I Agreed to Go to That Party and Discovered My Submissive Side

All of us in the group knew Bruna was different. While the rest of us went around with fears and embarrassments, she moved through the world as if nothing could touch her. Repeat student, bad student, shameless, smoking whatever she could get her hands on, desired by half the campus. They said she had never said no to anything, and that in bed she could drive anyone crazy.

For many of us she was a kind of forbidden role model. Me included. We had just started university, we already felt like grown women and not the kids from high school, and that first summer of freedom had helped us really get to know each other.

Bruna was a year older than me, but going out with her still felt like a calculated risk. And yet I was becoming her best friend, almost her confidante. It turned me on to hear about her adventures, to know how she enjoyed herself and how she made others enjoy themselves. She told me in vivid detail how she let herself get fucked in doorways, how she loved having a hard cock in her mouth until she choked, how she came in torrents when they split her open. Sometimes she made advances toward me, half-joking, half-serious, so we could be more than friends. I was afraid of stepping all the way into her game, even though more than once I caught myself getting my panties wet just from hearing her talk.

That summer she invited me to spend a few days with her and her mother on the coast, a woman so liberal she was almost dizzying. It was only nine days, but it was enough to change me. I learned not to be ashamed of my body, to want without asking permission, to understand that pleasure was also a form of power. I came back different, and between Bruna and me a trust was sealed that went far beyond friendship.

Classes started and we went out together everywhere: clubs, parties, long nights soaked in alcohol. We proved we were the boldest girls in our circle. But after a certain point, Bruna started disappearing some weekends for “private things” she would never elaborate on. Until one Friday afternoon she told me about it.

***

When we got out of class she grabbed my hand and dragged me, almost running, to a small park nearby. We sat on a secluded bench and she took two of her famous joints out of a little box. We lit them, and staring straight at me, she said:

—Marina, tomorrow I’ve got something arranged. A private party for several hours. I need a girl who’s up for it, and I want you to come. We might be asked to do something together, and I’d only want to set that up with you. No campus boys: real men, adults. There’ll be drinks, there’ll be everything, and they’ll pay us.

—Look, Bruna —I replied, trying to get my head straight—. You know I’m already sick of guys our age, I like older men. But a party like that, with strangers, and with how little experience I have with this stuff... it scares me. I wouldn’t mind being with an experienced mature man, even being the lover of someone who knows what he’s doing. But slowly. Besides, who’s organizing this? Because it smells like someone’s making money off us.

Bruna wasn’t just shameless: she knew exactly which buttons to push. While I spoke, her hand slid under my skirt with absolute brazenness, without caring where we were. She moved up slowly, pushed the fabric of my panties aside and started stroking my cunt directly, her middle finger tracing slow circles over my clit.

—Fuck, Marina, you’re already soaked —she whispered with a crooked smile—. You still don’t know anything and you’re already getting turned on. There’ll be four girls and four or five men. It’s the birthday party of one of them, a contact who knows I’m into this kind of thing. And yes, they pay, they pay very well. Are you really going to tell me no?

Her fingers parted my wet lips and one slid into me without warning, curling against my exact spot. A gasp escaped me and I had to smother it by biting my lip.

I should have stood up and left right then and there.

—Come just this once —she insisted, slipping in a second finger and pumping with measured slowness—. If you don’t like it, you don’t come back, simple as that. But if you do like it, you’re in another league. No more four euros they hand you at home. Or do you plan to get through college broke as hell?

Her thumb found my clit and pressed with just the right amount of pressure while those two fingers fucked me inside. I could feel juices running down the insides of my thighs, soaking the bench. The filthy thrill of being like that in a park, with my skirt hiked up, with someone else’s cunt opening me up in public, pushed me over the edge. I don’t know whether I couldn’t control myself or whether deep down I wanted to lose control. My arm went around her neck, our mouths crashed together and, while we kissed with a new desperation, she quickened her wrist, splashing between my legs with an obscene wet sound that only made me hotter.

—That’s it, slut, come for me —she whispered against my lips—. I want to feel you clenching my fingers.

I lost track of time. When the orgasm hit me, I pressed my thighs against her hand, trembling all over, a muffled moan pinned in her mouth. My head had already said yes. Bruna pulled her shining fingers out, took them to her mouth and licked them slowly, staring right at me.

—You taste good —she said, and winked at me.

It was hard to tear ourselves apart. We agreed to meet the next day at her place: she’d explain the details, lend me clothes, and we’d go together. Months earlier I would never have agreed. But that summer had changed me more than I was willing to admit.

***

When we left her house at dusk, we looked like different people. Light, plunging tops cut impossibly low, tiny tight denim skirts, no underwear, high heels I could barely manage. Excessively made up, on purpose. Her mother had chosen every piece with a knowing smile. I carried a bag with my real clothes to go home in.

A car picked us up near her building and took us to a modern area of the city I didn’t know. We got out in a garage and, as soon as we stepped out, a tall woman approached us, surgically altered, made up down to the last millimeter, on impossible heels. She offered us two glasses of cava.

—Bruna and Marina? Call me Renata. I’ll be keeping an eye on you tonight —she said, lowering her voice—. Have a drink, relax. These men are tireless, so enjoy yourselves without rushing.

This was starting to sound less and less like anyone’s birthday party. An elevator took us down to a soundproof basement, luxurious, huge. A large lounge with black leather sofas and several doors leading to bedrooms. Renata poured us more cava at a side table, and at that moment the first men came in accompanied by two other girls our age, already very uninhibited.

The men were in their late fifties. Big, strong, intimidating. I was terrified. Those bodies, the table loaded with hard liquor, the whole atmosphere. I wanted to wake up and discover it was all a strange dream. And yet something about the place was pulling me in.

—Come on, girls —Renata called out, putting on music—. Drink whatever you want, smoke whatever you want, your mothers aren’t here. You came to have a good time. The two new ones, get naked and leave your clothes and your phones on that cabinet. No one will touch them.

With how little we were wearing, it was nothing. The welcome cava had left an odd heat in my body, a kind of uninhibitedness I didn’t recognize as mine. Bruna, beside me, was no longer hot: she was burning. They brought us some red high-heeled shoes with very thin heels and, since we could walk in them well enough, we kept them on.

Without really knowing why, the two of us started to want it for real. A dense, almost animal need to be taken without limits. I, who had always been the cautious one, felt for the first time the urge to become an object and give everything.

***

We approached the group. Two of them stepped forward, hugged us and kissed us with tongue, intense, in control of the situation. They put their fingers in my mouth, pinched my nipples until I was gasping, grabbed my ass with both open hands. They gently pushed us to the floor, onto our knees, and opened their fly buttons. Two thick cocks came out at once, already hard, pointing at our faces.

—Open your mouth —mine said, in a deep voice that allowed no negotiation.

I obeyed. The hot tip pushed against my lips and tongue, and without giving me time to adjust, he impaled my mouth all the way to the throat. I gagged, my eyes filled with tears, but he didn’t pull away. He held my nape with one hand and started fucking my face with short thrusts, slamming against my palate. Beside me, Bruna was sucking her man with a skill I lacked: she took the whole cock to the base and then pulled off, licking it, leaving a thread of saliva hanging from the glans before taking it back into her mouth. I glanced sideways and tried to copy her, relaxing my throat, letting him set the rhythm. After a while I found the trick: breathe through my nose when he pulled out, choke when he went in, suck hard on the way back.

—Good girl, like that, fuck, just like that —he panted, grabbing my hair with both hands.

The first load caught me by surprise. I felt him swell in my mouth and, a second later, a hot jet hit the back of my throat, followed by another and another. I tried to swallow it all, but it leaked from the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin to my breasts. Bruna came at the same time, mouth open and tongue out, letting hers paint her face and tits with semen. We looked at each other, soaked, and laughed like crazy. When we were done we stood up, arms around them, smiling, with the taste of spunk still on our tongues.

Renata came over with two stacks of bills and put one in each of our hands.

—So there’s no doubt —she said—. You’re adults and you agreed. Everything’s clear.

We gave her a long kiss and tucked the money away with our things. They paid us like professionals, and neither of us said it out loud.

Two waitresses, also naked, filled the long table with food and hard liquor. Three more men came in, just as imposing as the first ones. Renata looked at the four of us.

—Aren’t you in the mood? They’ve paid you well enough to be. Try this vodka, it’s ice-cold and delicious.

It was delicious, yes. We drank it down to the bottom, not suspecting that every glass was pushing us a little further away from who we had been when we arrived.

The girl from the two who had arrived earlier threw one of them onto a sofa and climbed on top of him without a shred of shame, sinking onto the man’s cock in one sitting and starting to ride him, her tits bouncing and her ass slapping against his thighs. Bruna went straight for a blond mature man, dropped to her knees between his legs and took his shaft all the way to her throat before even greeting him. I, who had never been with a man like that colossus with broad shoulders looking at me from the end of the room, went over to him. He smiled, took my hand and led me to one of the bedrooms, a huge room with a massive bed.

He laid me on my back and spread my legs wide open without ceremony. When he lowered his gaze to my cunt and I saw him pull out his cock, I closed my eyes and clenched my fists. It was a beastly cock, as thick as my wrist, long, veined, with a purple glans from all the blood. Despite all I had drunk, my body tensed on instinct.

He spat into his hand and lubed up his cock. He rubbed the head against my labia, up and down, getting it nice and wet with the juices already running from me, and with one shove he stuffed it all the way in to the hilt. I screamed. He dug his fingers into my hips and started fucking me without giving me time to do anything, each thrust a punch to my womb. I could feel him opening me from within, feel my cunt stretching farther than it ever had, feel the glans slamming into the bottom with every drive.

But, strangely, while he advanced without mercy, my desire grew faster than the pain. A weird heat flooded me. The brutal friction began to turn into pleasure, and I started moving my hips, seeking the angle, syncing myself to his savage rhythm. I felt my cunt relaxing and starting to gush more, every thrust now coming in with a wet, obscene splashing. A silent orgasm ran through me, clenching his cock inside with spasms, and he let out a grunt of pleasure. From that point on pain and pleasure mixed until they became the same thing.

—What a tight cunt, fuck —he growled, lifting my legs up until they rested on his shoulders—. Tight as a virgin.

In that position he sank even deeper. My knees were almost at my ears, folded in half, and he hammered me from above with all his weight, his balls slapping my ass on every thrust. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them with both hands, pinching my nipples until I howled. And that was when I understood. That stabbing pain, the kind that lodged itself in my head, awakened in me the desperate need to surrender completely, to obey without caring about the suffering. I understood that this kind of pain drew me in in a way I had never suspected. And I started to enjoy it.

—Harder —I begged him, voice breaking—. Harder, please.

He smiled and sped up. He turned me like a doll, face down, lifted my ass by pulling my hair and entered me from behind, on all fours, smashing my face into the mattress. I thanked every thrust with a gasp. He shoved his thumb into my mouth and then, wet, into my asshole, moving it in the same rhythm as his cock destroyed my cunt. I saw him as something more than a man: an owner, a master. When he turned me face up again, I lifted my arms, held his head and kissed him with a passion I hadn’t known was inside me. He answered with even more force, and my whole body moved to his will. Something irrational asked me to give in without fear, without limits. My submissive side, asleep for years, exploded. I came three, four times, losing count, screaming like a bitch in heat, until he went rigid, drove in to the hilt and unloaded a hot jet inside me that I could feel rising through my guts. He stayed there, sunk to the balls, emptying himself in spasms while I trembled all over beneath him.

***

I was wrecked, sweaty, exhausted. When he finally pulled his cock out, a river of thick semen gushed from my open cunt and ran down the crack of my ass onto the sheets. He lay beside me and stroked me with unexpected tenderness, scooping up his own spunk with two fingers and shoving it back inside me, playing with me like a toy. Then he fingered me slowly, rubbing my swollen clit with his whole slippery hand while he kissed me, until he made me come again, arching my back and soaking his entire arm. At that moment I would not have refused anything.

A shadow approached. It was Renata, smiling.

—How’s the new girl? Will we be able to handle her however we want? —she asked without shame.

—Very well —he answered—. Barely used, insanely tight, but willing. She’s come with me four or five times and look at her, she still wants more. She’s got a brutal appetite inside her that’s starting to come out.

—You’re right —said Renata, stroking my face and sliding her hand down to pinch one nipple—. This one, if she’s guided properly, will be a lot of fun. Something between submissive and masochistic is starting to show. Tonight we need to take her to the limit to see how far she can go.

She kissed me warmly, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth, and I kissed her back, lost. She helped me turn over, leaving me face down with my ass in the air. Suddenly, a brutal slap crossed my butt and I screamed. Then another, on the other cheek. And another, this time full-force, loud, leaving my skin burning. Renata held my face against the mattress, not letting me get away, while she spoke in my ear.

—Don’t worry, my girl, cry as much as you want. This is only the beginning. You’re pretty, smart, you like real sex. We’re going to teach you to lose that fear, to enjoy your body without brakes. At your age, that’s worth a lot.

The blows stopped all at once and silence fell. Renata helped me sit up with his aid, put my heels back on me and led me toward the lounge. As we passed by the next room I saw Bruna. She wasn’t crying; she was panting, straddling the blond man, her tits bouncing, riding him while another one behind her was eating her ass with his tongue deep inside. She had her nails dug into the blond man’s chest and was screaming at him to tear her cunt apart. Renata was right: my friend was ahead of me.

—See? —she said with a smile—. She’s enjoying it. You two are going to be very good. Now come on, you’ve earned a break. This is going to be your first truly wild night.

By then I was so far from myself that nothing she said scared me. If Bruna could do it, so could I. I accepted another drink, still aching all over and with someone else’s semen drying between my thighs, and sank into an armchair.

I didn’t rest for long. One of the mature men, a huge, barrel-bellied bear, came for me and we went back to the same room, now cleaned up. This time he wanted something new, and I didn’t resist.

I climbed onto the bed myself and placed a pillow under my stomach, leaving my ass high in the air. Renata prepared me with a cold cream, smearing my crack and asshole generously, working her fingers inside me until I relaxed. One, then two, then three, in and out slowly, opening the way. To my surprise it hardly hurt; the dull, strange pleasure rising up my back was new. I smiled, believing everything would be easy. Then she said to the man:

—She’s yours now. No rush. Take your time, you know how to do it. I like this girl, she reminds me of myself when I was starting out.

But as soon as I felt the fat glans pushing against my asshole, trying to force its way into a place no one had ever been before, I stopped smiling.