Chapter 8

“Fuck off, you stupid little slut.”

Putting the cup down on the table, I retrieved a carving knife from inside my bag, waving it in front of his nose. “How would you like to lose your balls without anaesthetic?”

“You’re bluffing.”

Grabbing his nut sack, I pulled the knife across his tight skin, cutting him. He hollered, making Hector turn around. I quickly put my hand over his mouth and got the cup of pee with the other. “Medicine time or no balls.”

“Okay ... please don’t cut me again. I’ll drink it.”

“And one other thing. When you get out, you tell my useless mother you raped me. Or me, and my bodyguard standing at the door will track you down and make you a eunuch. Got it?”

He didn’t say a thing, so I put the cup to his lips and let him drink my pee, coughing and spluttering as he did. When the cup was half empty, I threw it across his face and left.

“Thanks, Hector, one down, and one to go.” I had to make Mum suffer for not believing Antonio raped me.

Later that night, we enjoyed a traditional Mexican meal of Birria. A delicious stew with perfectly seasoned and tender braised goat infused with dried chilis, lime, Mexican oregano, and cinnamon.

After dinner and in Hector’s room, he gave me a sensual massage with warm oil on my back, his firm hands working on my muscles, down between my legs, playing with my wet pussy, squeezing and massaging my bum cheeks. I thought, how does an eighteen-year-old guy know so much about sex and life? He seemed to be mature beyond his age.

While in dreamland, he climbed on top of me, squashing me to the bed, kissing my neck, nibbling my ear, his cock nestled in the crack of my arse.

It felt so good to be underneath a powerful man who was pleasuring me. He put his arm under my waist, lifting it off the bed, leaving room for him to enter me from behind, then roll me onto my side, spooning me with his cock buried deep inside my twat, slowly fucking me.

Wow, this was the best feeling ever when he put his thumb on my clit, with his cock top my pussy, his free hand on my boob, gently rolling and squeezing my nipple, causing me to moan as I slowly climbed the wall to my orgasm.

Before climaxing, he pulled out, lay on his back and said, “Come ride me.”

He held his giant pole upright for me to impale myself on. Oh god, did I feel so stuffed when I sat on his lap with his tool firmly up my cunt? It felt like it was in the middle of my belly. It was so big. His massive hands covered my boobs, gently rubbing and squeezing them, then tweaking my nipples. Love juice oozed from my pussy as I bounced up and down his dick like a pogo stick, rubbing my clit as I went.

When he suddenly put his hands on my waist, bent his legs at the knees, feet flat on the bed, and pistoned his cock in and out of me so fast I was bouncing around like a rag doll, moaning and wailing, I climaxed as he shot his jizz inside me, climaxing again a few seconds later, falling forward onto his chest, and running my hands over his impeccable pecs.

He was so loving and caring. I didn’t want to leave after the month. I had fallen in love with his family with all the love and kindness they gave me, something I never received from Mum.

During the night, a plan came to me about how to get even with Mum, and as Hector drove me and Carlos to school the next day, I explained what I wanted to do. The two brothers looked at one another and said, “You wicked girl. If we pull this off. We want you to be part of a threesome with us.’”

“Even if we don’t pull it off. I would love to have a threesome with you two.”