I’m getting more and more hooked on this double life I lead

The same guys who had already used me a couple of times wrote to me again, the ones who’d met me at the industrial park where I go some weekends to make a bit of extra money. They told me that after months laid off they’d all found jobs again, and they wanted to celebrate in their own way: with a whore like me. Since the holidays were coming up, they joked that this was going to be their company dinner.

From what they’d been telling me, five of the six were separated or divorced, and the sixth had been single his whole life. They’d decided it was cheaper and cleaner to pay for one night than to get tangled up with a relationship again. Almost all of them had ended badly with their exes, so with me, they said, there’d be no drama or arguments the next day. They kept repeating that as if it were an unanswerable argument.

On Friday, ten minutes to ten, I was parking near the single guy’s apartment. I arrived on time, as always. I rang the buzzer and immediately heard his voice.

—Come up, we’re waiting for you —he said, and hung up.

I went up in the elevator wearing a mid-season dress, long-sleeved, with a wide neckline and a flared skirt above the knee. I wasn’t wearing a bra, obviously, and that night I wasn’t wearing underwear either. Freshly showered, with a bit of makeup around my eyes, perfumed, black stockings and heels, and over that a trench coat I took off right there in the elevator so I’d reach upstairs wearing only the dress. In my bag I was carrying only the essentials: the car keys, a few tissues, my toiletry bag. No wallet, no phone, no house keys. I’d left all that in the car on purpose.

When the doors opened, the apartment door was already ajar, just enough to let me know I could go in. That detail told me everything: they were inside waiting for me.

I pushed the door open. I’d barely stepped inside when the man who owned the place appeared naked behind it, shut it with his body, and hugged me from behind. He took the trench coat from my hand and threw it on the floor next to my bag.

—She’s here —he shouted down the hall—. Let’s have some fun.

He held me by the waist as the other four appeared down the hallway, all of them naked too. The first to arrive was the roughest of the bunch, one who had put on weight and let himself go since the last time, with an unkempt beard and a look that made no effort to hide a thing. He grabbed my neckline and yanked the dress until it ripped from top to bottom. He squeezed my breasts and the rest pounced on me, hands everywhere, pushing me toward the living room.

—Fuck, today you’re missing a piece from the collection —one of them said.

The one from the apartment, whom I’ll call Bruno, frowned.

—What’s wrong?

—She’s not wearing anything underneath.

Bruno pulled aside what was left of the dress and confirmed it was true.

—Tell me you’ve got it in your bag —he said, staring at me.

—No. I thought you’d like it better this way.

The others loved the idea, but he didn’t. He liked keeping my thongs; it was one of his quirks.

—With how much you know I like them… —he muttered, and slapped me hard enough to turn my face—. Brace yourself.

***

They took me to the leather sofa, which looked brand new. They’d moved the rug and the coffee table out of the way, and in their place there was a rectangular pouf in the same black leather. One of them stood behind the backrest and grabbed my hair. The other four were jerking off in front of me, waiting. Then Bruno asked me to say out loud why I’d come.

—Tell them what the deal is.

I wasn’t expecting that, and I froze. The one holding my hair yanked back, another squeezed my thigh to make me open my legs, and Bruno insisted, this time closer to my face.

—Come on. Tell us what you want. Do you need cash for the holidays or not?

—Yes —I finally said—. I need the money.

—And in exchange for what? What do we do with you?

I made the instinctive gesture of covering my breasts, and that only made things worse.

—If you cover yourself again, you’ll feel it —he said.

My skin was red, one of their feet pressing between my legs and a hand pulling my hair from behind. When he raised his hand again, I gave in.

—Okay, I’ll say it —I let out, almost voiceless—. I need the money and in exchange I let you use me however you want.

All hell broke loose. The insults, the laughter, the arousal of knowing I’d asked for it myself. This is what undoes me, I thought, and they know it.

The roughest one climbed onto the sofa, held my head with both hands against the backrest, and started fucking my mouth without mercy. I could feel his cock going all the way in, saliva dripping down my chin, while the others took turns between my legs. They held me open between two of them and a third would slam into me like a brute, competing to see who could do it hardest. I was so turned on they went in with no resistance, but each thrust was savage. I came twice without even knowing who was fucking me each time.

When the one in my mouth finished and got off the sofa, Bruno took his place between my legs. Seeing my face soaked, he came closer.

—Open.

I obeyed. What came next was a mix of humiliation and pleasure I still don’t fully understand myself.

***

They took turns like that for a good while, one after another, reminding me the whole time not to scream for the neighbors, even though the ones talking loudest were them. When they got tired, they turned me around, put me on my knees on the floor, and leaned my torso over the leather pouf.

One of them made a move to prep me with his fingers and the others cut him off immediately.

—Don’t prep her. She asked for it. After that, fingers as much as you want.

Bruno lifted me by the hair and looked me in the face.

—This is what you want, right?

—Yes, please —I said.

He arched my back, covered my mouth with one hand, and drove into me from behind in one go, all the way in. I screamed, but nothing could be heard. It hurt, it really hurt, because he did it on purpose. He thrust with all his hip, almost pulling all the way out and then sinking back in. He was sweating so much I could feel the drops falling onto my back.

—Come on, next —he said suddenly, and instantly there was a substitute.

I started moaning louder and Bruno didn’t like it.

—She’s very scream-y today.

And he shoved his cock in my mouth to shut me up, which made me gag harder than I’d expected. They used me like that, front and back, without any order, while marveling that I still came despite everything. At one point they asked me to clean them with my mouth, one after another, without complaining.

When they couldn’t go on anymore, they turned me over, left me lying with my head on the leather, and all five of them came on my face. They’d gone too long without anyone and it showed.

***

—Stay still —Bruno said—. If you move, I’ll dock it.

I stayed motionless, soaked, my face covered, my body marked, everything throbbing. They went to the kitchen, came back with beers, and sat down to talk about me as if I weren’t there, or rather as if I were exactly what I was to them that night.

—She’s good —Bruno said—. The best.

—And on top of that she wants us to treat her like this.

—For twenty bucks an hour, too.

I don’t know how long that went on. Every time one of them got up for another beer, he’d spit on me or give me a squeeze as he passed. The roughest one was the one who broke the pause.

—I’m still going. There’s still plenty left to do with this one.

He lifted my face by the hair and sat on it, forcing me to use my tongue while the others took turns again between my legs. After that they all went through me, one by one.

***

Later they took me to Bruno’s bedroom, where he already had the restraints and a black waterproof sheet spread over the bed. I was wrecked, I swear. They tied me on my back, completely open, and started again, even rougher. When they pulled out, they made me suck them or sat on my face with their backs against the headboard. Then they turned me over and kept going from behind, all five of them.

After that they only untied me to use me several at once, syncing themselves to fill me everywhere. They took turns so everyone went through everything. At one point Bruno tied my wrists back to the bars again while another held me from below, and he started fucking me again, slamming into me, repeating that this was exactly what I was looking for.

The heat in the room was suffocating. I think they had the heating on full blast, and with that plastic sheet I was sweating twice as much. I could barely move. They all took turns after him, copying what he’d done.

—Fuck, she’s so hot used up like this —one of them said.

—You want more, don’t you? —another asked.

And they started spanking me all over with their hands, one of them even with a belt, while they held me open. They didn’t care anymore whether I screamed or how the blows sounded. When they’d left me completely red, they went back to finishing inside me or on me, one after another.

—Four hours —Bruno said, looking at the clock—. The minimum you need.

They left me tied up a little longer, and when they finally untied me they put me in the shower. They came in one by one so I could wash them, while the others watched from the doorway. They’d had everything on them all day and those hours, so you can’t imagine what they smelled like.

***

When I came out, I found Bruno coming toward me with a bucket, a mop, and some rags.

—Now you clean the room, so there aren’t any leaks in the neighbor’s place —he said, half joking.

I got down to mopping naked, picked up the sheet, left it in the terrace laundry area, and made the bed with clean sheets. When I came out of the bedroom, the five of them still weren’t dressed, which surprised me. Bruno turned to them.

—Who wants to say goodbye properly?

I said nothing. I knelt down, put my hands behind my back, and one after another they finished in my mouth. It took a while, because they were on their second or third go and some of them were struggling, but in the end all five came through.

It was after three-thirty when they started getting dressed and leaving. I was left alone with Bruno, him in shorts and a T-shirt, me still naked because they’d destroyed my dress and stockings.

—We had fun —he said—. I hope you’re not hurting too much tomorrow. Though you’re into this, aren’t you?

—If I weren’t into it, I wouldn’t come —I answered—. I always know what I’m coming for.

He looked at me differently, lit up again. He grabbed my hair.

—One more and you’re gone.

He pressed me against the wall and, being much taller, ended up lifting me off the floor to use me one last time from behind. I had what must have been my umpteenth orgasm of the night, and when I was right on the edge, he pulled out and finished on my face while I stayed against the wall, on my knees.

After that he didn’t say a word. He went to his room, came back with the money for each of their four hours, my bag, the trench coat, and my shoes, and threw everything on the floor in front of me.

—Get the hell out already. Until next time. And close the door on your way out.

***

I picked up the money, put on my shoes and the trench coat over my naked skin, and left in a state through the landing. In the elevator mirror I saw my sticky face and hair, my reddened body, the fingerprints all over me. I cleaned myself up as best I could and went to the car.

Every time I’m more surprised by what I can take, and this kind of double life has me completely hooked. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I struggle to admit how much I enjoy it. Another day I’ll tell you about other men, in case you think it’s only these ones who look for me.