My boyfriend's friend continuation

The next morning I could still feel my ass full. I got up with my legs shaking and Raúl’s dried semen between my cheeks. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror: finger marks on my hips, my lower lip swollen from biting it so much. I looked exactly like what I was: a freshly fucked slut.

Alex was coming back that same night. I had eight hours to erase the evidence.

But Raúl wouldn’t leave me alone. At noon he sent me a message:

**“How’s your ass, bitch? Is it still dripping my cum?”**

I replied with a simple fire emoji. Half an hour later he was knocking on the door. I didn’t tell him to come in. He simply opened it.

“Alex gets here tonight,” I warned him as soon as I saw him.

“I know. That’s why I’m here now,” he said, closing the door behind him. He was wearing gray sweatpants that perfectly outlined his semi-hard bulge.

There was no foreplay this time. He pushed me against the dining table, yanked down my shorts, and spat directly into my still-sensitive hole.

“Yesterday I left you open… look how it’s still swallowing,” he growled, shoving two fingers in at once.

I moaned loudly. It hurt and turned me on at the same time.

“Raúl… we have to stop…”

“Shut your mouth and spread your legs, faggot. Your boyfriend isn’t here and this ass is mine until he walks through that door.”

He fucked me right there, standing, bent over the table. His thick cock went in with a single thrust, no condom, no mercy. His balls slapped hard against mine. Every thrust made the table move.

“Fuck… what a fucking vice you have… you’re already leaking again,” he laughed while spanking my ass. “Yesterday you came without almost touching yourself. You’re a cheap slut.”

He fucked me while talking nonstop. He told me Alex was useless, that I deserved real cock, that my hole was made to receive another man’s cum. Every insult made me hornier. I came for the second time in less than five minutes, staining the dining-room floor.

Raúl didn’t cum inside this time. He pulled his cock out, made me kneel, and unloaded his whole load over my face and tongue.

“Swallow what you can, whore.”

I swallowed. The rest he smeared across my cheeks like a mark.

He left twenty minutes later. He left me lying on the floor, my face sticky and my ass throbbing. I had just enough time to shower, clean everything, and prepare a “normal” dinner before Alex arrived.

When Alex walked through the door, he kissed me like always. I smiled, but inside I could only think about his best friend’s cock opening me up without protection. During dinner I could barely look him in the eyes. Every time I sat down I felt a slight sting reminding me of what had happened in that same chair hours earlier.

Three days of apparent normality passed. Alex and I fucked on...