I Came Back at Night So the Two Strangers Could Use Me
I had promised him I would come back. That same night, after the older man took what innocence I had left against the wall of that room, I whispered in his ear that I would return in a few days so the two of them could fuck me their own way. It wasn’t a courtesy promise. It was the only thing I thought about all week, touching myself in bed every night while thinking about their cocks, soaking the pillow with saliva as I shoved two fingers up my ass, imagining they were them.
Tuesday was my day off. I prepared everything early, with that anxiety that rises in my stomach when I know something forbidden is waiting for me. White thong, white garter belt, white stockings, and underneath it all, red fishnets that only I knew I was wearing. A short black skirt with white ruffles. A small coat, also black, because the early morning was going to be cold.
Over everything, I put on a pair of men’s trousers and black boots. No one I passed on the street would have imagined what I was hiding underneath. That was part of the game: walking among ordinary people with a secret pressed against my skin, my ass already lubricated from home because I had worked a little oil in with my fingers before leaving, knowing that this time they were going to fuck me from behind.
I left after eleven. I walked toward the same warehouse district where, days earlier, that mature man had opened me up for the first time. The streets were empty, with only a dog barking in the distance and the buzz of a flickering streetlight over one corner. Every step brought me closer and made me hotter. I could feel my thong damp against me, the garter belt’s fabric brushing my thighs, and inside my trousers my own little cock already half-hard against the seam, uncomfortable and delicious at the same time.
Don’t be afraid. This is what you want. You want them to use you, you want them to fill your mouth with cum.
I repeated it several times, although that night fear and desire were the same thing.
***
I reached the narrow passage between two high walls, the same one I told you about in the previous story. There, hidden in the shadows, I carefully took off my trousers and folded them into my backpack. I kept my boots on. When I straightened up, I was no longer the boy who had left home: I was a fairly provocative little girl walking alone at that hour, exactly how I liked to feel.
The coat barely covered my skirt. The cold air brushed my thighs over the stockings and raised gooseflesh all over my skin. My nipples hardened beneath the fabric, and I felt a pulse between my buttocks, as if my ass was already asking for it. I went on toward the half-abandoned house. The gate was merely resting in place, without a lock, ready to be slid aside so I could enter. I pushed it slowly and slipped inside.
I climbed the stairs slowly, gripping the rusty railing, nerves and arousal arguing in my chest. From above came the smell of cigarettes and the yellowish glow of a candle. Every step creaked and gave away my ascent. I liked that: knowing they could hear me coming, that they were up there with their hard cocks waiting for me.
I pushed open the bedroom door, and there they were.
***
They were sitting on a mattress with a sky-blue sheet, smoking and passing beers back and forth. One was the man from last time, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper stubble and enormous hands. The other, whom I hadn’t met yet, was taller and thinner, with sunken eyes that locked onto me the moment I crossed the doorway.
Neither of them hid how badly they wanted me. They ran their eyes over me from head to toe, stopping at my legs, the edge of my skirt, at how little the outfit left to the imagination. The older man smiled sideways, as if saying, “I knew you’d come.” The bulge was already showing in his trousers, a thick trunk pressing against the fabric, while the skinny one’s was visibly longer, slanting off to one side.
“I thought you’d changed your mind,” the skinny one said without getting up.
“I promised I’d come back,” I replied, surprised by how firm my voice sounded. “And I came wanting you to break me.”
I left my backpack on a rickety little table against the wall. Then I turned toward them and began to approach. Slowly. Enjoying every second of having them watch me.
I knelt at the edge of the mattress and moved between them on my knees, swaying my hips and letting my coat fall open. The moment I was within reach, hands descended on me from both sides at once.
***
I felt the older man’s fingers travel up my thigh, over the stocking, searching for the edge of the garter belt. The skinny one grabbed my waist and pulled me toward him, and in the same motion shoved his tongue into my mouth, a thick tongue that tasted of beer and tobacco. In an instant I was subdued, groped from every direction, unable to tell whose hand was whose and not caring.
They squeezed my buttocks, ran over my legs, dragged their rough palms down my back, pinched my little nipples through the fabric. The older man pushed his fingers between my cheeks over the thong and found the already-lubricated little hole. He let out a hoarse laugh.
“You came prepared, little slut,” he murmured. “All nicely oiled.”
“For you,” I whispered back.
I closed my eyes and let them do as they pleased. This was exactly what I had gone out into the early morning to find: two men I barely knew using me however they wanted, calling me a slut, spreading my legs and opening my ass.
The older man slid my coat off my shoulders and stared at the white outfit, the garter belt, the red stockings showing beneath it. He gave a low grunt of approval and gently pushed me down toward his lap, where he was already opening his trousers.
“You put this on for us,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
“I put it on for you,” I repeated, my voice cracking slightly from pure arousal. “So you can fuck me however you want.”
***
By then, both men had taken off their clothes. They were naked on the mattress, two heavy, mature bodies, two erect cocks pointing at me. The older man’s was short and very thick, with a purple head and prominent veins along the shaft; the skinny one’s was extremely long and thinner, curving upward, with heavy balls hanging beneath it. Me between them, still dressed in my thong and stockings. The contrast made me even crazier: them completely naked, their hard cocks exposed, while I was barely covered, offered up, my thong pulled to one side and my own little hole dripping beneath the garter belt.
I leaned over the older man first. I took him in my hand, barely able to encircle his girth, and slowly brought him to my mouth, feeling the huge head stretch my lips. I ran my tongue along the underside, from his balls to the tip, then swallowed him halfway, gagging a little until my eyes filled with tears. The skinny one shifted to the side and offered me his, long and throbbing against my cheek. I began moving from one to the other, sucking one while jerking the second with my hand, alternating and never leaving either of them alone for long. I spit saliva over both cocks to keep them nicely wet and rubbed them against each other in front of my face, sticking out my tongue to lick both tips at once.
Having both of them like that, rock-hard because of me, leaking pre-cum onto my tongue, was one of the most intense sensations I can remember. The skinny one buried his fingers in my hair and set the pace, pushing my head until the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat and made me cough. The older man preferred to stay still and watch me work, wearing a half-smile that set me on fire, gripping his cock and smacking it against my cheek and lips whenever it was his turn.
“Look how she likes it,” the skinny one said to the other, almost breathless. “Look how the slut sucks us.”
“She loves cock,” the older man replied. “You can see it in her eyes.”
I didn’t answer. My mouth was too full, and I didn’t want to stop for anything in the world. I only pulled it out to suck their balls, one first and then the other, and swallow it again immediately, making those wet, obscene sounds that drove them wild.
***
The older man made me turn around. He put me on all fours on the mattress, with the red stockings pulled tight and my thong shifted to one side. I felt his face between my buttocks, his beard scraping my skin, his tongue forcing its way in, pressing first against my little hole and then slipping inside, turning and covering me thoroughly with saliva. I clenched the blue sheet in my fists and let out a sharp moan I couldn’t control. He licked my ass for a long time, unhurried, while he groped my cheeks and gave me the occasional slap that made me jump.
“What a delicious little ass you have,” he muttered against my skin. “Still nice and tight.”
“Fuck me,” I begged, pushing my ass against his mouth. “Break me, sir, please.”
The skinny one took the opportunity to position himself in front of me. He offered me his cock again, and I took it into my mouth without hesitation, swallowing it all the way down while the older man opened me from behind with two fingers. He worked his thumb inside me and twisted, then added two fingers, pulling them out slick with saliva and oil, preparing me, loosening me for what was coming. Every time he opened me a little wider, I moaned around the skinny one’s cock, and the sound drove him crazy: he grabbed my ears and shoved it deeper into me.
I was open on both sides at once, and my head was spinning. Cold on my back, heat everywhere else, one man’s hands on my hips and the other’s fingers on my nape. I lost track of how long we stayed like that, saliva running down my chin and my ass throbbing, hungry.
***
When the older man finally positioned himself behind me, there wasn’t a trace left in me of the innocence I’d had the first time. He spit on my little hole, gripped his cock, and placed the head against my entrance. He pushed slowly, pressing, until the thick head passed the ring and I felt myself split in two. I took him with a long moan, half pain and half relief, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open, and after a while the pain became something else, a thick, constant sensation I gradually got used to with every thrust. When he buried himself to the balls, I stopped breathing for a few seconds, feeling him pulse inside me, and then he really began to move, pulling almost all the way out and sinking back in to the hilt.
The skinny one didn’t sit still and wait. He held my face between his hands and pushed back into my mouth each time the other thrust me forward, taking advantage of the momentum: every thrust from the older man behind made me swallow the skinny one’s cock whole in front. Between them, they moved me however they wanted, setting a rhythm I no longer even tried to control, impaled from both sides, spitting and drooling onto the sheet.
“That’s it,” the older man murmured, squeezing my hips hard enough to leave marks. “Easy, let her take it. Relax your little ass, girl, relax.”
“Suck properly, slut,” the skinny one panted. “Don’t let go.”
I held on. Boy, did I hold on. The hours passed like that, changing positions, moving from one man to the other, letting them turn me over as often as they pleased. They mounted me on top of the older man, his fat cock lodged in my ass while I rode him, and the skinny one fucked my mouth from behind, gripping my hair. Then they laid me on my back, legs spread and red stockings in the air, and fucked me that way again while I masturbated my own dripping little hole between my fingers. At one point the skinny one wanted a turn too, and positioned himself behind the older man while he waited; they passed me from one cock to the other without giving me a moment’s rest, my ass already red and open, saliva and lube dripping down the insides of my thighs.
By then I had grown used to both men’s girth, and what had been difficult at first I now begged for, shouting and pushing my ass backward so they would drive into me harder.
“More,” I pleaded. “Deeper, fuck me harder.”
***
It ended the way I knew it would. I knelt between them again, my red stockings stained and the garter belt crooked, mascara running from my tears and my lips swollen from all the sucking. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, looking up at them with wet eyes, like a good little girl waiting for dessert. They stood on either side and gripped their cocks, jerking them quickly and hard over my face.
The skinny one came first. He let out a long grunt and shot a thick stream across my face from forehead to chin, then two shorter bursts into my mouth. Thick, warm, salty semen filled my tongue. I hadn’t finished swallowing when the older man started coming too, with even more, a hoarse groan escaping him as his legs trembled; he filled my mouth until it overflowed from the corners and ran down my chin to my tits. I took it all and savored it, closing my lips and swallowing slowly, like a hungry little girl who had earned her reward after behaving well. Then I sucked their tips clean, taking every last drop.
I stayed like that for a while, sitting on my heels, my face smeared and their milk still warm in my mouth, catching my breath while the two men collapsed beside me on the mattress. No one spoke. The only sounds were our breathing and, outside, the distant buzz of the broken streetlight.
In the end, it was the most wonderful thing I could have done and experienced. Four hours of pleasure, with some pain too, but pain I no longer cared about, pain that was part of the package I had gone out looking for.
***
I dressed in silence, my ass still open and dripping, feeling a thread of semen run down the inside of my thigh when I stood up. The men’s trousers went back over the outfit, then the boots, and the coat closed up to my neck. To the street, I was once again the same anonymous boy as always. I went down the stairs with my legs still trembling and pushed the gate open into the freezing early morning.
I walked home feeling every step, my ass throbbing inside my trousers, their taste still in my mouth and their hands’ marks on my skin. Yes, completely real. Every now and then I go out at night dressed like this, simply looking for a chance with some mature man who doesn’t hesitate and knows what he wants, the kind who calls me a slut and fills me with cum without asking.
And believe me, that night I found two.