The Night I Gave Myself to the Old Men from the Club

It had been two whole weeks since Vanesa had last truly felt used. The last time had been a quick, clumsy fix with some kid in an alley behind a nightclub, one of those boys who cum without warning and take off before a girl can ask for anything else. That night, she’d been left hungry, with a hollow inside her that no brat knew how to fill.

That was why, tonight, she decided to go down to where she really liked it. Older men. Shameless old fucks, the kind who had spent their whole lives staring without shame and no longer cared if it showed.

She put on a light, floral dress, the kind you can pull off in one tug. Low heels, red-painted nails, and nothing underneath. No bra and no panties. She knew there was usually space to park by the club entrance, so it would only be a few steps in the open air, and even if someone noticed as she walked that she was naked beneath the fabric, she did not give a damn. Her need was stronger than anything.

She parked almost right by the door. It was close to eleven at night, and she had had to wait it out on the sofa, fingering herself slowly, until the exact right hour came. If she wanted to enjoy those men, she had to show up when the place was about to close, when there would barely be anyone left.

La Amistad Cultural and Recreation Club. The sign hung over a half-lowered metal shutter like an eyelid about to close.

It was the club where her grandfather Eladio had spent his best years, before a heart attack forced him into a care home. Those members had known her since she was a child. They had watched her grow up between the card tables, and ever since she’d had the body she had, she had noticed all too well how they stared at her. More than once, even, a wrinkled, rough hand had landed on her ass as if by accident.

She went in, and the first thing she felt was a stab of disappointment. Behind the bar was Tomás, a huge man in his fifties, fat, hairy, with a thick mustache and stubble. And at a table in the back, only two old men were finishing a game.

But when she got closer and recognized their faces, her eyes lit up. They were exactly the two most brazen ones, the ones who got her hottest every time she came by.

—Well, look who’s here, Eladio’s granddaughter —the first one said without getting up from his chair—. Come here, pretty girl, come give me a kiss.

Vanesa answered by leaning over him, letting her loose breasts spill out of the neckline. She held the back of his neck with one hand to pull him closer, and while the old man’s calloused palm slid up her thigh to her ass, she went for his mouth. She pressed her tongue against his lips until he understood and opened to let her in. He tasted of beer and tobacco, a stale, hot flavor that ran through her whole body. Only when she was sure there could be no misunderstanding did she slowly straighten up.

—Look how pretty she is —Bonifacio said, licking his lips, to his tablemate.

—Eladio’s granddaughter —the other one, Ceferino, replied, with his hand already resting on the hem of Vanesa’s dress, right where the fabric ended.

Ceferino was almost a carbon copy of his friend: just as old, just as depraved. He stood up, put both hands on her ass, and kneaded it hard while he ate her mouth with the same shamelessness as the other. Beer and tobacco were now joined by a sharp taste of cured cheese.

On the table, beside two empty beer bottles, there was a small plate with a couple of wedges of cheese left. Vanesa smiled; she understood everything. She took one and, pulling back for a moment, shoved half of it into the old man’s mouth.

—I’m hungry —she whispered to him—. Give me some.

Ceferino chewed quickly and, when she opened her mouth close to his, he passed the bite to her with his tongue. Vanesa took it with a rough moan, savoring it like it was the best thing in the world.

—It’s good —she said—. But I like what you keep down there better.

And she put her hand between his legs.

***

She knew those men very well. She knew she was going to find sweaty cocks, neglected cocks, with that strong smell that, instead of putting her off, sent her through the roof. As for Tomás, the bartender, she knew there wasn’t much to get from him: that big brute was more into men than women. But she thought that, with a bit of luck, one of the old men might fuck him in front of her, and that would already be a show.

—A beer for the girl, Tomás! —Bonifacio shouted, pressing himself against Vanesa’s back so she could feel the bulge that was beginning to grow inside his trousers.

—Thanks, handsome —she said, taking the bottle.

—Come on, pull the shutter all the way down and come play with my granddad’s friends —she asked Tomás.

The bartender went to the entrance and pulled on the shutter, but left it halfway up.

—I’m not closing it all the way, because Driss usually shows up when we’re cleaning up —he explained.

—No idea who that is —Vanesa replied.

And just like that, she pulled the dress over her head in one single motion and stood completely naked before the two old men, who did not waste a second before dragging their tongues over her breasts.

—Even better —Tomás added, looking at her—. The more people, the more for you.

Vanesa laughed, both at the comment and at the speed with which those two old fucks had thrown themselves at her. In a matter of seconds, the trail of their mouths was sliding down her chest while she began to moan out loud. Their clumsy pawing, their ragged breathing, hearing them pant with pleasure: all of it aroused her more than any young, perfect body ever could.

Bonifacio left her breasts to his friend and stepped away to take off his trousers. Beneath them, an old pair of briefs appeared, strained by a thick erection that was already pressing the fabric out.

—You take yours off too —Vanesa ordered Ceferino, giving him one last kiss.

While the old man fumbled out of his clothes, she knelt in front of Bonifacio. She pulled his briefs down slowly, enjoying the moment, until she had it in front of her: a thick cock, with the head half hidden under the skin, carrying the full smell of a body that had been locked up all day. Instead of disgust, Vanesa felt a rush of heat in her lower belly.

She held his balls with one hand while with the other she pulled the skin back all the way. Then she took the whole thing into her mouth, right down to the base, and started a slow, soaking blowjob, coating it in saliva until it gleamed.

—Come on, now it’s my turn —protested Ceferino, already naked.

—Come here, Tomás, keep going with this one —Vanesa said, showing him Bonifacio’s wet cock—. But don’t make him cum yet, he still has to fuck me.

The bartender, who had watched the whole hot scene with more attention than usual, knelt between the old man’s legs, which opened wide to make room for his bulk. Meanwhile, Vanesa slapped the table to signal to Ceferino to climb up. The old man stretched out over her, sending the beer bottles crashing to the floor with a clatter, too eager to care about the noise.

Before starting, Vanesa took a look: Tomás was giving Bonifacio a slow, deep blowjob, swallowing the whole cock, and the old man was sighing with his eyes closed and his hands on the bartender’s head. She smiled and focused on the dick in front of her, just as thick but a little longer.

***

—Cut the bullshit already and put it in me —Vanesa asked, lying back on the table, propped on her elbows and spreading her legs.

Ceferino entered her slowly, savoring the way she opened for him. She felt her back pressed to the wood, over a layer of beer and sweat dampness that, instead of bothering her, only turned her on more.

—Fuck, you’ve got a huge one, bastard —she moaned, digging her heels into his ass so he wouldn’t think of pulling out.

The old man grabbed her thighs and began to speed up. Vanesa, heating him up with dirty talk, begged him to keep going.

—Like that, big man, like that. Fuck me like the whore I am —she told him—. Fill me up, I haven’t been touched in weeks.

—I’m going to empty myself inside you, slut, I’ve gone a month without touching myself thinking about you —he answered, beside himself.

With a force that surprised them all, Ceferino pulled her legs until her ass hung off the edge of the table, and from there he rammed deeper, opening her all the way. Bonifacio and Tomás came closer so they wouldn’t miss the finale. The bartender knelt behind the old man and pulled his cheeks apart with his tongue, while Bonifacio grabbed one of Vanesa’s feet and sucked it whole.

—What a pleasure, you bastards, you’re such pigs —she panted, completely unleashed—. Suck my foot, like that, the whole thing.

Ceferino gave one last burst, buried himself to the hilt, and came out with a roar, pushing to empty himself as deep inside as possible. The heat of that stream, added to the other old man’s tongue on her foot, made Vanesa explode too: trembling, moaning, letting out a clear liquid that splattered the old man’s wrinkled belly.

—Ahhh, that feels so good, you son of a bitch —she shouted between convulsions.

For her, that had barely begun, but Ceferino was utterly spent. He let himself fall back into the chair behind him, legs spread wide, his head hanging back, breathing as if he were going to die of pleasure.

—Now it’s your turn to fill me from behind —Vanesa told Bonifacio, getting down from the table—. You’d better get ready.

But first she bent down in front of Ceferino, licked his cock clean, gathering every last trace, while with her other hand she dug around in her cunt for the cum the old man had left her. She did it slowly, with delight, looking them in the eyes, enjoying the look of astonishment on those men’s faces at a woman who set no limits on anything.

***

They went to the bathroom, an absurd little procession in single file: Tomás in front, then Ceferino dragging his feet, and finally Vanesa leading Bonifacio by the hand. The room was large but a mess, half turned into storage, with stacks of beer bottle crates piled in one corner and a sticky floor. It smelled closed-in, like a place only older men ever step into.

—Sit down —she ordered Ceferino, pointing at the toilet.

—And you, come wreck me —she told Bonifacio.

Tomás settled onto some crates to the side, took a bottle and started sucking on its neck, not even pretending to hide what he wanted it for. Vanesa knelt between the old man’s legs. At once she felt the head of Bonifacio’s cock rubbing its way in from behind. That made her even filthier: she grabbed Ceferino’s dick and pointed it toward her face.

—You like swallowing everything, huh, slut? —the old man said with a crooked smile.

Vanesa did not answer. Her mouth was too busy, and her head, for once in weeks, completely empty of everything except the pleasure of feeling herself used to the fullest.

Bonifacio entered her from behind in one slow thrust, all the way in. She arched her back, moaning, while the old man kept up a solid rhythm despite his age, each удар shaking her whole body. Tomás, from his corner, cheered them on in a thick, boozy voice.

—Go on, Bonifacio, give it to the little blonde —he laughed—. Let her remember this club all week.

The cocks kept driving a second orgasm up from deep inside her. Bonifacio warned her between gasps:

—Where do you want it, bitch? I’m about to cum.

—Inside, bastard —she answered—. Fill me all the way up.

And the two of them filled the air with cries. The old man emptied himself without stopping his movement, and Vanesa followed a second later, shaking from head to toe, letting out a hot gush while she clung to the other man’s thighs.

***

The old men dressed quickly: it was late, and at home they’d already be asking questions. Tomás lifted the shutter just enough to let them out, and Vanesa stayed a moment alone, leaning against the wall, her body still vibrating.

Then she heard new voices at the entrance. Tomás had let someone else in.

—She’s in the bathroom —the bartender was saying—. A real one, one of those who won’t say no to anything. She’ll let you do whatever you want to her.

When Vanesa saw the first one appear in the doorway, it was almost love at first sight. A boy of about twenty-three, dark-skinned, with cropped black hair and green eyes that shone against that dark skin. He smiled when he saw her, a bright open smile, and something twisted in her stomach that she hadn’t felt in years.

Behind him came his companion, just the opposite: a much older man, his face furrowed with wrinkles, small but blazing eyes, a mouth nearly empty of teeth that smiled with the same shamelessness as her grandfather’s clubmates. When the old man took his hand to his crotch and squeezed himself over his clothes without taking his eyes off her, Vanesa knew the night had only just begun.

—Come in —she said, opening herself up again, with the smile of someone who has finally found what she was looking for—. I’m in no hurry.