Cindel’s Overflow – Kuya Guard Chapter 2
By Cindel3435
It was already late when I slipped out of the house. Our village turns into a ghost town after dark, so I wasn’t worried about being seen. I was in pambahay—just panties, a loose tee, shorts, and a mask. No bra, of course. I like the feeling of being half-exposed without being too obvious. Dangerous, pero nakakabitin.
I walked straight to the guardhouse and saw Jun. He was there, but he wasn’t alone. Two other guards were with him—and one woman, maybe in her early 30s, sitting on a bench like she’d been waiting. One of the other guards, Jason—mestizo, lean, and honestly the most attractive guard I’ve seen—looked me up and down and then said to Jun,
**“Bago? Magkano?”**
I raised an eyebrow. I didn’t get it at first. But then Jun gently pulled me aside and explained everything.
Apparently, that tiny room behind the guardhouse? It wasn’t just for resting. They’d throw down a couple of blankets and use it to entertain certain yayas or maids who needed extra cash. Quick, cheap, and discreet. That night, the woman there was one of them. Jason assumed I was, too. Maybe it was the mask—or maybe I just looked too damn tempting.
Jun asked if I’d be okay doing it there. No motel, no car—just that cramped, steamy room. I smiled and said, **“Sure. Why not?”** There’s something thrilling about doing something so filthy in such a small, forgotten place.
When we came back, Jason looked at me again and said, **“Magkano nga?”**
Before Jun could even answer, I stepped in.
**“How much do you usually pay?”** I asked him directly, not breaking eye contact.
**“Five hundred to a thousand, depende.”**
**“I’ll think about it,”** I replied with a smirk.
Then the other girl and the other guard went inside the room. So we waited. We couldn’t even flirt properly with Jason right there—but the air was thick with tension. And then, we started hearing moans from the inside.
My God.
It was my first time hearing real moans like that, and it was hot. Raw. Jason stared at me while Jun’s hand slowly roamed over my waist. My breath hitched. That moment did something to me.
I turned to Jason.
**“Five hundred. You and Jun. At the same time.”**
He smiled like he’d just won the lottery.
We didn’t even wait for the room to be free. The second I said yes, the energy shifted. Jason moved a little closer, eyes locked on my lips, while Jun’s hand was already trailing under my shirt, brushing the skin just above my waistband. It was reckless. It was dangerous. But f*ck, it was exciting.
Just before Jason could kiss me, the door creaked open. The other guard came out, soaked in sweat, with the woman trailing behind him looking dazed and barely able to walk straight. I looked at her, then at the room behind her. Tiny, dark, and humid—but it would do.
The moment we stepped inside, I felt it—**para siyang sauna**, no windows, just a tiny fan that barely worked. But the heat only made things wilder.
They didn’t waste time. Jun peeled off my shirt while Jason dropped my shorts, exposing my already-soaked panties. They both stared at me like I was dessert, and I let them. I liked being admired. I liked being wanted.
Jun licked down my chest, Jason kissed my thighs. Their hands were rough, hungry, like they’d been waiting for this forever. I was dripping with sweat, and they didn’t seem to mind. If anything, they loved it.
**“Tangina, ang init mo,”** Jun whispered, right before he kissed me—wet, aggressive, perfect.
I dropped to my knees between them. Their cocks were already hard, thick, pulsing. I wrapped my hands around both and started stroking, then took turns sucking, letting them feel my tongue, my lips, my control. I made eye contact with Jason while sucking Jun, then did the same in reverse. I wanted them desperate. And they were.
Jun pulled me onto the makeshift bed—blankets thrown over the floor—and laid me down. He spread my legs wide and slid inside me slowly, filling me up. My back arched. I moaned into Jason’s cock as he stood near my head, his hand tangled in my hair.
I was being f*cked and used, but I never felt more in control. Every reaction, every grunt, every moan—they were all because of me.
Jason looked frustrated, clearly waiting for his turn. I pulled off his condom with my teeth and asked,
**“Do you want my ass?”**
He blinked in surprise.
**“Totoo?”**
**“Try me,”** I said with a wicked smile.
He didn’t even hesitate.
I climbed on top of Jun, riding him slow, while Jason knelt behind me. His hands gripped my hips as he slowly pushed inside my ass. I winced at the pressure—we didn’t use lube, just spit—but I didn’t stop him.
The pain faded. The fullness didn’t. And the sensation of being completely filled—both holes, both men—made my whole body shake.
Sweat poured from our skin, slick and sticky. We moved together like animals in heat, bodies gliding against each other in the humid air. I could barely breathe—but I didn’t care. I wanted more. They took turns, switching holes, flipping me over, using every inch of me.
And I let them.
Because that night, I wasn’t the shy girl-next-door.
I was their fantasy. Their toy. Their f*cking queen.
By the time the room fell silent, I was lying in a puddle of heat, sweat, and euphoria. My body was a mess—every inch of me used, kissed, marked. I could still feel Jason’s teeth on my shoulder, Jun’s hands gripping my thighs like I might disappear. My lips were swollen from too much sucking, and my hips ached from being taken over and over again, but god, it felt divine.
I didn’t move for a while.
The fan buzzed lazily in the corner, doing absolutely nothing to cool us down. The room smelled like sex—thick, musky, a little dirty—but I liked it. I liked knowing the scent came from me. From *us*.
They lay on either side of me, breathing hard. Jason reached over and brushed a strand of hair from my face, his fingers trembling slightly.
“Ang init mo,” he said, voice hoarse. “Grabe ka.”
I just smiled lazily, still catching my breath. I knew what I’d done to them. And I loved it.
Jun leaned close and kissed the inside of my wrist. “Di ko alam kung paano kita kakalimutan,” he murmured.
**“Who said you’re allowed to remember?”** I whispered back with a grin.
I got up slowly, my thighs protesting, my ass sore, my pussy aching. I pulled my shirt over my sticky skin, not even bothering to wipe the sweat off. It felt good to be filthy. I wanted to wear it home like a trophy.
Jason handed me a 500 peso bill, slightly damp with sweat. I took it without flinching, folded it neatly, and tucked it in my bra.
Not because I needed the money—**but because I earned it.**
The air outside was cold against my skin, but my body was still humming from the heat inside. My hair clung to my neck, tangled and wet. I probably looked like a wreck. But I felt like a goddess.
I walked barefoot through the quiet village streets, my sandals in my hand, the moonlight catching the shimmer of sweat on my collarbone. Every step reminded me of what they did to me—and what I let them do.
I didn’t regret it. Not one bit.
I showered in silence when I got home. The water stung when it hit the sore parts of my body. My knees were bruised. My lips were still raw. I scrubbed myself clean, but the memory of that night clung to me tighter than any dirt.
The moment I lay on my bed, my phone buzzed.
**Jun:** “You okay?”
**Me:** “Yeah. Just don’t let them know I’m not a yaya.”
**Jun:** “I won’t. Pero… gusto ka ulit makita ng iba. Narinig ka nila habang kinakantot ka—nainggit sila.”
I stared at the message. I should’ve said no.
But all I could think of was Jason’s cock, Jun’s hands, the heat, the sweat, the way they both stared at me like I was their personal addiction.
So I said:
**“Maybe.”**
And the next night, I came back.
Different guards this time. Younger. Rougher. One had tattoos on his arms, the other had this cocky grin that told me he thought he could handle me.
Spoiler: He couldn’t.
They made me kneel as soon as I walked in. No small talk. No teasing. They already knew what I could do. I let them use me like a toy—open, wet, begging. Jun and Jason just watched from the side, eyes dark with hunger. They didn’t join that time. I told them I wanted to be someone else’s for the night.
I was on all fours, my mouth full, my body bent in angles I didn’t think I could manage. My voice cracked with every moan, every command they gave me.
**“Tangina, ang sarap mo.”**
**“Gusto mo pa?”**
**“Buka pa, puta ka.”**
I answered every one with a moan or a gasp or a louder cry for more.
It didn’t stop there.
One night, they brought another girl—an actual yaya this time. A bit shy at first, but I made her feel comfortable. Taught her how to suck dick like a queen. We got fucked side by side, our moans blending, our bodies tangled on that same sweaty floor.
There were six of us in that room. It was hot. Loud. Filthy.
And I loved it.
Eventually, reality caught up. Jun messaged me that they were getting reassigned. It was ending.
I told him:
**“Don’t contact me again. You have a family. I won’t be your secret.”**
He respected that.
They left thinking I was a slutty yaya—one who would let them fuck her mouth, pussy, and ass for 500 pesos.
And you know what?
I let them believe it.
Because the truth is, I wasn’t doing it for them.
**I was doing it for me.**
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