Raúl leads Valeria, Sofía, and Daniela to a room in the sacred mountains, where Gregorio, the tenant, awaits to subject them to his darkest desires. Will they be able to resist the sexual energy emanating from the place?
The air in the valley of the sacred mountains was thick, heavy with the scent of incense and burnt herbs filtering in from the ancient temples scattered among the peaks. Raúl, with his arrogant posture and 그 smile that always betrayed his refined sadism, walked ahead of his three companions, each of them a spectacle of exaggerated curves that made any man stop and stare. Their names—Valeria, Sofía, and Daniela—were merely secondary details compared to the reality of their bodies: round, firm backsides, so wide they seemed to defy gravity, swaying with every step as if designed to be adored, whipped, and, above all, used.
The room he had reserved wasn't just any space. The walls, carved from black volcanic stone, shimmered under the dim light of torches, reflecting golden glints from minerals embedded in the surface. In the center, a circle of spiritual stones—obsidian, rose quartz, and amethyst—formed a geometric pattern that, according to local legends, enhanced the sexual energy of those who stepped inside. Raúl had paid a fortune for this place, not out of superstition, but because he knew the atmosphere would help. It would help his girls, no matter how much they resisted at first, end up moaning like the submissive sluts they were deep down.
"This is the place," Raúl announced, turning toward them with a look that mixed lust and cruelty. "Here, you're going to prove how good you are."
Valeria, the tallest of the group, crossed her arms under her generous breasts, making her cleavage even more pronounced beneath the tight fabric of her sports top. Her dark brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her lips, painted a dark red, pursed in a gesture of disdain.
"Prove what, exactly?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "We didn't come here for you to treat us like your toys, Raúl."
Sofía, the one with the darkest skin and a rear so round it seemed sculpted by gods obsessed with anal perfection, snorted and adjusted the leggings that barely contained her curves.
"We already know how this ends," she muttered, but her fingers toyed with the hem of her clothes, betraying her nervousness. "Always the same."
Daniela, the smallest but with hips that made any skirt a crime, bit her lower lip. Her green eyes shone with a mix of indignation and something else… expectation.
"I don't plan on letting that pig of a tenant touch us," she spat, though her thighs rubbed slightly together, as if her body already anticipated the opposite.
Raúl smiled, savoring their resistance. It was part of the game.
"You don't have a choice," he said, stepping closer to Valeria and sliding a finger down her cheek before grabbing her chin firmly. "You are mine, and you will do what I say. Besides..." his voice dropped to a lecherous whisper, "you know that in the end, you're going to love it."
A dull thud from the back of the room interrupted them. The tenant, a fat and sweaty man named Gregorio, emerged from the shadows. His belly hung over the belt of his loose trousers, and his shirt, unbuttoned to the navel, revealed thick hair spreading across his chest. But what truly drew attention was the obscene bulge in his crotch, his cock already semi-erect, moving like a live animal under the cheap fabric of his underwear.
"They're finally here," Gregorio grunted, licking his thick lips while his eyes locked onto the girls' backsides. "Just in time."
Raúl took a step back, enjoying the moment.
"Go ahead, Gregorio. They're all yours," he said, pointing to his girls with a theatrical gesture. "But remember… they want you to treat them badly."
Valeria opened her mouth to protest, but before she could say anything, Gregorio was already on her. His hands, large and calloused, closed around her wrists, dragging her toward the circle of stones. Sofía and Daniela tried to step back, but Raúl stopped them with a cold gaze.
"Don't move," he ordered. "This is for your own good."
Gregorio wasted no time. With a grunt, he spun Valeria around and pushed her against the stones, forcing her to arch her back. Her rear, massive and firm, was left exposed, the fabric of her leggings stretching to the limit.
"Let me go, you pig!" Valeria screamed, but her voice trembled when she felt Gregorio rip her leggings off in one tug, baring her naked buttocks, round and already slightly damp with sweat.
"Don't worry, my love," Gregorio panted, spitting saliva onto her skin before burying his face between her cheeks. "You'll be asking for more before I'm done."
His tongue, thick and wet, slid from her perineum to the base of her back, leaving a glistening trail of drool. Valeria shuddered; her fingers gripped the stones, but she couldn't stop a moan from escaping her lips as Gregorio pried her cheeks apart with his fingers and blew hot air onto her tight anus.
"Raúl, do something!" she pleaded, but her boyfriend only crossed his arms, his cock already rock-hard under his pants.
"Enjoy it, bitch," he replied, his voice thick with a sick pleasure. "You know you love being used like a dog in heat."
Meanwhile, Gregorio didn't wait any longer. With a sharp movement, he lowered his pants, freeing his cock: thick, dark, with pulsating veins running down its length and a purple head dripping with precum. Without warning, he spat into his own hand and rubbed it against Valeria's anus, prepping her.
"No, no, no!" she cried out, but her treacherous body pushed backward, as if instinctively wanting to feel him inside.
Gregorio didn't need to be asked twice. With a dry thrust, the tip of his cock sank into her tight hole, stretching it without mercy. Valeria howled, her nails clawing at the stones, but the pain quickly mixed with a feeling of fullness that left her breathless.
"God, you're tight!" Gregorio bucked, grabbing her hips firmly as he began to move, his balls slapping against her pussy every time he buried himself to the hilt.
Raúl watched, his breathing hitched, as his own cock throbbed painfully against his clothes. Seeing his girlfriend being penetrated by another man, used as a simple hole, excited him more than he was willing to admit.
"Sofía," he called, his voice husky. "You're next."
Sofía swallowed hard, her dark eyes shining with a mix of fear and lust.
"No," she whispered, but when Gregorio pulled his cock out of Valeria with a wet pop and pointed it toward her, her legs shook.
"Don't make me repeat myself," Raúl warned, stepping closer and grabbing her hair to force her to her knees. "Suck it."
Gregorio needed no further invitation. He stepped forward, his cock glistening with Valeria's fluids, and pushed it between Sofía's fleshy lips. She tried to resist, but the smell of sex, the salty taste of the precum, made her give in. Her tongue swirled around the glans, licking the remains of her companion before swallowing him down to her throat.
"Good girl!" Gregorio gasped, grabbing her head and beginning to fuck her mouth with short, brutal thrusts. "That's it, slut."
While Sofía made choking sounds, Daniela, the last to resist, felt Raúl approach from behind. His hands settled on her hips, and before she could react, he spun her around and pushed her against the stones next to Valeria.
"Don't get left behind," Raúl whispered in her ear, biting her lobe. "Gregorio is hungry."
Daniela tried to break free, but it was futile. Gregorio, without removing his cock from Sofía's mouth, reached out a hand and ripped Daniela's panties off in one go. His fingers, thick and sweaty, dug between her buttocks, finding her virgin anus.
"Don't touch me there!" Daniela screamed, but her body arched back, offering itself unintentionally.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Gregorio grunted, spitting on his fingers before pressing against her entrance. "It's going to hurt… but you're going to love it."
And with that, he pushed.
Daniela's scream mingled with Sofía's muffled moans and the gasps of Valeria, who was already moving to Gregorio's rhythm, pushing her rear back to meet every thrust with more force. The room filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, ragged breaths, and the creaking of the stones beneath their sweaty bodies.
Raúl, unable to contain himself any longer, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, beginning to masturbate as he watched the spectacle. His girls, his sluts, being used as simple objects of pleasure by a man who wasn't him. And the worst—or best—part was that they loved it. Their treacherous bodies moved to Gregorio's beat, their moans grew more desperate, their backsides tightened around that thick cock as if they never wanted to let go.
"That's it," Raúl panted, quickening his hand's movement over his member. "That's how I like you… submissive sluts for other men."
Gregorio, sweating like a pig, changed positions. He pulled his cock out of Sofía's mouth and, without warning, plunged it into Daniela's anus, who screamed in pain and pleasure at the same time. Then, with a rough move, he grabbed Valeria and sat her on his lap, impaling her on his cock while his hands pawed at Sofía's breasts, who had knelt beside them, licking the fluids dripping from her companion's body.
The room smelled of sex, sweat, and pure lust. And Raúl, with bloodshot eyes and a cock about to explode, knew this was only the beginning. His girls were going to enjoy it. And he was going to enjoy watching them be destroyed.