The Rookie Who Chose Me on My Second Escape

I still had the taste of that first escape in my mouth when I realized I wasn’t going to be able to leave it behind. The nights felt endless as I kept thinking about what I’d discovered, about the way that stranger had gone over my body without asking permission, about how fear had turned into desire. My body remembered everything: a stranger’s cock sinking all the way into my pussy, thick fingers prying my ass cheeks open, hot cum sliding down the insides of my thighs. And my mind wouldn’t stop replaying it while I slipped my hand between my legs night after night and ended up biting the pillow so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

On Saturday afternoon the phone rang. It was Camilo, my husband, calling from the other side of the country to let me know his trip was being extended another week.

—Have fun with your friends —he told me, not knowing his words were clearing the way for me.

I hung up with guilt crawling around the back of my neck, but excitement won out. I went upstairs to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the hot water push me toward the decision I’d already made. I soaped my pussy slowly, parting the lips with two fingers, rinsing each fold, and then I worked the tip of the soap between my ass cheeks and washed back there too, just in case. I came out smelling of jasmine and with my pulse under control.

I dressed with care. The black dress, short, the one I’d only worn once. No panties. High heels. Perfume behind my ears, between my breasts, and a drop between my thighs, right where the hair at my cunt was starting to show beneath the hem. Heavy makeup, almost vulgar. In the mirror I didn’t recognize myself, and I liked that: I looked like a whore, and that woman in the mirror had a painted mouth that said she was going out to get her cunt broken open.

I called Lucía, my friend in the trade. She was working that night at the same dump as last time.

—I’ll be waiting, queen —she said with a laugh—. Bring your thirst.

Then I called the taxi. Damián, the driver who already knew me, promised to come by at ten sharp. When the horn sounded outside my door, I threw on a long coat so the neighbors wouldn’t see me leaving dressed like that.

—I’m serious, every time you get in you look hotter —he said, looking at me in the rearview mirror—. Makes a guy want to take you somewhere else.

—Shut up and drive —I said, laughing under my breath.

We talked nonsense during the ride. Damián understood the rules: no personal questions, no suggestions. His job was to take me there and bring me back, and the rest was none of his business.

—Same time for the ride back? —he asked when he parked.

—Four in the morning, yes. Don’t fall asleep.

I got out and crossed into the club. Red lights, the smell of perfume mixed with alcohol, music barely audible over the voices. Lucía spotted me from her table and raised her hand. When I got there, she kissed me on the cheek and pointed at the seat beside her.

—Look at you. Your eyes are shining.

—I’m hungry, that’s different.

—Hungry for what, slut? —she whispered, laughing—. Cock or cash?

—Both. But cock first.

I ordered four glasses of wine from the waiter. We toasted. I told Lucía I wanted to have an even better night than the first one, and she laughed.

—Careful what you wish for.

Less than twenty minutes had passed when a waiter came over. He leaned toward me and spoke quietly.

—Excuse me. There’s a customer asking for you.

—Who?

—A new guy. He just walked in. He asked for the prettiest one and I picked you —he smiled, conspiratorial—. He looks very young, but he showed ID. And he tips like money means nothing to him.

Lucía burst out laughing when the waiter walked away.

—You hit the jackpot, friend. A newbie, loaded, and all yours. Go meet him.

***

I saw him before he saw me. Sitting alone at a table in the corner, back very straight, freshly cut hair, hands on the tablecloth as if he were waiting for a job interview. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-two. A white shirt, carefully ironed. If it hadn’t been for the drink in front of him, I would have sworn he’d walked into the wrong place.

—Hi —I said, sitting down beside him—. I hear you wanted to talk to me.

—Yes —he answered, and his voice cracked—. Sorry. Yes.

I asked the waiter for a bottle of whiskey. While they poured us drinks, I took his hand over the tablecloth. It was ice-cold. I ran my thumb over his knuckle and noticed he was breathing faster.

—Tell me your name.

—Tomás.

—And what are you doing here, Tomás?

He swallowed a whole drink before answering. Then another. It took him a while to work up the courage.

—I’m getting married in three months.

I raised my eyebrows.

—Congratulations.

—No, that’s not it. It’s just… I’ve never been with a woman. Not one. And I don’t want her to realize I don’t know what I’m doing. I thought if someone taught me first, I could get to my wedding night without… making a fool of myself.

I looked at him in silence for a few seconds. His ears were red. He had trouble holding my gaze.

—And why me?

—Because when I came in, you were the first one I saw. And because you didn’t seem… —he hesitated— you didn’t seem aggressive.

I smiled. I straightened the collar of his shirt. Under the table, I put my hand on his thigh and slowly slid it up until it brushed the bulge in his pants. He gave a tiny jump.

—I’m going to teach you everything you need to know. How to suck cock, how to fuck me, how to make your girlfriend scream your name. But first you’re going to drink another glass, you’re going to dance with me, and you’re going to relax those shoulders. All right?

He nodded like a model student while I squeezed his cock through the fabric and felt it start to swell under my palm.

***

The music quieted down near midnight. I took him to the dance floor. His arms were stiff, he didn’t know where to put them, so I took his hands and placed them on my waist.

—Lower. That’s it. Don’t be afraid.

I lowered his hands myself to my ass and pressed them there with mine over the top. I started moving against him very slowly. Just enough for him to feel my hips brushing him, for my thigh to slip between his and press his cock in a straight line. Three minutes was all it took. I felt him hardening against my belly, felt the whole thing taking shape under his pants, long and thick, and I felt him run out of air every time I ground my pussy against his.

—Are you okay? —I whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe.

—Better than okay —he murmured.

—You can feel it, Tomás. It’s rock hard. And I want it for myself.

Back at the table, his shyness took over again. He had me sitting beside him, his arm around my shoulders, but he didn’t dare do any more. I lowered my hand and ran my fingers over his pants without hiding it. I found him rock hard. I grabbed his cock through the fabric and milked him from top to bottom three times, feeling his stomach clench.

—I think you’re ready now.

—Yes. Please.

I explained how to pay for my time at the bar. I gave him my fee upfront. We went out into the street and walked four blocks to a discreet hotel where all the girls from the club went. He held my hand like we were a couple and that, instead of bothering me, even seemed sweet.

***

In the room, Tomás stood in the middle, looking at me as if he expected instructions.

—Come here —I said, taking him by the arm—. Sit here.

I sat him on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time. He had a smooth chest, a flat stomach. When I opened his belt, I saw his hands trembling on his knees. I pulled his pants down to his ankles and with them his briefs.

And then I saw it.

I didn’t know what to say for several seconds. What Tomás had between his legs didn’t match his boyish face, or his shy voice, or that girlfriend waiting for him in some quiet neighborhood home. It was a huge cock, thick as my wrist, long, veins running the length of the shaft, and a swollen purplish head already leaking a clear thread from the tip. His balls, hanging heavy underneath, tightened on their own with every breath. And I wasn’t exaggerating for myself.

—Is something wrong? —he asked, scared.

—No, my love. It’s just that you’re not as much of a rookie as you thought. With that cock of yours, you’re going to kill your wife.

I laid him back on the bed. I took his sex in my hand and couldn’t even wrap my whole hand around it; I stroked him from the base to the head, squeezing, feeling him throb against my palm. I knelt between his legs and ran my tongue along the whole length, from his balls to the tip, and then I took him into my mouth. Only half of it would fit. He closed his eyes and let out a long breath, almost a moan.

—Oh, God —he murmured—. No one’s ever… no one’s ever done that to me.

—Shut up and enjoy it.

I sucked him slowly, taking him out, spitting on him so he’d slide easier, taking him back in until the tip hit the back of my throat and tears came to my eyes. With my hand I worked what wouldn’t fit, twisting it, squeezing the shaft. I licked his balls one by one, took them into my mouth, sucked them while I kept jerking him off. Tomás grabbed the sheets and started moving his hips against my face without meaning to.

—Wait, wait —he said, voice breaking—. I’m going to cum if you keep going.

I stopped and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

—Wait —I told him—. I’m going to put the condom on you myself.

I tried. It wouldn’t fit. I tried again, stretching the latex as far as it would go, and nothing. I ended up handing it to him.

—Try it yourself. I’ll get ready.

I sat on the bed, opened my dress at the top, pulled my tits out, and sat there naked from the waist up with my nipples already hard. Then I lay back, spread my legs wide, and showed him my pussy open and shining. I slid two fingers inside and pulled them out wet. I opened the lube and spread it inside myself, burying three fingers up to the knuckles until I felt slippery and wide. I put some on him too, over the condom already in place, jerking him slowly to spread it around.

—Now listen to me carefully, Tomás —I said, looking him in the eye—. What you’ve got there is a lot for anyone. If you go in with one single shove, you’re going to hurt your girlfriend and you’re going to hurt me. You have to go slowly. Little by little.

—Slowly —he repeated, as if memorizing it.

***

I lay on my back and spread my legs until they were by my ears. I guided him with my hand to the entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against my wet lips, up and down, to coat it properly. He pushed. I felt the first part go in, the widest, forcing my cunt to stretch around that thick head, and my body opened around him in a sensation that was somewhere between pleasure and alarm. Tomás, instead of stopping, pushed all the way in with one movement, until I felt his balls hitting my ass and his pubic bone crushing my clit.

I screamed.

—Wait, wait —I said, pushing him away with my hands—. I told you slowly, damn it.

—Sorry. Sorry.

—Come here. Lie down yourself.

I climbed on top. That way I could control it. I took his cock in one hand, got it positioned, and lowered myself centimeter by centimeter, biting my lip, letting my body get used to a size it wasn’t ready to take all at once. I felt myself opening on the inside, felt every millimeter filling me more, pressing the walls apart until I reached the base and ended up sitting on his pubis, completely impaled.

—My God —I panted—. You’re all the way in.

When I felt ready, I started moving up and down, slowly, setting a rhythm that felt good to me. I lifted my hips almost until he slipped out, saw the shaft shining with my juices, and let myself fall back down to the bottom again. I took his hands and put them on my tits.

—Squeeze them. Like that. See? Like this. Slowly. Feel it. Do you see?

—Yes —he panted—. Yes.

I put a nipple in his mouth and he sucked too hard, like someone trying to get water out of a rock. I held his face with both hands.

—Softer. With your tongue. Lick it, don’t bite it. It’s not a fight.

He learned fast. I felt him adjusting, taking my waist without squeezing, following my movements without forcing them, starting to lift his hips to slam into me from below every time I came down. I leaned forward so my clit brushed against his belly with every motion and sped up. The cock went in and out of me, sloshing, and I could hear the wet sound of my soaked cunt swallowing it again and again.

—I’m going to cum —I warned him—. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, you son of a bitch, don’t stop.

When the orgasm hit me, it hit dense and long, with a tremor that started in my clit and ran up my spine; I clenched all around him and stayed still on top, mouth open, feeling my pussy contract in waves around his cock. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t miss it.

Then I lay on my back again. He settled on top of me, between my open legs.

—Again. Same as before.

He started out right. Slowly. Attentive. He braced himself on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush me and came in with long thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back into me. But at some point, in the second or third minute, he lost control. He grabbed my waist with both hands, lifted my hips off the mattress, and sank into me with all his strength. His thrusts turned brutal, one after another, nonstop, with no measure, his cock driving into me until it hit something it shouldn’t have touched. I felt the pain rise from the center of my body, a deep burn that went through me from pussy to stomach. I clenched my teeth and grabbed the sheets. The bed hit the wall, his balls slapped my ass with every stroke, and he breathed like an animal over me.

—Tomás —I tried to say. He didn’t hear me.

—I’m coming —he growled—. I’m coming, I’m coming…

Until he let out a shout that seemed to come from very deep inside, held me pinned against the mattress with his cock buried to the root, and stayed like that, emptying himself in long spasms inside the condom. I felt every beat of his cock releasing, every hot shot hitting me inside. I closed my eyes and endured it.

***

When he finally pulled out, his cock came free with a wet sound and I felt a burning emptiness inside. I dragged myself to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stayed under the hot water longer than I should have, legs spread, letting the stream fall directly on my swollen cunt. I slid two fingers inside and noticed I was still trembling in there, still open. The pain was real, but so was the strange, dark feeling of having been taken by something bigger than me. I didn’t know how to name it.

I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Tomás was still awake. And still hard. His cock was lifting again, pointing at the ceiling, as if the first condom had never happened.

—I’m leaving —I told him.

—Wait —he answered—. Again. Please.

He took out his wallet and handed me more bills than he had the first time. I looked at him. I weighed the exhaustion, the pain, my cunt still throbbing, and also the pride of knowing I was desired like that. I accepted.

—But now you’re going to obey me. No exceptions.

—I promise.

I made him shower first. When he came back, fresh, hair wet and that look of his halfway between lamb and predator, I lay back on the bed and told him to come slowly. I put on a new condom myself, sliding it on with my mouth, choking on it to get it positioned properly. I took him by the neck and whispered in his ear everything he had to do.

—First you lick my pussy. You start with the lips, on the outside, and move up slowly. When you get to the top, you look for a hard little button, that’s my clit. Suck it softly, like it’s candy. And you put two fingers inside me, curling them upward. You’re going to see.

He went down between my legs. He started clumsy, but I guided his head with my hand, pressed the back of his neck against my cunt when he did it right, yanked his hair when he got it wrong. He learned. I taught him to eat me slowly, to bury his tongue between my folds, to suck my clit with his lips while he finger-fucked me. He made me come like that, mouth glued to my cunt and both hands gripping my ass.

Then I turned him onto his back and climbed on top of him backward, my ass pointing at his face. I sank down until I was impaled and moved slowly, so he could see his cock going in and out. I asked him to spit in my ass hole and to open it with his thumb while I rode him. He did. I felt his finger entering my asshole at the same time his cock filled my pussy, and that double sensation made me tremble all over.

Then doggy style. I got on all fours and he went in behind me. I taught him to grab my hair, to slap my ass at the right moment, to move in circles instead of just forward. I taught him to stop when he felt himself about to cum and wait thirty seconds, squeezing the base of his cock with his hand, so he’d last longer. By the time he started again, I was already ready for another orgasm, and he was still hard as if he’d never finished at all.

I ended up with four orgasms in a row, my face pressed into the pillow, screaming his name between the sheets, my cunt dripping down the insides of my thighs and the feeling that I’d done a charitable act.

When we were done, Tomás sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me as if I were a person and not a body.

—Thank you —he said—. Really. Thank you.

***

Damián was waiting for me on the corner by the club at four, just like we’d agreed. I got into the back seat without saying a word. He understood there was no room for jokes tonight, and he drove in silence until he dropped me at home.

I turned on the bathroom light and looked at myself in the mirror. My mouth was swollen, there was a mark on my neck, my nipples were red from so much sucking, and my thighs were trembling. I spread my legs in front of the mirror and looked at my cunt: red, swollen, the lips thicker than usual, still shining. When I washed myself, I saw a red thread sliding down the drain. Something inside me had torn open, something small but real.

I wasn’t scared. I brought my fingers to the edge and breathed slowly. I thought about that unknown girl who in three months was going to marry Tomás, not knowing what waited for her on her wedding night, or who had cleared the path for her, or that the cock that was going to split her open had already been tamed first in my bed. I thought about Camilo, who would come back on Monday with airport gifts and a tired smile, and who would shove his little cock into me without suspecting his wife had been wrecked by a twenty-two-year-old kid. I thought about Lucía and her laughter, about Damián and his silence, about myself in front of the mirror, with that face that was no longer entirely mine.

And beneath the pain, in a place I didn’t want to look at head-on, I knew I was going to come back.