Renata Domesticated Me in Front of the Window That Night

The stranger had collapsed onto the other bed, gasping, silently thanking his luck for the fortune chance had dropped between his legs. Diego was still lying beside him, sweaty and sated, but Renata and I were nowhere near finished. On the contrary: nobody had taken care of us yet, and that hotel room with its huge picture window promised far too much to waste it.

The first thing we did was draw back the curtains. The street was right there below, alive, with its trickle of passersby heading home at that uncertain hour before dawn. Renata took my hand and dragged me to the glass, both of us naked, shameless, letting the light from the room betray us to anyone who happened to look up.

They didn’t take long to stop. One first, then another, then a couple pretending to wait for something on the corner. We fueled their desire: her hands roamed over me and mine teased her, pinching her nipples, fingers disappearing between our legs, all in front of that improvised audience that no longer even bothered to hide it. Renata took my face in both hands.

—What does this little slut want tonight? —she said, while two of her fingers sank slowly into my cunt—. To suck off another guy for money, fuck me, or be my little whore?

All three options appealed to me equally.

But I’ve always been far too easy for this, and I couldn’t help 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 up and surrendered, waiting for my punishment.

Her hands gripped my hips. For a moment I thought she was going to fuck me right there, but instead she turned me over on the mattress. What turned me on was being able to see the faces of the people watching from the street; she, on the other hand, preferred that they see my ass and my cunt while she punished me facing the wall. Once I was in position, she pushed my head down to display me even more. I could feel her prying my ass cheeks apart, spreading my thighs, kneading my cunt without hurry.

And then, without warning, a lash came down on one of my cheeks. First the whistle in 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 was taking this business of being my owner very seriously.

I turned my face back almost on instinct. She was watching me with burning eyes, and people were devouring me from the other side of the glass. I saw the same thing they saw reflected in the window: my ass high in the air, my cunt shining, my reddened cheeks. A shameless slut about to be taken. Without stopping looking outside, Renata kept lashing me with that infernal crop, alternating one cheek and then the other.

I could feel how everything was heating up at once: her, me, the strangers behind the glass who sooner or later would be masturbating as they remembered this scene. Every strike was a jolt, every чужой glance another fuel. Diego only got up to sit in the chair in the corner and enjoy the way they were enjoying me.

—Your wife is a wild filly —said Renata while she kept setting the rhythm and sank two fingers into me—. That’s why she needs to be broken in.

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

She kept chatting with Diego as if I weren’t there, without stopping touching me. She knew perfectly well that ignoring me like that made both of them even hornier.

—Do you think I can handle such a filthy bitch on my own? —she asked Diego—. Or am I going to have to ask one of that pack out there for help?

—She’s a very dirty whore —he declared, his voice rough—. If you don’t have something good lined up, you’d better go get reinforcements.

While they talked, Renata already had three fingers inside me and was tapping my clit with the tip of the crop, sending filthy little shocks through me. Feeling used and ignored at the same time dragged me into a state I couldn’t control.

***

—Have you ever seen how a filly is broken in, Diego? —she went on—. First you have to secure her hind legs properly.

I felt the brush of something leather closing around my ankle. While she kept narrating every step to my husband, Renata was binding me to the bed: first my ankles, spread so I couldn’t bring my legs together, then my wrists tied to the headboard. Only my head was left free.

—There, properly secured, she’s ready for breaking in —she said, getting off the mattress—. All that’s left is to put the saddle on her.

She fixed her eyes on mine. She was hiding something in her hands that I couldn’t quite make out, but it didn’t take long to find out. A double dildo, two silicone cocks joined by a single base, which she shoved 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 while I tasted it. Renata took it out, brought one of the ends to her own pussy, and, without taking her eyes off me, slowly slid it inside. The other half remained pointed at me as if it were truly hers. She adjusted some straps at the base, secured it like a harness, and brought it back to my lips.

It wasn’t until she took it out of my mouth that I realized what her plan was: she meant to put it all the way in, without mercy. I got nervous. My cunt was more than ready, though the size was intimidating. What frightened me was the rest of my body, what would come after. I wasn’t a virgin to anything, but my body had never flirted with such an apparatus, and I knew I was going to need help to take it.

Renata was climbing back onto the bed already. The inevitable was getting closer. The silicone tip meant for my cunt teased between my lips, wetting against them, but the rest of me was tensing instead of relaxing, closing in on itself by pure instinct.

Neither of them seemed to notice my need. They kept talking about me as if I were a circus animal, leaving out not a single detail of what awaited me.

—Diego, spread your wife’s ass cheeks wide —Renata ordered without blinking—. And give her a few lashes with the crop to open the way.

I felt those familiar hands prying me open, and the crop falling in little lashes over the tightest part of me. My cunt grew even wetter, but what I hadn’t expected was the rest: each little tap, instead of frightening me, loosened me up, surrendering me to that damned game. They weren’t hard blows, barely brushes, and yet each one unsettled me a little more.

That was exactly when I lost control. Before I even realized it, Renata drove into me all at once, both cocks at the same time, shoving me against the wall like two hammers. I clung hard to the bed straps so the invasion could go even deeper.

Renata fucked me like a true amazon. She rode 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 brutal rhythm, the crop in her hand driving me on like a runaway mount. My body opened completely, my lips ached with pleasure, my nipples were taut and about to tear, my skin burning from the blows. I was nothing but an animal hurtling toward a filthy, unstoppable orgasm.

I pushed with every pore of my skin to feel more of the way her hips were making me hers. I moaned loudly, not only from pleasure, but also to get air and endure that relentless pounding.

Diego, from his chair, urged Renata to ride me with even more force. From the way his voice trembled, I knew he was hard again, ready to attack once more. I couldn’t see the little crowd pressed up against the window, but I felt it in every inch of my body. I knew that night was turning me into the memory and fantasy of a whole lot of strangers.

All that, and much more moving through me from side to side, made me feel possessed like never before. Renata went in and out of me without mercy, spearing me alive. My cunt began to clench in waves, my pulse raced, my heart seemed to want to leap out of my chest. And then something exploded inside me: a hot gush burst out without my being able to hold it back, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, my toes curled, the air rushed out of my lungs. An orgasm went through me from end to end, without pity, leaving me with such an adrenaline rush it nearly dried me out.

—How can I be so fucking slutty? —I screamed, out of control.

As I said it, Renata drove the two cocks all the way in and left them there, parked in her pleasure garage, with no intention whatsoever of letting her mare go yet.