cocks when the businessmen decided to lie down on the carpet. She showed herself to be a great rider of whores. She jumped at a good pace and her tits accompanied her.
He continued to cum without stopping until, one by one, her lovers fell exhausted. By the second or third ejaculation, the cock wouldn't wake up anymore. She was exhausted, some muscles ached from the effort and her body was covered in sweat and semen.
I had never felt so happy before.
He directed himself towards the bathrooms because he thought he'd take a fresh shower, and in the hallway he found the blonde and plump secretary.
Oh, hi Margarita, greeted the secretary who was masturbating in secret, I, if you're so hot... why don't you come to the living room? There are guys with very good cocks.
No, I won't speak.
Come on, don't be a nag... if you're dying of desire. Didn't you say you wanted to be like me?
That's more like a fantasy. I'm not like you, Silvana. I'm not that kind of slut... and I don't say it as an insult.
I know... I wish you'd learn to let go a bit. Do you really not want to come?
I don't have your body, Silvana. They're going to see me as an obstacle.
Don't say nonsense, Margarita. You're beautiful... these guys are going to give you the best sex of your life.
No, I won't even talk about it. I'm not in the mood. There are many of them. Some of us still have a bit of modesty.
Oh, it's fine. It's a shame. Come, accompany me...
I told you I wasn't going...
—Let's go to my office, where we can be alone. I don't want you to leave with blue balls.
Margarita smiled. She was dying to try out Silvana's incredible body, but she didn't know how to ask for it.
Two minutes later, they were already doing a sweaty 69 on Silvana's office carpet. Margarita sucked her pussy as if her future promotion depended on it. Silvana also put in effort, despite having tried lesbian sex several times before, it still felt marvelous and explosive to her. She will always prefer cocks, it's her true passion; but a pussy every now and then doesn't come amiss.
After having sex with Margarita, Vanina Marchetti congratulated Silvana on a job well done.
They were delighted with you. Several are already talking about future negotiations. They want to sign more contracts, as long as you're the mediator. You'll bring in many profits for this company.
I know it - Silvana smiled, she was naked sitting on her desk with her legs crossed - and don't think this is just because I get a thrill out of it, Vanina. I also like money.
How much do you want? Tell me a figure.
—Not for now, I'll leave that letter for later. Yes, I would like some nice vacations, all paid, in a beautiful place. Maybe Greece or Mallorca.
Mallorca is precious, but it has many tourists. I know an island in Greece where you can vacation quietly. There are parties, luxury restaurants and everything that could please you; but it's a more selective place.
If he's that selective, I don't think he can afford it.
You'll be able to, because I'm going to go with you. Putting it another way: you're going to travel as my lady-in-waiting. We'll have a great time.
Oh, I'd love that.
Can you bring the Senegalese?
Naturally! Malik will love traveling with us.
—Okay, but don't bring your boyfriend. He's a cute guy; but...
It's not good for sex. I understand. This is a pleasure trip. Although I'll clarify that Renzo will take it badly, he's going to make a nice mess. Unless...
If it can be solved with money, consider it done.
Perfect. So Renzo won't be a problem. I'm leaving everything in your hands. Does that island have nude beaches?
—The best in the world —replied Vanina with a big smile.
So we're going to make her have an amazing time.
He stood up, approached his boss and kissed her on the mouth. Then he asked her to kneel down.
You owe me a good blow job for the contract I made you sign.
You're an insatiable slut, Silvana. You're the worst.
She knelt down and started licking her vulva.
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The city was total madness, not because there were many people on the street. In fact, the streets were practically empty. The whole country was gathered in front of its TVs, waiting to enjoy the World Cup final. Argentina would be facing France in what could be Lionel Messi's last chance to win the maximum football trophy.
Silvana had her updated cabal attire: an Argentine tank top tied around her navel... and that was it. She was chatting with Dalina in the hallway of the 19th floor, explaining how her relationship with Renzo was better than ever. Malik's apartment door was open, and his cousins were already cracking open the first beers. They would occasionally glance at Silvana's pussy... and Dalina would take a few looks. She was wearing a black top very cut out and a simple white briefs.
When Silvio peeked down the hallway, he almost died of a heart attack seeing Silvana half-naked... and seeing that his wife didn't have much more clothes on than she did. To make matters worse, those lustful Africans undressed her with their gaze. During the last few days, he had more than one argument with them over the way they looked at Dalina. Malik had to intervene each time to make it clear to his cousins that they weren't disrespecting Dalina and that she felt good being admired.That's right, love—she said.I love it when they look at my tits... and ass. With this pregnancy thing, I feel like I'm not as sexy as before, and they make me feel very good. Don't be so jealous. By the way, Malik... I don't know how your lovers manage to stay with you for several nights in a row. After you put that cock in me... I was unable to sit down for three days.
Silvio almost exploded with anger when his wife reminded him that the enormous rooster of the Senegalese had been inside her.
What are you doing dressed like that in the hallway?
It's magic, love. Don't you remember I wore this to the semifinals? I don't want to wear anything else... we're about to play the finals.
—Do you want to watch the game with us? —Silvana proposed.
—No way! —Silvio yelled—. We're going to watch it at our house.
—And do you want to bet something? —Asked Malik. He appeared at his door, with his torso bare and a jug of beer in hand—. My cousins are interested. Each one pays five thousand dollars if they win.
—Oh, this is getting interesting —said Dalina—. Counting to Malik is twenty thousand dollars. What do you think, love? Do we bet? It's a lot of money. We could use it for the baby. Is Argentina winning or losing for you?
—Lose —said Silvio, without hesitating—. We've been over thirty years without winning a World Cup. That streak isn't going to break now.
—Do you really pay twenty thousand dollars if Argentina loses? —The question came from the elevator. Renzo appeared in the hallway and wasn't alone, a beautiful young woman was accompanying him.
—And Yamila! Silvana approached her sister-in-law and hugged her with force.
—Gosh... then what Renzo said was true. You're already naked on all sides.
I could say I became a nudist – said Silvana –. I hope it doesn't bother you.
No, for nothing. It's nice to see a woman so beautiful without clothes.
—Thanks. And what do you say, my love? Are you betting against Malik?
—And what happens if we lose ourselves? —Asked Renzo.
In that case, Silvana and Dalina...
Let's go get with Malik and his cousins —Silvana interrupted him.
What? Are you going to have sex with a bunch of guys if they lose a bet? - Yamila couldn't believe what was happening -. Silvana, are you going to accept that my brother bets your body?
He wouldn't be the first time he does it. You'd have to have seen what happened in the semifinals. They annihilated me at will —he let out a Machiavellian chuckle.
To Silvio his cock stopped and it seemed he didn't notice that. With complete calm he said:
This time it won't happen the same way. Argentina has no chances. France is a superior team in every sense. It's a safe bet.
In that instant, Malik's dreadlocked cousin approached and announced in French that the party was about to start.
All entered, including Silvio. He did it alone because Dalina sent herself inside without consulting him. Two of the cousins helped the pregnant woman settle into the armchair, taking advantage to look closely at her breasts and to caress her buttocks. Silvio was saying 'Be careful with your hands...', but neither understood nor cared.
Silvana handed a beer to Dalina and this time it was Yamila who protested.
—Hey, are they going to let her drink alcohol while pregnant? That's not right.
Silvana remained agog. Due to the commotion of the moment she hadn't considered that, nor had she considered it when she and Dalina got pregnant during the match against Netherlands.
He's right, said Silvana. You shouldn't take.
It's just a little bottle...
You shouldn't even take one -- Yamila seemed to have a much more responsible criterion than Dalina's own --. You should be ashamed.
And yes she gave in. Dalina felt bad for insisting. She knew the risks of taking alcohol during pregnancy, but didn't think it would affect her too much for one day.
—I don't like it when you drink alcohol during pregnancy either—said Malik—. You have to take care of your baby.
Silvio exploded with rage.
What's it to you, black...?
—Hey, jerk —he interrupted—. Malik is only trying to take care of Dalina. If you're going to get aggressive with him, we'll end up very badly. Do you understand? Let's try to enjoy the game in peace. I'll throw anyone who screws it out the window.
He sat on Malik's legs and leaned his head against his shoulder. They shared the beer mug. Renzo's heart was twisted with sorrow. His sister didn't make any comment. She just wanted to sit away from Malik's lustful cousins' gaze. She didn't touch the beer.
The ball began to roll and everyone's attention was absorbed instantly. Nerves became evident. Silvana was squeezing between her fingers the Argentina beanie that one of Malik's cousins had given her. Yamila was biting her lower lip. Silvio was setting the rhythm of his beats by moving his right leg quickly. And, of course, for him there were twenty thousand dollars at stake... or the option that his wife would end up in a black-pot filled orgy.
At the 23rd minute of the game, Silvio's heart stopped. Messi scored the first penalty goal and that could be all Argentina needed to win the World Cup. That's why everyone present (except Silvio and Renzo) celebrated by screaming wildly. They threw beer, flags, and Argentine caps into the air. The cousins took advantage to grope Silvana and Dalina. Silvio so absorbed watching the screen that he didn't notice how the skilled fingers of the Senegalese players slipped under his wife's underwear and touched where they shouldn't have.
The only thing that gave Silvio a bit of peace was knowing the party hadn't ended yet and nobody was talking about trading goals for oral sex. Although they wouldn't pay him extra for a potential French goal, he preferred to spare himself the torture of seeing his wife swallow the cocks of all those blacks.
Some minutes later Ángel Di María scored a goal after an astonishing collective play. The commotion was total. While Silvio buried his face in his hands, the others jumped to celebrate. Even Dalina, with her enormous pregnant belly, managed to get up on record time. Malik and Silvana hugged each other and Dalina received curious fingers from her cousins under her skirt. Since Silvio wasn't looking, they took advantage to call her a pussy, which she appreciated. She was eager to celebrate. The dream of seeing Argentina world champion seemed more real than ever.
During halftime Yamila accompanied Malik to look for cold beers... and they didn't come back. The game was about to resume and there were still no news of them. Renzo, who had gotten nervous waiting for his sister, went to look for them. He found them chatting normally, both of them very smiling.
Hey, come back to the living room. It's almost time for the second half. Yamila, why are you still talking here? Can't you talk in the living room?
—What's the problem, Renzo? Can't I talk to someone without your permission? You always do that with your friends. You never want them to chat with them. Malik seems very nice to me.
Nice. That was exactly what worried him most. That his sister would find Malik nice.
I'm not forbidding you. What's happening is that... we were waiting for the beers —he opened the fridge door and took out a couple of cold bottles—. You're taking too long. Not even this serves.
Yamila put her eyes in white and went back to the living room without saying anything. Malik helped Renzo with the beers.
The match resumed. Again to suffer. Again to wait. Again to speculate.
Renzo and Silvio had a moment of celebration when they gave Mbappe a penalty... and he scored it. A few minutes later, they celebrated wildly while the suffering became evident on the faces of everyone else. Mbappe had managed to score a second goal... and just a few minutes from the end.
—The French are good, eh? —said Silvio while celebrating.
In that selection there are more Africans than in my house, Malik replied irritably, that's why they're so good.
The match went to extra time.
—Can't be —Silvana lamented—. We were so close to winning the World Cup. The dirty mother. Now suffering for another thirty minutes.
They continued watching the game with their hearts in their mouths. The cup seemed so close... and yet so far away. The next few minutes would be terrifying, not suitable for heart patients. In a final that seemed written by a macabre screenwriter, Lionel Messi scored Argentina's third goal. A agonizing and confusing goal that almost got called offside, but the referee assured it was valid. Almost everyone celebrated like crazy... Silvana took off her shirt and started waving it above her head. Malik's cousins used the opportunity to grope her breasts while pretending to hug her from behind. Dalina also got a few slaps all over her body. This time Silvio noticed, but didn't say anything. Everything seemed lost, it was better to give up.
However, little before the party ended, Mbappe returned joy when they gave him a second penalty... and he scored!
Silvio almost ripped his throat celebrating and Renzo was about to burst into tears. Although this was a tie, not a victory, it left France with chances of winning.
—I knew it! I knew it! Renzo shouted. Argentina can't win a World Cup. We're cursed in football. —His heart was racing—. Twenty thousand dollars he whispered.
—Could be forty thousand —said Malik. He caught Renzo's attention instantly.
Forty thousand?
—That's it. The idea isn't mine, it's your sister's. She asked me if you could double the bet... offering herself as part of the payment, in case you lose.
What? - Almost Renzo's eyes are popping out of his head -. No way! My sister is out of all this.
—Oh, Yamila, did you go crazy? —Silvana asked—. Do you understand what could happen if...?
She left the question in the air when the photos of Yamila invaded her. She knew perfectly that this girl loved sticking huge dildos up her ass. Will she want to try real cocks?
I'm aware of what could happen. And I want to do it. Think it over, Renzo... you could double your earnings. Forty thousand dollars are a lot of money.
—And I can pay that amount —said Malik—. It would hurt me very much to have to do it; but I can pay.
I've got it!! - Shouted Renzo.
Just as that moment France executed a quick attack move that seemed like a clear goal situation. Everyone shouted '¡¡Uhhh!!' grabbing their heads when Dibu Martínez made an spectacular save using his left leg. The commentators went crazy, they couldn't believe the Dibu had taken away France's chance to be champions at the very last moment.
—¡¡NO!! The slut mother, the slut mother! —Renzo started screaming—. No, no… there's no deal. There's no deal.
—Not even say it, Renzo. I won't let you do that —Silvana intervened—. You accepted the bet, now take responsibility.
—Relax, Renzo —said Silvio—. The game is not over yet. There are still penalties left.
—Gods… what suffering —Silvana sat on the legs of one of Malik's thin cousins, who took advantage to hug her tightly—. It can't be that it costs us so much to win a damn world championship. We already had it won. What the hell happened?
The French won't let themselves be beaten so easily, said Silvio.
You mean: Africans — replied Malik.
Silvio ignored that comment. It was the same to him if they were French, African or extraterrestrials. For him, they meant twenty thousand dollars in cash. With a child on the way, that money had already become his obsession. If he were to lose everything...
No. I didn't want to think about that.
The penalty shootout was about to start. Nobody could breathe. Some of the attendees were drinking beer in small sips. The panic was total. Anxiety reached the ceiling.
The first penalty was for France. Dibu Martínez behaved as if he were the owner of the area. This affected the French player psychologically and Dibu made a great save. Silvana and her crowd screamed like crazy, applauded, jumped, hugged each other. They repeated this ritual when Lionel Messi scored his penalty, putting Argentina ahead.
Renzo and Silvio were nervous to the point of no return and when France missed another penalty kick they felt like the world was coming down on them. They clutched their heads and Silvio even let a few tears fall, there began to fade away his twenty thousand dollars... and Renzo's forty thousand.
—It can't be... it can't be... —they said in unison. The others were celebrating, laughing, toasting, and hugging.
The last penalty of the set was taken by Montiel. In the transmission, one could hear the commentator saying, with a broken voice, 'We are all Montiel'. And so it felt every Argentine at that instant... except for Silvio and Renzo. For them, it was the most anguishing moment of their lives.
And Montiel scored.
The throats erupted in crying. The city turned red with tumult and din. The entire country was celebrating a new World Cup title. The cup that would bring Messi. In a movie-like final, that seemed like the invention of a macabre screenwriter, Argentina won its third world championship.
Silvana hugged Malik and didn't let go, her cousins did the same with Dalina and Yamila. Yes, even shy Yamila launched herself at those black and muscular arms and let them caress her a little. They did it subtly but effectively. There were rubs on their buttocks, breasts, and one or two fingers passed too close to the crotch.
—We're champions! We're champions! —Silvana shouted, with her eyes full of tears. After so many days of anxiety and uncertainty, it had finally ended... and in the best possible way. At least for her.
Knowing that the celebrations were imminent, one of Malik's cousins took off Dalina's blouse, exposing her swollen pregnant breasts. He pinched a nipple and received a strong push from Silvio.
Don't touch her, black shit! Don't touch her because I'll kill you!
The cousins didn't understand the exact words, but they did understand the intention. They got angry and all three jumped at Silvio.
They struggled and were about to break his face until Malik intervened. He asked for calm in Spanish and French. His cousins did calm down a bit, but Silvio didn't. He was furious. He wouldn't stop shouting obscenities. He shouted black of shit again and Malik had enough. He gave him a strong punch in the face, making him fall to the floor.
Silvio was knocked out of combat. While he was dizzy, his wife helped him sit down in a chair and Silvana tied his hands behind the backrest using Dalina's blouse that she had taken off. When Silvio recovered from the dizziness, he started insulting everyone again. He yelled like a madman. He had lost twenty thousand dollars and to make matters worse those Senegalese would fulfill all his sexual fantasies with his wife. He couldn't tolerate it.
Malik returned from his room with some ropes and a gag that his lovers sometimes used. It was a ball with holes to breathe. He put it in Silvio's mouth and tied the leather straps well behind his head. Silvana tied his hands better using the ropes Malik brought. Then she stood in front of Silvio with her arms akimbo and said:
You lost, jerk. That's what happens to you for selling out your country. Argentina is the world champion and we're going to have the best party you can imagine. If you can't handle losing, it's not our fault. Your wife will be filled with cock whether you like it or not. Dalina, take off your underwear... you'll get it like never in your life. And you Yamila... start thinking about having to do the same.
The young girl opened her eyes very wide, she had completely forgotten about the bet. She looked at her brother. She had never seen Renzo so pale.
—Let the celebrations begin! —Announced Silvana, and the participants applauded and began to undress.
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