Anal

When I went back to the kitchen for the ice, my best friend was on her knees in front of one of the guys. And the others were right behind me.

I didn’t know their names; we only knew we worked for the same company. Two hours later I was naked between the six of them, determined not to regret a thing.

She heated up half the group of foreigners from the pool, and when one of them stopped in front of my lounger I knew that summer wouldn’t be about restraint.

She went down to the stage just to dance. When the leash holding that man dropped to the floor, I knew none of us would control what came next.

A week after the party I was still thinking about them. So I wrote to all of them, put on my shortest dress, and went to the house where I knew no one would interrupt us.

I ordered a soda because they wouldn’t let me drink, and that same night an entire group of strangers decided I was the center of their private party.

I went down to the water in the black bikini they’d chosen for me. Three men waited in the dim light, and I knew exactly why.

The email arrived without a sender: the queen was smiling, her face covered in cum and the crown still on. Then I understood why the same kind of girl always won.

Behind the door, seven men I didn’t know were waiting. Bruno had arranged everything, and I only had to give three knocks to begin.

When she finally opened her eyes, she discovered that the four armchairs around the bed were no longer empty. And then she understood what he was playing at.

They blindfolded me and sat me in a chair. When hands made me touch that naked body, I knew my farewell party would be unlike any other.

The applause came from the four armchairs around the bed. She turned, still breathless, and found them naked, waiting their turn.

Three months clean, nine men under lock and key, and one goal: the night when they would all be mine, with no rules, no hurry, and no fear.

I left work in unbearable heat and decided to stop by the sauna. I had no idea that detour would end with the three of us in something much bigger.

Two girls and ten guys in a private room, expensive drinks, and a card game that stopped being innocent with every ice cube. I wasn’t planning to stop.

When Sofía said, “What if instead of a threesome we do an orgy?”, I felt my stomach drop—and for the first time, I didn’t want to say no.

When the bathroom door flew open, I understood that Adrián hadn’t taken me there to be alone. And the most disturbing thing was how much I wanted it.

I sat him on the sofa, facing the huge bed, and whispered in his ear: “Stay right there—this surprise is for you.” He had no idea what was coming.

We went upstairs without knowing that night we were about to cross every boundary we thought we had clearly set.

I didn’t open my eyes right away: I let those two tongues keep working on me, knowing this was only the beginning of a day when no one would be asking permission.