-Who gave you permission to moan, you fucking whore? -Marce looked at Dylan disapprovingly, “It seems to me that this filthy pig doesn’t know her place.
He tugged on my hair again, not at all gently, forcing me to look him in the eye. My legs wavered and I felt myself falling, but Dylan quickly braced my trembling body, with his left arm, avoiding the impact and forcing me to stand firm there. While still torturing, with his right hand, my sensitive, abused nipples.
- I opened my mouth.
I timidly opened my mouth as wide as I could, under his attentive and strict gaze. After a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity, I felt my husband spit in my mouth. He kept looking into my eyes with a mixture of satisfaction and arrogance.
-Swallow it, piggy.
I swallowed it quickly, without much thought, and turned my head, breaking eye contact. Then, my eyes met Marcelo’s, his gaze filled with malice. An electric current ran through my insides, stealing a sigh. My eyes went down his body and I noticed how he was masturbating his cock with intensity. At that moment, he lowered his gaze as intense as it was hungry, I felt like helpless prey, facing an avid predator.
Dylan shortened the distance between our bodies, pressing them even closer together. I could clearly feel his veiny cock stinging my belly. He released my breasts and grabbed his cock, sliding down my belly until he reached my legs. He then roughly spread them apart, deftly slipping his member between my thighs and simulating penetration.
The friction, coupled with the sensation of his hard, hot cock rubbing against my equally hot and wet vagina, was driving me wild. Dylan guided the head of his cock to my clit, stroking me, causing moans and sighs to come from my mouth without any qualms. He was driving me to ecstasy, but every time I felt myself approaching orgasm, he would slow down and laugh and not let me finish.
-This little slut is so wet, you can tell she loves cock.
I felt humiliated, both men were laughing and making fun of my needy state. Marcelo squeezed my right buttock hard, making me squeal. He brought his fingers to my vagina, gathering some of my juices with them.
-He said, “Clean my fingers. And, come on, don’t do it. You like it so much, piggy.
She put her thick fingers, soaked with the whitish liquid, on my lips and I licked them, swallowing my own acid juices. At the moment when I had my eyes closed, tasting my brother-in-law’s offering, without warning, he abruptly shoved his entire cock into my vagina in one thrust. He shoved it in carelessly, from behind me. Arching my back I let out a high-pitched scream of pure ecstasy, as I came hard for his cock.
-What a slutty, horny little pig, Dylan. She came as soon as I put it in.
Marcelo rammed my body fiercely, without stopping. He shook me without delicacy. I couldn’t stop moaning uncontrollably, while he looked at me with lust. He pulled my hair and brought my head close to his lips.
-You’re a fucking whore. How you love to get your cock stuck in you, while your husband watches… you disgust me. -My moans bounced off the walls of our bathroom. What kind of cheap whore did you marry, Dylan?
I tried to speak, but I felt Dylan grabbing me violently by the head and forcing me to bend over. His sudden movement took me by surprise and made me squeal. In response, Marcelo rammed me more roughly and spanked my ass, bringing a tear of pain to my eye. The sound of our skins clashing simulated applause.
-Don’t even think of complaining about how well we treat you, you piece of shit. For a whore like you, this must be heaven.
Marcelo spanked my ass again so hard this time, he left his hand all over me. Dylan kept pulling my head down hard, directing me without any subtlety to his erect cock. When I opened my mouth to try to speak to him, he shoved his cock all the way down my throat, producing a gagging sensation.
This was a grotesque picture. I was being brutally fucked, in the shower of my house by my husband and his brother. Two brothers sharing the same blood and genes, now also sharing the same bitch.
Unable to take it anymore, I had my long awaited orgasm. I screamed as I felt a violent gush of water coming out of my vagina, at the same time Marcelo and Dylan also came. I felt my mouth and my vagina full of cum.
-Come on, you little whore, swallow our children. You piece of shit. -Dylan was telling me, while he was holding my nose and hitting my cheeks with his cock.
-What a rich little slut. Dylan, I hope you don’t mind if your wife gets pregnant by me. -Marcellus laughed, as he pulled his cock out of me, spanking me again. Hot semen ran down my legs. – The three of us are going to have a lot of fun together, brother.
Steam filled the place, the hot water falling slowly down our skin in a sensual dance. The three of us were in total ecstasy. The onslaught was hard and constant, my mouth ached. My tears were streaming down my eyes, I felt like I was going to pass out and my legs were shaking.
I realized that Dylan and Marcelo had made me their whore from the beginning. Surely they had it all planned, even before we started dating. And I, knowing nothing about it, fell into their beautiful trap.
