Renata Tamed Me in Front of the Window That Night

The stranger had collapsed onto the other bed, breathing raggedly and silently thanking his luck for what chance had placed between his legs. Diego was still sprawled beside him, sweaty and sated, but Renata and I were nowhere near finished. On the contrary: no one had taken care of us yet, and that hotel room with its enormous window promised far too much to waste.

The first thing we did was draw the curtains. The street lay below, alive with its trickle of passersby heading home at that uncertain hour of the morning. Renata took me by the hand and dragged me to the glass, both of us naked and shameless, letting the room's light betray us to anyone who happened to look up.

It didn't take long for them to stop. One at first, then another, followed by a couple pretending to wait for something on the corner. We gave them fuel for their desire: his hands wandered over me while mine teased her, pinching her nipples, fingers getting lost between her legs, all in front of that improvised audience that no longer bothered to hide their interest. Renata took my face in her hands.

—What does the little slut want tonight? —she asked me, while two of her fingers slowly sank into my pussy—. To eat another man for money, eat me, or be my little whore?

All three options appealed to me equally.

But I'd always been far too easy for this sort of thing, and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked her in the eyes, kissed her hungrily, and got down on all fours on the bed, ready for her to do whatever she wanted with me. I spread my knees wide, arched my back, offered and surrendered, waiting for my punishment.

Her hands seized my hips. For an instant I thought she was going to penetrate me right there, but instead she turned me over on the mattress. I was turned on by being able to see the faces of those watching from the street; she, on the other hand, preferred them to see my ass and pussy while she punished me facing the wall. Once I was in position, she pushed my head down to display me even more. I felt her spread my buttocks, part my thighs, knead my crotch without hurry.

And then, without warning, a lash fell across one of my buttocks. First the whistle through the air, then the unmistakable heat of the crop marking my skin. My whole body jolted. Even Diego reacted from the bed. Before I could recover, the second blow landed on the other cheek. Renata had taken this business of being my owner very seriously.

I turned my face backward almost instinctively. She watched me with blazing eyes, while the people on the other side of the glass devoured me with their gazes. I saw the same thing they saw reflected in the window: my ass stuck up in the air, my glistening pussy, my reddened buttocks. A shameless woman about to be taken. Without stopping her watch of the street, Renata kept whipping me with that infernal crop, alternating from one cheek to the other.

I could feel everything heating up at once: her, me, the strangers behind the glass who would sooner or later masturbate while remembering this scene. Every stroke was a jolt, every stranger's gaze more fuel. Diego only got up to sit in the chair in the corner and enjoy watching them enjoy me.

—Your woman is a wild filly —Renata said as she kept setting my rhythm and sank two fingers into me—. That's why she has to be tamed.

She said it in such a calm, composed voice that it frightened me a little more than the crop itself.

She kept chatting with Diego as though I weren't there, never stopping her hands. She knew perfectly well that ignoring me like that made them both even hornier.

—Do you think I can handle such a slut all by myself? —she asked Diego—. Or will I have to ask one of that pack out there for help?

—She's a real whore —he pronounced, his voice hoarse—. If you haven't got something good planned, you'd better call for reinforcements.

While they talked, Renata already had three fingers inside me and was giving my clitoris teasing little taps with the tip of the crop. Feeling used and ignored at the same time dragged me into a state I couldn't control.

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—Have you ever seen how a filly is tamed, Diego? —she continued—. First you have to secure her hind legs properly.

I felt the brush of something made of leather closing around my ankle. While she continued describing every step to my husband, Renata restrained me on the bed: my ankles first, spread apart so I couldn't bring my legs together, then my wrists tied to the headboard. Only my head remained free.

—There, securely fastened, she's ready to be tamed —she said, climbing off the mattress—. All that's missing is the saddle.

She fixed her eyes on mine. She was hiding something between her hands that I couldn't quite make out, but I soon discovered what it was. A double-ended dildo, two silicone cocks joined by a base, which she pushed into my mouth without ceremony.

—This is your saddle, little slut —she murmured—. You'll see how good it looks on you.

My mouth got used to what was coming as I tasted it. Renata pulled it out, brought one end to her own pussy, and, without taking her eyes off me, slowly slipped it inside herself. The other half remained pointed at me as though it truly belonged to her. She fastened some straps to the base, secured it like a harness, and brought it back toward my lips.

It wasn't until she pulled it from my mouth that I realized the plan: she intended to put the whole thing inside me, without a break. I grew nervous. My pussy was more than ready, although its size was intimidating. What frightened me was thinking about the rest of my body, about what would come afterward. I wasn't a virgin to anything, but my body had never flirted with an apparatus like that, and I knew I was going to need help taking it.

Renata was already climbing onto the bed again. The inevitable was drawing near. The silicone tip meant for my pussy toyed between my lips, wetting itself on them, but the rest of me tensed instead of relaxing, closing in on itself by sheer instinct.

Neither of them seemed to notice what I needed. They went on talking about me as though I were a fairground animal, leaving out not a single detail of what awaited me.

—Diego, spread your woman's buttocks wide —Renata ordered without blinking—. And give her a few taps with the crop to open the way.

I felt those familiar hands opening me, and the crop falling in little lashes across the tightest part of me. My pussy grew even wetter, but what I hadn't expected was the rest: each little tap, instead of frightening me, gradually loosened me, surrendering me to that devilish game. They weren't hard blows, barely brushes, and yet each one aroused me a little more.

That was exactly when I lost control. Before I realized what was happening, Renata thrust into me, both cocks at once, driving me against the wall like two hammers. I clung tightly to the bed straps so the invasion would go even deeper.

Renata fucked me like a true Amazon. She mounted me. I was her mare, and she knew it.

—Now you're going to ride like the whore you are —she whispered in my ear.

Her hips thrust with a brutal rhythm, the crop in her hand urging me on like a runaway mount. My body opened completely, my lips wept with pleasure, my nipples stretched taut, ready to burst, my skin burning from the blows. I was nothing but an animal hurtling toward a sick, unstoppable orgasm.

I pushed with every pore of my skin to feel even more of how her hips made me hers. I moaned loudly, not only from pleasure but also to draw breath and endure that assault that never let up.

From his chair, Diego urged Renata to ride me harder. From the tremor in his voice, I knew he was hard again, ready to attack once more. I couldn't see the small crowd pressed against the window, but I felt them in every inch of my body. I knew that night I was becoming the memory and fantasy of a whole crowd of strangers.

All of it, and so much more running through me from side to side, made me feel possessed as never before. Renata moved in and out of me without pause, impaling me alive. My pussy began contracting in waves, my pulse raced, my heart seemed determined to burst out of my chest. And then something exploded inside me: a hot stream burst out before I could hold it back, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, my toes curled, the air escaped my lungs. An orgasm swept through my entire body without mercy, leaving me with an adrenaline rush that nearly drained me dry.

—How can I be such a whore? —I screamed, completely out of control.

As I said it, Renata drove both cocks in to the hilt and left them there, parked in her garage of pleasure, with no intention of releasing her mare just yet.