The More I Get 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 met me at the industrial estate where I go on some weekends to make a little extra money. They told me that after months laid off they’d all found work again, and they wanted to celebrate in their own way: with a whore like me. Since the holidays were coming up soon, they laughed as they said this was going to be their company dinner.

From what they’d told me over time, 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 start complicating things with a partner 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, at ten to ten, I was parking near the single guy’s apartment. I arrived on time, as always. I rang the intercom and heard his voice right away.

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

I rode up in the elevator wearing a transitional-season dress, long-sleeved, with a wide neckline and a full 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 on my eyes, perfumed, in stockings and black heels, and over that a trench coat that I took off in the elevator itself so I could get upstairs in nothing but the dress. In my bag I was carrying only the essentials: 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 tell me I could go in. That detail told me everything: they were inside waiting for me.

I pushed the door open. Hardly had I stepped inside when the owner of the place appeared naked behind it, closed 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 the bag. I felt his cock, already half-hard, pressed against my ass over the fabric of the dress, and his hand sliding up my thigh to check, without any hesitation, that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

—She’s here —he shouted toward the hallway—. Let’s have fun.

He held me around the waist while the other four appeared down the hall, all of them naked too, cocks out and hard at different stages. The first to arrive was the roughest one in the group, the one who had put on weight and let himself go since last time, with an unkempt beard and a look that made no attempt to hide anything. He grabbed my neckline and yanked the dress until it split from top to bottom. He squeezed my breasts, pinched my nipples until I was gasping, and the rest piled on top of me, hands everywhere, fingers slipping into my cunt and my ass without warning, pushing me toward the living room.

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

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

—What’s wrong?

—She’s got nothing on underneath.

Bruno pulled aside what was left of the dress and checked that it was true. He slid two fingers between my legs and brought them out glistening.

—Tell me you brought it in your bag —he said, staring straight at me, and he took his wet fingers to the mouth of the guy next to him, who sucked them like it was nothing.

—No. I thought you’d like me better like this.

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

—And you know how much I like them… —he muttered, and slapped me hard enough to turn my face—. Get ready. Tonight I’m going to collect it all back.

***

They took me to the leather sofa, which looked brand new. They had moved the rug and the coffee table, 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 masturbating in front of me, waiting, their hard cocks at my face level, each one different, some thicker, others longer, all of them dripping already. Then Bruno asked me to say out loud what I’d come for.

—Tell them what the deal is.

I hadn’t expected that and I blanked. The one holding my hair pulled back, another squeezed my thigh to make me open my legs, and Bruno insisted, this time closer to my face, rubbing the tip of his cock over my lips.

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

—Yes —I said at last—. I need the money.

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

I made the instinctive move to cover my breasts, and that only made things worse.

—If you cover yourself again, you’re going to feel it —he said.

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

—Fine, I’ll say it —I blurted out, almost voiceless—. I need the money and in exchange you get to fuck me however you want, wherever you want, as much as you want. You can use all of me.

Everything exploded. The insults, the laughter, the thrill of the fact that 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 shoved his cock into my mouth in one brutal thrust until the tip hit my throat and I gagged. He started fucking my mouth relentlessly, gripping my hair, setting the rhythm with his hips. I could feel his shaft going all the way in, swollen, throbbing against my tongue, saliva overflowing from the corners of my mouth and running down my chin to my tits. Every time he pulled out, I’d take a breath for a second before he slammed it back down my throat until his balls hit my chin with each thrust. Meanwhile, the others took turns between my legs. They held me open between two of them and a third fucked me like an animal, competing to see who could do it harder. I was so turned on, so wet, you could hear the slapping when they went in and out. Every new cock was different: one thicker and opening me up in one go, another longer and reaching the bottom of my belly, another going straight to my spot and making my legs shake. I could feel one of them coming inside me, then pulling out and another sliding in right after, using the first man’s cum to slip in easier. I came twice without even knowing who was fucking me at each moment, with my mouth full and only able to make muffled moans.

When the one in my mouth finished, he pulled back for a second, grabbed his cock, and shot a stream of hot cum between my face and tongue, forcing me to swallow what spilled into my mouth. He stepped down from the sofa and Bruno took his place between my legs. Seeing my face soaked with saliva and semen, he leaned in.

—Open.

I obeyed. He shoved his cock all the way down my throat and held it there, waiting, until tears sprang to my eyes. He pulled out, let me breathe for a second, and drove it back in again. Then he lowered himself, yanked my legs apart, and pushed into me all at once. He stayed still for a moment, feeling how tightly I was clenching him, and started pumping into me while looking me in the eyes, spitting in my face as he told me filthy things. What came next was a mix of humiliation and pleasure I don’t even 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 speaking loudly were them. They kept turning me over every couple of minutes, riding me cowboy-style on top of the one lying on the sofa, forcing me to ride him myself, driving him in as deep as possible while another one held my tits from behind and yet another shoved his cock in my mouth. When they got bored with that position, they turned me around, put me on my knees on the floor, and rested my torso on the leather pouf, ass lifted high and legs spread.

One of them made a move to prep my ass with his fingers and the others cut him off instantly.

—Don’t prep her. She asked for it. Then, fingers if you want.

Bruno lifted me by the hair and looked at my face.

—That’s what you want, right? In the ass, raw, one after the other?

—Yes, please —I said.

He arched my back with a hand on my nape, covered my mouth with the other, and penetrated my ass in one stroke, all the way in, never stopping the thrusts until I could feel his balls crushed against me. I screamed, but no sound came out. It hurt, it really hurt, because he was doing it on purpose, because he was opening me wider than I was used to. He drove with all his hips, almost pulling out completely and then sinking back in to the hilt, setting a savage rhythm. He spat on the hole to ease it a little, and kept ramming even harder. He was sweating so much I could feel drops falling onto my back, sliding down to my ass, mixing with what was already pouring out of me. Another one slid his fingers into my cunt while Bruno kept going from behind, and I felt the fingers brushing against the cock through the thin wall between the two, and I shouted against the hand covering my mouth because I came right there, clenching everything.

—Come on, another one —he said suddenly, yanked out, and instantly there was a replacement spearing me from behind again.

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

—She’s very loud today.

And he shoved his into my mouth to shut me up, still hot from being inside my ass, with that taste that made me gag unexpectedly. He jammed it in anyway, forcing me to suck the whole thing all the way down to my throat. They used me like that, front, back, and mouth, without order, switching holes every few minutes, while they marveled that I was still coming despite everything. At one point they asked me to clean the cocks they’d just pulled out of my ass with my mouth, one after another, without protesting, and I did, sucking and licking each one as they told me, with my hands behind my back.

When they couldn’t go on any longer, they turned me over, laid me down with my head on the leather, and positioned the five of them in a semicircle, jerking themselves furiously over my face. One after another they came on me: on my lips, on my tongue, on my eyelids, in my hair, on my neck. Thick, long spurts, falling everywhere. They had gone far too long without anyone and it showed in the amount. By the time the last one finished, my face was literally covered, strings of semen hanging from my chin down to my tits.

***

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

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

—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 it went on. Every time one of them got up for another beer, he’d spit in my face or squeeze a tit as he passed, or stick two fingers in my cunt to check how I had it and then wipe them on my hair. The roughest one was the one who broke the pause. His cock was hard again already.

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

He lifted my face by the hair and sat on it, crushing his balls against my chin and driving his cock down my throat, forcing me to use my tongue while the others started taking turns between my legs again. I could feel the hairy mouth of the ass against my nose, breathing it in, while he moved forward and back using my face as if it were just another hole. Then he made me lick his balls and ass too, one by one, without getting off me. They all went by, one after another, sitting on my face while another one fucked me from below, and so on, without pause.

***

Later they took me to Bruno’s bedroom, where he already had the restraints ready and a black waterproof sheet spread over the bed. I was wrecked, I swear. They tied me on my back, wrists to the bars of the headboard, ankles spread and secured to the foot of the bed, completely open, unable to close my legs or arms, and started again, even rougher. They took turns between my legs while another one rode my face. When they came out of me they made me suck them clean or sat on my face propped up against the headboard, rubbing my ass against my nose and mouth. Then they turned me over, still tied up, and propped pillows under my hips to leave my ass high in the air. They kept going from behind, all five of them, one after another, not pulling out until they came inside, and the next one was already lined up waiting his turn.

After that they freed me only to use me with several at once, syncing themselves to fill me everywhere. One lying underneath with his cock in my cunt, another from behind in my ass pushing to the same rhythm, a third in my mouth to the hilt, and the other two at my sides jerking off against my cheeks or slipping two fingers wherever they could. I could feel the two cocks inside rubbing against each other, stretching me from within to the exact point just before breaking me, and I came screaming around the one in my mouth. They kept rotating so that everyone went through everything, and every change was a new combination. At one point Bruno tied my wrists to the bars again while another one held me from below with his cock buried in my ass, and he fucked my cunt again, wedged in with the other, pounding me, repeating that this was exactly what I was after, two cocks at once, and that if I couldn’t take it I should say so. I didn’t say so.

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, slipping, my skin sticking to itself. I could barely move. They all took turns copying what he had done, double penetration with different partners, some even trying all three holes at once when one of them finished and another had a free mouth.

—Fuck, she looks so good like this, used up —one of them said, with two fingers buried in my ass while he fucked my cunt.

—You want more, don’t you? —another asked, slapping me in the face with his cock.

And they started spanking me with their hands all over my body, on my tits, on my thighs, between my legs, on my open cunt and on my ass, one even with a belt, while they held me open. They didn’t care anymore whether I screamed or how the blows sounded. When they had me completely red, with my ass marked and my tits on fire, they came inside me or on me again, one after another. I lost count of how many loads I had on me, inside my mouth, my cunt, my ass, on my face and tits.

—Four hours —Bruno said, looking at his watch—. The minimum you need.

They left me tied up a little longer, legs open and everything leaking out of me onto the plastic, and when they finally freed me they put me in the shower. They came in one by one so I could wash them with my hands and mouth, while the others watched from the doorway and made comments. I soaped their cocks, sucked them to rinse them, washed their balls, and some of them even their ass when they asked me to, crouched under the spray. They’d been at it all day and all those hours, so you can’t imagine what they were like, or what the shower tray ended up looking like.

***

As I came out, I found Bruno approaching with a bucket, a mop, and some cloths.

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

I got to work mopping naked, bent over, picked up the filthy black sheet, left it in the terrace laundry area, and made the bed with clean sheets. When I left the bedroom, the five of them were still not dressed, sitting on the sofa with their cocks half-hard again, which surprised me. Bruno turned to them.

—Who wants to say goodbye properly?

I didn’t say anything. I knelt in the middle of the living room, put my hands behind my back, and one after another they came over to me. I opened my mouth, let them shove themselves all the way in, sucked with my tongue, lips tight, swallowed my spit, and went back for more. It took a while, because they were already on their second or third round and some of them had trouble getting started. One of them I had to finger from behind while I sucked him off, and that’s how he came. Another pulled out at the end and shot all over my face. The last one I had to jerk off with both hands, take his balls into my mouth one at a time and suck them until he let go on my tongue. In the end all five went through, and I swallowed what I could.

It was after three-thirty when they started dressing and leaving. I was left alone with Bruno, him in shorts and a T-shirt, me still naked because they had torn my dress and stockings to pieces.

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

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

He looked at me differently, lit up again, with his cock bulging under his shorts. He yanked them down and grabbed my hair.

—One more and you’re gone.

He pinned me against the hallway wall and, since he’s much taller, made me turn around, facing the wall. He crouched down, licked my cunt and ass from behind, sucking me for a long while on his knees until he left me trembling. Then he stood up, ended up lifting me off the floor by my hips, and shoved his cock back into my ass, with my legs hanging at the sides, nothing to brace myself on except the wall with my hands. He impaled me and lifted me up and down by brute force, fucking me in the air, biting my neck. I had some number of orgasms that night, clenching my ass around his cock, and when he was just about there, he dropped me suddenly, pulled out, turned my face by the hair, and finished over my mouth and face while I stayed against the wall, now on my knees, sticking out my tongue as he asked.

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

—Now get the fuck out. Until next time. And close the door on your way out.

***

I picked up the money, put on my shoes and trench coat over bare skin, with semen still running down the insides of my thighs, and left for the landing looking like a mess. In the elevator mirror I saw my face and hair sticky, my body red, finger marks everywhere, my swollen nipples showing through the trench coat’s neckline. I wiped myself off 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, just in case you think only these ones come looking for me.