When the guy heard my daughter arrive at the apartment he made a sign for me not to make noise and I saw him leave my room, leaving me tied to the bed and closing the door behind him. My heart was racing in my chest and my mind conjured up horrible images of how he could be attacking or abusing my daughter without me being able to do anything. Already feeling tired and weak after that monster had taken me twice before. And already I had been pulled and dragged so much on the restraints that I was starting to hurt my wrists and ankles, to make matters worse I hadn't managed to loosen the restraints, let alone get free. I made an effort to calm down. I closed my eyes and tried to listen to what might be happening.
I thought I would hear my daughter scream from surprise at finding that guy in the house, or hear her struggling, or the guy yelling at her, some noise of a fight... but nothing was coming through, which seemed strange. Either he had taken her out of the apartment, or the guy was hiding and Alicia hadn't seen him yet, or somehow my daughter was handling the situation as well as possible and there hadn't been a struggle. Doubt and anxiety were eating away at me while I continued to make an effort to calm down and try to listen.
After a couple of minutes that seemed like hours, I saw the door to my bedroom open and they both came in. The guy was holding Alicia firmly from behind and with his other hand he was covering her mouth firmly to shut her up. I had a small relief at seeing that apparently my daughter was okay and he hadn't cut, beaten or hurt her. Both of them looked at me, Alicia quite surprised to see me like this in my state, naked and tied to the bed. The guy spoke to him with his face half behind Alicia's head.
You behave yourself or you'll end up like your old lady. 'Are you agreeable, girl?', he said.
Alicia looked at me for a couple of seconds and She nodded strongly.
I've already given your old lady's slut a good couple of slaps from the back, but I can do you a favor too, did you hear me? So calm down and don't make any noise..., he told her. Alicia also nodded. The guy looked at me and talked to me, Tell the girl not to freak out, stay calm and nothing will happen....
I couldn't speak, my mouth was still full of the half-rolled cigarette she had put in it. Trying to give the best meaning I could to my expression, I looked at Alicia's eyes for a moment, trying to beg her with my eyes to do nothing and stay calm. My daughter looked at me and seemed to understand, nodding softly. Luckily, inside everything was seen without any injury, a little scared naturally by all the situation, but quite calm and handling things well, not resisting.
The guy kept looking at me, but talked to Alicia, Do you know the combination of your mom's cash machine?, he asked. Alicia looked at me as if seeking approval and I nodded. What bothered me least now was that they would take my money out. The cash machine has a withdrawal limit, what could happen to us in that moment was the least of it. I worried about Alicia being okay. I nodded and she later also nodded after thinking for a few seconds.
Well, 'tonce we're going to do this', he said, girl you come with me to the cash machine and take out all the money... your old lady stays here calm. If you don't make a scene, if you listen and don't cause trouble... later I'll come back here, set her free and that's it... understood?. Alicia nodded and the guy continued, And if you make me angry... if you start screaming in the bank, call the police or make a fuss..., he looked at me, Mom, take your daughter away from me and I swear you'll never see her again....
I wanted to shout something but the half-rolled cigarette in my mouth choked everything. The guy laughed, See... your mom understands, huh?, he told Alicia, You're coming with me to.... I lived with them, I was a vagabond... do you know how many cocks you're going to try, girl? You're going to have fun..., he said and grabbed one of Alicia's breasts over her school uniform with his hand. She shook her head strongly, trying to tell him she wasn't going to do anything. Okay, come on. Marching, come on... stay here, eh? Don't go anywhere..., he looked at me and laughed.
We stared at each other for a few seconds in silence, I again trying to beg with my eyes that she not do anything, trying to communicate without words that she do everything the guy told her to do, that if she wanted the money she should take it, that she shouldn't resist... seemed to understand me. Or at least that's what I wanted to believe.
I heard them open the apartment door and leave. Suddenly I was left alone, naked and tied on my own bed, with a sock filling my mouth that was already quite dry. And trying in vain to calm down my head, making it impossible to push away all the images that kept coming to my mind of Alicia in this guy's hands and who knows who else's. I was begging inside for Alicia not to resist, to do everything he told her to do and come back quickly, safe and sound. That all this would end once and for all. What had happened to me, I thought, already passed and gone. No matter how unpleasant it was, as long as Alicia was okay... I could handle that and more.
My mind started spinning in the silence and solitude of the apartment and I found myself thinking and revisiting what had happened to me without wanting to, with a certain disgust and anxiety as the images and sensations of everything this guy had done to me invaded my head. It was only then that I realized, much later when I told my therapist, that until a certain point it had even been enjoyable. This was something I never said out loud. Things to enjoy. But being honest with myself, a part of me, a larger part than I thought or was ready to admit, had physically enjoyed being taken by that villain.
In the silence of my apartment and unable to do anything else but wait and try not to think about how Alicia was doing, I confessed to myself. There was a part of me that enjoyed it, a part I didn't know existed until this situation occurred. Yes, being honest with myself, I had enjoyed when he fingered me in the shower. Yes, I also enjoyed sucking his cock under the shower. It wasn't time for self-deception, I had enjoyed it. And of course, I also enjoyed when before tying me up, he came on top of me, penetrated and took me. Who was I deceiving? I had finished with him. As much as it didn't seem evident, as much as I hadn't screamed my strong orgasm, I had it and knew I had it. Strong, sweet, and only for me. Only for inside. I had finished with him when I felt myself being filled by his hard cock to the bottom of me, and the sensation of his warm cum in my interior. The second anal violation he made me, I didn't enjoy it, it really hurt and I didn't do well, but I knew that if it had been just a little different... if the guy hadn't been so rough, so brutal, I was sure I would have enjoyed it too.
I stayed with my eyes open looking at the ceiling. Thinking. What did all this say about me? What kind of woman was I, who had enjoyed what happened, in the way it happened? My body missed the touch and sensation of a man who, only for his own sake, had decided to ignore everything and dedicate himself to enjoying being abused and violated like that? There was something wrong with me, in my head? Never before had I had fantasies about being raped and, thank God, never before in my life had I been in such a situation. Now I realized that part of me existed? And it had always been inside me?
Thinking about all that in silence, time passed until I heard the keys at the department door and the noise of the door opening and closing. I turned my head to see the clock and an hour and a half had already passed since the guy took Alicia away. I sighed with relief. Alicia had returned, she wanted to say that she made the guy tell her, she had taken something from our account and the guy kept his word and let her come back. I couldn't explain the relief I felt as a mother in that moment.
However, my heart skipped a beat when I saw enter my room, not Alicia, but two guys I didn't know, also dirty and looking like vagrants or garbage collectors. By instinct, I started shaking and trying to get free from the restraints without success, trying to scream with little volume thanks to the gag in my mouth. The two looked at me naked, seeing how I was shaking and twisting on the bed, and they stood there for a long time, doing nothing, until I got tired of my own attempts to free myself and relaxed, trying to catch my breath through my nose. The one closer came over and sat down beside me on the bed, while the other kept looking at me standing at the foot of the bed.
The one who sat down looked at me for a moment and put his hand on my shoulder. He didn't squeeze or push me against the bed. It was a soft hand, like to calm me? At least I interpreted it that way. We looked at each other while I calmed down and finally he said, with a smooth but decided tone. He spoke well, didn't seem one of these rough vagrants and didn't speak in that tone.
I want us to talk, he said, But I need to know that if I take the gag out of your mouth you won't start screaming. And also I'd like to untie you so we can talk better, but I need to know you won't get aggressive. He looked at me, Stay calm, we're not going to do anything to you, I promise.
I looked at him, trying to study it a bit. It sounded honest to me. In my state, tied and naked, I was at the mercy of anyone. They could have started doing anything to me, but they didn't and this guy was talking nicely to me. I thought about it for a moment and nodded with my head.
He nodded too, Good. I trust you. If you don't keep your word... think we're two, okay? Think you'll do something if it's worth it.
He pulled out the glass from my mouth and I started breathing heavily through my mouth and coughing dryly. My jaw was locked in place from having it extended for so long. Carlos, bring me a little water, please..., I heard the guy say while I was coughing. The other one disappeared and came back with a glass of water. The guy who had been talking to me brought it carefully to my mouth and let me take a drink. I felt like I had been lost in the desert for weeks and these were the first sips of water I had managed to get. It was such a comforting feeling that it changed my mood right away and calmed me down quite a bit. It's incredible what a little water can do when you're thirsty. I drank the whole glass while the two of them started untying my wrists and ankles, which cost them a lot. The guy who had tied and raped me wasn't there but he had tied me too well and strongly. Finally they managed to untie me and I sat down on the bed, trying to cover my nudity with the sheet while rubbing my skin where they had tied me and looking at these two strangers in my room, now I was getting quite scared of the situation.
Are you better?, one of them asked.
I nodded, Where is my daughter?
My daughter is fine, she's in the kitchen with another dude who's taking care of her. No one did anything to her, stay calm., he said seriously, But I want to keep her here until we can talk.
Don't ask me why, I wouldn't know how to tell you, but I believed what he said. I had no doubt that this was the case, I need to use the bathroom, I said.
Yes, of course, he said, Carlos will accompany you. You're not going alone.
The guy got up from the bed, helped me get up covered with the sheet and the other one who was saying Carlos accompanied me to the bathroom. On the way, I could hear Alicia's voice from the kitchen, exchanging a few words with someone else. I don't know if she was giving something to eat to some of these guys or what, but hearing my daughter's voice gave me enormous relief. Carlos went into the bathroom with me and stayed there while I sat down and started to pee with much relief too. Honestly, it didn't bother me that the guy was there with me. We had already been seen naked and they probably knew I'd been raped by his friend. We had already passed the point of feeling ashamed. What I noticed was that Carlos wasn't taking his eyes off me at any moment and really looked at me with a lot of hunger in his eyes.
Then we went back to my room and I sat down on the bed. The one who had been talking was still sitting there too, on the bed.
Are you feeling better? he asked again. I nodded and he continued, I'm Martín. The one who... well, that's what happened to him... we call him Chapita.
What's going on and why do they want something? I asked. I didn't understand anything about the situation. When I saw those two enter my room, I thought they were going to rape me again, but apparently something completely different was happening that I didn't understand.
Look, we're from the street, you know? We don't want to tell you where we stopped because we don't want problems, but we stopped here nearby. In the neighborhood, he said, We're with Chapita and some others, but we're different. Don't ask me to forgive what he did because that can't be forgiven... but understand that Chapita has a burned head. He's always high and hooked on drugs. We're not like that.
That's fine, I said, But what do they want? What are they doing here?
That's what I wanted to explain, he started, We were there where we stopped and suddenly Chapita shows up with your daughter. He told us everything that happened, everything... what you did. He said he had taken the little girl from here to the bank, made her take money out of your account, all that... but instead of leaving and coming back here, he took her there where we stopped so that... well, so that we could all violate her.
My heart sank in my chest and after a moment I gathered my strength to ask. Par... then...
No, stay calm, Martin said to me. We're not like that. Carlos and I stop the other vagrants. They don't do those things.
Look how they didn't lack for anything else, eh, Carlos added, who was standing at the foot of the bed but also sat down when he said that.
Yes, it's true that we almost came to blows but well, nobody did anything to her. After you ask your daughter and you'll see what it's like. With the boys and girls, no one messes around, Martin said.
I sighed in relief, Well... thanks... I don't know how to thank them for what they did. They saved my daughter's life.
Of course, forget about it. All good, Carlos said.
But why do they want? Why are they here? And why didn't... I mean, already? Are they going to leave? I asked a little fearfully, I want to see my daughter. Everything is fine, but I want them to leave and I want to stay with my daughter... please.
We came for a couple of things, Martin said, ... first this, I saw him put his hand in his pocket and take out a small bundle of bills, which he extended to me. This is what Chapita took from your account, from the ATM. I wanted to return it to you. I don't know if everything is there but it's what forced him to give it to me.
I took the bills and looked at them. I didn't have a way of knowing if it was all the money he had taken out of our account because I didn't even know how much he had taken out. But it didn't matter. I looked at Martin, surprised by his gesture. He noticed my confusion and said, What you did is wrong and this too. So take what's yours.
I nodded and thanked him, Thank you very much... it's a nice gesture. Thank you. Thank you both. uh, sorry, what's your name? Samantha Well look at Samantha, everything is fine, but since we're grown-ups let's talk like grown-ups if you don't mind. Okey, si, dale..., I said. We had this kindness with you, and also taking care of your daughter... everything is okay, right? That's what has to be done. But we'd like it if you would have a good gesture towards us too. I was already seeing it coming but tried to push it out of my head, A gesture like what? What do they want? First, don't file any complaints. About what happened, see, Martin told me looking at me, What Chapita did is crap but we have nothing to do with it. Nothing more than stopping in the same place and I don't want us to have problems with the cops over something we didn't know he was going to do. No, stop, how am I not going to report that guy for raping me?, I asked a bit angry. Martin sighed a little, Think about it, Samantha. Post that we had nothing to do with it. Not only that but we protected your daughter and brought you the money back. What Chapita did can't be fixed, it's already done, but we did what we could after, right? Can I ask you for a favor? Thinking about it well, after some time passed, I realized I should have reacted differently, I should have understood what Martin was trying to tell me and agreed. But unfortunately at that moment, in my state which wasn't the best, I didn't do it and half got angry. No, look Martin, I'm not going to keep quiet about a rape, a robbery, and a kidnapping in my own house, I said with a slightly exasperated tone, I'm going to report that son of a slut. Martin got serious and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows, You'd be making a mess. You'd be screwing over people who not only have nothing to do with it but are also helping you. I'm the victim here..., I tried to protest angrily but he interrupted me. Well look Samantha, Martin answered me also a bit angry, I thought you were going to be a little more reasonable but... Obviously not. So let's do something. I didn't want to get to this point but let's make an arrangement. What arrangement? What are you talking about? As it stands now, he said looking at me seriously, the guy from Chapita knows where you live. And he's already told the others that they're just as crazy as him. And he's already told them all what he did to you, so everyone knows they can do it to you too if they want to. And believe me, several of them want... wanted to do it to your daughter. So you're not in a very secure position. I didn't say anything, trying to digest what he was saying, and he continued And speaking of your daughter, Chapita already knows her, he knows where she lives, where she goes to school, everything... And if he knows, the others know too. So if you don't want to expose her, we have to make an arrangement. Make what arrangement?, I asked. You have two options. We can talk like grown-ups? Let's talk like grown-ups then and stop messing around, he said seriously, You can file a complaint and ruin our lives because we don't have anything to do with it. In that case I won't lift a finger to prevent anything from happening to you. The bums don't say anything, they'll do what they want. You screwed me, I'll screw you, Samantha. Basically. I thought about what he was saying and he continued And one day Chapita will catch up with you again, but worse because you messed it up with the complaint and now you're going to have him right between your eyes. Or some of the others will blow their tops. Here in your house or somewhere else. It's all the same. And if you thought Chapita raped you then hold on because here you'll really know what it is to be seriously raped. And forget about your daughter. As soon as they grab her, forget about her. They'll use her until they get bored. Months can pass. I swallowed my saliva and started to worry. He was right, Well... or if not? I saw the two of us looking at each other in silence for a few seconds, then Martín said If not, the other option you have is not to file a complaint, don't mess with those who are helping you and I'll take care of Carlos Rake off the slackers. We're telling you not to do anything. They'll protest, if you know what I mean, but they'll forget about you in the end. But it won't come cheap, Samantha.
How is that?, I asked.
Martin told me straight out, looking at me steadily without a hint of doubt, Don't file a complaint and take care of me and Carlos now. Here. Do that, we'll leave, you stay with your daughter, everything goes back to normal. We all win.
Take care of you?, I looked at them.
Carlos nodded, It's not another violation because you're accepting it and you want to do it, he told me, It doesn't cost you anything and we'll settle the problem here.
I want you to have a gesture towards us like we had towards you, Martin added.
I looked at him with a bit of annoyance, Don't you realize that's not even close to the same type of gesture, no?
Martin smiled a little, And... but the price is that. We're not going to hit or hurt or force anything. I already told you, we're not like that, but take care of us. Carlos is right, it doesn't cost you anything now. You do it and we'll leave. You won't see us again.
I stayed silent for a moment, thinking. Already more calm after everything that had happened that day and no longer tied up, a part of me felt comfortable with these two guys who had really treated me well and Alicia. And to be honest, I have to admit that despite everything that had passed, another little part of me was getting excited about the idea of having two men at once.
I spent a long time thinking in silence while looking at them and they at me, letting me think. Finally, I took a deep breath, ... my daughter is in the kitchen..., I said.
Relax, Carlos told me, We'll do it relaxed, no sudden moves, slowly..., he finished and stretched out his hand to caress my bare leg that was sticking out from under the sheet I was covering myself with.
I didn't say anything. I didn't want to say anything. My mind refused to be the one saying yes to what they were... proposing. But my silence said it all. I remained quiet there while they leaned against the bed and started kissing and caressing me. I closed my eyes and tried to make what was going to happen as bearable as possible, as silent as possible. I didn't want Alicia to hear anything. A part of me wanted to deceive myself and thought I was doing it for Alicia, but another part kept quiet. I was doing it because I wanted.
I felt a hand take the sheet I was using to cover myself and pull it away from me. I remained naked between the two men and felt their hands tracing my body, their lips kissing my skin all over. One of them took one of my hands and made me start caressing him. I noticed they hadn't undressed. We stayed like that for a few minutes, them enjoying my bare body and me softly feeling theirs through their clothes. Compared to what I had suffered earlier that day, this was extremely pleasurable and I noted with certain annoyance that I was already getting excited. That part of me was struggling to come out again.
I kept my eyes closed and suddenly felt a hand take my face, make me turn around, and one of the two men planted a huge kiss on my mouth, which I started responding to myself with hunger. Any resistance or modesty I could have offered had almost evaporated. I heard the sound of clothes while being kissed by one and then the other as my hands were soon guided slowly to their two cocks, which were already hard and erect, emerging from the openings of their pants. I had never had two dicks in my hands at once before and the sensation was rare but also so pleasurable. I noticed my vagina was starting to get wet little by little. My hands started caressing and masturbating the two men slowly, as we took turns kissing each other with soft moans, and I felt like four hands were caressing my breasts and ass. I felt one of the hands sliding down my ass until the bottom and some fingers feeling my labia of my pussy and how wet they already were.
Without opening my eyes, I felt Carlos' hand on my neck and he pressed me gently down, making me bend until I felt the tip of his cock swollen rubbing against my labia. I had a moment of doubt where I stayed like that, being fingered in that position, until I breathed and felt the smell of Carlos' cock, the tip gently pounding my nose and that aroma filling me with each breath. Something took hold of me; it wasn't just feeling the aroma of his cock so close, but I couldn't contain myself anymore. I let out a soft moan of pleasure, opened my mouth and bent down even more to take him in, making him enter my mouth and then feeling the delicious taste he carried. I listened as he moaned with pleasure above me and started sucking him eagerly, the sensation of his hard cock filling my mouth over and over again was fantastic, and don't even get me started on the sensation of Martin's fingers, caressing me and already getting wet all the way to my nipples.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying ourselves, while I alternated between sucking one and then the other. I didn't know which cock I liked better, both had a delicious taste and their sizes were similar, filling my mouth equally. The three of us moaned softly as we gave each other pleasure almost in silence.
At one point, while I was sucking Martin, I felt Carlos' hands taking hold of me from the waist and turning me around, adjusting my hips and holding me gently, making my Booty sway a little in the air in front of him. Then I felt the tip of his cock tracing between my wet labia, separating them up and down sweetly. While I had my mouth full of Martin's cock, feeling that sensation on the other side was incredible and I couldn't help but start moaning louder. And don't even get me started on what it was like when Carlos penetrated my pussy while I still had my mouth full of his cock. from the other one. I had never felt anything like this before, never been in such an intimate situation with two men at once. I wanted to start screaming from pleasure but knew I couldn't.
I felt Carlos grabbing my waist tighter and started taking me faster, widening my vagina with ease because it was so wet and giving me so much pleasure that I shuddered inside. I listened as the two of them groaned, and I heard my own moans, realized that Carlos was right. This wasn't a rape. It was far from it. I wanted it. I wanted it to happen and I wanted it very much. While Carlos was taking me nicely and evenly, I felt Martín's hand grasping my hair and holding my head back. He started moving his hips too and softly started taking my mouth at the same time. I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my throat entrance. The sensation of being penetrated by two cocks at once was driving me crazy and desperate to not be able to scream the waves of pleasure I was feeling.
Carlos accelerated his thrusts, trying to get his cock deeper and deeper inside me, and that's when Martín gave me a hard and deep push in my face, pushing his cock into my throat and making my face press against his abdomen. I despaired from pleasure as soon as I wanted to take a breath but couldn't. My throat was gently choked by Martín's cock and I couldn't breathe. As I had mentioned before, being asphyxiated during sexual activity has always been one of my things and fetishes. They didn't know it but I did. I don't know why Martín left his cock so deep there without moving it, maybe he was looking for cum, but the truth is that I lost control and the sensation overwhelmed me. Not being able to breathe and, on top of that, not being able to do so thanks to a hard cock filling my throat, was too much for me and in just a few seconds I started shaking and protesting from pleasure with my throat full. My body twisted from incredible pleasure and orgasm, sudden, that almost made me lose consciousness and shipwreck in a real ocean of ecstasy.
While my orgasm was passing, I felt that Martin removed his cock and started rubbing it on my face as I gasped for air again. Carlos hastened his screwing and started to moan louder, ready to cum. I thought he would do it inside me, but I don't know why, but after a couple of deep thrusts and moans, he left me empty and soon felt the hot semen of his ejaculation landing on my booty and back as he finished with soft and hoarse moans. I loved how he had screwed me and loved giving him pleasure.
Martin was also ready. I thought he wanted to finish in my face, in that same position, but I felt him turn quickly and get behind me. He also wanted to feel my vagina and honestly, I also wanted him to screw me again, I wanted to feel that other cock inside me. Martin penetrated me easily and started screwing me nicely, both of us moaning our pleasure. It didn't last long and soon he pulled out and made me feel the semen's little streams on my back and booty as he finished.
Finally, I got up and opened my eyes. Carlos was smiling at me and handed me a towel to clean myself. The three of us stayed there, recovering without saying much. They hadn't undressed, just pulled their members out through the buttons of their pants. I was completely naked and didn't care about covering myself again. After everything that had happened, I felt no shame being like that with them two.
We chatted for a few minutes until they handed me some of my clothes, gave each other a kiss, thanked us, and left. They asked me to stay there and have Alicia come down to open the door. When Alicia came back, we hugged in a sweet mother-daughter embrace. I saw her and she was fine, perfect, no one had done anything but make her go through a terrible moment and day. I thanked all the saints that my daughter was safe. Martín and Carlos fulfilled their promise.
And I fulfilled mine. I never filed the complaint. Carlos and Martín were right. As long as they continued to fulfill their part of the agreement, and with time passing, I realized that they were doing so, since nothing else happened, it wasn't necessary for me or Alicia to expose ourselves with a complaint. A little while later, I decided it was appropriate for Alicia to do some therapy to process what had happened to her and also what had happened to me. Of course, I told her that I had been raped by Chapita because she already knew, but I felt it was right for me to tell her too, so it could serve as an experience for her.
I also started doing therapy and psychoanalysis over time. To deal with the rape and everything that had happened. It cost me, I had to try several therapists, but finally I found a good one who helped me a lot to understand and overcome what had happened that day. And thanks to that therapist, I was able to understand and live with those other parts of myself that had come out that day. The parts that enjoyed it. The therapist helped me not to be ashamed, to understand those parts and learn to live with them, since those parts are part of me. They're part of the woman I am.
In fact, therapy worked better than I expected, because until then, Alicia only knew this part of the story.
What I never told Alicia and will never tell her is that after a lot of therapy, I decided to accept those parts of myself. Accept them completely. More than a year after that fateful day at home, one morning walking through the neighborhood, I ran into Carlos. We recognized each other and stayed chatting. He said Martín was also around the neighborhood, so I gave him my number and told him to stay in touch.
Since that day and for the next three years that Alicia went to high school in the mornings, one or two times a week on those mornings, I would call him '... Carlos come here and take me. Or sometimes I'd call Martin to come and take me. And some times, I have to admit it, both of them together, some days. They always treated me well and I them. It wasn't always just sex. Many times I knew or they told me they were hungry so I'd make them a good breakfast or lunch, or let them use the shower so they could bathe. Over time I realized I enjoyed receiving them and having them. I realized I enjoyed being their slut, even if it was some mornings from time to time. It fully satisfied me and I satisfied them. My therapist is the only one who knows and always told me that part of me has been latent, that all I needed was for the opportunity to present itself in my life for it to come out. Maybe other women would be ashamed of this, but not me. It's a part of me I discovered and makes me feel full.
Never, not even once, did they accidentally cross paths with Alicia. My daughter doesn't know that I still see them and less that they come to my house every week. I wouldn't know what to tell her if she were to find out. We take care of the schedules and both Carlos and Martin know how it is. We do everything quickly and they leave with plenty of time to spare. But the mornings I share with one or the other, we make the most of them.
Alicia keeps insisting that I get a boyfriend, and I tell her maybe someday. I hope that day takes a while because I'm very happy enjoying my two lovers who treat me so well. They never ask for anything and always give me everything, or even more. And I try to give them everything too and satisfy them completely.
I adore listening to the part of me that loves being lowered and submitted. I love feeling like that, like an object that gives a man pleasure when he takes it and takes it completely. I love feeling like one of them, or both of them. I love maybe someday, maybe some '. tomorrow, when we're all showering together, when I get down between them and they pee on me. It gives me pleasure to feel the warm urine of my men on my face, on my breasts, on my skin... in my mouth.
I had my maximum moment of sexual realization with them. The best sexual moment of my life, I don't mind admitting it. It was when Alicia finished school and went away for a week's trip with her classmates. I arranged with Martín and Carlos to stay with me at home since I also arranged at work to take vacation days. I swear that never had I felt such intense pleasure as the one I felt those days. Never had I felt the ecstasy of having two men's cocks inside me at the same time, filling me with their cum and love simultaneously. Never had I had orgasms as strong as the ones I had those nights when they made me feel like a slut at the same time. And never had I slept so well as when I did on those nights of that week, sleeping aprised between the bodies of my two handsome men. Never had I had so much semen inside me as in that week.
Alicia has finished school and graduated. I'm helping her get her first job. She's an intelligent girl and I know she'll get something good. And when she achieves her first income and can save, she told me she wants to move out on her own. It will break my heart to see her leave and become independent after so much time together, but she knows I'll help her in everything. I'll have to deal with that sadness when the moment comes for her to leave home.
But good, when that moment comes, I'm sure I'll have more time for Martín and Carlos to help me feel better.
I thought I would hear my daughter scream from surprise at finding that guy in the house, or hear her struggling, or the guy yelling at her, some noise of a fight... but nothing was coming through, which seemed strange. Either he had taken her out of the apartment, or the guy was hiding and Alicia hadn't seen him yet, or somehow my daughter was handling the situation as well as possible and there hadn't been a struggle. Doubt and anxiety were eating away at me while I continued to make an effort to calm down and try to listen.
After a couple of minutes that seemed like hours, I saw the door to my bedroom open and they both came in. The guy was holding Alicia firmly from behind and with his other hand he was covering her mouth firmly to shut her up. I had a small relief at seeing that apparently my daughter was okay and he hadn't cut, beaten or hurt her. Both of them looked at me, Alicia quite surprised to see me like this in my state, naked and tied to the bed. The guy spoke to him with his face half behind Alicia's head.
You behave yourself or you'll end up like your old lady. 'Are you agreeable, girl?', he said.
Alicia looked at me for a couple of seconds and She nodded strongly.
I've already given your old lady's slut a good couple of slaps from the back, but I can do you a favor too, did you hear me? So calm down and don't make any noise..., he told her. Alicia also nodded. The guy looked at me and talked to me, Tell the girl not to freak out, stay calm and nothing will happen....
I couldn't speak, my mouth was still full of the half-rolled cigarette she had put in it. Trying to give the best meaning I could to my expression, I looked at Alicia's eyes for a moment, trying to beg her with my eyes to do nothing and stay calm. My daughter looked at me and seemed to understand, nodding softly. Luckily, inside everything was seen without any injury, a little scared naturally by all the situation, but quite calm and handling things well, not resisting.
The guy kept looking at me, but talked to Alicia, Do you know the combination of your mom's cash machine?, he asked. Alicia looked at me as if seeking approval and I nodded. What bothered me least now was that they would take my money out. The cash machine has a withdrawal limit, what could happen to us in that moment was the least of it. I worried about Alicia being okay. I nodded and she later also nodded after thinking for a few seconds.
Well, 'tonce we're going to do this', he said, girl you come with me to the cash machine and take out all the money... your old lady stays here calm. If you don't make a scene, if you listen and don't cause trouble... later I'll come back here, set her free and that's it... understood?. Alicia nodded and the guy continued, And if you make me angry... if you start screaming in the bank, call the police or make a fuss..., he looked at me, Mom, take your daughter away from me and I swear you'll never see her again....
I wanted to shout something but the half-rolled cigarette in my mouth choked everything. The guy laughed, See... your mom understands, huh?, he told Alicia, You're coming with me to.... I lived with them, I was a vagabond... do you know how many cocks you're going to try, girl? You're going to have fun..., he said and grabbed one of Alicia's breasts over her school uniform with his hand. She shook her head strongly, trying to tell him she wasn't going to do anything. Okay, come on. Marching, come on... stay here, eh? Don't go anywhere..., he looked at me and laughed.
We stared at each other for a few seconds in silence, I again trying to beg with my eyes that she not do anything, trying to communicate without words that she do everything the guy told her to do, that if she wanted the money she should take it, that she shouldn't resist... seemed to understand me. Or at least that's what I wanted to believe.
I heard them open the apartment door and leave. Suddenly I was left alone, naked and tied on my own bed, with a sock filling my mouth that was already quite dry. And trying in vain to calm down my head, making it impossible to push away all the images that kept coming to my mind of Alicia in this guy's hands and who knows who else's. I was begging inside for Alicia not to resist, to do everything he told her to do and come back quickly, safe and sound. That all this would end once and for all. What had happened to me, I thought, already passed and gone. No matter how unpleasant it was, as long as Alicia was okay... I could handle that and more.
My mind started spinning in the silence and solitude of the apartment and I found myself thinking and revisiting what had happened to me without wanting to, with a certain disgust and anxiety as the images and sensations of everything this guy had done to me invaded my head. It was only then that I realized, much later when I told my therapist, that until a certain point it had even been enjoyable. This was something I never said out loud. Things to enjoy. But being honest with myself, a part of me, a larger part than I thought or was ready to admit, had physically enjoyed being taken by that villain.
In the silence of my apartment and unable to do anything else but wait and try not to think about how Alicia was doing, I confessed to myself. There was a part of me that enjoyed it, a part I didn't know existed until this situation occurred. Yes, being honest with myself, I had enjoyed when he fingered me in the shower. Yes, I also enjoyed sucking his cock under the shower. It wasn't time for self-deception, I had enjoyed it. And of course, I also enjoyed when before tying me up, he came on top of me, penetrated and took me. Who was I deceiving? I had finished with him. As much as it didn't seem evident, as much as I hadn't screamed my strong orgasm, I had it and knew I had it. Strong, sweet, and only for me. Only for inside. I had finished with him when I felt myself being filled by his hard cock to the bottom of me, and the sensation of his warm cum in my interior. The second anal violation he made me, I didn't enjoy it, it really hurt and I didn't do well, but I knew that if it had been just a little different... if the guy hadn't been so rough, so brutal, I was sure I would have enjoyed it too.
I stayed with my eyes open looking at the ceiling. Thinking. What did all this say about me? What kind of woman was I, who had enjoyed what happened, in the way it happened? My body missed the touch and sensation of a man who, only for his own sake, had decided to ignore everything and dedicate himself to enjoying being abused and violated like that? There was something wrong with me, in my head? Never before had I had fantasies about being raped and, thank God, never before in my life had I been in such a situation. Now I realized that part of me existed? And it had always been inside me?
Thinking about all that in silence, time passed until I heard the keys at the department door and the noise of the door opening and closing. I turned my head to see the clock and an hour and a half had already passed since the guy took Alicia away. I sighed with relief. Alicia had returned, she wanted to say that she made the guy tell her, she had taken something from our account and the guy kept his word and let her come back. I couldn't explain the relief I felt as a mother in that moment.
However, my heart skipped a beat when I saw enter my room, not Alicia, but two guys I didn't know, also dirty and looking like vagrants or garbage collectors. By instinct, I started shaking and trying to get free from the restraints without success, trying to scream with little volume thanks to the gag in my mouth. The two looked at me naked, seeing how I was shaking and twisting on the bed, and they stood there for a long time, doing nothing, until I got tired of my own attempts to free myself and relaxed, trying to catch my breath through my nose. The one closer came over and sat down beside me on the bed, while the other kept looking at me standing at the foot of the bed.
The one who sat down looked at me for a moment and put his hand on my shoulder. He didn't squeeze or push me against the bed. It was a soft hand, like to calm me? At least I interpreted it that way. We looked at each other while I calmed down and finally he said, with a smooth but decided tone. He spoke well, didn't seem one of these rough vagrants and didn't speak in that tone.
I want us to talk, he said, But I need to know that if I take the gag out of your mouth you won't start screaming. And also I'd like to untie you so we can talk better, but I need to know you won't get aggressive. He looked at me, Stay calm, we're not going to do anything to you, I promise.
I looked at him, trying to study it a bit. It sounded honest to me. In my state, tied and naked, I was at the mercy of anyone. They could have started doing anything to me, but they didn't and this guy was talking nicely to me. I thought about it for a moment and nodded with my head.
He nodded too, Good. I trust you. If you don't keep your word... think we're two, okay? Think you'll do something if it's worth it.
He pulled out the glass from my mouth and I started breathing heavily through my mouth and coughing dryly. My jaw was locked in place from having it extended for so long. Carlos, bring me a little water, please..., I heard the guy say while I was coughing. The other one disappeared and came back with a glass of water. The guy who had been talking to me brought it carefully to my mouth and let me take a drink. I felt like I had been lost in the desert for weeks and these were the first sips of water I had managed to get. It was such a comforting feeling that it changed my mood right away and calmed me down quite a bit. It's incredible what a little water can do when you're thirsty. I drank the whole glass while the two of them started untying my wrists and ankles, which cost them a lot. The guy who had tied and raped me wasn't there but he had tied me too well and strongly. Finally they managed to untie me and I sat down on the bed, trying to cover my nudity with the sheet while rubbing my skin where they had tied me and looking at these two strangers in my room, now I was getting quite scared of the situation.
Are you better?, one of them asked.
I nodded, Where is my daughter?
My daughter is fine, she's in the kitchen with another dude who's taking care of her. No one did anything to her, stay calm., he said seriously, But I want to keep her here until we can talk.
Don't ask me why, I wouldn't know how to tell you, but I believed what he said. I had no doubt that this was the case, I need to use the bathroom, I said.
Yes, of course, he said, Carlos will accompany you. You're not going alone.
The guy got up from the bed, helped me get up covered with the sheet and the other one who was saying Carlos accompanied me to the bathroom. On the way, I could hear Alicia's voice from the kitchen, exchanging a few words with someone else. I don't know if she was giving something to eat to some of these guys or what, but hearing my daughter's voice gave me enormous relief. Carlos went into the bathroom with me and stayed there while I sat down and started to pee with much relief too. Honestly, it didn't bother me that the guy was there with me. We had already been seen naked and they probably knew I'd been raped by his friend. We had already passed the point of feeling ashamed. What I noticed was that Carlos wasn't taking his eyes off me at any moment and really looked at me with a lot of hunger in his eyes.
Then we went back to my room and I sat down on the bed. The one who had been talking was still sitting there too, on the bed.
Are you feeling better? he asked again. I nodded and he continued, I'm Martín. The one who... well, that's what happened to him... we call him Chapita.
What's going on and why do they want something? I asked. I didn't understand anything about the situation. When I saw those two enter my room, I thought they were going to rape me again, but apparently something completely different was happening that I didn't understand.
Look, we're from the street, you know? We don't want to tell you where we stopped because we don't want problems, but we stopped here nearby. In the neighborhood, he said, We're with Chapita and some others, but we're different. Don't ask me to forgive what he did because that can't be forgiven... but understand that Chapita has a burned head. He's always high and hooked on drugs. We're not like that.
That's fine, I said, But what do they want? What are they doing here?
That's what I wanted to explain, he started, We were there where we stopped and suddenly Chapita shows up with your daughter. He told us everything that happened, everything... what you did. He said he had taken the little girl from here to the bank, made her take money out of your account, all that... but instead of leaving and coming back here, he took her there where we stopped so that... well, so that we could all violate her.
My heart sank in my chest and after a moment I gathered my strength to ask. Par... then...
No, stay calm, Martin said to me. We're not like that. Carlos and I stop the other vagrants. They don't do those things.
Look how they didn't lack for anything else, eh, Carlos added, who was standing at the foot of the bed but also sat down when he said that.
Yes, it's true that we almost came to blows but well, nobody did anything to her. After you ask your daughter and you'll see what it's like. With the boys and girls, no one messes around, Martin said.
I sighed in relief, Well... thanks... I don't know how to thank them for what they did. They saved my daughter's life.
Of course, forget about it. All good, Carlos said.
But why do they want? Why are they here? And why didn't... I mean, already? Are they going to leave? I asked a little fearfully, I want to see my daughter. Everything is fine, but I want them to leave and I want to stay with my daughter... please.
We came for a couple of things, Martin said, ... first this, I saw him put his hand in his pocket and take out a small bundle of bills, which he extended to me. This is what Chapita took from your account, from the ATM. I wanted to return it to you. I don't know if everything is there but it's what forced him to give it to me.
I took the bills and looked at them. I didn't have a way of knowing if it was all the money he had taken out of our account because I didn't even know how much he had taken out. But it didn't matter. I looked at Martin, surprised by his gesture. He noticed my confusion and said, What you did is wrong and this too. So take what's yours.
I nodded and thanked him, Thank you very much... it's a nice gesture. Thank you. Thank you both. uh, sorry, what's your name? Samantha Well look at Samantha, everything is fine, but since we're grown-ups let's talk like grown-ups if you don't mind. Okey, si, dale..., I said. We had this kindness with you, and also taking care of your daughter... everything is okay, right? That's what has to be done. But we'd like it if you would have a good gesture towards us too. I was already seeing it coming but tried to push it out of my head, A gesture like what? What do they want? First, don't file any complaints. About what happened, see, Martin told me looking at me, What Chapita did is crap but we have nothing to do with it. Nothing more than stopping in the same place and I don't want us to have problems with the cops over something we didn't know he was going to do. No, stop, how am I not going to report that guy for raping me?, I asked a bit angry. Martin sighed a little, Think about it, Samantha. Post that we had nothing to do with it. Not only that but we protected your daughter and brought you the money back. What Chapita did can't be fixed, it's already done, but we did what we could after, right? Can I ask you for a favor? Thinking about it well, after some time passed, I realized I should have reacted differently, I should have understood what Martin was trying to tell me and agreed. But unfortunately at that moment, in my state which wasn't the best, I didn't do it and half got angry. No, look Martin, I'm not going to keep quiet about a rape, a robbery, and a kidnapping in my own house, I said with a slightly exasperated tone, I'm going to report that son of a slut. Martin got serious and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows, You'd be making a mess. You'd be screwing over people who not only have nothing to do with it but are also helping you. I'm the victim here..., I tried to protest angrily but he interrupted me. Well look Samantha, Martin answered me also a bit angry, I thought you were going to be a little more reasonable but... Obviously not. So let's do something. I didn't want to get to this point but let's make an arrangement. What arrangement? What are you talking about? As it stands now, he said looking at me seriously, the guy from Chapita knows where you live. And he's already told the others that they're just as crazy as him. And he's already told them all what he did to you, so everyone knows they can do it to you too if they want to. And believe me, several of them want... wanted to do it to your daughter. So you're not in a very secure position. I didn't say anything, trying to digest what he was saying, and he continued And speaking of your daughter, Chapita already knows her, he knows where she lives, where she goes to school, everything... And if he knows, the others know too. So if you don't want to expose her, we have to make an arrangement. Make what arrangement?, I asked. You have two options. We can talk like grown-ups? Let's talk like grown-ups then and stop messing around, he said seriously, You can file a complaint and ruin our lives because we don't have anything to do with it. In that case I won't lift a finger to prevent anything from happening to you. The bums don't say anything, they'll do what they want. You screwed me, I'll screw you, Samantha. Basically. I thought about what he was saying and he continued And one day Chapita will catch up with you again, but worse because you messed it up with the complaint and now you're going to have him right between your eyes. Or some of the others will blow their tops. Here in your house or somewhere else. It's all the same. And if you thought Chapita raped you then hold on because here you'll really know what it is to be seriously raped. And forget about your daughter. As soon as they grab her, forget about her. They'll use her until they get bored. Months can pass. I swallowed my saliva and started to worry. He was right, Well... or if not? I saw the two of us looking at each other in silence for a few seconds, then Martín said If not, the other option you have is not to file a complaint, don't mess with those who are helping you and I'll take care of Carlos Rake off the slackers. We're telling you not to do anything. They'll protest, if you know what I mean, but they'll forget about you in the end. But it won't come cheap, Samantha.
How is that?, I asked.
Martin told me straight out, looking at me steadily without a hint of doubt, Don't file a complaint and take care of me and Carlos now. Here. Do that, we'll leave, you stay with your daughter, everything goes back to normal. We all win.
Take care of you?, I looked at them.
Carlos nodded, It's not another violation because you're accepting it and you want to do it, he told me, It doesn't cost you anything and we'll settle the problem here.
I want you to have a gesture towards us like we had towards you, Martin added.
I looked at him with a bit of annoyance, Don't you realize that's not even close to the same type of gesture, no?
Martin smiled a little, And... but the price is that. We're not going to hit or hurt or force anything. I already told you, we're not like that, but take care of us. Carlos is right, it doesn't cost you anything now. You do it and we'll leave. You won't see us again.
I stayed silent for a moment, thinking. Already more calm after everything that had happened that day and no longer tied up, a part of me felt comfortable with these two guys who had really treated me well and Alicia. And to be honest, I have to admit that despite everything that had passed, another little part of me was getting excited about the idea of having two men at once.
I spent a long time thinking in silence while looking at them and they at me, letting me think. Finally, I took a deep breath, ... my daughter is in the kitchen..., I said.
Relax, Carlos told me, We'll do it relaxed, no sudden moves, slowly..., he finished and stretched out his hand to caress my bare leg that was sticking out from under the sheet I was covering myself with.
I didn't say anything. I didn't want to say anything. My mind refused to be the one saying yes to what they were... proposing. But my silence said it all. I remained quiet there while they leaned against the bed and started kissing and caressing me. I closed my eyes and tried to make what was going to happen as bearable as possible, as silent as possible. I didn't want Alicia to hear anything. A part of me wanted to deceive myself and thought I was doing it for Alicia, but another part kept quiet. I was doing it because I wanted.
I felt a hand take the sheet I was using to cover myself and pull it away from me. I remained naked between the two men and felt their hands tracing my body, their lips kissing my skin all over. One of them took one of my hands and made me start caressing him. I noticed they hadn't undressed. We stayed like that for a few minutes, them enjoying my bare body and me softly feeling theirs through their clothes. Compared to what I had suffered earlier that day, this was extremely pleasurable and I noted with certain annoyance that I was already getting excited. That part of me was struggling to come out again.
I kept my eyes closed and suddenly felt a hand take my face, make me turn around, and one of the two men planted a huge kiss on my mouth, which I started responding to myself with hunger. Any resistance or modesty I could have offered had almost evaporated. I heard the sound of clothes while being kissed by one and then the other as my hands were soon guided slowly to their two cocks, which were already hard and erect, emerging from the openings of their pants. I had never had two dicks in my hands at once before and the sensation was rare but also so pleasurable. I noticed my vagina was starting to get wet little by little. My hands started caressing and masturbating the two men slowly, as we took turns kissing each other with soft moans, and I felt like four hands were caressing my breasts and ass. I felt one of the hands sliding down my ass until the bottom and some fingers feeling my labia of my pussy and how wet they already were.
Without opening my eyes, I felt Carlos' hand on my neck and he pressed me gently down, making me bend until I felt the tip of his cock swollen rubbing against my labia. I had a moment of doubt where I stayed like that, being fingered in that position, until I breathed and felt the smell of Carlos' cock, the tip gently pounding my nose and that aroma filling me with each breath. Something took hold of me; it wasn't just feeling the aroma of his cock so close, but I couldn't contain myself anymore. I let out a soft moan of pleasure, opened my mouth and bent down even more to take him in, making him enter my mouth and then feeling the delicious taste he carried. I listened as he moaned with pleasure above me and started sucking him eagerly, the sensation of his hard cock filling my mouth over and over again was fantastic, and don't even get me started on the sensation of Martin's fingers, caressing me and already getting wet all the way to my nipples.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying ourselves, while I alternated between sucking one and then the other. I didn't know which cock I liked better, both had a delicious taste and their sizes were similar, filling my mouth equally. The three of us moaned softly as we gave each other pleasure almost in silence.
At one point, while I was sucking Martin, I felt Carlos' hands taking hold of me from the waist and turning me around, adjusting my hips and holding me gently, making my Booty sway a little in the air in front of him. Then I felt the tip of his cock tracing between my wet labia, separating them up and down sweetly. While I had my mouth full of Martin's cock, feeling that sensation on the other side was incredible and I couldn't help but start moaning louder. And don't even get me started on what it was like when Carlos penetrated my pussy while I still had my mouth full of his cock. from the other one. I had never felt anything like this before, never been in such an intimate situation with two men at once. I wanted to start screaming from pleasure but knew I couldn't.
I felt Carlos grabbing my waist tighter and started taking me faster, widening my vagina with ease because it was so wet and giving me so much pleasure that I shuddered inside. I listened as the two of them groaned, and I heard my own moans, realized that Carlos was right. This wasn't a rape. It was far from it. I wanted it. I wanted it to happen and I wanted it very much. While Carlos was taking me nicely and evenly, I felt Martín's hand grasping my hair and holding my head back. He started moving his hips too and softly started taking my mouth at the same time. I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my throat entrance. The sensation of being penetrated by two cocks at once was driving me crazy and desperate to not be able to scream the waves of pleasure I was feeling.
Carlos accelerated his thrusts, trying to get his cock deeper and deeper inside me, and that's when Martín gave me a hard and deep push in my face, pushing his cock into my throat and making my face press against his abdomen. I despaired from pleasure as soon as I wanted to take a breath but couldn't. My throat was gently choked by Martín's cock and I couldn't breathe. As I had mentioned before, being asphyxiated during sexual activity has always been one of my things and fetishes. They didn't know it but I did. I don't know why Martín left his cock so deep there without moving it, maybe he was looking for cum, but the truth is that I lost control and the sensation overwhelmed me. Not being able to breathe and, on top of that, not being able to do so thanks to a hard cock filling my throat, was too much for me and in just a few seconds I started shaking and protesting from pleasure with my throat full. My body twisted from incredible pleasure and orgasm, sudden, that almost made me lose consciousness and shipwreck in a real ocean of ecstasy.
While my orgasm was passing, I felt that Martin removed his cock and started rubbing it on my face as I gasped for air again. Carlos hastened his screwing and started to moan louder, ready to cum. I thought he would do it inside me, but I don't know why, but after a couple of deep thrusts and moans, he left me empty and soon felt the hot semen of his ejaculation landing on my booty and back as he finished with soft and hoarse moans. I loved how he had screwed me and loved giving him pleasure.
Martin was also ready. I thought he wanted to finish in my face, in that same position, but I felt him turn quickly and get behind me. He also wanted to feel my vagina and honestly, I also wanted him to screw me again, I wanted to feel that other cock inside me. Martin penetrated me easily and started screwing me nicely, both of us moaning our pleasure. It didn't last long and soon he pulled out and made me feel the semen's little streams on my back and booty as he finished.
Finally, I got up and opened my eyes. Carlos was smiling at me and handed me a towel to clean myself. The three of us stayed there, recovering without saying much. They hadn't undressed, just pulled their members out through the buttons of their pants. I was completely naked and didn't care about covering myself again. After everything that had happened, I felt no shame being like that with them two.
We chatted for a few minutes until they handed me some of my clothes, gave each other a kiss, thanked us, and left. They asked me to stay there and have Alicia come down to open the door. When Alicia came back, we hugged in a sweet mother-daughter embrace. I saw her and she was fine, perfect, no one had done anything but make her go through a terrible moment and day. I thanked all the saints that my daughter was safe. Martín and Carlos fulfilled their promise.
And I fulfilled mine. I never filed the complaint. Carlos and Martín were right. As long as they continued to fulfill their part of the agreement, and with time passing, I realized that they were doing so, since nothing else happened, it wasn't necessary for me or Alicia to expose ourselves with a complaint. A little while later, I decided it was appropriate for Alicia to do some therapy to process what had happened to her and also what had happened to me. Of course, I told her that I had been raped by Chapita because she already knew, but I felt it was right for me to tell her too, so it could serve as an experience for her.
I also started doing therapy and psychoanalysis over time. To deal with the rape and everything that had happened. It cost me, I had to try several therapists, but finally I found a good one who helped me a lot to understand and overcome what had happened that day. And thanks to that therapist, I was able to understand and live with those other parts of myself that had come out that day. The parts that enjoyed it. The therapist helped me not to be ashamed, to understand those parts and learn to live with them, since those parts are part of me. They're part of the woman I am.
In fact, therapy worked better than I expected, because until then, Alicia only knew this part of the story.
What I never told Alicia and will never tell her is that after a lot of therapy, I decided to accept those parts of myself. Accept them completely. More than a year after that fateful day at home, one morning walking through the neighborhood, I ran into Carlos. We recognized each other and stayed chatting. He said Martín was also around the neighborhood, so I gave him my number and told him to stay in touch.
Since that day and for the next three years that Alicia went to high school in the mornings, one or two times a week on those mornings, I would call him '... Carlos come here and take me. Or sometimes I'd call Martin to come and take me. And some times, I have to admit it, both of them together, some days. They always treated me well and I them. It wasn't always just sex. Many times I knew or they told me they were hungry so I'd make them a good breakfast or lunch, or let them use the shower so they could bathe. Over time I realized I enjoyed receiving them and having them. I realized I enjoyed being their slut, even if it was some mornings from time to time. It fully satisfied me and I satisfied them. My therapist is the only one who knows and always told me that part of me has been latent, that all I needed was for the opportunity to present itself in my life for it to come out. Maybe other women would be ashamed of this, but not me. It's a part of me I discovered and makes me feel full.
Never, not even once, did they accidentally cross paths with Alicia. My daughter doesn't know that I still see them and less that they come to my house every week. I wouldn't know what to tell her if she were to find out. We take care of the schedules and both Carlos and Martin know how it is. We do everything quickly and they leave with plenty of time to spare. But the mornings I share with one or the other, we make the most of them.
Alicia keeps insisting that I get a boyfriend, and I tell her maybe someday. I hope that day takes a while because I'm very happy enjoying my two lovers who treat me so well. They never ask for anything and always give me everything, or even more. And I try to give them everything too and satisfy them completely.
I adore listening to the part of me that loves being lowered and submitted. I love feeling like that, like an object that gives a man pleasure when he takes it and takes it completely. I love feeling like one of them, or both of them. I love maybe someday, maybe some '. tomorrow, when we're all showering together, when I get down between them and they pee on me. It gives me pleasure to feel the warm urine of my men on my face, on my breasts, on my skin... in my mouth.
I had my maximum moment of sexual realization with them. The best sexual moment of my life, I don't mind admitting it. It was when Alicia finished school and went away for a week's trip with her classmates. I arranged with Martín and Carlos to stay with me at home since I also arranged at work to take vacation days. I swear that never had I felt such intense pleasure as the one I felt those days. Never had I felt the ecstasy of having two men's cocks inside me at the same time, filling me with their cum and love simultaneously. Never had I had orgasms as strong as the ones I had those nights when they made me feel like a slut at the same time. And never had I slept so well as when I did on those nights of that week, sleeping aprised between the bodies of my two handsome men. Never had I had so much semen inside me as in that week.
Alicia has finished school and graduated. I'm helping her get her first job. She's an intelligent girl and I know she'll get something good. And when she achieves her first income and can save, she told me she wants to move out on her own. It will break my heart to see her leave and become independent after so much time together, but she knows I'll help her in everything. I'll have to deal with that sadness when the moment comes for her to leave home.
But good, when that moment comes, I'm sure I'll have more time for Martín and Carlos to help me feel better.
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