Her Two Night Escorts Cashed in the Favor That Night

The night institute clock read eleven oh-three when Sofía stepped out onto the street. The avenue was already dead at that hour: shutters down, a couple of streetlamps flickering, and five blocks of shadow to her building. Always the same route, always the same feeling of holding her breath until she reached the entrance.

She knew every danger by heart. The dogs barking behind the gates, the whistles from the hallways, the car that would occasionally slow down beside her. She walked fast, backpack clutched to her chest and worn sneakers striking the asphalt. A routine of learned fear.

Until one night, weeks earlier, she heard footsteps behind her. Two pairs. Heavy, even, constant. And ever since then, every night, those footsteps had followed her at a distance. They never came closer. Never said a word. They were just there, like a silent escort she had never asked for.

It took her little time to find out who they were. Bruno and Flaco, the two guys in the back row. Bruno had to be twenty-five, his arms covered in tattoos and a cap always turned backward. Flaco was younger, thin but wiry, with a hoop earring and that look of someone who has already seen too much for his age. In class they barely gave her a “hey” and nothing more. But every night, without fail, they left three minutes after her and followed her to the stop.

***

One Friday it was drizzling. The avenue shone with that oily light of rain on asphalt, and Sofía turned the darkest corner of the route. A big man, obviously drunk, planted himself in front of her and blocked her way.

—Hey, gorgeous… how much for spending a while with you? —he slurred, reeking of cheap booze.

Sofía backed up. Fear closed her throat and froze her legs. And then, just like on all those nights, two shadows moved fast. Bruno and Flaco stepped to either side of her, as if they’d always been there.

Bruno spoke without raising his voice, in a calm tone that admitted no argument.

—Keep walking, boss. The lady’s with us.

Flaco didn’t even look him in the face.

—And shut your mouth before we shut it for you.

The drunk muttered something under his breath and vanished into the rain. Sofía was shaking, half from the scare, half from something else she preferred not to name. The two boys didn’t add anything. They just walked with her in the middle until the stop, waited for the bus, and when she got on, they lit a cigarette and left without saying goodbye.

Why are they doing this? Sofía thought, watching them through the window. And why do I like it so much that they are?

***

The following Monday she waited for them on purpose at the institute door. When they came out, she crossed her arms and confronted them.

—I saw you. Every night you walk me home, right?

Bruno scratched the back of his neck, suddenly awkward, like a kid caught doing something.

—It’s nothing, Sofi. You don’t mess with a classmate, that’s all.

Flaco smiled to one side, much looser.

—And besides, you’re way too hot for anything to happen to you on the street. That ass can’t be out alone at these hours.

The comment went through her like a warm current. She felt heat rise up her neck and go straight down to her cunt. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at her like that, without disguise, without fear, with a raw and direct desire.

—Do you want to come have a drink at my place? —she said before she could regret it—. I live two blocks away. I owe you one.

The two of them looked at each other for a second. Then they nodded, almost at the same time.

***

The apartment was small and warm, one room with a kitchenette and a bed that took up half the space. Sofía closed the door, left her backpack on the floor and, instead of going to get glasses, turned around and looked at them straight on.

—The truth is I didn’t bring you here to drink anything —she said, and her voice came out firmer than she expected—. I brought you because I want to thank you. Properly. With my cunt, with my mouth, and with my ass if need be.

Bruno let out a low, deep laugh and took a step closer. The bulge in his jeans was obvious.

—Are you sure about what you’re saying? Because if we start, we won’t stop until we leave your legs shaking.

In answer, Sofía took off her jacket and let it fall. Then, never taking her eyes off them, she pulled her T-shirt over her head and slid out of her jeans. Beneath she was wearing a red lace set: a bra that barely contained her tits and a thong so tiny it disappeared between the lips of her cunt. She had dressed like that that morning. She had planned it.

—More sure than ever —she said—. I want both of you. Inside. Tonight. No rush and no bullshit.

Flaco bit his lip and yanked off his shirt, revealing a dry, defined stomach.

—Look at the quiet girl in the back row —he murmured, running his eyes over her—. Turns out she’s the biggest slut of them all.

—And I like that —she answered, facing him—. I like being your slut tonight.

They led her to the bed between the two of them, not rough but without hesitation. They laid her on her back over the bedspread, and Sofía felt the mattress sink under the weight of the three of them.

***

Bruno leaned in first and kissed her. A slow, deep kiss, his whole tongue inside her mouth, while one of his tattooed hands pushed her bra up and pulled one breast out. He took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed until she moaned against his teeth. Flaco, on the other side, ran an open palm up her thigh, slowly climbing to the edge of her thong, and when he got there he slipped two fingers under it and dragged them over the wet cunt.

—She’s soaked —Flaco said, showing his shining fingers—. Dripping before we even touch her for real.

—Easy —Bruno whispered in her ear—. We’ve got all night. We’re going to fuck you slow, then hard, then both at once. You’ll feel every inch.

She arched her back. Flaco’s mouth went down her neck, over her tits, stopped at one nipple and sucked it into his mouth, biting just enough until Sofía clutched his hair. Bruno went down on the other side, spread her legs wide, and ripped the red thong off her with his teeth. When he saw her cunt open and shining, he let out a growl.

—Look at that pussy —he said—. Pink, small, and all for us.

He ran his tongue over her from bottom to top, slowly, and paused on her clit. He started sucking it with his lips closed, tugging at it while he worked two thick fingers inside and curled them. Sofía cried out and drove her heels into his back.

—Right there, right there, don’t stop, for fuck’s sake —she gasped—. Suck me like that.

Flaco covered her mouth with his so she wouldn’t scream so loudly, while he kept kneading her tits with both hands. Sofía felt Bruno’s tongue circling, his fingers pushing inside, and the orgasm started building deep in her belly.

—I’m coming —she warned against Flaco’s mouth—. I’m coming like this, don’t stop…

Bruno closed his lips over her clit and sucked. Sofía came with her hips lifted off the bed, splashing his face, shaking all over. Before she could come down from it, Bruno stood up at the side of the bed and pulled down his pants. A thick, dark cock sprang out, the tip already gleaming.

Sofía turned her head and, without being asked, took it in her mouth. She licked it first from base to tip, paused at the balls and ran her tongue over them, then took it all the way to her throat. She pulled it out, spat on the tip, and sank down on it again, this time hungrily, helping herself with her hand.

—Look how well the quiet one sucks —Bruno growled, gripping her hair in a fist—. God, like that, deeper. Swallow it all.

She obeyed. She sucked noisily, choking a little every time it hit her throat, eyes full of tears and a dirty smile at the corner of her mouth. Flaco, meanwhile, had stripped completely naked. His cock was longer and thinner, curved upward. He put it in her free hand and Sofía started working both at once, sucking one and jerking off the other, taking turns so neither of them went without a mouth.

—What a girl —Flaco murmured, watching her work—. She was made for this.

Flaco yanked the red thong off her in one pull, tossed it to the floor, and settled between her legs. He spit on his hand, slicked up his cock, and slid it between the lips of her cunt without going all the way in, rubbing it against her clit. Sofía let go of Bruno and pushed her hips up, looking for it.

—Put it in already —she begged—. Don’t play.

—She wants more —Flaco said with a crooked smile—. Look how she moves on her own.

He grabbed her hips and shoved all the way in with one thrust. Sofía let out another scream, this time lower, and arched her whole body. Flaco started moving hard from the first second, pelvis slamming against pelvis, while Bruno moved up beside her and put his cock back in her mouth.

—I want both of you —she panted between thrusts, letting go of Bruno for a second—. At the same time. Really. One in the cunt and the other in the ass.

The two boys looked at each other over her body.

—Are you sure? —Flaco asked, suddenly more serious, without stopping fucking her—. That’s not for just anybody.

—I’m sure —she said, and said it slowly so there’d be no doubt—. I’ve done it before. I can take it. Fuck me between the two of you.

***

Flaco pulled out, lay back in the middle of the bed with his cock standing up, wet and shining. Sofía settled on top of him, facing Bruno, and lowered herself slowly until she felt him enter again, now at the pace she set. She let out a long moan that broke halfway through, eyes closed, hands clutching Flaco’s chest. She started moving on top of him like she was riding him, going up and down on his whole cock, showing Bruno her lifted ass.

—Slowly… —she begged, holding her breath—. Like that, slowly, let me get used to both of you.

Bruno positioned himself behind her. He spat between her ass cheeks, spread the saliva with his thumb, and started massaging her little hole, pressing the tip of his finger just a little. Then he put in one whole finger, then two, opening her slowly while she kept moving over Flaco. When he felt her ready, he spit on his cock, slicked it up well, and rested the tip against her ass. He circled her with one arm, pressed his chest to her back, and spoke in her ear with a calm that made her tremble.

—Take a deep breath and loosen up. We’re going in together. If it hurts too much, you say so and we stop.

—Don’t stop —she panted—. Not for anything. Break me if you have to.

He pushed. The tip gave first, then the rest went in with a long, dark burn that made her bite Flaco’s shoulder. The pressure was brutal, overwhelming: both inside, separated only by a thin wall of flesh, filling her completely. For a second everything was too much. Then her body gave, opened, and the two of them were all the way inside her at once.

—This is… —she couldn’t find the word. There wasn’t one.

—That’s it —Bruno finished for her, his voice broken—. Stay still for a second. Feel it. Feel both cocks inside you.

The three of them stayed motionless, breathing together, Sofía’s body trapped between the two. Flaco grabbed her tits from below and squeezed them. Bruno bit her neck. When she herself started moving, just a little, searching for them, they knew they could go on.

***

They started slowly, finding a shared rhythm. When one thrust, the other pulled out, and vice versa: they never left her empty. Every thrust split her in two different ways, each hole with its own sensation. Her cunt was so wet they could hear the slick sounds every time Flaco entered. Her ass had opened all the way by then and Bruno fucked her harder and harder, gripping her waist to pin her against him.

But control didn’t last long. Soon the three of them were moving together, sweaty, panting, the whole apartment filled with the sound of bodies slamming together, of Sofía’s ass cheeks hitting Bruno’s pelvis, of Flaco moaning beneath her.

—Don’t stop… don’t stop… harder, harder —Sofía repeated like a prayer, head thrown back against Bruno’s shoulder—. Tear me apart between the two of you, you motherfuckers.

Flaco held her hips from below and sought out her tits with his mouth, sucking them one by one. Bruno wrapped around her from behind, one hand on her belly marking where he was entering, the other dropping to her clit and rubbing it with his fingers in the same rhythm as the thrusts.

—Look at what you are —Bruno murmured in her ear, still fucking her ass with short, deep strokes—. Tell me. Tell me what you want, slut.

—I want you to come —she said between gasps—. Both of you. Inside. In the cunt and in the ass, at the same time. I want to feel you filling me.

That sentence was the trigger. Sofía felt something tighten at the center of her body, between the two cocks, and burst all at once. She came with a long, broken cry, her whole body shaking between them, pouring over Flaco’s pelvis, clenching them inside with spasms she couldn’t control. Her cunt tightened around Flaco and her ass clenched around Bruno until they could no longer hold back.

Flaco was the first, grabbing her hips and pushing upward with a rough grunt, emptying himself in long spurts inside her cunt. Sofía felt the heat of the cum filling her and that set Bruno off, who buried his face in her nape, biting her shoulder while he emptied himself too, pulsing inside her ass with thrusts that grew slower and slower. The three of them stayed like that for an eternal moment, trembling, all three breaths turned into one, Flaco’s cock still inside, Bruno’s still inside, semen slowly running down Sofía’s thighs.

When they finally came out, Bruno first and then Flaco, a white thread ran down her buttocks and another slid down the inside of her thigh. Sofía stayed on her knees for a second, legs open and both holes throbbing, feeling emptied and full at once.

***

Then came the calm. They collapsed on the bed in a knot of arms and legs, skin stuck together with sweat and with other things. Sofía ended up in the middle, her head resting on Bruno’s tattooed chest and Flaco’s hand drawing slow circles on her back, every so often sliding down to her reddened ass to caress it.

Nobody spoke for a long time. There was no need.

—So that’s what you were hiding in the back row —Flaco said at last, with a smile she felt against her shoulder—. A beautiful slut who gets fucked by two in the same night.

Sofía laughed, still out of breath.

—And you two watching over me from so far away.

Bruno kissed her forehead and ran his hand through her soaked hair.

—From now on we keep looking after you —he said—. Every night, all the way to your door. And some nights, all the way to your bed.

—And after that? —she asked, looking up at the two of them.

Flaco winked and squeezed one cheek of her ass.

—Then we’ll see. But something tells me we’re going to have to repeat this way of thanking you. And next time we’ll bring a friend, so you can try three.

Sofía smiled, sinking a little deeper between the two warm bodies, feeling them wake again against her skin. Outside, it was still drizzling, the avenue was still dark and dead. But for the first time in a long while, those five blocks home no longer scared her at all.