My Lover Offered Me to His Two Masked Partners

Something broke inside me the night I first walked into Damián’s bar. Until then, my life had been a succession of lukewarm decisions and desires I never dared name. Damián owned a place with a terrace in the old quarter, and his private room—a small space behind a burgundy velvet curtain—became the setting for my surrender.

That first night I arrived with a friend and ended up alone with him. Damián had the look of a man who didn’t ask permission to look. He took me to the private room without any theatrics, shoved me against the leather sofa, and before I could back out, he sodomized me with a calm violence that left me breathing in short gasps against the backrest. When he finished, he looked at me with a fox’s smile and dropped a sentence: “You’ll be back sooner than you think.”

I laughed to myself. I took him for a blowhard, one of those men who think they’re one of a kind. But two nights later I was back in front of his door, at two in the morning, pretending I’d just happened to be passing by. The bastard knew it. He saw me come in, and the smile he gave me from behind the bar made me smaller than I already was.

—Back for more? —he asked when he came over.

I nodded, and that gesture was enough. He grabbed my arm and took me to the private room with the ease of someone protecting what’s his. There, before touching me, he made me ask for it out loud. I had to say it. I had to beg him to fuck me in the ass. I did it, head bowed, knowing that with every word I was becoming someone I had never been before.

He ordered me to get naked and get on all fours on the floor, not on the sofa. It was a test, and I passed it. He fucked me like he had that first night, with that brutal precision that made me forget my name, and he stopped right when I started trembling. “That was the appetizer,” he said. “Wait for me like that, naked, on the floor.” He left. I spent more than an hour on all fours, rubbing my clit with my hand, wondering whether to run or wait.

I waited. When he came back, he fucked me in the ass again without saying a word. After that he kept playing with me, alternating cunt and ass, until the bar closed and he had me all to himself. Then he possessed me without pause. I left at dawn exhausted and filthy, with his rules etched into my skin: every time I came back, I had to beg him, arrive at the same time, and accept whatever he decided. At twenty-three, with a boyfriend waiting for me at home and a morning job, Damián was more than twenty years older than me and had a power over me my own body barely understood.

I went back seven times in two weeks. Each time more addicted, each time more his. Until two nights ago, after a session that left me trembling against the backrest, he summoned me for the next day at five in the afternoon.

The bar would be closed by then. I thought at last I’d have him all to myself. I arrived on time and banged on the door with my fist. Damián opened, rushed me into the private room, and I stripped without him even asking. I was on all fours on the sofa when someone knocked at the front door of the place. He shot out and came back a couple of minutes later with a changed expression. His smug grin had vanished.

—This afternoon I have other plans for you —he said—. The future depends on what you decide.

I covered my breasts without meaning to. He sat beside me, not touching me.

—I have two partners. I told them about you. Especially about how much you like it when I fuck you in the ass. They’re in the bar, waiting.

The world stopped. I started getting dressed with clumsy fingers.

—One thing is accepting your whims —I told him, my voice breaking— and another is treating me like a whore.

He grabbed my arm and forced me to sit. He took my face in his hand.

—You’re the one who comes to me. You beg me. I can have whoever I want. One bitch more or less means nothing to me.

His words split me open inside. But the idea of never having him again frightened me more than the humiliation itself. I asked if it would only be that once. He nodded. I asked if he would take part. He said no: I was the gift. I agreed on one condition: they had to use condoms.

—My partners are married —Damián said with a low laugh—. They’re coming with masks, just in case. There’s one for you too, if you want it.

I wanted it. I put it on with trembling fingers. The world shrank to shadows and the beat of my own heart.

They didn’t take long to come in. Two men in dark suits, black masks, smelling of expensive cologne. They were in their forties, give or take. They undressed without haste. They were solid bodies, not perfect: a bit of a belly, chest hair, broad shoulders. Their cocks, half hard, promised what was coming. They devoured me with their eyes from head to toe.

Damián ordered:

—On your knees on the sofa, forearms on the backrest.

I obeyed at once. One positioned himself behind me, spread my thighs apart with firm hands, and whispered to Damián as he rolled the condom on:

—You weren’t lying. This bitch has a championship ass.

He worked his way in with a slow thrust that drew a soft moan from me. At that instant, the other took advantage of my open mouth and shoved his bare cock down my throat. I sucked as best I could, my tongue working around the head, while the one behind me fucked me with a lazy, deep rhythm. They boasted between laughs: “Look at how the little slut gives herself up.”

Damián watched from the side, motionless, his eyes fixed on me.

—If she behaves —he promised—, tonight I’ll split her ass the way she likes it.

I looked at him through the mask and held out my hand, wanting to pull him into the game. He stepped back, confirming he wouldn’t take part.

Ten minutes stretched like an hour. The one behind me didn’t let up. The one in front didn’t complain. I slid my hand down to my clit, rubbing it with desperate fingers, and the orgasm hit me like a wave. I let go of the cock in my mouth to let out a bestial scream. The three of them laughed at once, as if they’d won something.

—I like it when a bitch comes —the one in front growled as he pulled out—. I’m going to fuck her in the ass so she does it again.

That got a nervous laugh out of me, breaking the tension in my chest.

—I like getting fucked in the ass —I said, with a boldness that surprised me—, but I come much sooner when I’m fucked in the pussy.

They burst out laughing. I joined them. Something changed in that instant: I stopped being a victim and became a player on the same board.

He rolled on another condom and settled himself between my thighs. He entered my cunt with a smooth thrust and the pleasure was immediate, a current that arched my back. I rocked against him, my moans filling the private room, the masks failing to hide the lust in their eyes. The other partner came up from the side, pinched one of my nipples with a delicacy so cruel it tore a gasp from me, while Damián, from his corner, murmured: “Look at the little slut moving. This is only the beginning.”

I took my hand back to my clit.

—Harder —I demanded through clenched teeth.

He obeyed until the sofa creaked. The orgasm exploded like lightning. I screamed that I wanted both of them at once.

***

The first one, the one with the booming laugh, lay back on the sofa with a fresh condom. “Come here, bitch,” he growled. I straddled him, lowered myself slowly, spearing myself on his cock, and sighed against his chest. The second didn’t wait: he knelt behind me on the sofa, spread my ass cheeks with an almost obscene bow, and after spitting on his hand to lubricate the condom, pressed the tip against my rear entrance.

The thrust was simultaneous. The one behind sank into my ass centimeter by centimeter, stretching me to the threshold of pain that melted into pure pleasure. I felt his balls brushing the ones below, an obscene union, two cocks separated only by a wall of flesh. I let out a howl that tore through the air.

—You’re splitting me in two! —I roared, tears slipping out beneath the mask.

They started moving, synchronized like pistons. The one below drove upward, the one behind withdrew and came back with sharp blows against my ass. I was the axis. My tits bounced, sweat ran down my spine, my nails left red tracks on the chest of the one below. My other hand was on my clit, rubbing furious circles that multiplied the fire until it became unbearable.

Damián never looked away. His cock was hard under his pants, but he remained still. “Look at her, fuck. Look how she takes it all,” he whispered in a voice that was almost reverent. “She’s a goddess, boys. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

His words carried me away. I rode with even more lust, moaning his name in silence, only for him. The climax came like a cataclysm, an explosion that shook me through and through.

—I’m coming! Don’t stop! —I howled.

I collapsed between them, trembling in aftershocks, a puddle of spent pleasure.

Then Damián finally came over. His rough hands stroked my cheeks. His eyes were blazing with a new lust, his cock tense against the fabric like a caged beast. He unbuckled his belt with a metallic snap and stripped. His cock was bare, thick, veined, ready to claim what was his.

—We’re not done with you, bitch —he said, grabbing my hips with fingers that left marks—. I’m going to fill your ass until you overflow, while my partners come in your mouth.

He flipped me over with precise force and put me on all fours against the backrest. My tits flattened against the leather, my ass in the air. He spat directly on my entrance and pushed in all at once, without a condom, all the way to the balls. My rectum swallowed him whole with a burning stretch. I cried out a rending moan.

—Damián, yes! Fill me, break my ass! —I begged, pushing back to milk him.

He fucked like a madman, one hand dropping to my clit to rub it in furious circles. The partners, meanwhile, aimed their cocks at my mouth like loaded cannons. “Open up, whore,” muttered the one with the laugh. I obeyed. I sucked, alternating, saliva dripping down my chin, their balls slapping my jaw. Damián sped up until I felt the hot gush flooding my rectum in waves. I rubbed my clit furiously and the orgasm convulsed through me again.

The partners couldn’t hold out against the spectacle. The first one exploded in my mouth with a bellow. I swallowed what I could. The second came on my face seconds later, hot semen splashing my lips, cheeks, and tits. Damián withdrew at last and his semen was leaking from my stretched asshole.

I collapsed against the backrest, trembling in a puddle of my fluids and theirs. Damián lifted me with shaking arms and kissed my lips after licking me clean.

—You’re a machine —he said—. And I’m keeping tonight as promised. But only for me, no games.

***

The partners got to their feet with satisfied grunts, their limp cocks hanging like victory flags. The one with the booming laugh patted my ass with a slack hand.

—You’ve done your part, bitch. Now get lost, we’re done with you.

The other threw my crumpled underwear at me as if it were a used rag. Damián, still panting, looked at me with a mixture of pride and calculated coldness. I got dressed with clumsy fingers, the dress clinging to my sweaty skin, the panties soaked and barely holding in the dripping semen. I walked to the door. He walked me out to the street.

—Tonight, same time —he murmured, and shoved me outside with a slap on the ass that made me moan softly.

The door closed behind me with a final click. I walked a few steps down the empty street, the wind drying the sweat on my skin. And then I remembered: my phone. I had left it in the private room. My heart hammered in my chest. I ran back, but the front door was locked. Iván, one of the waiters, was just coming out the service door with two trash bags. I told him I’d been with Damián and needed to get my phone back. He let me in without asking questions.

I moved down the hallway toward the private room, pressed against the wall. Before I got there, I heard deep voices from the office. Laughter. I crept closer on tiptoe. The door was ajar. It was them: Damián and the two partners, the masks still pushed up on their foreheads, drinking whiskey and celebrating like degenerates in their den.

—I’ve never seen an ass that could take so much! —boomed the one with the laugh—. We fucked it like a cheap whore, and I’m sure it could have taken a lot more.

The other partner let out a low, darker laugh. And then he said the thing that froze my blood.

—You’re laughing —he said—. I’ve been waiting for this for years. Do you know who she is? She’s Sofía. My daughter’s best friend. A twenty-three-year-old brat who comes to the house every week with my Carla. I’ve seen her a thousand times swaying that ass around in shorts through my living room, and my cock would get hard as a rock. I was obsessed. I trembled every time I saw her. That’s why I asked for the masks, just in case that little slut recognized me.

—You’re a son of a bitch! —Damián laughed—. But you planned it so well.

—Next time I’ll call her alone —the other went on—. I’ll invent some family excuse, a call from my wife, whatever, and I’ll fuck her in my own bed. My daughter won’t suspect a thing.

I covered my mouth with both hands so I wouldn’t scream. Carla’s father? My best friend since school, the one who told me everything, the one from the strict family with the father so serious he always greeted me with a dry kiss on the cheek. It was him. The man who had just come in my mouth. The one who had fucked my cunt and ass for hours with the cold premeditation of a hunter.

Hot tears rolled down my cheeks, still smeared with dried semen. I tiptoed to the private room, picked my phone up off the floor, and made my way back down the hall in silence, not running, so nobody would hear me. Iván opened the service door for me without looking at my face. I went out into the street and got into the car.

I drove to a roundabout and stopped to vomit on the shoulder, my body still throbbing with pleasure now violated by the truth. I had heard Carla’s father’s voice hundreds of times in her living room, in her kitchen, at family dinners she invited me to. How did I not recognize it? My mind had been clouded by the game, by Damián, by the lust he had lit in me two weeks earlier and never let go out.

Damián had handed me over to a monster disguised as a partner. And that monster planned to come back, now without a mask, now directly to his house, a few meters from the room where my best friend sleeps. I know he abused me because, knowing who he was, I would never have said yes. All I have left now is to plan revenge. But first I have to decide how to protect Carla from the truth about her father. And about me.