The BDSM Party Four Mature Women Threw for Me

It all started several months after the last time I saw Nadia. What we had was already over, but we still talked now and then, without drama, like two people who had shared too much to pretend indifference. One afternoon during vacation, when I was home alone and bored, Vera called me.

I recognized her voice instantly. Deep, calm, with that tone of a woman who doesn’t ask anything if she already knows the answer.

“Hi, Darío,” she said. “I showed some friends that photo of you, and they don’t believe you’re real. They want to meet you. I’ve organized a party at my house. If you come, I promise you won’t be bored.”

She didn’t need to explain any further. I knew perfectly well what she meant, and I also knew why my hand was trembling as I held the phone.

“I’m coming,” I replied without thinking.

“That’s what I hoped. Come at nightfall. And come prepared to obey.”

She hung up after that, leaving me breathing faster, with a familiar pressure in my stomach. Vera was one of those mature women who didn’t need to raise her voice to dominate a room. She had the confidence of someone who enjoyed giving orders, and even more of someone who enjoyed seeing how far she could push a person. And with me, she had already confirmed that she could push quite far.

I spent the rest of the afternoon restless, imagining what awaited me. I didn’t know how many friends there would be or exactly what she had told them, but I understood one thing from the beginning: I wasn’t going there as a guest. I was going there as entertainment.

By the time I arrived, it was already getting dark. Vera’s house stood at the end of a quiet street, with a small front garden and a black gate. I rang the bell and saw her appear on the other side, barely smiling.

She was wearing a long wine-colored dress, tight at the waist, her hair loose and discreet earrings. Nothing exaggerated. She didn’t need it. At her age, around forty, she had the kind of assured attractiveness that crushed any youthful effort.

“You came,” she said, looking me up and down. “Good.”

“I wasn’t going to miss it.”

She came closer to the gate, rested one hand on the metal, and lowered her voice.

“You’re not going inside dressed. Take everything off right here and give it to me.”

The words hit me full force. I looked down the street instinctively. There was no one there, but it was still the fucking street.

“Here?” I asked, even though I was already unbuttoning my pants.

“Here,” she repeated. “If you’ve spent the whole journey getting excited thinking about being humiliated, start by behaving like the toy you are.”

That was enough. I undressed quickly, my fingers clumsy with nerves. I passed my clothes over the gate to her until I was completely naked in front of her, exposed, aware of the cool air on my skin and how ridiculous my posture was. Vera gave a short laugh as she looked down.

“Yes, I didn’t remember it being that small,” she murmured. “Come in.”

She opened the gate and made me go through. As soon as I crossed the door, she caught my cock between two fingers, barely pinching it—just enough for it to hurt a little and excite me more.

“Don’t come without permission,” she warned me. “You’re not alone with me today.”

She led me like that, naked and already ashamed, into the living room. Three other women were there, glasses in hand, sitting around a low table covered with bottles, ice, and half-finished plates. All three turned when they saw me, and I stood still, suddenly feeling the full weight of their eyes.

The first, Inés, was a large woman with short, graying hair, delicate glasses, and a boisterous laugh that rose from her chest the moment she saw me. The second, Silvia, was blond, slender, elegant, wearing a tight black dress, her long legs crossed with insolent calm. The third, Alba, was shorter, dark-haired, with dark curls and full lips. All three were clearly adults, self-assured, and all three looked at me as if I were a private joke.

“Here he is,” Vera announced, pulling me into the middle of the room. “Did I tell you or did I tell you I wasn’t exaggerating?”

Inés let out a laugh so loud she almost spilled her drink.

“Poor man,” she said between laughs. “It’s even smaller than I imagined.”

Silvia tilted her head, studying me unhurriedly.

“Come closer,” she ordered. “I want to get a good look at it.”

I obeyed. My face was burning, but I could also feel my cock getting a little harder from the sheer mixture of humiliation and desire. Alba noticed and clicked her tongue.

“Look at that. He really likes it.”

“He loves it,” Vera replied. “But be careful—he’s so sensitive he can come from almost nothing.”

Silvia beckoned to me with two fingers. I moved close enough to stand between her knees. She smiled, caught my cock between her thumb and forefinger, and rubbed it just once.

It was enough.

I came instantly, uncontrollably, releasing a short, shameful burst that landed on her black dress and my own stomach. There was a second of silence, and then all four of them burst out laughing.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Inés said, wiping away a tear. “Already?”

Silvia gripped me more tightly, shaking the little that remained of my orgasm out of me, and gave me a loud slap on the ass.

“That’s how I like it, champ. I don’t even have to touch you.”

My cock shrank at once, soft and almost hidden. Vera finally let go of me and tossed me a black cloth bow tie.

“Put it on. Until further notice, you’re the waiter.”

***

I spent more than an hour naked except for that absurd bow tie, serving them drinks, bringing ice, collecting glasses, and enduring their comments. They drank and chatted, and every so often they called me over just to laugh at my expense a little more. Sometimes one of them slapped my ass as she passed. Sometimes they made me spin around. Sometimes they ordered me to spread my legs farther so they could inspect me more closely.

“Turn around.”

“More slowly.”

“Look at him—he always looks cold.”

“No, he looks like he was born apologizing.”

Every sentence sank me a little deeper and, at the same time, made me hotter. That contradiction was exactly what they sensed in me. It wasn’t just embarrassment. It was surrender.

When they had relaxed a little more from the alcohol, Inés set her glass on the table and motioned to me.

“You. Come with me to the bathroom.”

I followed her down the hall while the others laughed behind my back. As soon as we went in, she closed the door unhurriedly and leaned against the sink, looking me up and down.

“On your knees.”

I knelt on the cold tiles. Inés lifted her dress, pulled her panties down to her thighs, and sat on the toilet with her legs spread. Her pussy was in front of me, wet and dark, neatly trimmed, with a strong scent that filled the small bathroom.

“Hold the paper,” she said. “And don’t look away.”

I obeyed in silence. I listened to her piss while she looked down at me with half a smile. The situation was degrading, yes, but that was precisely why it had my heart racing. My soft cock hung uselessly between my legs while she finished and rose slightly.

“Now clean me.”

I took the paper and moved closer. I wiped her slowly, first between her thighs, then closer to her lips. Inés spread her legs farther and let my face come almost beneath her sex.

“Since you’re down there, use your mouth. All of it, understand?”

She didn’t give me time to answer. She grabbed my hair and pushed me against her pussy. I stuck out my tongue and began licking obediently, carefully at first, then more deeply when I realized she wanted pressure. She tasted hot and salty. Inés moaned, moving her hips against my face, rubbing herself over my mouth without the slightest shame.

“Harder,” she ordered. “Get your tongue in there properly, don’t be useless.”

I obeyed more thoroughly. I opened her lips with my hands and buried myself there, licking her clitoris, moving up and down, feeling her squeeze my head between her thighs. She wasn’t gentle. She used me. When she moaned, she didn’t sound tender; she sounded commanding, hungry.

“That’s it, little dick... that’s it. You’re no good for fucking, but at least you can eat pussy.”

The words hit me exactly where they needed to. I pressed my tongue harder, sucking her clitoris and breathing as best I could. Inés began to pant for real, moving her pelvis with increasingly obvious urgency. She grabbed my hair with both hands and fucked my mouth for several seconds, rubbing herself against me until she came with a hoarse moan, her thighs trembling around my face.

She let go afterward, breathing deeply.

“Thank you, runt,” she said, pulling her panties back up. “You can come down now.”

I stayed in the bathroom for a moment, washing my face and catching my breath. When I returned to the living room, the other three greeted me with smiles of pure amusement.

“Look who’s back,” Silvia said. “And it looks like they gave him some real work.”

“Bring me some water,” Vera ordered.

I nodded and went toward the kitchen.

Silvia followed me.

***

I sensed her enter behind me before I heard her heels. When I turned around, she was already too close. She closed the kitchen door with her foot and pushed me against the counter.

“You and I aren’t finished,” she whispered.

She kissed me without warning. It wasn’t a soft or romantic kiss, but a wet, firm one of lips and tongue, as if she wanted to see how long it would take to make me docile again. I answered hungrily, wrapping my arms around her waist. Silvia drew back just far enough to smile.

“With your mouth, you do seem more useful.”

She lowered one hand to my crotch and searched for my cock. Finding almost nothing to hold, she gave a low laugh and pressed the tip of her finger against it, pushing it into my skin and playing with that humiliating sensitivity that drove me crazy. The gesture made me gasp.

“Look how you react,” she murmured. “You get turned on when I touch you like that, as if you were a little woman.”

She pressed again, rubbing slowly, and I felt myself grow as hard as I could. It was a strange, intense arousal, concentrated in such a tiny spot that every touch seemed magnified.

Silvia stepped away, pulled her dress over her head, and stood there in a fine black lingerie set that outlined her body with obscene elegance. She let me look at her for a few seconds, then unclasped her bra. Her tits fell free, firm and just heavy enough, with dark nipples I immediately wanted to suck.

“Take the rest off me,” she ordered.

I slowly pulled her panties down her legs. She sat on the counter, spread her knees, and showed me her shaved pussy, glistening with wetness. I moved between her thighs, and she held my face for a moment.

“Let’s see if you can make up for that little thing with enthusiasm.”

I tried to penetrate her instinctively, placing my hard cock at her entrance and pushing. I achieved almost nothing. Silvia gave a cruel little laugh.

“I can’t feel a fucking thing,” she said. “Use your head.”

I did. I looked down, remembered what worked best for me, and began rubbing the tip of my cock directly against her clitoris, slowly at first, moving my hips in short circles. Her expression changed immediately.

“That’s it... don’t stop.”

I kept rubbing, faster now, separating her lips with one hand and holding her thigh with the other. She began breathing harder, moving her pelvis to seek out the contact. I leaned in and sucked one nipple, then the other, alternating soft bites with licks. Silvia grabbed my hair.

“More. I want you to make me co—”

She didn’t finish the sentence.

The door flew open and Vera, Inés, and Alba came in with conspiratorial smiles. Vera was holding a harness with a black dildo already strapped around Alba’s waist. It took me a second to understand, and when I did, my throat went dry.

“Hold him,” Vera said.

Silvia caught me by the shoulders and pressed me against her chest, leaving my face buried between her tits. I felt her warm skin, her hard nipples against my lips. Behind me, Alba caressed my ass with her open palm.

“Relax,” she whispered in my ear. “If you like obeying, you’re going to love this.”

She spread my cheeks, and the tip of the dildo brushed my hole. I let out a gasp. They hadn’t prepared me, and she knew it immediately.

“Stay still,” Vera ordered from one side. “Don’t even think about moving.”

Alba spat between my buttocks, rubbed with her fingers, and positioned the tip again. This time she pushed slowly. I felt the pressure opening me, the initial sting followed by a thick invasion that forced me to close my eyes and grip the counter. Silvia took the opportunity to put a nipple in my mouth.

“Suck,” she said. “If you’re going to moan, at least do something useful.”

I obeyed. I sucked eagerly while Alba continued sliding the dildo in inch by inch. When it was inside me all the way to the base of the harness, I remained motionless, breathing in gasps. My ass throbbed around the thing, and the mixture of shame, pain, and arousal clouded my mind.

“Look at him,” Inés laughed. “He’s a little bitch.”

“Not yet,” Vera replied. “Give it to him.”

Alba began moving her hips. The first thrust tore a hoarse moan from me. The second made me open my mouth over Silvia’s breast. The third loosened me inside and made it clear there would be no escape. She was really fucking me, with an increasingly firm rhythm, entering and leaving my ass while Silvia held me in place and I continued rubbing my tiny cock against her clitoris almost by instinct.

“That’s it,” Silvia panted. “Keep going, don’t stop. I want to come while they’re fucking you from behind.”

Her pussy was soaked. Every brush of my tip against her clitoris made a wet smacking sound. My face was between her tits, one nipple in my mouth, my ass being penetrated, while the laughter and orders of the other two buzzed around me like a chorus of humiliation.

“Harder, Alba.”

“Hold his hips.”

“Look how he’s trembling. He’s going to come again.”

And yes. I was going to come. I felt it approaching like an inevitable spasm. Alba increased her speed, driving the harness into me with harder thrusts. Each impact pushed me forward, making my cock rub more effectively against Silvia. She arched her back and spread her legs wider.

“Fuck my clitoris with that little thing,” she ordered through clenched teeth. “Don’t stop rubbing me. That’s it, fuck, that’s it.”

I did it desperately, moving my hips in short, rapid strokes, feeling as if everything were on fire. I slipped one hand between her legs and opened her pussy wider so I could lick her clitoris between thrusts. Silvia let out a louder moan and grabbed the back of my neck.

“Yes... yes... there. Don’t stop.”

Alba gave me a series of deeper thrusts, reaching a spot inside me that made my vision go white for a second. My body suddenly tensed. I came then, in a short but intense burst, splashing Silvia’s pubis and pussy while I was still being penetrated from behind.

All four of them laughed when they saw it, but Silvia wouldn’t let me pull away.

“Keep going,” she said in a broken voice. “I’m not finished.”

I continued even though I was sensitive, almost sore, rubbing and licking as best I could while Alba fucked me mercilessly. Silvia began to tremble. I felt her thighs close slightly around my waist, her pussy contracting in time with her moans. Then she came with a muffled cry, rubbing herself against me and wetting my face and hand.

“Fuck...” she whispered, collapsing backward for a few seconds.

I had barely caught my breath when Vera grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at her.

“We’re still not finished with you.”

***

They took me back to the living room. This time not as a waiter, but as a real toy. Alba didn’t remove the harness from my ass; she merely slowed the pace and made me walk to the sofa with the dildo still inside me. Every step was a mixture of shame and an internal throb reminding me how open I was.

Vera sat on the sofa and made me kneel at her feet. Silvia had put her dress back on, though she was still wearing no panties underneath. Inés lit a cigarette by the window. The room smelled of alcohol, perfume, and recent sex.

“Listen carefully,” Vera said. “I want to see you be useful for something besides coming too soon. You’re going to eat all four of us if necessary. You’re going to endure the dildo in your ass. And we’ll only let you come if you earn it.”

“Yes,” I answered hoarsely.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

That pleased her. I could tell from her smile.

She began. She opened my mouth with two fingers and made me suck them before guiding me between her legs. She pulled her dress up to her waist and showed me a wet pussy with fleshy lips, aroused for quite some time already. She gave me a look of pure command.

“Do it properly.”

I pressed myself against her and drove my tongue inside. Vera knew exactly how to use me. She guided me with one hand on the back of my neck, setting the pressure and rhythm. When I found her clitoris, she let me continue. When I slackened, she gave my hair a small tug or slapped my cheek sharply.

“Don’t lick me like some little girlfriend,” she said. “Suck me like the obedient little slut you are.”

The obscenity of hearing that made me even hotter. I sucked hard, drawing on her clitoris and inserting two fingers where she allowed me, while behind me Alba began moving the dildo again with slow thrusts. The double stimulation left me almost dizzy. Vera moaned more and more deeply without losing her dominant stare.

When she came, she held my face firmly, forcing me to keep licking through her contractions.

“Swallow it all,” she murmured. “Good submission.”

She didn’t let me rest. Inés was next, sitting on the edge of the sofa and pulling my head between her thighs. Then Alba, who didn’t even remove the harness; she simply turned me around and continued penetrating me while I ate her pussy standing up, bent over, panting against her. Finally, Silvia sat back down on the low table and made me alternate tongue and fingers until she came again, trembling.

By then I was exhausted, my ass sensitive, my mouth swollen, and my cock hard again solely from the accumulation of orders, contact, and humiliation. Vera noticed and beckoned to me with a snap of her fingers.

“Come here. You’ve earned the finale.”

They positioned me in the middle of the living room. Alba was still behind me with the harness on. Vera stood in front. Silvia and Inés were at my sides. For a moment I felt surrounded like prey that was happy not to escape.

Vera caught my cock between two fingers.

“Don’t move. You’re going to come when I say.”

She began masturbating me barely at all, with minimal strokes, almost cruel in how little she needed to drive me crazy. At the same time, Alba penetrated me again from behind, slowly and deeply. Silvia kissed me on the mouth, sliding her tongue inside, while Inés squeezed one of my nipples until I gasped.

I couldn’t last.

“Please...” I let out, not knowing whether I was asking for permission or mercy.

“Ask properly,” Vera said.

“Let me come, ma’am.”

She smiled.

“Come.”

The word went through me. I came at that very instant, trembling all over, my ass receiving Alba’s final thrust while Vera’s hand milked me of every last drop. I emptied myself over my stomach and her fingers, moaning without a shred of dignity, completely spent.

All four of them watched me in silence for a few seconds, enjoying the spectacle of my exhaustion. Then Vera let me go and gave me a soft slap on the face, almost tender.

“Now,” she said. “Now you can collapse.”

I let myself fall to my knees on the carpet, breathing with difficulty. I heard them laugh, comment among themselves, and pour another drink. I was still naked, stained, and open, my head empty and a dark satisfaction climbing through my body.

Vera leaned down and whispered in my ear before stepping away.

“Next time, if you behave just as well, we’ll invite more.”

And I’m not going to lie: I was still recovering, still feeling the sting in my ass and their taste in my mouth, and yet, when I heard that, I got hard again.