My brother-in-law is a policeman (part 2 of 3)

The months were advancing. I finished the course and returned to my city. I was already a diploma holder in nursing, a traditionally female profession. "As expected from a pervert like you, dear sister-in-law."

There was only a month left before the birth. My sister was advised to rest a lot. He insisted that she stay with my parents at their home.

"You see, darling? I, you know, my work is keeping me busier and your parents are delighted," he kissed her the night my sister moved into her old bedroom.

I immediately thought that with a month left before he became a father and his house empty... But he called me to the police station again.

That Saturday, he arrived at 8:00 PM.

"Undress, on your knees, and with your back to the door. Don't dare look. I'm with someone. Do as you're told, okay?" he ordered calmly, so I would understand well, and then his voice changed direction. "Come in, come in. Ah, lock the door."

"Okay. You're going to blindfold me, right?" I heard a voice, and then the sound of the lock turning.

"Of course, I already told you, damn it. You, relax," Gerardo replied, and he blindfolded me with a scarf.

"Good bitch's ass," the voice exclaimed. I received a slap and some hands stretched my nipples. "Is this one of the faggots from the famous pine grove that you...?"

"The best of all. That's why I got him for myself," my brother-in-law bragged. "And I already told you, he won't talk."

"You have him well-trained, huh?" I heard the guest say.

"I have her well-taught. I treat her like a bitch, and you know me. I made it clear to him, he knows what he's exposed to. He has his mouth shut tight and only opens it to swallow cock," he laughed and gave me a slap that I didn't see coming with my blindfolded eyes.

"How you set it up, man!" the stranger completed, and I noticed he was in front of me, and I heard the sound of his belt and zipper. My brother-in-law spat in my mouth and grabbed my nape to push me forward. Without seeing anything, I expected a cock to forcefully enter my mouth, but I bumped into the hairy and smelly ass of his guest.

That moment would come sooner or later. I knew it: that he would force me to serve others. It bothered me a lot, and not less because it was already predicted.

I wanted to be his, a slave or a whore, but only his, for him to do absolutely what he wanted with me. I had drowned the guilt and shame I felt every time I thought about my sister. I was only his.

It was necessary to face the truth. The truth that I was nothing special to him, that he would only enjoy me in secret, as I had imagined. He had bragged about me when he arrived, "the best of the faggots from..." but there I was, allowing whoever it was to abuse me.

The pimp who charges for the pathetic whore he protects and extorts. That's what I was, a sad and pathetic whore. How had I been so idiotic to bel...