The Fancy Party That Ended Up in the Garbage Truck

That afternoon, Lorena left home without panties or bra, wearing a flared floral dress that hugged her thighs and made her breasts bounce with every step. It wasn’t carelessness. It was a plan. The invitation to the party for the son of a client from the firm promised exactly what she was looking for that night: men, alcohol, and the chance to let herself go as far as almost nobody dared to follow her.

The client had money and the son, Álvaro, seemed to devote his whole life to wasting it. Lorena came from an ordinary family, but her work had brought her close to that upper-class world of villas with pools and imported cars. She liked moving among them. She liked the idea of dirtying that so-clean world even more.

The taxi dropped her in front of the mansion and, from the street, she could already hear the music and the noise inside. She smiled. She couldn’t have cared less about the soundtrack; she hadn’t come to dance.

In half an hour she had mapped out the party. Three guys were openly circling her, drooling. She chose a blond with shoulder-length hair, pulled him by the hand, and, taking advantage of the other two being distracted, dragged him out into the garden.

There it was she who took the initiative. She shoved her tongue all the way down his throat while rubbing his bulge over his designer trousers. He just kept opening his mouth and resting his hands on her waist, like a mannequin. Seeing that things were going nowhere, she led him back inside and went up with him to a bathroom on the top floor.

As soon as she closed the door, Lorena pulled the dress over her head and stood naked. She sat on the edge of the toilet and unbuckled his belt herself. There it was in front of her, half hard, a good size and, above all, immaculate. The guy doused himself with cologne to that extent. After two slow licks, it started to stiffen.

—Piss on my tits —she said suddenly, letting go of it and lifting her breasts with both hands—. Come on, don’t be shy.

The blond’s face changed instantly. A grimace of disgust, his hands awkwardly trying to pull up his trousers while he fought down a gag.

—What are you talking about? What a disgusting bitch —he spat, and stormed out of the bathroom yelling.

By the time Lorena finished getting dressed, the whole party already knew about her. She went down the stairs amid looks of contempt and remarks tossed at her as people passed.

—Slut. Go on, get out of here —someone snapped at her.

She didn’t need to be told twice. She looked for Álvaro by the door.

—Will you call me a taxi? I left my phone in another handbag.

—Fuck off and walk —was the only answer she got.

***

Lorena set off on foot between identical mansions. Walking didn’t bother her; what unnerved her was having no idea where she was. Night had fully fallen and the housing estate was a dark maze of hedges and gates. Then, behind her, the roar of a large engine.

Down the narrow street came a garbage truck. It had barely gone a few meters when its unmistakable smell hit her nose. Lorena stopped. Something in that stench of rot, thick and hot, tightened her nipples beneath the dress. She raised her hand and smiled toward the headlights.

The last thing Mateo and Aníbal expected was to find a spectacular blonde signaling them to stop.

—What are you doing out here all alone, sweetheart? —Aníbal, the passenger, asked. He was a mature man with a goatee, short hair, and huge hands.

—If you take me to the center, I’ll tell you —she said, already approaching the door as if it were a done deal.

Aníbal got down to give her his seat. Lorena sized him up from head to toe. First from behind, with his trousers riding low and showing the beginning of his crack; then from the front, with that seasoned junkie face that dried her mouth. She gave the man a view of her thighs and, as she leaned in to climb up, showed him she had nothing on underneath. The driver, Mateo, saw the lack of a bra for himself when Lorena’s breasts bounced in front of him.

—We don’t go all the way to the center, pretty thing —Mateo said, pulling away—. But we’ll get you close to our yard and from there you can call a taxi.

—First tell us what happened to you, gorgeous —Aníbal asked, placing his huge hand directly on Lorena’s thigh, right where the fabric ended.

She didn’t move it away. She put her own hand over his and started playing with those thick fingers, making it clear she liked being groped.

—I was coming from a fancy party. I tried to hook up with one guy, he got scared, and they threw me out —she said, sliding his hand a little higher up her thigh.

—And that? Didn’t he like you? —Mateo asked, eager for details.

—It’s just that I have somewhat special tastes —Lorena replied, smiling and showing her teeth.

—Like what, pretty thing?

—Well, look… this garbage smell, for example. I’d never really thought about it, but it turns me on. The sweat of a good male. Things those little boys over there can’t even wrap their heads around.

—If it’s stink you want, you’ll get your fill with us —Aníbal laughed, getting the others laughing too.

—The girl must mean guys her own age —Mateo said, half joking, hoping she’d deny it—. Not two dirty old men like us.

—Not at all —she answered, putting Aníbal’s index finger in her mouth and sucking it hard—. Mature men are what really get me going.

—Jesus, what a girl —the Colombian muttered, taking off his green work jacket. Underneath, a sleeveless shirt with a ring of sweat and a tuft of hair peeking out from his armpits.

Lorena lifted his arm without asking permission, buried her nose in that hollow, and inhaled deeply. She closed her eyes with a look of pleasure and took her free hand to her sex over the dress.

—It’s clear what the bitch likes. Step on it, Mateo —Aníbal said—. This one wants war.

***

Lorena hiked her dress up to her waist, leaving her ass bare, and got one slap on the backside from each man as a welcome. The whole cab was an oven: the heat of the night, the mix of smells, the sweat of two bodies. For her, paradise. For almost anyone else, an unbreathable hell.

—Suck it —Aníbal ordered, yanking his trousers down.

She obeyed with delight. She grabbed the base with one hand, weighed his testicles with the other, and took him in her mouth while the man insulted her with a kind of tenderness that turned her on more than any compliment. Meanwhile, Mateo drove with one hand and with the other groped between her legs whenever traffic gave him a break.

—You’re a filthy fucking bitch —Aníbal said, grabbing her hair and setting the rhythm himself.

Lorena swallowed and choked on purpose, working herself toward gagging while the two of them called her every name in the book. The more they humiliated her, the wetter she got. That was her drug: stopping being the neat, professional woman from the office and becoming, for one night, the dirty toy of two strangers who didn’t even bother learning her name.

Mateo parked on a deserted street in the industrial estate, far from the yard and any eyes.

—This is better —he said—. We can fuck her properly here.

—I need a cock in my cunt now, please —Lorena begged, straightening up with a string of saliva hanging from her lips. She took the dress off completely and was left naked between the two men.

—Wait, I need to piss first —Mateo said, unzipping and looking for an empty bottle on the floor, where trash had piled up into a carpet of plastic and scraps.

Lorena held the bottle while the hot stream filled it. She never took her eyes off him. The smell of urine joined everything else, and the heat of the liquid seeped through the plastic into her hands. When he finished, she brought the bottle to her mouth and drank a long swallow, until she burped, to the laughter of the two men. It was exactly what she had gone out looking for, and what no villa-living rich boy would ever give her.

—Now it’s my turn to piss —she announced, and opened the door to squat on the edge of the cab.

While she peed, eyes closed and a stupid little smile of pleasure on her face, Aníbal took advantage of it, stood up on the step, and sprayed her head with his own stream. The blond mane stuck to her skin, soaked, and Lorena didn’t even move. She just opened her mouth.

***

Back inside, with the door closed, the air was even thicker. Aníbal was waiting for her seated, legs spread wide, his hard cock pointing at the ceiling. Lorena braced her hands on his shoulders and lowered herself slowly onto him, feeling full all at once. The Colombian grabbed her ass and helped her bounce, sucking her nipples until they were about to burst.

—What did the bitch do to the girl? —Mateo asked from his seat, slowly stroking himself as he watched.

Lorena didn’t answer. She rode him with her eyes closed, trying to get deeper and deeper, and her moans filled the cab over the insults. Aníbal spat in her face and she smiled, asking for more. The more they treated her like a rag, the closer she got to orgasm.

—I’m gonna come, asshole —she panted, tensing her whole body, throwing her head back—. Give me your load inside, motherfucker. Ahh… that feels so good.

—Take it, bitch. I’m coming inside —Aníbal roared at the same time, digging his fingers into her hips so she wouldn’t fall backward.

Lorena felt him flooding her from the inside, shot after shot, boiling hot. And even so, her arousal didn’t drop one bit.

***

Mateo moved to the middle seat as soon as he saw the pair were done. He was much more massive than his partner, hairy as a bear, with a huge belly and, hidden beneath it, an even bigger cock, vein-marked and with a purplish head.

Lorena got down off Aníbal, kissed the driver greedily with a mouthful of spit, and then positioned herself with her back to him, placing her bare feet beside the man’s enormous ones. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling.

—Rip me open, baby. All the way in.

Mateo grabbed his cock with one hand and guided it to her ass with the other. He didn’t even have to push: as soon as Lorena felt the head rub against her, she let her weight drop and it went in halfway in one go.

—Jesus, what a beast —she yelled, arching her back.

—Keep going, slut, you’re almost there —Mateo said, holding her by the waist.

Sweat soaked both bodies. Another thrust and Lorena’s ass slammed against the man’s belly. Then he really got going, a savage rocking from the very first second, lifting her with the strength of his legs until she was left hanging. The sensation of being filled to the throat was brutal, and she loved it.

—Keep going, bastard, split me open —she panted, face slack with pleasure.

—You like it, huh, bitch? What a fucking filthy slut you are —Mateo answered, feeling the cum rising from his balls.

Lorena bounced on him faster and faster, biting her lip, until she felt the cock throbbing inside her in a different way.

—I’m coming, bitch. Take it all, hold it in —the driver shouted, hugging her against his chest as he emptied himself.

She held the burst without moving, smiling with her eyes closed, feeling every spasm. When she felt the man’s legs stop trembling, she knew it was over.

***

The air in the cab was already unbreathable even for them. Aníbal opened the window and breathed deeply, laughing.

—You clean out the cab, asshole. I’ll take her home —he said, jumping into his own car, which he had left nearby—. No taxi driver is going to want to take her smelling like this.

Lorena got down from the truck naked, her dress in her hand. The first light of dawn illuminated her whole body, marked by everything that had happened that night. She picked up the bottle with the remaining urine from the floor and poured it over her face, as an improvised shower, to get rid of the worst of it. The smell didn’t improve, but at least she could look in the rearview mirror. She slipped into the dress and climbed in beside Aníbal, who was waiting with the engine running.

She was radiant. Her hair stuck to her body, her expression the pure happiness of someone who had finally found someone who didn’t judge her.

—If you hurry —she said, smiling, with her head already resting on the headrest—, there’s an empty lot near my place. And I’d still have time to do you one last favor before daylight comes all the way up.

Aníbal burst out laughing and shifted into first. He thought the rich kids from the villa had no idea what they’d missed.