Second part of the LAPUTA DEL SUPER story. It's essential to read the first part to understand the plot.
I got up to leave, hoping there wouldn't be any man in the bathroom or at least not a companion. And I heard the door to the adjacent water closet opening and someone coming out.
I don't know who it was, but someone had been listening to everything that had happened there. And looking up, I realized maybe they were also seeing me. The partitions weren't very high, and I hadn't even noticed them.
My only hope is that it was a stranger who would take a good memory home and not a companion. I already had enough trouble looking at Mario's face on Mondays.
There was no one in the bathroom, so I left quickly and entered the women's bathroom. There were two girls there I didn't know. I went to the farthest lavabo from them and looked in the mirror. My makeup betrayed me. Although I had cleaned up with paper, my face and hair gave away what I had just done in the other bathroom. I washed my face well with water and tried to fix my hair as best I could.
I left the bathroom looking for Mario with my eyes. There were a lot of people, and it was hard to find him like that. I walked around the disco trying to find him but only managed to get men approaching me to say something or simply brush against my body. Normal in the dress I was wearing, I was practically begging.
I didn't find Mario but saw Luis with Carlos and Victor, other work colleagues. They were standing together drinking cubatas while looking at one of their phones.
I approached them to ask about Mario. The alcohol had already taken effect on me, and I needed to get out of there. When I was in front of them, a smile lit up the faces of all three.
Hey Eva! How are you doing? Carlos, the youngest of the three, asked, who would be around my age. I'm already tired and a bit dizzy. I'm not used to drinking; I'll answer for myself.
+ Ha! You can see it! Carlos laughed.
+BUT you should do it more often! Haha! Victor said.
-Do you know where Mario is? I want to ask him to take me home
+Hey, Mario! I saw him leave with Elena just a moment ago. I think he was taking her to her house; Luis replied.
+Eva has already left. You're wasting time and... The boy won't be waiting for you forever.
+HAHAHAHA! We all laughed together.
I couldn't believe it. That little brat had used me like a slut and now he was leaving with that fox. How was I going to get home? I'll have to take a taxi...
+Bueno, then I'll go get my purse and look for a taxi; I replied, acting as if I didn't care who Mario was with.
+A taxi? Here? At this hour? Not on your life! Luis said.
+All you can find on the street if you leave like that is a cold and getting raped.
+HAHAHA! We laughed again.
I understood they were very happy with their drinks, but the way they were laughing at me seemed too much. It seemed like they enjoyed my situation.
+Don't worry, girl. I'll take you home to your hubby; Luis said suddenly.
A relief for me. But it reminded me of my husband, not in a good way.
-Really? Thanks, Luis.
It was rare for him to offer just then. He had always treated me pretty badly, as if he didn't care about me at all.
+Of course, girl; he said while grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him.
+BUT take one more drink with us, so we can admire that body of yours; he replied.
+Eyes. You look much better like this than in your baker's uniform. Haha! Victor said.
+You should go to work like this. Haha! Carlos added.
Víctor took my hand and made me pass through the little corral they had set up for themselves, saying:
+Like that. Enjoying the view of your friends
-Okay; let me do it, I would wait a while for their depraved gazes and that way I'd take Luis home.
-But I don't want to drink anymore. I'm already quite drunk; I said with a good-girl face.
+How about not? You can't refuse a cup from someone who's going to save your precious bum from staying here; Luis said, who was right behind me, probably not losing sight of my ass.
I felt like a fairground monkey with the three guys surrounding and caressing me every time they talked to me. I understand they were hot but it was my companion, they should respect me a bit.
-Okay, but just one. And you take me home; I replied to make them clear that I was doing it because he would take me home soon.
+What about Evita? Go get the drinks and be a sexy waitress with that little dress!; Luis responded.
They were treating me like anyone, but at least while I went for the drinks I'd get rid of their gazes and hands off me.
-Okay. What do you want?
Each one told me what they were drinking and I was about to go to the bar when Luis said:
+You'll need money, won't you?
And taking out his wallet, he grabbed a 50€ bill and did something I didn't expect.
+It usually goes in the thong but since you're not wearing it, I'll leave it here; and he put the folded bill into my tight cleavage, removing the dress with his fingers.
Victor and Carlos were laughing at it. My face had turned bright red. All I could do was put on a silly smile to avoid contradicting the one who was taking me home. I went to grab the bill from my breasts, not thinking I'd go to the bar like that so people would think I was even more of a slut.
+No, no, no. The bill in the tits until the bartender asks for it and he'll give you a discount; Victor sentenced.
Each sentence was meant to laugh at me. I didn't want to prolong it any longer and with the bill in my cleavage I escaped from Carlos's arms, which were holding me around the waist at that moment. But before I could... I went away and gave me a slap on the ass saying:
+ And hurry up, we're thirsty!
+Etcetera, I don't want to miss our special waitress; added Victor giving me another slap.
I didn't know what was going on, how they dared to do that to me. But the most incredible thing is that I didn't cross their faces with a slap. Simply I said okay and prepared to go get the drinks.
+ Wait, wait; Luis stopped me; you haven't given me my beating yet.
They all laughed while my face stayed stupid.
+ Come here, put your ass... said Luis and like a fool I took a step towards them and turned around to Luis so he could give me my beating.
+ Plas! Now you can go get the cubatas; said Luis making it clear that I was no longer his partner, but a toy.
I went quickly to the bar to avoid more uncomfortable situations by calling the jokes and pinches they were giving me in some way. At the bar there were several people waiting to order. But the bartender, seeing me with the bill between my breasts, didn't take long to attend to me. I asked for 4 cups and when he had served them, with all the world's tranquility, so as not to be able to look at me and try to pick me up with disco club sexy phrases, I took the 4 glasses in both hands and when I was turning around to leave, he said:
+ Wait, girl, the change.
A 10-euro bill and a 2-euro coin. How was I going to carry the four cups and the change? But the bartender quickly solved it.
+ I'll put it where you had it; he said with cheekiness
And put the bill in the same place as before, with the coin not cutting off and apart from my dress, putting it inside my left breast. I went away as fast as possible with a good flush.
I arrived with my companions who hadn't lost any detail and although I offered them the cups for them to take them, Luis said:
+ First, the change; and took the bill without touching me anything for my surprise.
+ Is that all that's left?; he asked knowing it wasn't, since there had been seen as the sexy bartender had put the coin in my tit. -And two euros; I replied. + And where are they? Didn't you leave the tip for the bartender? No? That's stupid. That's what I should have done. -No. They're in my tit; I said, lowering my head defeated by my stupidity. +Umm how nice and warm! Ha ha! Where is it or do you want me to look for it? -They're on the left. Take the glasses and I'll give them to you; I replied to avoid him from daring to put his hand in search of his coin. -No, no way, fuck you; he did what I feared. He put his paw in my tit, right in front of me, touching more than necessary to get a coin. When I took out my hand it was red like a tomato. I was offering the cups and now they were taking them. What was happening that night? Why was I letting them do all this? Mario had already used me enough and now these idiots were putting their hands on me like a common slut. And I didn't know why, but the worst part was that I was getting hotter with the situation. We kept drinking the cups while I went arm in arm, manhandling me less and less discreetly. +Come on Evita dance a little for us. You're moving less than your eyes are blinking; said Víctor making himself funny. -I'm tired. I want to go home already; I replied. +Come on dance a little for us and we'll leave, I've almost finished my cubata; said Luis. +That's it, or invite me another one and let's hang out here for a bit longer; said Carlos. -Okay, as you want but that's it and we're leaving, understood?; I replied looking at Luis. +Come on move that bum; jumped Víctor. And again I was there, fulfilling the whims of my companions. Why was I doing it, so drunk or was it the heat with which Mario had left me after the bathroom blow job? I started dancing, and besides the music was reggaeton, so in fashion. +This is danced more sensually, you have to bend down and move your ass; said Carlos.
As if he didn't know how to dance, I thought.
Did they want to leave with the hard cock at home? Well, let it be; I told myself and started giving it all away. Dancing for them like a prostitute from Pitbull's music videos. Moving my ass, wiggling my tits, rubbing their ass on the package. I don't think it was the most appropriate thing to do with the short dress I was wearing, and what wasn't underneath, since they must have seen more than they should at some point. But what I'm sure of is that all three had hard-ons.
I finished the song. I was exhausted and sweaty from dancing. But the drinks were over. Finally, I could leave.
Okay, it's fine now; let's go, Luis, I said with a face of few friends.
Yes, you're right. Say goodbye and go get your things from the closet. I'll wait for you at the door.
Finally! I went to give Víctor two kisses but he gave me a kiss, sticking his tongue in like a snake. Don't react and let him do it like the rest of the night.
Carlos did the same and sent me off towards the cloakroom to get my coat and bag.
See you on Monday, slut! Víctor yelled as I left.
Oh, how was I supposed to look at them after all this? I preferred not to think about it and focus on being home soon.
I picked up my things after the cloakroom girl looked at me with a face of what's with these foxies? And she wasn't wrong. In the mirror next to me, I saw myself reflected. Whores dress more modestly than you; I thought.
Part of the makeup was smudged. The lips barely had any lipstick left after the blow job and screwing kisses they gave me.
But the worst was my clothes. My dress that was already half-transparent and super tight. It was disheveled. Almost showing half my ass and most of my bra. Not to mention the stains on the neckline, which were hidden by the sweat from the little dance party I had given them. I could wear the dress, I put on my coat to stop looking like a slut and left the nightclub in search of Luis. Before leaving, I looked at my phone which had 2% battery life and a WhatsApp message from my husband:
The baby has finished all his bottle and is now sleeping. Have a great time and don't drink too much. I love you.
This made me feel more guilty. Everything I had done that night and taking care of our son, telling me to have fun...
As I left the street, I saw Luis at the door smoking one of those cigarettes that are only slightly larger than a regular cigarette but stink just as bad as a cigar.
+Come on girl, my car is parked downstairs; he said, grabbing my waist and starting to walk towards his car.
I imagined what people watching us could think, me being held by a man in his fifties, or that I was a slut going to give him a service in the car. Or that I was another kind of slut who liked old men.
Luis, as I'm telling you, is 55 years old, half-bald, with a beer belly, not exactly an interesting old man. Added to the fact that he's a jerk and quite macho, it explains why he lives alone and there's no woman known to him. He probably hasn't had sex in years unless he's paying.
We arrived at the car and Luis opened the doors with the key. Since it's at least 15 years old. I went to sit down when he said:
+Take off your coat, woman.
-Hey, it's really cold outside, Luis.
+Now I'll turn on the heating. At least you can look at that body for a bit longer since I'm taking you home.
I didn't want to argue being so close to my goal, which wasn't anything other than getting home and forgetting about all this until Monday when I'd go back to work.
I took off my coat and sat down with the coat folded over my legs. It was freezing and I could feel my nipples like needles poking into my bra.
+Let's just leave it at that. here behind so you don't bother me; he said taking off my coat from my legs allowing him to enjoy his view with my very short dress.
Before starting the car, he wrote what I thought was a text message. I don't know who it was for because I don't think anyone was waiting for that miserable guy at home. I left the phone in a hole next to the gearshift and we left from there.
During the trip, he wouldn't take his eyes off my legs and my breasts which were going with well-defined nipples. Although sometimes he would look at his phone as if waiting for someone to respond.
I don't know if it was because I wanted to get there, my drunkenness or that I really had to pee but the trip was being too long. Maybe he was prolonging it to enjoy my body more the old pervert or maybe he was also so drunk that he got lost. I entered an industrial polygon and that already seemed suspicious enough.
-This way doesn't lead to my house, are you sure you know how to get here?
+Of course, I do, little girl. It's to avoid controls I don't want them to make me blow; he said taking out another one of those.
-Jesus Christ, Luis, don't smoke that in the car or you'll asphyxiate me; I told him coughing.
+It's my car and I'm in charge here, if you want, get under the window; and I'll open it again letting in the cold air.
He was driving around the streets of the polygon and I realized there were whores. Sure that was where he came to screw some poor girl out of those who would suck him for 30 €.
He kept driving around, exchanging his gaze between my nipples, the whores, and the damn phone. I don't know what bothered me more. I just wanted to get home once and for all. As we passed by a girl with her top down showing her breasts, he said:
+Look at the tits on that one! They're like yours. And she's not cold! hahaha!
-Venue Luis, stop looking at whores and take me home already; I answered already fed up of his voyeuristic game.
+Don't make a mistake, lady. I've already told you that in my car drives I; I reply.
I got the urge to get out of the car and leave on my own, but that wasn't the best place for a woman and less so without battery in my mobile. I waited for him to calm down.
+Come on don't get angry. Let's ask her how much it would cost to suck me off with you; he said, making me incredulous.
-You're an idiot? Or are you too drunk?
+HAHAHA! A little drunk but not that, I thought it would be a good ending for the night; and he laughed again like a pig.
-matured to hell; I answered indignantly.
At that moment his mobile rang. I'd say it was a WhatsApp. And then it rang several times more as if he was getting multiple messages. I looked at it and his face lit up. He turned around again and I feared he would stop where the girl from before was, but he passed her by and stopped the car about 100 meters away from her.
-What are you doing Luis?; I asked, fearing the answer.
+I'm going to make it clear who's in charge here; he said, scaring me a lot.
-What do you mean? You haven't done anything to me.
+Very simple. You've been making me hot all night and now I want to finish it off properly.
-I don't know what you're talking about. You haven't done anything to me.
+How not? You've been walking around with that slut look all night and acting like one, so now I want you to act accordingly.
-I don't know what you want from me Luis, I'm married, I won't do anything with you; I said, scared in case his intention was to rape me like another slut.
+That's why, because you're married, you'll do what I tell you and without complaining.
-You're very drunk. Come on take me home and forget about this like it never happened; I said, trying to avoid something worse.
+It seems you don't understand. You'll do what I say or your husband will find out what you did tonight.
-I was frozen, not just from the cold, this guy wanted to blackmail me. He made it clear.
-HAHAHA!; now it was my turn to laugh.
-What are you going to tell him? What have you been saying? putting my hand in the disco and you wanted to blackmail me? Try it. Rubén will break your face off a fart; I laughed again.
+No, that's not it; I answered calmly.
-Then what?; I asked a little worried about his calmness.
+I'll tell you how you were sucking my boss's dick in the disco bathroom while he was sleeping at home.
I froze. So this pig had been the one in the next bathroom. Son of a slut! But it doesn't matter, react, Rubén won't believe him. And more since Luis and I didn't get along so well at work.
-Who do you think your husband will believe, an old green like you or his wife who has always been faithful to him?; I said, feeling like I had won the situation.
+Me; he answered with complete certainty.
-What are you saying?; I said with a small mouth, scared by his certainty.
+Me, lady. He won't have any doubts when I show this to him; he said, passing me his phone.
-!!!!!!! Pussy!!!!!! I exclaimed. It was a photo of me in the bathroom with Mario. My face was clearly visible, sucking his cock with my tits out of my dress.
+Your foxy one! Ha ha ha!; the pig laughed.
+And there are many more. Go ahead, go ahead and see for yourself, and even a video that captures everything.
I kept passing the photos with my trembling finger. There was everything: me sucking his cock, me licking his balls, me with my face full of his cum, even when I put the tube up my ass. And the worst is that they were all very good quality. You could recognize me without a doubt.
I felt like I had hit rock bottom. If my husband saw this, he would leave me. Everything would be over. Maybe we're not at our best moment but it's only in the sexual topic. I love him with all my soul. Plus there's my little one. I couldn't let him grow up in a broken family. No. And less because his mother is a foxy. I couldn't take it anymore and started crying.
+Don't cry, Evita, if this has a solution; the pig said.
-What do you want, prick?; I yelled; Tell me what kind of pussy you want from me!
+Your pussy. Just like you say. And the rest of your body. Ha ha ha!; He said the very pig, enjoying my situation.
-It's fine; I said, unable to do anything else but give that son of a slut what he wanted if he didn't want to ruin my life forever.
-Do you want a screw? Well, come on. But then delete those photos and forget about me and my family; I said very angry.
-No, no, no. You don't understand girl. I don't want a screw. I want you to be mine. You'll be my sexual slave; I'm freezing.
-What?; I managed to say without being able to understand what he was asking for.
-Well, that's it. I want you to be my slut. Do whatever I tell you.
-...; I couldn't say anything, I didn't know what to say.
-And you'll be my slave, very submissive and obedient or those photos will be your downfall.
-But if you obey me, you'll be safe. Your marriage will continue as it has until now. Do you decide?; the old prick sentenced.
-How long?; my voice trembled.
-I don't know, I suppose until I get tired of you.
-My head was spinning and it wasn't from the alcohol. The fart had suddenly passed me by. But I couldn't even think. Maybe it didn't matter doing it. There were only two options. Be what that old green man told me to be or lose my husband and destroy our lives and my son's life. I had no choice.
-Okay; I answered briefly.
-Okay, what?; he asked to make more blood.
-I'll do whatever you want; I answered.
-Do you mean you'll be my slave? My slut?; he continued to stab me with his words.
-Yes; I said with my head bowed down.
-Peace!; he ordered.
-What?
-You're going to say what you're going to be foxy and not keep repeating everything or I'll punish you; he told me angry.
-I'll be your slave, your slut; I answered crying.
-Hahahaha! But don't cry. Wipe away those tears and suck your breasts. I want you to tell me with them in your hands, offering them to me.
-The son of a slut was clear that he wasn't going to use me just for screwing. He wanted to humiliate me. But I couldn't do anything. Apart from obeying.
-I took off my dress under my breasts and removed the ... Bra. I already had it where I wanted, I would try not to prolong this any further.
Grabbed my breasts with my hands and lifting them a bit said:
-I'm going to be your slave, you slut!
+Ah, that's better; he said while starting to fondle my breasts without any care.
He started licking them and sucking my nipples which were already hard from the cold, while I was holding them offered with my hands. Despite how disgusting the old man was, I got a little warm with his work. He stopped sucking suddenly.
+It's coming out!; he said half-surprised as he squeezed my right breast making cum shoot out of my nipples.
- Normal; I answered; I haven't nursed since last night, they're full.
+We have a milk cow here; and continued playing with them while putting my dress filled with my cum on.
+Bueno, before going on, give me your phone; he ordered.
-Why?; I asked him.
+What did I say? Obey and don't make me repeat myself; he said raising his voice.
I took out my phone from my purse and gave it to him.
-It's dead; I told him with hope that this would make him forget what he wanted to do with it.
+No problem, I have a charger.
Son of a slut! It seems everything goes well for the prick. I take out a charger and plug it into the car and then my phone.
+Turn it on; he said while approaching me without letting go of it.
I pressed the button and when the screen turned on I took it away from him. While waiting for the phone to turn on, I went to lift up my dress but suddenly he slapped me in the face. It didn't hurt too much but I was startled.
+What are you doing? Did I tell you to do that?; he said without looking very angry at me.
-Excuse me, excuse me; I told him more like begging.
+Eso is better. Tell me the PIN.
-3003
+Good, now the unlock code; he said while turning back to me and holding out my phone for me to draw it. I did.
+Good. While it's finishing charging, I'll explain; he said in a teacher-like voice.
+My phone It's very basic and doesn't make good photos or videos, so I need to make you a video.
My face turned white again.
+Don't be scared, it's just to avoid problems; he said without me understanding what he meant.
+I want you to say what you told me before, but a bit more polished if possible.
+Think of a little speech where you leave clear that you want to be my slut and that you do it because you want to, because you're a foxy. Say your full name and where you work and do it with your tits in hand like before.
+And as a final touch, it would be good if when you finish, you squeeze your melons so that some cum shots come out. This way it will be seen that apart from being a slut, you're also a milk cow; I'm ending by laughing hysterically.
What do I do? It was the only thing that sounded in my head. I couldn't think clearly. I tried to concentrate. If I made that video, I would have another proof against me but in reality it didn't need it. With all I already had, it was enough. Besides Mario's thing if it was infidelity and it was my fault. This was just blackmail. I could only obey.
+How do you set the camera?
-Here; and indicate the icon to the idiot.
+Bueno ¿estás lista?; I wonder
-No idea what to say; I confessed.
+I already told you, just be convincing and try to humiliate yourself well or you'll make me angry and I'll do it myself.
-Okay; I said scared and nervous.
+Well, prepare, ready, Action!; the idiot said.
-I grabbed my breasts again and started:
My name is Eva María ***** **** and I work at the supermarket *****. I'm a sex addict and that's why I've decided to be Luis' slave and slut.
-I squeezed my tits and two cum shots came out towards Luis.
+I don't like it. Be more promiscuous and humiliate yourself more. And don't say my name, just call me your slave and slut; he indicated.
-Okay; I answered with disdain.
+Action!
My name is Eva María ***** **** and I work at the supermarket *****. I'm a pig that needs to be salami-ed and humiliated every day. That's why I've I begged him to accept me as his slave and personal slut. I squeezed my breasts hard again, and two more jets shot out against Luis this time. I pinched my nipples and kept my breasts raised by pulling on them. I didn't want to have to do it again and thought that everything I could do would be better. Very well, Evita; he said with a big smile. Keep it up and smile for the camera; I obeyed. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue well; another flash, another photo. Very well, I've enjoyed it. It seems you're learning quickly; he said. Thanks; I replied without knowing what else to say to him. It's time to start working, don't you think? At first, I didn't understand but when I saw him unbuttoning his pants and taking them off along with his boxers, I understood perfectly. Get closer to my face to his small cock and he said. Put yourself better on your knees in your seat with your ass towards the window so it will look better; another flash, another photo. I obeyed and started licking him slowly with my hands on his seat, waiting for him to get hard at last. Umm, what a tongue you have; he said the pig. I was trying not to think it was his and think it was my husband's. Difficult. Because I knew how it smelled. The cock took on a more normal size without being big but rather fat and I started sucking it with all my mouth. The fantasy that it was my husband's was passing, thinking it was Mario's. Why was my mind doing this to me? The case is that I got hotter and sucked him with more enthusiasm. Like when he ate Mario tonight. What a good job you're doing. It shows you have experience. The little boy of the manager will have enjoyed it very much; he said to humiliate me a bit more. Do you like the yogurts better, like Mario or the ripe ones, like me? I didn't answer because I couldn't with his cock in my mouth. While I was dedicating myself to savoring that disgusting cock, he was walking around with my phone. I suppose Sending the video and photos. After a few minutes, I was sucking it with real enthusiasm, even though I didn't understand it, but I got turned on, but he made me stop.
+Stop, stop, or I'll run away and there's still more to do; he said, moving my head from his package.
+Give me the time to inspect that cock and that bum you have.
Spin around on my knees in the seat and put me with my face on the window and my ass towards him. He started rubbing my ass. Then, he passed his hand over my pussy.
+You're a foxy one, getting wet. It's clear you're promiscuous.
I ran my finger along the crack of my ass, pressing in my anus and putting it in a bit. I let out a fart that almost made me hit the window.
+Don't be tight-lipped; I've seen how you put the paper tube in the bathroom! He laughed.
With his other hand, he put two fingers in my pussy and started moving them. I was getting excited but at the same time I was peeing a lot.
+I think it's ready to put my cock in; Luis decided.
-Please, Luis, I've been peeing since we left the discotheque. Let's go to a gas station and then do whatever you want; I asked, trying to sound submissive.
+What, a gas station? The whores don't mean it on the street but in the bathroom; he said.
I looked at him with a sheepish face, trying not to make him make me pee there. Although we were at night in an industrial area, cars kept passing by continuously, including those of prostitutes. There were also several whores nearby who could see me, including one who had been wanting Luis to eat her cock next to me.
+Don't look at me like that. If you want to pee on the street like the other whores.
-Very well; I said resignedly. I couldn't take it anymore.
+Stand in front of the car five steps away and with your legs wide open so I don't miss a detail; he emphasized, emphasizing my humiliation.
Resigned to the humiliation I had to endure, I went to get some tissues from my purse but Luis stopped me.
+What are you doing?
-Cleaning up with some Clinitex.
+Do you really think whores clean themselves with Clinitex? He asked. -No; I told him with my head down.
+They do it with their tongue, but as you don't think you'll lick the pot and you'll lick your hand and wipe yourself with it.
I couldn't believe what he was asking me to do.
+Come on; he urged; and clean up well so I don't want you to mess up my car with your pee.
Humiliated, I opened the car door and Luis added:
+And don't think about covering your tits; I don't know why, but I already thought it was going to happen.
I got out of the car noticing the typical December cold. My nipples became stiff and hard. And my chicken meat. I took the 5 steps he had ordered me to take and turned around. I pulled up my skirt to my waist and got down on all fours. At that moment, Luis turned on the car lights. By how much it blinded me, they must have been long.
Now everyone would see me. I couldn't do anything but pee as fast as possible. And I started. Finally! What a pleasure! How long I had been holding it in. I was almost a minute, pouring out a good stream for Luis's pig and the people passing by. At least 6 cars, since I was blinded by the lights. But two of them honked twice as they passed by me, and one with some young guys sticking their head out the window: Guaaaarrra!
I finished peeing and the worst part was left. Cleaning up. I gathered my courage and didn't feel disgusted licking my hand and wiping it over my pussy. I went back to licking it this time savoring my own pee and wiped my pussy with it again. I repeated the same operation three more times. I didn't want to leave his car and get him angry again. When I thought I was clean, I got up without lowering my skirt, trying to please that pig, and went back to the car.
When I arrived, Luis had my phone in his hand. I left it next to his and he said:
+How promiscuous are you? How's the experience?
-Go to hell!; I couldn't hold back my anger anymore and let it out like that.
He slapped me hard across the face. This time harder than before.
+Remember, I'm your owner, slut. I thought I'd screw you and leave you at home but now I have to punish you. My face changed. Because I hadn't closed my mouth. We were almost done. A blow job with that old shit and I would have gone home. What pussy would make me punish myself?
-Forgive me, I'm sorry Luis, I won't do it again; I'll beg.
+Now it's too late. I hope you behave from now on or it will be worse; he said while starting the car.
-Where are we going?; I asked with fear.
+We're going to see your friend the Romanian girl behind us. So that she can eat me out together.
Oh God! I thought he had forgotten. I didn't think I'd put my tongue with a street slut's. To know how many cocks she would have taken tonight.
-Please, please, don't do this to me. I'll do whatever you want, I'll suck your cock as many times as you want. Let me give you a blow job. But don't do that.
+Shut up! And it's better for you if you're obedient and don't make a scene in front of her or you'll end up eating her pussy.
I was terrified by the idea so I shut up. He turned the car around and headed towards the girl. We passed another one, a big black woman who wasn't very pretty. Almost thanked him for choosing the other one.
+Don't talk unless I say so and as far as she's concerned you're my girlfriend, very promiscuous and very complacent; he said arriving at the girl.
When he stopped the car next to her, she came up to Luis' window.
-Hello handsome. What, taking a spin with your daughter?; said the slut with an Eastern European accent.
+Ha ha!; laughed Luis falsely, it's not my daughter, it's my girlfriend and she's very promiscuous; he said for my humiliation.
The girl in question was actually very pretty. She would be around my age or so. Black hair like coal and fair skin. I couldn't make out her eyes well due to the darkness of the night but her body was also very nice. She wore tight jeans that accentuated a round butt and nice legs. Her breasts, which I had seen before, were now half-covered under a t-shirt with a big
An escote that left almost everything of her bra visible. A short jacket open to the neckline and high-heeled boots with a stiletto were the rest of her work uniform.
- Like this? I'm also very wild, she said.
+ Ah, great! I love wild ones. What do you think if we make each other give head at the same time? Luis said without beating around the bush.
- With her? No. I'm promiscuous but not that much; he said to my surprise and relief.
+ Why? Luis asked surprised; surely you've done it more times with other girls.
- Yes, with other girls. But she's very coarse. I've seen her pee and lick her hand with her urine. I don't think about sucking what she sucks; we resolved our doubts.
I didn't know where to put myself. It was a relief for me not to have to suck Luis next to her. But one street slut refusing to do it because I'm closer than her... it was clear that I'd hit rock bottom.
+ Ha ha! Luis laughed at being humiliated by a slut and didn't seem to care about staying without his trio.
- If you want, I'll give you good head. But don't let her get close with her coarse mouth; she said.
+ Ummm. Okay, I like how you are and you're very good. How much for a good blow job?
- 25€ just the two of us. If you want her to watch, it's 30, emphasized the Romanian.
+ Well, 25€, I'm not going to pay more for this coarse one; Luis answered, leaving me in an awkward situation.
I didn't have the desire to see them suck each other off but where was I supposed to go while they were doing it?
+ So get up back there and we'll be more stuffed; he told the girl.
+ And you foxy: Get out of the car! Wait at your spot so they don't take it from you.
Ha ha ha ha! The two of them laughed at me.
I, scared to be in the street in a place like that, asked her for the first time speaking in front of her:
- What if I get confused with a prostitute? What do I do?
+ You'll surely get confused with... That ropa; she said from inside the car; don't worry, you say it's 60€ fuck. Nobody is going to pay that much for a fuck with you here.
+ HAHAHAHA!; they both laughed again, and Luis had found a good partner in games for me to humiliate him.
-Can I get my coat?
+Leave the coat here, I don't want it to stain my car. But take your purse, it matches your slut dress. HAHAHA!;
I took the purse and looked at my mobile but didn't dare to pick it up. I knew he wouldn't let me have it so I wouldn't try. I got out of the car and closed the door.
I approached the fire pit where the slut was warming herself up and thanked her, as it was very cold. It would be 5 am and I only had my thin and minimalist dress and high heels left.
Now that I looked like a street slut by the fire with this outfit and purse, I was scared. Although the car was 10 meters away, what security did I have that Luis would defend me if I needed it?
Inside the car, you couldn't see anything. I suppose Luis was enjoying his blow job while I froze to death like a street slut.
Several cars passed by, slowing down to look at me. I turned around so they wouldn't see me. Another one stopped and called out:
+ How much for a screw?; said a man I didn't look at.
He repeated the phrase again, and since I didn't turn around, he left. Good thing.
I had been watching cars pass by for 10 minutes when another one stopped and called out. I tried to use the same tactic of ignoring him, but this time he honked twice. I had no other option than to approach him discreetly.
As I got closer, I realized it was two young guys in a new BMW. This wasn't good for me, because if they got excited about me, they would surely have enough money to screw me. I went to the passenger window that was closest to the sidewalk and said:
-Hi boys!
+Hi beautiful!; the copilot replied.
+ Don't you get cold with that Dress? said the driver.
+Of course it has, don't you see how it has nipples?; the co-pilot told his friend.
-Just a little; I said, joking around.
Okay. I was already dressed like a street slut so what else did I care about acting a bit? If I told them I wasn't one they wouldn't believe me and things would only get worse thinking they didn't want to fuck with us.
+Well, we'll warm you up, girl; the driver said.
-umm yes? And what do two handsome and young guys pay for sex when you can pick anyone you want?; I told them, teasing a bit.
+A prostitute is cheaper in the long run; the driver said.
+And besides, you can make her do anything! haha!; the co-pilot laughed.
-And what do you have planned, jerks?; I kept teasing.
+It depends on the slut in question; the co-pilot said, looking like the most sophisticated one.
-And what does it depend on?; I said, like a song.
+For example, on the body of the slut. You, for example, have good tits to make me a Cuban; the same one answered.
+But I want to fuck an ass tonight. Let's see if you're up for it and then we'll see what you've got; the driver asked.
Giving him a smile, I turned around and left my ass at their mercy. So at their mercy that the co-pilot started touching my ass. First above the dress but then he lifted it and they could see that there was nothing underneath. I turned around and told them:
-Well, is that enough of an advance? Don't you think?
I was starting to get worried. My idea was to tease like a slut but then tell them I had my period and could only suck. And then tell them an exorbitant price for a blow job. But those two never said anything about using my pussy. Only my tits and ass...
+ummm. You're showing off your cock. What a golfer; the co-pilot said.
-Yes, that's what I do; I told them, not too far from reality actually.
+Well, and do you do it for the ass?; the driver asked, obsessed with sodomizing me.
-I'm sorry, nene; I tried to sound affectionate; my ass is only for my sexy.
+Buaa, but he won't leave, I'll respond.
-Oh no, look at her inspecting a companion in that car; I told him pointing to Luis's car.
+Is that your sexy? Well, what a piece of crap car; the conductor responded.
+It's the one he uses to be here. So the police won't bother him; react quickly.
+Well, a little mamada and a Cuban with those big tits if you mark yourself, don't you? The copilot said.
I didn't know what excuse to put up for that... but I wasn't thinking of sucking them off either. I had to think fast.
-The truth is guys, as soon as I'm done with my sexy, we'll leave and I don't want to make him wait. Today I've already taken enough and I don't want him to get angry; it was the best I could come up with.
+Buaa, a slut who doesn't want money; the conductor said.
+We'll give you 80€ for a blow job each; the other one said.
-I'm sorry guys, really; I'd love to suck your delicious cocks but I can't; and besides, I wasn't lying too much with the heat I was carrying.
+At least in exchange for letting us leave with our pants down, let us touch you a little bit, won't you? The conductor said.
Not knowing how to escape anymore, I had no choice but to accept.
-Okay guys. But one minute each and that's it, I don't want any trouble with him.
+Come on, I'll go first; the one who was closer said.
And he started rubbing my tits until I got a nipple out of my tight dress. I didn't say anything and let him keep caressing my nipple. With the other hand, he grabbed my ass, pulling me towards the car. I felt the cold metal on my thighs. Holding myself like that, he kept rubbing my tits and rubbing my ass. Then I abandoned my tits, leaving one in the air and moving my hand down to my pussy under his hand. He put it in without shame, saying:
+It's fine, depilated! Like a little girl.
A few more caresses and he went to stick his finger in my slit but stopped at my feet.
-Change!
If I didn't stop him, with how horny I was, I would have lost the control.
I turned around to the car in front of me so they could see me well and I could show myself off a bit more. I don't know what was going on but I was really horny.
I leaned against the window, leaving my cleavage visible to the driver. He didn't take long to lower my dress and let my tits hang out. Ufff, I was getting so turned on! He started playing with my tits at his own pace while I let him do it. When he got tired, he said: That bum is great.
I turned around, bent over, leaving my ass in the air for him to enjoy. He kept caressing me for a bit until he went down on me for a few seconds and then came back up with his finger tracing my smooth pussy all the way to my anus. I pressed my rear entrance to let him in and that's when I ended the free fondling session.
Okay, guys, it's over; I said, turning around and putting my dress back on.
Damn, you left us with a hard cock, said the guy who had just been touching me.
You'll find another girl who'll make you come all the way; I said.
And what about one as good as you? asked the driver.
At that moment, a lightbulb went off in my head.
If you turn around and come back in an hour, there's a very pretty dark-haired girl who likes it rough from behind. And she's cheaper than me, I said, intending to give that foxy a little of the bad time she had made me have.
Well, we'll take your advice. Today we need to blow off some steam and if it's not yours, it'll be your friend's; said the copilot.
I smiled and winked at them, blowing each of them a kiss before turning around and walking sensually back to my seat. As soon as I was out of sight, they took off in their car. They were a couple of cool kids, but they had really turned me on. I never imagined that making myself look like a slut would get me so excited.
To avoid taking any more risks, I decided, after warming up by the Romanian's fire, to take my leave and...
A bit off the road and that way it would be harder for another 'client' to complain about me.
I used this time of waiting to go pee again. Thanks God I had my purse and this time I could wipe myself with paper.
I was finishing up when I saw Luis getting out of the car. He walked a few steps away and made a gesture with his hand for me to come over. I obeyed.
I was walking towards him when I saw him take off his cock. When I got there, he told me:
+kneel down at my feet.
And so I did.
I thought he would ask me to suck it again but no. Instead, he started peeing on the sidewalk. Some drops were splashing and hitting my legs. I didn't move, overcoming my disgust. When he finished, he told me:
+Clean it up.
It was absurd to think he wanted me to pull out a Kleenex and wipe it clean. So I did what we both knew that meant. I put it in my mouth and cleaned it with saliva.
+Very well slutty. You're learning fast; he said, petting my head like an animal.
+Come on, get down on all fours. Cristina has a gift for you; that's what the slut should be called, he said.
I followed them to the back door of their car. There was the Romanian woman, naked and wiping her pussy with my coat. She smiled when she saw me.
-See what your boyfriend left for you; she said, getting down on all fours next to him, exposing her ass to me.
I looked at Luis with a confused face.
+Open it up, darling. You'll see; he said.
I got a little closer and did as I was told. When I opened his butt cheeks, I saw the tip of a condom stuck in his anus.
+Eso es para ti love. Sacáselo con la boca.
Another humiliation with the help of that foxy. Waited for a moment but like the rest of the night, I couldn't do anything but obey.
I brought my face to her ass while keeping her buttocks apart with my hands. And with much disgust, I grabbed what was sticking out of the condom, trying not to touch it with my lips on her butt.
Holding him with my teeth, I pulled him out. But the foxy was squeezing her ass so that it would be harder for me. After being stuck in her hole with my mouth and nose for a good while, I managed to pull out a few centimeters.
It was clear that this wouldn't work. I tried grabbing it again from closer to her butt. To make more force and avoid what I had pulled out from going back inside her.
I had to repeat the operation twice more. Until more than half came out. At that point, with one more pull, the condom came out hanging from my mouth.
Cristina turned around and said:
-You like our gift.
I looked at her with a face of hatred.
+Don't be ungrateful. Thank the lady; I order you, Luis.
-Gasias; I said as I could with the condom in my mouth.
+No problem, beautiful; she answered, taking the condom just below my lips.
The very foxy started playing with it on my face, hitting me with it on my cheeks, nose, and eyes... I was enjoying it.
-Open your mouth; she told me.
I didn't know if I should obey her but I supposed so. I opened my mouth and she put the condom inside, leaving only the open part outside.
-Close your lips so nothing comes out; she said again.
I did so. Pouting like in selfies of chonis. I felt a lot of disgust. The typical latex taste joined with the ass taste of that foxy. I had to hold back my urge to vomit just thinking about it.
+You're beautiful, Evita; Luis told me.
+Now help Cristina get dressed, she's been very good tonight; He ordered himself.
The Romanian laughed at me again and, searching for her thong, threw it in my face.
-Put it on; she said while lying down in the seat, lifting her legs towards me.
-I put the thong between her long legs and went up. I lifted my butt to help me put the thong in its place. Then I did the same with her pants. I threw my bra at her face again and sat on the edge of the seat, trying not to touch her tits. To fasten it, I had to pass almost embracing her, leaving our faces almost touching. I took advantage of that to give her a kiss on the cheek, laughing at me again. She put on her shirt herself, telling me:
-Put my boots on.
-And kneeling as I was in front of that street slut, I laced them up. Not without effort those high-heeled shoes with vertigo. When she finished, she stood up and said:
-Kiss them.
-Accustomed as I was to humiliations that night. I bent my head down to her boots and carefully so that the condom wouldn't come off, kissed one first and then the other.
-¡jiji! ¡What a delight!, said the very foxy one.
+It's time for us to leave now.
-Luis bid farewell to the prostitute while I remained kneeling in front of them until he said:
+Get into the car and let your husband take you home.
-Finally, my torment ended. I got up without looking at them and sat down in the passenger seat. Luis got in, started the car, and we left there finally.
-We were leaving the polygon when Luis thought of one last humiliation for me:
+Put the whole treat in your mouth and mature it by chewing it like gum. Get all the flavor!; laughed the very son of a slut.
-During the trip, I remained silent. Nothing to say. Anything could have made that drag on and I only wanted to get home and forget all this. When we were arriving, Luis told me:
+ Did you have a good time?
-matured to hell; I answered as best I could with the condom still in my mouth.
+Etcetera; he scolded me.
We finally arrived at my house. I stopped the car on double file in front of my gate. I was already savoring my freedom.
+Take it; he said, handing me back my phone.
+Your bra is staying with me as a memento of such a special night. The gum you can keep. Don't you thank me?
-Thanks, Luis; I said, not wanting to upset him so close to my destination
+See you on Monday, Evita. I'd give you a kiss but right now your mouth makes me sick; the old cynic said.
+Dream of angelitos.
I grabbed my purse and coat and got out of the car. Quickly put on my coat. It was 7 am and some neighbor might see me with those paint jobs. I only hoped Rubén was asleep so he wouldn't see me appear with those paint jobs and smelling like a cheap slut.
I walked almost running to my gate and heard the old prick leaving. I was free. At least until Monday. I spat out the condom and ran quickly into the portal.
I hope this chapter hasn't disappointed those who liked the first one. If it has good acceptance, I'll continue with the story of how Eva's life changes at work after this night.
I got up to leave, hoping there wouldn't be any man in the bathroom or at least not a companion. And I heard the door to the adjacent water closet opening and someone coming out.
I don't know who it was, but someone had been listening to everything that had happened there. And looking up, I realized maybe they were also seeing me. The partitions weren't very high, and I hadn't even noticed them.
My only hope is that it was a stranger who would take a good memory home and not a companion. I already had enough trouble looking at Mario's face on Mondays.
There was no one in the bathroom, so I left quickly and entered the women's bathroom. There were two girls there I didn't know. I went to the farthest lavabo from them and looked in the mirror. My makeup betrayed me. Although I had cleaned up with paper, my face and hair gave away what I had just done in the other bathroom. I washed my face well with water and tried to fix my hair as best I could.
I left the bathroom looking for Mario with my eyes. There were a lot of people, and it was hard to find him like that. I walked around the disco trying to find him but only managed to get men approaching me to say something or simply brush against my body. Normal in the dress I was wearing, I was practically begging.
I didn't find Mario but saw Luis with Carlos and Victor, other work colleagues. They were standing together drinking cubatas while looking at one of their phones.
I approached them to ask about Mario. The alcohol had already taken effect on me, and I needed to get out of there. When I was in front of them, a smile lit up the faces of all three.
Hey Eva! How are you doing? Carlos, the youngest of the three, asked, who would be around my age. I'm already tired and a bit dizzy. I'm not used to drinking; I'll answer for myself.
+ Ha! You can see it! Carlos laughed.
+BUT you should do it more often! Haha! Victor said.
-Do you know where Mario is? I want to ask him to take me home
+Hey, Mario! I saw him leave with Elena just a moment ago. I think he was taking her to her house; Luis replied.
+Eva has already left. You're wasting time and... The boy won't be waiting for you forever.
+HAHAHAHA! We all laughed together.
I couldn't believe it. That little brat had used me like a slut and now he was leaving with that fox. How was I going to get home? I'll have to take a taxi...
+Bueno, then I'll go get my purse and look for a taxi; I replied, acting as if I didn't care who Mario was with.
+A taxi? Here? At this hour? Not on your life! Luis said.
+All you can find on the street if you leave like that is a cold and getting raped.
+HAHAHA! We laughed again.
I understood they were very happy with their drinks, but the way they were laughing at me seemed too much. It seemed like they enjoyed my situation.
+Don't worry, girl. I'll take you home to your hubby; Luis said suddenly.
A relief for me. But it reminded me of my husband, not in a good way.
-Really? Thanks, Luis.
It was rare for him to offer just then. He had always treated me pretty badly, as if he didn't care about me at all.
+Of course, girl; he said while grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him.
+BUT take one more drink with us, so we can admire that body of yours; he replied.
+Eyes. You look much better like this than in your baker's uniform. Haha! Victor said.
+You should go to work like this. Haha! Carlos added.
Víctor took my hand and made me pass through the little corral they had set up for themselves, saying:
+Like that. Enjoying the view of your friends
-Okay; let me do it, I would wait a while for their depraved gazes and that way I'd take Luis home.
-But I don't want to drink anymore. I'm already quite drunk; I said with a good-girl face.
+How about not? You can't refuse a cup from someone who's going to save your precious bum from staying here; Luis said, who was right behind me, probably not losing sight of my ass.
I felt like a fairground monkey with the three guys surrounding and caressing me every time they talked to me. I understand they were hot but it was my companion, they should respect me a bit.
-Okay, but just one. And you take me home; I replied to make them clear that I was doing it because he would take me home soon.
+What about Evita? Go get the drinks and be a sexy waitress with that little dress!; Luis responded.
They were treating me like anyone, but at least while I went for the drinks I'd get rid of their gazes and hands off me.
-Okay. What do you want?
Each one told me what they were drinking and I was about to go to the bar when Luis said:
+You'll need money, won't you?
And taking out his wallet, he grabbed a 50€ bill and did something I didn't expect.
+It usually goes in the thong but since you're not wearing it, I'll leave it here; and he put the folded bill into my tight cleavage, removing the dress with his fingers.
Victor and Carlos were laughing at it. My face had turned bright red. All I could do was put on a silly smile to avoid contradicting the one who was taking me home. I went to grab the bill from my breasts, not thinking I'd go to the bar like that so people would think I was even more of a slut.
+No, no, no. The bill in the tits until the bartender asks for it and he'll give you a discount; Victor sentenced.
Each sentence was meant to laugh at me. I didn't want to prolong it any longer and with the bill in my cleavage I escaped from Carlos's arms, which were holding me around the waist at that moment. But before I could... I went away and gave me a slap on the ass saying:
+ And hurry up, we're thirsty!
+Etcetera, I don't want to miss our special waitress; added Victor giving me another slap.
I didn't know what was going on, how they dared to do that to me. But the most incredible thing is that I didn't cross their faces with a slap. Simply I said okay and prepared to go get the drinks.
+ Wait, wait; Luis stopped me; you haven't given me my beating yet.
They all laughed while my face stayed stupid.
+ Come here, put your ass... said Luis and like a fool I took a step towards them and turned around to Luis so he could give me my beating.
+ Plas! Now you can go get the cubatas; said Luis making it clear that I was no longer his partner, but a toy.
I went quickly to the bar to avoid more uncomfortable situations by calling the jokes and pinches they were giving me in some way. At the bar there were several people waiting to order. But the bartender, seeing me with the bill between my breasts, didn't take long to attend to me. I asked for 4 cups and when he had served them, with all the world's tranquility, so as not to be able to look at me and try to pick me up with disco club sexy phrases, I took the 4 glasses in both hands and when I was turning around to leave, he said:
+ Wait, girl, the change.
A 10-euro bill and a 2-euro coin. How was I going to carry the four cups and the change? But the bartender quickly solved it.
+ I'll put it where you had it; he said with cheekiness
And put the bill in the same place as before, with the coin not cutting off and apart from my dress, putting it inside my left breast. I went away as fast as possible with a good flush.
I arrived with my companions who hadn't lost any detail and although I offered them the cups for them to take them, Luis said:
+ First, the change; and took the bill without touching me anything for my surprise.
+ Is that all that's left?; he asked knowing it wasn't, since there had been seen as the sexy bartender had put the coin in my tit. -And two euros; I replied. + And where are they? Didn't you leave the tip for the bartender? No? That's stupid. That's what I should have done. -No. They're in my tit; I said, lowering my head defeated by my stupidity. +Umm how nice and warm! Ha ha! Where is it or do you want me to look for it? -They're on the left. Take the glasses and I'll give them to you; I replied to avoid him from daring to put his hand in search of his coin. -No, no way, fuck you; he did what I feared. He put his paw in my tit, right in front of me, touching more than necessary to get a coin. When I took out my hand it was red like a tomato. I was offering the cups and now they were taking them. What was happening that night? Why was I letting them do all this? Mario had already used me enough and now these idiots were putting their hands on me like a common slut. And I didn't know why, but the worst part was that I was getting hotter with the situation. We kept drinking the cups while I went arm in arm, manhandling me less and less discreetly. +Come on Evita dance a little for us. You're moving less than your eyes are blinking; said Víctor making himself funny. -I'm tired. I want to go home already; I replied. +Come on dance a little for us and we'll leave, I've almost finished my cubata; said Luis. +That's it, or invite me another one and let's hang out here for a bit longer; said Carlos. -Okay, as you want but that's it and we're leaving, understood?; I replied looking at Luis. +Come on move that bum; jumped Víctor. And again I was there, fulfilling the whims of my companions. Why was I doing it, so drunk or was it the heat with which Mario had left me after the bathroom blow job? I started dancing, and besides the music was reggaeton, so in fashion. +This is danced more sensually, you have to bend down and move your ass; said Carlos.
As if he didn't know how to dance, I thought.
Did they want to leave with the hard cock at home? Well, let it be; I told myself and started giving it all away. Dancing for them like a prostitute from Pitbull's music videos. Moving my ass, wiggling my tits, rubbing their ass on the package. I don't think it was the most appropriate thing to do with the short dress I was wearing, and what wasn't underneath, since they must have seen more than they should at some point. But what I'm sure of is that all three had hard-ons.
I finished the song. I was exhausted and sweaty from dancing. But the drinks were over. Finally, I could leave.
Okay, it's fine now; let's go, Luis, I said with a face of few friends.
Yes, you're right. Say goodbye and go get your things from the closet. I'll wait for you at the door.
Finally! I went to give Víctor two kisses but he gave me a kiss, sticking his tongue in like a snake. Don't react and let him do it like the rest of the night.
Carlos did the same and sent me off towards the cloakroom to get my coat and bag.
See you on Monday, slut! Víctor yelled as I left.
Oh, how was I supposed to look at them after all this? I preferred not to think about it and focus on being home soon.
I picked up my things after the cloakroom girl looked at me with a face of what's with these foxies? And she wasn't wrong. In the mirror next to me, I saw myself reflected. Whores dress more modestly than you; I thought.
Part of the makeup was smudged. The lips barely had any lipstick left after the blow job and screwing kisses they gave me.
But the worst was my clothes. My dress that was already half-transparent and super tight. It was disheveled. Almost showing half my ass and most of my bra. Not to mention the stains on the neckline, which were hidden by the sweat from the little dance party I had given them. I could wear the dress, I put on my coat to stop looking like a slut and left the nightclub in search of Luis. Before leaving, I looked at my phone which had 2% battery life and a WhatsApp message from my husband:
The baby has finished all his bottle and is now sleeping. Have a great time and don't drink too much. I love you.
This made me feel more guilty. Everything I had done that night and taking care of our son, telling me to have fun...
As I left the street, I saw Luis at the door smoking one of those cigarettes that are only slightly larger than a regular cigarette but stink just as bad as a cigar.
+Come on girl, my car is parked downstairs; he said, grabbing my waist and starting to walk towards his car.
I imagined what people watching us could think, me being held by a man in his fifties, or that I was a slut going to give him a service in the car. Or that I was another kind of slut who liked old men.
Luis, as I'm telling you, is 55 years old, half-bald, with a beer belly, not exactly an interesting old man. Added to the fact that he's a jerk and quite macho, it explains why he lives alone and there's no woman known to him. He probably hasn't had sex in years unless he's paying.
We arrived at the car and Luis opened the doors with the key. Since it's at least 15 years old. I went to sit down when he said:
+Take off your coat, woman.
-Hey, it's really cold outside, Luis.
+Now I'll turn on the heating. At least you can look at that body for a bit longer since I'm taking you home.
I didn't want to argue being so close to my goal, which wasn't anything other than getting home and forgetting about all this until Monday when I'd go back to work.
I took off my coat and sat down with the coat folded over my legs. It was freezing and I could feel my nipples like needles poking into my bra.
+Let's just leave it at that. here behind so you don't bother me; he said taking off my coat from my legs allowing him to enjoy his view with my very short dress.
Before starting the car, he wrote what I thought was a text message. I don't know who it was for because I don't think anyone was waiting for that miserable guy at home. I left the phone in a hole next to the gearshift and we left from there.
During the trip, he wouldn't take his eyes off my legs and my breasts which were going with well-defined nipples. Although sometimes he would look at his phone as if waiting for someone to respond.
I don't know if it was because I wanted to get there, my drunkenness or that I really had to pee but the trip was being too long. Maybe he was prolonging it to enjoy my body more the old pervert or maybe he was also so drunk that he got lost. I entered an industrial polygon and that already seemed suspicious enough.
-This way doesn't lead to my house, are you sure you know how to get here?
+Of course, I do, little girl. It's to avoid controls I don't want them to make me blow; he said taking out another one of those.
-Jesus Christ, Luis, don't smoke that in the car or you'll asphyxiate me; I told him coughing.
+It's my car and I'm in charge here, if you want, get under the window; and I'll open it again letting in the cold air.
He was driving around the streets of the polygon and I realized there were whores. Sure that was where he came to screw some poor girl out of those who would suck him for 30 €.
He kept driving around, exchanging his gaze between my nipples, the whores, and the damn phone. I don't know what bothered me more. I just wanted to get home once and for all. As we passed by a girl with her top down showing her breasts, he said:
+Look at the tits on that one! They're like yours. And she's not cold! hahaha!
-Venue Luis, stop looking at whores and take me home already; I answered already fed up of his voyeuristic game.
+Don't make a mistake, lady. I've already told you that in my car drives I; I reply.
I got the urge to get out of the car and leave on my own, but that wasn't the best place for a woman and less so without battery in my mobile. I waited for him to calm down.
+Come on don't get angry. Let's ask her how much it would cost to suck me off with you; he said, making me incredulous.
-You're an idiot? Or are you too drunk?
+HAHAHA! A little drunk but not that, I thought it would be a good ending for the night; and he laughed again like a pig.
-matured to hell; I answered indignantly.
At that moment his mobile rang. I'd say it was a WhatsApp. And then it rang several times more as if he was getting multiple messages. I looked at it and his face lit up. He turned around again and I feared he would stop where the girl from before was, but he passed her by and stopped the car about 100 meters away from her.
-What are you doing Luis?; I asked, fearing the answer.
+I'm going to make it clear who's in charge here; he said, scaring me a lot.
-What do you mean? You haven't done anything to me.
+Very simple. You've been making me hot all night and now I want to finish it off properly.
-I don't know what you're talking about. You haven't done anything to me.
+How not? You've been walking around with that slut look all night and acting like one, so now I want you to act accordingly.
-I don't know what you want from me Luis, I'm married, I won't do anything with you; I said, scared in case his intention was to rape me like another slut.
+That's why, because you're married, you'll do what I tell you and without complaining.
-You're very drunk. Come on take me home and forget about this like it never happened; I said, trying to avoid something worse.
+It seems you don't understand. You'll do what I say or your husband will find out what you did tonight.
-I was frozen, not just from the cold, this guy wanted to blackmail me. He made it clear.
-HAHAHA!; now it was my turn to laugh.
-What are you going to tell him? What have you been saying? putting my hand in the disco and you wanted to blackmail me? Try it. Rubén will break your face off a fart; I laughed again.
+No, that's not it; I answered calmly.
-Then what?; I asked a little worried about his calmness.
+I'll tell you how you were sucking my boss's dick in the disco bathroom while he was sleeping at home.
I froze. So this pig had been the one in the next bathroom. Son of a slut! But it doesn't matter, react, Rubén won't believe him. And more since Luis and I didn't get along so well at work.
-Who do you think your husband will believe, an old green like you or his wife who has always been faithful to him?; I said, feeling like I had won the situation.
+Me; he answered with complete certainty.
-What are you saying?; I said with a small mouth, scared by his certainty.
+Me, lady. He won't have any doubts when I show this to him; he said, passing me his phone.
-!!!!!!! Pussy!!!!!! I exclaimed. It was a photo of me in the bathroom with Mario. My face was clearly visible, sucking his cock with my tits out of my dress.
+Your foxy one! Ha ha ha!; the pig laughed.
+And there are many more. Go ahead, go ahead and see for yourself, and even a video that captures everything.
I kept passing the photos with my trembling finger. There was everything: me sucking his cock, me licking his balls, me with my face full of his cum, even when I put the tube up my ass. And the worst is that they were all very good quality. You could recognize me without a doubt.
I felt like I had hit rock bottom. If my husband saw this, he would leave me. Everything would be over. Maybe we're not at our best moment but it's only in the sexual topic. I love him with all my soul. Plus there's my little one. I couldn't let him grow up in a broken family. No. And less because his mother is a foxy. I couldn't take it anymore and started crying.
+Don't cry, Evita, if this has a solution; the pig said.
-What do you want, prick?; I yelled; Tell me what kind of pussy you want from me!
+Your pussy. Just like you say. And the rest of your body. Ha ha ha!; He said the very pig, enjoying my situation.
-It's fine; I said, unable to do anything else but give that son of a slut what he wanted if he didn't want to ruin my life forever.
-Do you want a screw? Well, come on. But then delete those photos and forget about me and my family; I said very angry.
-No, no, no. You don't understand girl. I don't want a screw. I want you to be mine. You'll be my sexual slave; I'm freezing.
-What?; I managed to say without being able to understand what he was asking for.
-Well, that's it. I want you to be my slut. Do whatever I tell you.
-...; I couldn't say anything, I didn't know what to say.
-And you'll be my slave, very submissive and obedient or those photos will be your downfall.
-But if you obey me, you'll be safe. Your marriage will continue as it has until now. Do you decide?; the old prick sentenced.
-How long?; my voice trembled.
-I don't know, I suppose until I get tired of you.
-My head was spinning and it wasn't from the alcohol. The fart had suddenly passed me by. But I couldn't even think. Maybe it didn't matter doing it. There were only two options. Be what that old green man told me to be or lose my husband and destroy our lives and my son's life. I had no choice.
-Okay; I answered briefly.
-Okay, what?; he asked to make more blood.
-I'll do whatever you want; I answered.
-Do you mean you'll be my slave? My slut?; he continued to stab me with his words.
-Yes; I said with my head bowed down.
-Peace!; he ordered.
-What?
-You're going to say what you're going to be foxy and not keep repeating everything or I'll punish you; he told me angry.
-I'll be your slave, your slut; I answered crying.
-Hahahaha! But don't cry. Wipe away those tears and suck your breasts. I want you to tell me with them in your hands, offering them to me.
-The son of a slut was clear that he wasn't going to use me just for screwing. He wanted to humiliate me. But I couldn't do anything. Apart from obeying.
-I took off my dress under my breasts and removed the ... Bra. I already had it where I wanted, I would try not to prolong this any further.
Grabbed my breasts with my hands and lifting them a bit said:
-I'm going to be your slave, you slut!
+Ah, that's better; he said while starting to fondle my breasts without any care.
He started licking them and sucking my nipples which were already hard from the cold, while I was holding them offered with my hands. Despite how disgusting the old man was, I got a little warm with his work. He stopped sucking suddenly.
+It's coming out!; he said half-surprised as he squeezed my right breast making cum shoot out of my nipples.
- Normal; I answered; I haven't nursed since last night, they're full.
+We have a milk cow here; and continued playing with them while putting my dress filled with my cum on.
+Bueno, before going on, give me your phone; he ordered.
-Why?; I asked him.
+What did I say? Obey and don't make me repeat myself; he said raising his voice.
I took out my phone from my purse and gave it to him.
-It's dead; I told him with hope that this would make him forget what he wanted to do with it.
+No problem, I have a charger.
Son of a slut! It seems everything goes well for the prick. I take out a charger and plug it into the car and then my phone.
+Turn it on; he said while approaching me without letting go of it.
I pressed the button and when the screen turned on I took it away from him. While waiting for the phone to turn on, I went to lift up my dress but suddenly he slapped me in the face. It didn't hurt too much but I was startled.
+What are you doing? Did I tell you to do that?; he said without looking very angry at me.
-Excuse me, excuse me; I told him more like begging.
+Eso is better. Tell me the PIN.
-3003
+Good, now the unlock code; he said while turning back to me and holding out my phone for me to draw it. I did.
+Good. While it's finishing charging, I'll explain; he said in a teacher-like voice.
+My phone It's very basic and doesn't make good photos or videos, so I need to make you a video.
My face turned white again.
+Don't be scared, it's just to avoid problems; he said without me understanding what he meant.
+I want you to say what you told me before, but a bit more polished if possible.
+Think of a little speech where you leave clear that you want to be my slut and that you do it because you want to, because you're a foxy. Say your full name and where you work and do it with your tits in hand like before.
+And as a final touch, it would be good if when you finish, you squeeze your melons so that some cum shots come out. This way it will be seen that apart from being a slut, you're also a milk cow; I'm ending by laughing hysterically.
What do I do? It was the only thing that sounded in my head. I couldn't think clearly. I tried to concentrate. If I made that video, I would have another proof against me but in reality it didn't need it. With all I already had, it was enough. Besides Mario's thing if it was infidelity and it was my fault. This was just blackmail. I could only obey.
+How do you set the camera?
-Here; and indicate the icon to the idiot.
+Bueno ¿estás lista?; I wonder
-No idea what to say; I confessed.
+I already told you, just be convincing and try to humiliate yourself well or you'll make me angry and I'll do it myself.
-Okay; I said scared and nervous.
+Well, prepare, ready, Action!; the idiot said.
-I grabbed my breasts again and started:
My name is Eva María ***** **** and I work at the supermarket *****. I'm a sex addict and that's why I've decided to be Luis' slave and slut.
-I squeezed my tits and two cum shots came out towards Luis.
+I don't like it. Be more promiscuous and humiliate yourself more. And don't say my name, just call me your slave and slut; he indicated.
-Okay; I answered with disdain.
+Action!
My name is Eva María ***** **** and I work at the supermarket *****. I'm a pig that needs to be salami-ed and humiliated every day. That's why I've I begged him to accept me as his slave and personal slut. I squeezed my breasts hard again, and two more jets shot out against Luis this time. I pinched my nipples and kept my breasts raised by pulling on them. I didn't want to have to do it again and thought that everything I could do would be better. Very well, Evita; he said with a big smile. Keep it up and smile for the camera; I obeyed. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue well; another flash, another photo. Very well, I've enjoyed it. It seems you're learning quickly; he said. Thanks; I replied without knowing what else to say to him. It's time to start working, don't you think? At first, I didn't understand but when I saw him unbuttoning his pants and taking them off along with his boxers, I understood perfectly. Get closer to my face to his small cock and he said. Put yourself better on your knees in your seat with your ass towards the window so it will look better; another flash, another photo. I obeyed and started licking him slowly with my hands on his seat, waiting for him to get hard at last. Umm, what a tongue you have; he said the pig. I was trying not to think it was his and think it was my husband's. Difficult. Because I knew how it smelled. The cock took on a more normal size without being big but rather fat and I started sucking it with all my mouth. The fantasy that it was my husband's was passing, thinking it was Mario's. Why was my mind doing this to me? The case is that I got hotter and sucked him with more enthusiasm. Like when he ate Mario tonight. What a good job you're doing. It shows you have experience. The little boy of the manager will have enjoyed it very much; he said to humiliate me a bit more. Do you like the yogurts better, like Mario or the ripe ones, like me? I didn't answer because I couldn't with his cock in my mouth. While I was dedicating myself to savoring that disgusting cock, he was walking around with my phone. I suppose Sending the video and photos. After a few minutes, I was sucking it with real enthusiasm, even though I didn't understand it, but I got turned on, but he made me stop.
+Stop, stop, or I'll run away and there's still more to do; he said, moving my head from his package.
+Give me the time to inspect that cock and that bum you have.
Spin around on my knees in the seat and put me with my face on the window and my ass towards him. He started rubbing my ass. Then, he passed his hand over my pussy.
+You're a foxy one, getting wet. It's clear you're promiscuous.
I ran my finger along the crack of my ass, pressing in my anus and putting it in a bit. I let out a fart that almost made me hit the window.
+Don't be tight-lipped; I've seen how you put the paper tube in the bathroom! He laughed.
With his other hand, he put two fingers in my pussy and started moving them. I was getting excited but at the same time I was peeing a lot.
+I think it's ready to put my cock in; Luis decided.
-Please, Luis, I've been peeing since we left the discotheque. Let's go to a gas station and then do whatever you want; I asked, trying to sound submissive.
+What, a gas station? The whores don't mean it on the street but in the bathroom; he said.
I looked at him with a sheepish face, trying not to make him make me pee there. Although we were at night in an industrial area, cars kept passing by continuously, including those of prostitutes. There were also several whores nearby who could see me, including one who had been wanting Luis to eat her cock next to me.
+Don't look at me like that. If you want to pee on the street like the other whores.
-Very well; I said resignedly. I couldn't take it anymore.
+Stand in front of the car five steps away and with your legs wide open so I don't miss a detail; he emphasized, emphasizing my humiliation.
Resigned to the humiliation I had to endure, I went to get some tissues from my purse but Luis stopped me.
+What are you doing?
-Cleaning up with some Clinitex.
+Do you really think whores clean themselves with Clinitex? He asked. -No; I told him with my head down.
+They do it with their tongue, but as you don't think you'll lick the pot and you'll lick your hand and wipe yourself with it.
I couldn't believe what he was asking me to do.
+Come on; he urged; and clean up well so I don't want you to mess up my car with your pee.
Humiliated, I opened the car door and Luis added:
+And don't think about covering your tits; I don't know why, but I already thought it was going to happen.
I got out of the car noticing the typical December cold. My nipples became stiff and hard. And my chicken meat. I took the 5 steps he had ordered me to take and turned around. I pulled up my skirt to my waist and got down on all fours. At that moment, Luis turned on the car lights. By how much it blinded me, they must have been long.
Now everyone would see me. I couldn't do anything but pee as fast as possible. And I started. Finally! What a pleasure! How long I had been holding it in. I was almost a minute, pouring out a good stream for Luis's pig and the people passing by. At least 6 cars, since I was blinded by the lights. But two of them honked twice as they passed by me, and one with some young guys sticking their head out the window: Guaaaarrra!
I finished peeing and the worst part was left. Cleaning up. I gathered my courage and didn't feel disgusted licking my hand and wiping it over my pussy. I went back to licking it this time savoring my own pee and wiped my pussy with it again. I repeated the same operation three more times. I didn't want to leave his car and get him angry again. When I thought I was clean, I got up without lowering my skirt, trying to please that pig, and went back to the car.
When I arrived, Luis had my phone in his hand. I left it next to his and he said:
+How promiscuous are you? How's the experience?
-Go to hell!; I couldn't hold back my anger anymore and let it out like that.
He slapped me hard across the face. This time harder than before.
+Remember, I'm your owner, slut. I thought I'd screw you and leave you at home but now I have to punish you. My face changed. Because I hadn't closed my mouth. We were almost done. A blow job with that old shit and I would have gone home. What pussy would make me punish myself?
-Forgive me, I'm sorry Luis, I won't do it again; I'll beg.
+Now it's too late. I hope you behave from now on or it will be worse; he said while starting the car.
-Where are we going?; I asked with fear.
+We're going to see your friend the Romanian girl behind us. So that she can eat me out together.
Oh God! I thought he had forgotten. I didn't think I'd put my tongue with a street slut's. To know how many cocks she would have taken tonight.
-Please, please, don't do this to me. I'll do whatever you want, I'll suck your cock as many times as you want. Let me give you a blow job. But don't do that.
+Shut up! And it's better for you if you're obedient and don't make a scene in front of her or you'll end up eating her pussy.
I was terrified by the idea so I shut up. He turned the car around and headed towards the girl. We passed another one, a big black woman who wasn't very pretty. Almost thanked him for choosing the other one.
+Don't talk unless I say so and as far as she's concerned you're my girlfriend, very promiscuous and very complacent; he said arriving at the girl.
When he stopped the car next to her, she came up to Luis' window.
-Hello handsome. What, taking a spin with your daughter?; said the slut with an Eastern European accent.
+Ha ha!; laughed Luis falsely, it's not my daughter, it's my girlfriend and she's very promiscuous; he said for my humiliation.
The girl in question was actually very pretty. She would be around my age or so. Black hair like coal and fair skin. I couldn't make out her eyes well due to the darkness of the night but her body was also very nice. She wore tight jeans that accentuated a round butt and nice legs. Her breasts, which I had seen before, were now half-covered under a t-shirt with a big
An escote that left almost everything of her bra visible. A short jacket open to the neckline and high-heeled boots with a stiletto were the rest of her work uniform.
- Like this? I'm also very wild, she said.
+ Ah, great! I love wild ones. What do you think if we make each other give head at the same time? Luis said without beating around the bush.
- With her? No. I'm promiscuous but not that much; he said to my surprise and relief.
+ Why? Luis asked surprised; surely you've done it more times with other girls.
- Yes, with other girls. But she's very coarse. I've seen her pee and lick her hand with her urine. I don't think about sucking what she sucks; we resolved our doubts.
I didn't know where to put myself. It was a relief for me not to have to suck Luis next to her. But one street slut refusing to do it because I'm closer than her... it was clear that I'd hit rock bottom.
+ Ha ha! Luis laughed at being humiliated by a slut and didn't seem to care about staying without his trio.
- If you want, I'll give you good head. But don't let her get close with her coarse mouth; she said.
+ Ummm. Okay, I like how you are and you're very good. How much for a good blow job?
- 25€ just the two of us. If you want her to watch, it's 30, emphasized the Romanian.
+ Well, 25€, I'm not going to pay more for this coarse one; Luis answered, leaving me in an awkward situation.
I didn't have the desire to see them suck each other off but where was I supposed to go while they were doing it?
+ So get up back there and we'll be more stuffed; he told the girl.
+ And you foxy: Get out of the car! Wait at your spot so they don't take it from you.
Ha ha ha ha! The two of them laughed at me.
I, scared to be in the street in a place like that, asked her for the first time speaking in front of her:
- What if I get confused with a prostitute? What do I do?
+ You'll surely get confused with... That ropa; she said from inside the car; don't worry, you say it's 60€ fuck. Nobody is going to pay that much for a fuck with you here.
+ HAHAHAHA!; they both laughed again, and Luis had found a good partner in games for me to humiliate him.
-Can I get my coat?
+Leave the coat here, I don't want it to stain my car. But take your purse, it matches your slut dress. HAHAHA!;
I took the purse and looked at my mobile but didn't dare to pick it up. I knew he wouldn't let me have it so I wouldn't try. I got out of the car and closed the door.
I approached the fire pit where the slut was warming herself up and thanked her, as it was very cold. It would be 5 am and I only had my thin and minimalist dress and high heels left.
Now that I looked like a street slut by the fire with this outfit and purse, I was scared. Although the car was 10 meters away, what security did I have that Luis would defend me if I needed it?
Inside the car, you couldn't see anything. I suppose Luis was enjoying his blow job while I froze to death like a street slut.
Several cars passed by, slowing down to look at me. I turned around so they wouldn't see me. Another one stopped and called out:
+ How much for a screw?; said a man I didn't look at.
He repeated the phrase again, and since I didn't turn around, he left. Good thing.
I had been watching cars pass by for 10 minutes when another one stopped and called out. I tried to use the same tactic of ignoring him, but this time he honked twice. I had no other option than to approach him discreetly.
As I got closer, I realized it was two young guys in a new BMW. This wasn't good for me, because if they got excited about me, they would surely have enough money to screw me. I went to the passenger window that was closest to the sidewalk and said:
-Hi boys!
+Hi beautiful!; the copilot replied.
+ Don't you get cold with that Dress? said the driver.
+Of course it has, don't you see how it has nipples?; the co-pilot told his friend.
-Just a little; I said, joking around.
Okay. I was already dressed like a street slut so what else did I care about acting a bit? If I told them I wasn't one they wouldn't believe me and things would only get worse thinking they didn't want to fuck with us.
+Well, we'll warm you up, girl; the driver said.
-umm yes? And what do two handsome and young guys pay for sex when you can pick anyone you want?; I told them, teasing a bit.
+A prostitute is cheaper in the long run; the driver said.
+And besides, you can make her do anything! haha!; the co-pilot laughed.
-And what do you have planned, jerks?; I kept teasing.
+It depends on the slut in question; the co-pilot said, looking like the most sophisticated one.
-And what does it depend on?; I said, like a song.
+For example, on the body of the slut. You, for example, have good tits to make me a Cuban; the same one answered.
+But I want to fuck an ass tonight. Let's see if you're up for it and then we'll see what you've got; the driver asked.
Giving him a smile, I turned around and left my ass at their mercy. So at their mercy that the co-pilot started touching my ass. First above the dress but then he lifted it and they could see that there was nothing underneath. I turned around and told them:
-Well, is that enough of an advance? Don't you think?
I was starting to get worried. My idea was to tease like a slut but then tell them I had my period and could only suck. And then tell them an exorbitant price for a blow job. But those two never said anything about using my pussy. Only my tits and ass...
+ummm. You're showing off your cock. What a golfer; the co-pilot said.
-Yes, that's what I do; I told them, not too far from reality actually.
+Well, and do you do it for the ass?; the driver asked, obsessed with sodomizing me.
-I'm sorry, nene; I tried to sound affectionate; my ass is only for my sexy.
+Buaa, but he won't leave, I'll respond.
-Oh no, look at her inspecting a companion in that car; I told him pointing to Luis's car.
+Is that your sexy? Well, what a piece of crap car; the conductor responded.
+It's the one he uses to be here. So the police won't bother him; react quickly.
+Well, a little mamada and a Cuban with those big tits if you mark yourself, don't you? The copilot said.
I didn't know what excuse to put up for that... but I wasn't thinking of sucking them off either. I had to think fast.
-The truth is guys, as soon as I'm done with my sexy, we'll leave and I don't want to make him wait. Today I've already taken enough and I don't want him to get angry; it was the best I could come up with.
+Buaa, a slut who doesn't want money; the conductor said.
+We'll give you 80€ for a blow job each; the other one said.
-I'm sorry guys, really; I'd love to suck your delicious cocks but I can't; and besides, I wasn't lying too much with the heat I was carrying.
+At least in exchange for letting us leave with our pants down, let us touch you a little bit, won't you? The conductor said.
Not knowing how to escape anymore, I had no choice but to accept.
-Okay guys. But one minute each and that's it, I don't want any trouble with him.
+Come on, I'll go first; the one who was closer said.
And he started rubbing my tits until I got a nipple out of my tight dress. I didn't say anything and let him keep caressing my nipple. With the other hand, he grabbed my ass, pulling me towards the car. I felt the cold metal on my thighs. Holding myself like that, he kept rubbing my tits and rubbing my ass. Then I abandoned my tits, leaving one in the air and moving my hand down to my pussy under his hand. He put it in without shame, saying:
+It's fine, depilated! Like a little girl.
A few more caresses and he went to stick his finger in my slit but stopped at my feet.
-Change!
If I didn't stop him, with how horny I was, I would have lost the control.
I turned around to the car in front of me so they could see me well and I could show myself off a bit more. I don't know what was going on but I was really horny.
I leaned against the window, leaving my cleavage visible to the driver. He didn't take long to lower my dress and let my tits hang out. Ufff, I was getting so turned on! He started playing with my tits at his own pace while I let him do it. When he got tired, he said: That bum is great.
I turned around, bent over, leaving my ass in the air for him to enjoy. He kept caressing me for a bit until he went down on me for a few seconds and then came back up with his finger tracing my smooth pussy all the way to my anus. I pressed my rear entrance to let him in and that's when I ended the free fondling session.
Okay, guys, it's over; I said, turning around and putting my dress back on.
Damn, you left us with a hard cock, said the guy who had just been touching me.
You'll find another girl who'll make you come all the way; I said.
And what about one as good as you? asked the driver.
At that moment, a lightbulb went off in my head.
If you turn around and come back in an hour, there's a very pretty dark-haired girl who likes it rough from behind. And she's cheaper than me, I said, intending to give that foxy a little of the bad time she had made me have.
Well, we'll take your advice. Today we need to blow off some steam and if it's not yours, it'll be your friend's; said the copilot.
I smiled and winked at them, blowing each of them a kiss before turning around and walking sensually back to my seat. As soon as I was out of sight, they took off in their car. They were a couple of cool kids, but they had really turned me on. I never imagined that making myself look like a slut would get me so excited.
To avoid taking any more risks, I decided, after warming up by the Romanian's fire, to take my leave and...
A bit off the road and that way it would be harder for another 'client' to complain about me.
I used this time of waiting to go pee again. Thanks God I had my purse and this time I could wipe myself with paper.
I was finishing up when I saw Luis getting out of the car. He walked a few steps away and made a gesture with his hand for me to come over. I obeyed.
I was walking towards him when I saw him take off his cock. When I got there, he told me:
+kneel down at my feet.
And so I did.
I thought he would ask me to suck it again but no. Instead, he started peeing on the sidewalk. Some drops were splashing and hitting my legs. I didn't move, overcoming my disgust. When he finished, he told me:
+Clean it up.
It was absurd to think he wanted me to pull out a Kleenex and wipe it clean. So I did what we both knew that meant. I put it in my mouth and cleaned it with saliva.
+Very well slutty. You're learning fast; he said, petting my head like an animal.
+Come on, get down on all fours. Cristina has a gift for you; that's what the slut should be called, he said.
I followed them to the back door of their car. There was the Romanian woman, naked and wiping her pussy with my coat. She smiled when she saw me.
-See what your boyfriend left for you; she said, getting down on all fours next to him, exposing her ass to me.
I looked at Luis with a confused face.
+Open it up, darling. You'll see; he said.
I got a little closer and did as I was told. When I opened his butt cheeks, I saw the tip of a condom stuck in his anus.
+Eso es para ti love. Sacáselo con la boca.
Another humiliation with the help of that foxy. Waited for a moment but like the rest of the night, I couldn't do anything but obey.
I brought my face to her ass while keeping her buttocks apart with my hands. And with much disgust, I grabbed what was sticking out of the condom, trying not to touch it with my lips on her butt.
Holding him with my teeth, I pulled him out. But the foxy was squeezing her ass so that it would be harder for me. After being stuck in her hole with my mouth and nose for a good while, I managed to pull out a few centimeters.
It was clear that this wouldn't work. I tried grabbing it again from closer to her butt. To make more force and avoid what I had pulled out from going back inside her.
I had to repeat the operation twice more. Until more than half came out. At that point, with one more pull, the condom came out hanging from my mouth.
Cristina turned around and said:
-You like our gift.
I looked at her with a face of hatred.
+Don't be ungrateful. Thank the lady; I order you, Luis.
-Gasias; I said as I could with the condom in my mouth.
+No problem, beautiful; she answered, taking the condom just below my lips.
The very foxy started playing with it on my face, hitting me with it on my cheeks, nose, and eyes... I was enjoying it.
-Open your mouth; she told me.
I didn't know if I should obey her but I supposed so. I opened my mouth and she put the condom inside, leaving only the open part outside.
-Close your lips so nothing comes out; she said again.
I did so. Pouting like in selfies of chonis. I felt a lot of disgust. The typical latex taste joined with the ass taste of that foxy. I had to hold back my urge to vomit just thinking about it.
+You're beautiful, Evita; Luis told me.
+Now help Cristina get dressed, she's been very good tonight; He ordered himself.
The Romanian laughed at me again and, searching for her thong, threw it in my face.
-Put it on; she said while lying down in the seat, lifting her legs towards me.
-I put the thong between her long legs and went up. I lifted my butt to help me put the thong in its place. Then I did the same with her pants. I threw my bra at her face again and sat on the edge of the seat, trying not to touch her tits. To fasten it, I had to pass almost embracing her, leaving our faces almost touching. I took advantage of that to give her a kiss on the cheek, laughing at me again. She put on her shirt herself, telling me:
-Put my boots on.
-And kneeling as I was in front of that street slut, I laced them up. Not without effort those high-heeled shoes with vertigo. When she finished, she stood up and said:
-Kiss them.
-Accustomed as I was to humiliations that night. I bent my head down to her boots and carefully so that the condom wouldn't come off, kissed one first and then the other.
-¡jiji! ¡What a delight!, said the very foxy one.
+It's time for us to leave now.
-Luis bid farewell to the prostitute while I remained kneeling in front of them until he said:
+Get into the car and let your husband take you home.
-Finally, my torment ended. I got up without looking at them and sat down in the passenger seat. Luis got in, started the car, and we left there finally.
-We were leaving the polygon when Luis thought of one last humiliation for me:
+Put the whole treat in your mouth and mature it by chewing it like gum. Get all the flavor!; laughed the very son of a slut.
-During the trip, I remained silent. Nothing to say. Anything could have made that drag on and I only wanted to get home and forget all this. When we were arriving, Luis told me:
+ Did you have a good time?
-matured to hell; I answered as best I could with the condom still in my mouth.
+Etcetera; he scolded me.
We finally arrived at my house. I stopped the car on double file in front of my gate. I was already savoring my freedom.
+Take it; he said, handing me back my phone.
+Your bra is staying with me as a memento of such a special night. The gum you can keep. Don't you thank me?
-Thanks, Luis; I said, not wanting to upset him so close to my destination
+See you on Monday, Evita. I'd give you a kiss but right now your mouth makes me sick; the old cynic said.
+Dream of angelitos.
I grabbed my purse and coat and got out of the car. Quickly put on my coat. It was 7 am and some neighbor might see me with those paint jobs. I only hoped Rubén was asleep so he wouldn't see me appear with those paint jobs and smelling like a cheap slut.
I walked almost running to my gate and heard the old prick leaving. I was free. At least until Monday. I spat out the condom and ran quickly into the portal.
I hope this chapter hasn't disappointed those who liked the first one. If it has good acceptance, I'll continue with the story of how Eva's life changes at work after this night.
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