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You were used to being afraid during your work. Sometimes, you were afraid in the streets of Bogota, on your way home. But you had never been afraid at home. It was your sanctuary, a safe place, where what you had to do with your clients didn’t interfere.
When you opened your door and removed the key from the lock, you were just thinking about the evening you were going to spend, in peace, even though it was already late at night. Until you saw a silhouette of a man, sitting at your dining room table. In fear, you screamed and turned towards the door, thinking of escaping. But the door closed before you reached it, and a second figure, previously hidden behind the open door, appeared. You stopped in your tracks, transfixed, wondering what was happening.
The second man turned on the light. He was blond, with a mustache. A leather jacket and jeans. His gun was sticking out of the front of his pants, and you recognized him. A DEA agent, who sometimes hung out near the brothel where you worked. You've heard his name before, Murphy. Steve, as far as you remembered. And now you had little doubt about the identity of the other man, as they were always together when you saw them. Javier Peña. You turned towards him anyway, and his piercing black gaze was fixed on you. You saw his tongue press against his upper lip as he looked you over from head to toe. They had fucked some of the girls at the brothel before, but never you.
Your mind was racing. Two DEA agents who broke into your apartment. You didn't use, you didn't have anything at home that could get you in trouble with the DEA. So whatever they were looking for, it was in vain.
“What are you doing at my place?” you dared to ask, putting on a confident voice.
Steve tilted his head to the side and smiled, before coming to sit across from his coworker, and putting his feet on the table.
“Uh, excuse me? What the fuck you think you’re doing?”
“We want information, cariño. You give it to us, and we leave. Simple as that,” Peña said.
“I don’t do drugs. I don’t know who gave you my name, but your source is crap.”
Peña turned to Murphy and they smiled at each other.
“She’s cute”, Steve said.
“Get the fuck out of here now,” you barked, before walking towards the door. You didn't have time to realize what was happening before one of them stood up, grabbed one of your arms with one hand, and your throat with the other. He pushed you against the wall and whispered in your ear “you ain’t going anywhere, baby.”
Eyes wide, you said “what the fuck?”, and looked up at Steve’s face, inches from yours. What scared you the most wasn't his hands on you. It was his eyes. They were icy and unempathetic, and you felt your hairs stand up.
“Come on, Steve. Be nice. Don’t scare her,” Javi sneered.
Steve smiled, in a too carnal way to reassure you, and released you before going to lean against the table. You rubbed your wrist and your mind was racing at 100 miles per hour trying to understand what they were doing there, what they wanted from you.
Javi got up and approached you, and even though you wanted to step back towards the wall, you didn't want to feed them with your fear. So you didn’t move.
“So, cariño. Like I said, we need information. About your side activities with Escobar guys.”
Fuck, how do they know? you thought.
“I don’t know-”
You didn't have time to finish your sentence, when Javi slapped you. You put your hand to your cheek, and this time you no longer held back the fear that twisted your stomach.
“Don’t offend me, cariño. You’re starting to piss me off.”
You lowered your head, heart racing.
“If I tell you about it, I’m dead”, you murmured.
“Well… if you don’t tell us, you’re dead too,” Steve replied with a smirk.
“Yeah? Well you can shoot me then, let’s get it over with.” A surge of courage, or stupidity, pushed you to answer them before you had time to think about it.
Javi slapped you again, with the back of his hand, and your head spun. You heard Steve say “wooooooo”, giggling, as if Javi's attitude announced the start of a good time.
“Stop it, please,” you begged. You looked at them, your eyes now full of tears, and Javi told you, “oh baby… if I were you, I’d dry those tears. It turns Steve on.”
“W…what?”
“Well… I have no doubt you’ll tell us what we wanna know. But I have doubts about the state of you, when we leave.”
You heard Steve laugh again. Javi moved closer to you, his face inches from yours. He smelled of cigarettes and cologne. You had the feeling that you could never forget this scent.
“Tell us about Blackie.”
You shook your head.
"No?" Javi said. “Mmmm ok. El León? La Quica?”
You lowered your head even more.
"No? Tell us about Gacha, then.”
You took a step back, and Steve said, “Well, well. Seems like someone knows that asshole”.
“Please”, you begged. “He’ll hurt me.”
“Yeah, well… That’s the problem with dealing with bad guys. Lucky for you, we’re good guys.”
“What do you wanna know”, you murmured.
“How does this bastard fuck? I’m curious,” Steve asked, and Javi chuckled before stepping aside to let Steve approach.
“You know what, baby? I think we should compare. We should fuck you too, and you’ll tell us who’s doing it better, between him and us.”
Tears came to your eyes again, and Steve added, “Oh, baby. You should have listened to my partner. Tears turn me on.”
He pressed himself against you, his bulge against your pussy, covered only by your panties and a short dress. And damn, he was hard.
“Ok baby, I’ll tell you what. We’re gonna fuck you, and you’ll tell us what we wanna know. If you’re a good girl, we will try not to damage you too much. What do you think about that?"
Without waiting for your answer, he turned to Javi, and said, “That seems like a reasonable offer, right?”
“Shit, yeah. Couldn’t be nicer.” He took off his leather jacket and placed it on the back of the chair, as if what was happening right now was the most natural thing in the world.
Steve turned to you again and saw your eyes lost in the void. A tear running down your cheek. Taking your chin in his hand, he turned your face to the side, before licking away your tear.
“Delicious”, he smirked. “I wonder if your pussy tastes as good.”
He readjusted the bulge in his jeans.
“Ok baby, all this seduction was nice, but we gotta get our dicks wet. How do you wanna fuck this one, Javi?”
“Wanna bang her a little on the table. Wanna see if her pussy’s worth it. Tight enough to feel something when I fuck it, you know?”
“Ok baby, you heard the agent? Go bend over, and spread those legs.”
You tried to get out of his grip, but of course he was too strong for you. He grabbed your forearms and pulled you towards the table, before pushing you forward against it. Javi positioned himself behind you and kicked one of your legs apart before pulling your dress up to your waist. He held your chest pressed against the table with one hand, while with the other he unzipped his jeans and took out his cock. He brushed it against your folds after tearing your panties.
“She wet?”, Steve asked.
“Not yet. She will be. Come on cariño, imagine I’m one of your clients. But instead of getting paid, you stay alive. And you get a good fuck by two fat cocks.”
He rubbed the head of his cock along your folds, and you could feel it was long and thick.
“Come on cariño, don’t wanna tear you apart.” He leaned into you, his torso pressed against your back, and grabbed your hair in his fist. “Don’t play shy, tonight you’ll gladly bounce on our cocks, I promise.” He was still sliding his cock against you, gently, and you felt your body react. And somehow, you were grateful for it.
“That’s it, soak me. This pussy wanna get fucked. And you know it”, he said in your ear, as he now pressed his cock at your entrance, pushing it in slightly. Steve walked over to the table and looked at you, your cheek pressed against the wood.
“That’s it, baby, be a good girl”, he said.
Javi thrusted in slowly, spreading your walls.
“Oh fuck, she’s tight”, he growled.
Steve caressed your cheek, and mocked “oh baby… No more tears for me? The slut’s starting to enjoy this, Javi.” He readjusted himself again.
“Of course she does. What’s better than a big cock in a tight pussy?”
He was fucking you slowly, giving your pussy time to get used to his size, his fist still clenching your hair. You heard him breathing loudly against your ear and you couldn’t help but get turned on by the way he was fucking you. He was good at it. Much better than most of your clients. And for the moment, you didn't even think about Gacha anymore, and what they expected from you.
He pulled out of you slowly, and said “ok, your turn Steve. Taste that cunt, man.”
Steve grabbed your arm and turned you around, your ass on the edge of the table.
“Lie still, baby.”
He spread your legs and told Javi “fuck, look at that. The whore’s drippin’.”
He knelt down and dove between your thighs, spreading your folds with his hands, his tongue lapping from your hole to your clit.
“Spread them more for me, baby. Put your feet on the table.”
You were turned on, and you did as he said, not even trying to fight anymore. His tongue now buried in your pussy, you heard him moan and you guessed from the friction of his shoulder against you that he was jerking off. You tried to stop yourself from grabbing his head in your hands to press him against you, not realizing that you were undulating your hips to the rhythm of his tongue.
“She’s fucking moaning... Come on cariño, moan on my cock now”, Javi urged you, pressing his cock against your lips. You opened them without thinking, letting him sink into your mouth. You felt your taste on him, mixed with his precum, and fuck, that was good.
Steve's tongue left your hole and moved up to your clit, placing his lips around it and circling around with the tip of his tongue. He released his cock and pushed two fingers into your pussy. You were so wet that he immediately added a third, making you groan against Javi’s cock.
“Make her come”, he said. “Wanna fuck that cunt again.”
When you came on Steve's tongue, Javi pushed himself all the way down your throat and held you against him until your moans stopped, making you choke on it, praising you with some “there it is, look at that… cuming on your tongue and choking on my cock.” You caught your breath with relief when he pulled out. Just before getting up, Steve slapped your pussy, making you jump, and spat on your clit, running his thumb over it one last time. The overstimulation made you shiver.
Javi settled himself between your thighs, and he rested his cock against your folds, his balls against the groove of your ass.
“You’re soaked. You get off like that when Gacha’s fucking you?”
He slid his shaft against your folds, waiting for your response. Seeing that you didn't answer, he slapped your clit, making you gasp.
“No! Fuck… No I don’t.”
“Tell me, cariño, why is that? He got a small dick?”
You sighed, and replied “yeah.”
“Mmm, I was sure of it. You got to have a small dick to need to compensate with a fucking bazooka.” He sank in one go, hitting the bottom, and you said “oh god!”. His hands tight on your thighs, he fucked you quickly, not giving you time to get used to it. Steve came over and asked if you had any whiskey.
“What?”
“Whiskey??”
“The fuck…. in the kitchen cabinet.”
He brought the bottle back and took a sip from the neck before spilling some on your breasts, bouncing to the rhythm of Javi’s hips. This made him laugh, and Javi leaned down to lick your alcohol covered tits, buried deep in your pussy, before fucking you again. You had difficulty resisting the urge to slide your fingers through his brown curls.
“Give me that bottle, Steve. And maybe we should handcuff her.”
“Nah… I like it when they fight a little.”
Javi snickered as he grabbed the bottle, and again you felt fear grip you. Why would they handcuff you? He took a sip too, before pulling out of you. “I think we can make this cheap whiskey taste better,” he said, then pressed the bottle against your entrance.
“No! No, wait!!!”
"Shut up. If you can take my cock, you can take it. For your safety I’ll be gentle.” You heard Steve laugh, as Javi pushed it in, while rotating your clit under his thumb.
“No, please, stop it!”
You didn't see the slap coming. Just heard the thud, and felt your cheek burn.
“Shut up,” he said, “Don’t make us repeat it.”
Just after slapping you, Steve grabbed your wrists in his hands, and positioned himself behind your head, on the other side of the table, facing Javi.
“Fuck her with it, Javi, I’ve got her.”
Javi slid the bottle further, continuing to stroke your clit with his thumb.
“Come on, cariño. Squeeze that bottle, cum on it. I know you can do it.”
You had encountered perverted clients before, but never to the point where they wanted to fuck you with a bottle. Despite the worry that he might hurt you, you forced yourself to relax, to make it easier. His thumb was helping you, too.
“Open your mouth, baby”, asked Steve.
You opened, and he spit in it. “Good girl,” he said, stroking your chin as you swallowed his saliva.
“How is she takin’ it?”
“Like a pro,” Javi laughed, and added, “well, she is, right?”
He tilted the bottle to pour some whiskey into your pussy, before removing it and sticking his tongue in your core, drinking the mixture of alcohol and wetness. The taste on his tongue was driving him crazy.
“Oh my god…Fuck”, you stammered. He kept licking, thirsty, starved, going down to your ass, where the whiskey had spilled.
Then he slid back the bottle in you, his thumb back on your clit, and you felt a new orgasm coming, already built by his tongue. You didn’t even try to hold it back, letting Javi’s thumb work your clit until you came all over the bottle.
“Fuck, look at that Steve! The whore is filling the bottle!”
He removed the bottle and took a sip, then passed it to Steve. He licked it before placing the bottle against his lips and drinking from it too.
“Way cheaper, thanks, baby,” he added, patting your cheek.
The degradation made you blush.
“Okay, remember I told you that soon you’d be bouncing on our cocks? Couch, now.” Javi grabbed your arm and led you to the couch where he sat down.
“Ride me. Wanna fill that pussy.”
You straddled him and took his cock in your hand, before gently impaling yourself on it.
“Oh fuck,” you said.
“Stop whining. Bounce on it now,” he said, and spanked you.
Your hands placed on his shoulders for support, you sank onto his cock, helped by his hands gripping your buttocks with each movement, then let you fall on his dick. Each time, he hit the bottom, and the pleasure mixed with the pain of his cock sinking too far.
Steve walked over, cock in his hand, and said, “time to fuck that mouth, baby.”
You slowed down the pace on Javi's cock so you could take Steve in your mouth, undulating your hips against Javi, and rubbing your clit against him.
Steve slid his cock into your mouth. It was slightly thicker than Javi’s, and your lips were barely able to take him in. You looked up at him as you let him set his pace. His icy gaze hadn't completely disappeared, and you told yourself that this man would be capable of destroying you while smiling, if he decided.
“Fuck, what a sight,” Javi said. “You’re pretty, cariño. I can't believe you let a guy like Gacha fuck you. Such a waste."
Your clit was still rubbing against Javi, and you came the third time, squeezing his cock with each spasm, your mouth full of Steve’s shaft.
“Fuck… this cunt’s squeezin’ me so fuckin’ hard… ah fuck!!” he spilled his cum in you, while your walls were still contracting. You had barely finished cumming when Steve pulled out of your mouth and grabbed your arm, dragging you to the table and bending you over it.
“Now, be good and take it”, he said, thrusting in immediately, in a slow powerful push, hands digging into your hips.
“Oh fuck you’re right, she’s so tight. You often get fucked by two guys?”
“No.. No I don’t.”
“That’s… fuck… a fuckin’… shame.”
He cut off each word with a movement of his hips where he thrusted into you ever harder.
“There’s nothing better than the feeling of a pussy already filled with cum.” He grunted every time he hit the bottom, and you were barely able to keep yourself on the table. Each thrust threw you forward, and each time he gripped harder to thrust deeper in your pussy.
You had difficulty standing on your legs, the feeling of being reduced to a doll was amplified by your weak legs, like cotton.
He forced you to turn your head to the side to look at him and said “look at me, baby. You look at me when I’m ruining your cunt.”
You tried to hold on to the edge of the table to control the movements as much as possible but he didn't give you any respite, pounding your pussy incessantly.
“Gonna fill you too…Shit. Gonna fill that fuckin’ slut cunt.”
He grunted, and thrusted in one last time, freezing deep inside your pussy, and you felt warm trickles of cum lining your walls. You finally relaxed against the table, waiting for him to finish cumming, releasing the pressure of your fingers on the wood.
He pulled out, spanked you and chuckled. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took another sip before passing it to Javi who had moved closer to the table. He then handed it to you, saying, “drink, cariño.”
“You’re fuckin’ twisted....”
You drank, and they laughed.
“Okay, baby. It was fun. Now tell us about Gacha. Give us all the info. Unless you want a second round? We didn’t fuck you with our guns, yet,” Steve said, grabbing his revolver.
His icy gaze was back.