When I was 22 years old, I started my first long-lasting relationship (although closeted) with Diego, who was 34.

He introduced me to the world of fetish and perversion.

One day, he asked me to wait for him at his house while he went to play soccer. I knew that his masculine scent after training turned me on, but that day he asked me to wait for him wearing a skirt and fishnet stockings (something we had never done before, but it turned me on a bit).

When he opens the door, he enters with two friends. He kisses me and tells them, "This is the whore I told you about," and asks me to bring them a beer.

I blush but feel aroused, and I bring them some cans. Diego grabs my mouth, gives me a kiss, spits, and tells me... "Today they're my guests. Attend to them in everything they want," and throws me in the middle of the two.

One of them approaches me, kisses me, and fondles me. The other gets excited and they undress.

Little by little, my fear passed, and I behaved like a good whore. I sucked them both, rode them, and alternated each cock between my mouth and ass while Diego watched and masturbated.

The two of them filled me with cum, one in each hole.

Finally, they finished and left... But they left their boxers as a trophy.

Diego urinated on me and then fucked me while saying what a whore I was.