The Night I Gave Myself to the Old Men at the Club
It had already been two weeks since Vanesa had truly felt used. The last time had been a quick, clumsy arrangement with a kid in an alley behind a nightclub, one of those youngsters who come without warning and take off before a woman can ask them for anything else. That night she had been left hungry, with an emptiness inside that no punk knew how to fill.
That was why, that night, she decided to go down and get what she really liked. Older men. Shameless old men, the kind who had spent their whole lives staring brazenly and no longer cared if it showed.
She put on a light flowered dress, the kind that came off in a single pull. Low heels, red-painted nails, and nothing underneath. No bra, no panties. She knew there was usually a place to park by the club entrance, so she would be outdoors for barely a few yards, and even if someone noticed from the way she walked that she was naked beneath the fabric, she did not care in the slightest. Her need was stronger.
She parked almost right against the entrance. It was close to eleven at night, and she had had to hold herself back on the sofa, touching herself slowly until the exact time arrived. If she wanted to enjoy those men, she had to show up when the club was about to close, when almost nobody would be left.
La Amistad Cultural and Recreational Club. The sign hung above a metal shutter lowered halfway, like an eyelid about to close.
It was the club where her grandfather Eladio had spent his good years, before a heart attack forced him to move into a care home. Those members had known her since she was a child. They had watched her grow up among the card tables, and ever since she had developed the body she had, she had noticed perfectly well how they fixed their eyes on her. Once or twice, even, a wrinkled, rough hand had landed on her ass as if by accident.
She went in, and the first thing she felt was disappointment. Behind the bar stood Tomás, a big man in his fifties, fat and hairy, with a thick mustache and three-day stubble. At a table in the back, only two old men were finishing a game.
But when she came closer and recognized them, her eyes lit up. They were precisely the two boldest ones, the ones who turned her on the most every time she visited.
“Well, look who’s here, Eladio’s granddaughter,” said the first 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 show through her cleavage. She held the back of his neck with one hand to draw him closer, and while the old man’s callused palm climbed up her thigh to her ass, she sought his mouth. She pressed her tongue against his lips until he understood and let her in. He tasted of beer and tobacco, a stale, hot flavor that coursed through her whole body. Only once she was certain 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,” replied the other, Ceferino, his hand already resting on the edge of Vanesa’s dress, exactly 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 devouring her mouth with the same lack of shame as the other man. The taste of beer and tobacco was now joined by the sharp flavor of aged cheese.
On the table, beside two empty beer bottles, sat a small plate with a couple of wedges of cheese. Vanesa smiled, understanding everything. She picked one up and, pulling away for an instant, put half of it into the old man’s mouth.
“I’m hungry,” she whispered. “Feed me.”
Ceferino chewed quickly, and when she opened her mouth against his, he passed the bite to her with his tongue. Vanesa received it with a hoarse moan, savoring it as though it were the most delicious thing in the world.
“It’s good,” she said. “But I like what you keep down there even more.”
And she put her hand on his crotch.
***
She knew those men perfectly well. She knew she was going to find sweaty, neglected cocks, carrying that strong smell which, instead of putting her off, drove her wild. As for Tomás, the man behind the bar, she knew she would get little from him: that big fellow was more attracted to men than women. But she thought that, with a little luck, one of the old men might fuck him in front of her, and that alone would be quite a show.
“A beer for the little lady, Tomás!” Bonifacio shouted as he pressed himself against Vanesa’s back so she could feel the bulge beginning to grow inside his trousers.
“Thanks, handsome,” she said, taking the bottle.
“Come on, lower the shutter all the way and come play with my grandfather’s friends,” she asked Tomás.
The bartender went to the entrance and pulled down the shutter, but left it halfway up.
“I’m not closing it completely. Driss usually drops by when we’re cleaning up,” he explained.
“I have no idea who that is,” Vanesa replied.
And, without another word, she pulled the dress over her head in one movement and stood completely naked before the two old men, who did not waste a second before running their tongues over her breasts.
“Better,” Tomás added, looking at her. “The more people there are, the more there is for you.”
Vanesa laughed, both at the comment and at the haste with which those two old wrecks had thrown themselves at her. Within seconds, the trail of their mouths was moving down her chest while she began moaning loudly. Their clumsy pawing, their agitated breathing, hearing them pant with pleasure: all of it aroused her more than any young, perfect body.
Bonifacio left her breasts to his friend and stepped away to take off his trousers. Beneath them appeared a pair of old underpants, stretched tight by a thick erection already outlining the fabric.
“You take yours off too,” Vanesa ordered Ceferino, giving him one last kiss.
While the old man undressed awkwardly, she knelt in front of Bonifacio. She lowered his underwear slowly, savoring the moment, until she had it in front of her: a thick cock, its half-hidden head tucked beneath the foreskin, carrying all the smell of a body that had spent the entire day shut in. Instead of disgust, Vanesa felt a wave of heat in her lower belly.
She held his testicles with one hand while using the other to pull the skin all the way back. Then she took the whole thing into her mouth, down to the base, and began a slow, soaking blowjob, leaving it glistening with saliva.
“Come on, it’s my turn,” Ceferino complained, already naked.
“Come here, Tomás, you keep going with this one,” Vanesa said, showing him Bonifacio’s wet cock. “But don’t make him come—I still need him to fuck me.”
The bartender, who had watched the whole scene, hotter than anything he had seen in a long time, knelt between the old man’s legs, which he spread wide to make room for his massive body. Meanwhile, Vanesa slapped her palm against the table, indicating to Ceferino that he should climb up. The old man stretched out over her, knocking the bottles to the floor with a crash, far too eager to care about the noise.
Before starting, Vanesa took a look: Tomás was giving Bonifacio a slow, deep blowjob, swallowing the entire cock, while the old man sighed with his eyes closed and his hands resting on the bartender’s head. She smiled and focused on the shaft in front of her, just as thick but a little longer.
***
“Enough fooling around and put it in me,” Vanesa demanded, lying on the table, propped up on her elbows and spreading her legs.
Ceferino penetrated her slowly, savoring the way she opened around him. She felt her back pressed against the wood, against a layer of beer and sweat that, instead of bothering her, aroused her even more.
“Fuck, you’re so big, you bastard,” she moaned, digging her heels into his ass so he would not think of pulling out.
The old man grabbed her thighs and began to speed up. Vanesa heated him up with dirty words, shouting at him not to stop.
“That’s it, stud, that’s it. Fuck me like the slut I am,” she told him. “Fill me completely; it’s been weeks since anyone touched me.”
“I’m going to empty myself inside you, you filthy slut. I’ve gone a month without touching myself, thinking about you,” he answered, beside himself.
With a strength that surprised everyone, Ceferino pulled on her legs until her ass was sticking out over the edge of the table, and from there he drove into her harder, opening her completely. Bonifacio and Tomás came closer so they would not miss the finale. The bartender knelt behind the old man and spread his buttocks with his tongue, while Bonifacio grabbed one of Vanesa’s feet and sucked it all over.
“God, that feels good, you bastards, you’re such pigs,” she panted, completely unleashed. “Suck my foot, that’s it, all of it.”
Ceferino sped up one last time, sank all the way in, and came with a roar, thrusting to unload as deeply as possible. The heat of that jet, combined with the other old man’s tongue on her foot, made Vanesa explode too: trembling, moaning, releasing a transparent liquid that splashed across the old man’s wrinkled belly.
“Ahhh, fuck, that feels so good, you son of a bitch,” she cried through her convulsions.
For her, that had only been the beginning, but Ceferino was spent. He let himself drop into the chair behind him, legs spread, head hanging back, breathing as though he might die from pleasure.
“Now it’s your turn to fill me from behind,” Vanesa told Bonifacio as she climbed down from the table. “Get yourself ready.”
But first she crouched in front of Ceferino and cleaned his cock with her tongue, gathering every last trace, while with her other hand she searched inside her pussy for the come the old man had left there. She did it slowly, with delight, looking them in the eyes and enjoying the astonishment on those men’s faces at a woman who placed no limits on anything.
***
They moved to the bathroom, an absurd single-file procession: Tomás in front, then Ceferino shuffling his feet, and finally Vanesa leading Bonifacio by the hand. The room was large but a complete mess, partly used as a storeroom, with stacks of beer-bottle crates piled in one corner and a sticky floor. It smelled shut-in, like a place only older men ever came through.
“Sit down,” she ordered Ceferino, pointing to the toilet.
“And you, come wreck me,” she told Bonifacio.
Tomás settled on some crates to one side, took out a beer bottle, and began sucking on its neck, making no attempt to hide what he wanted it for. Vanesa knelt between the seated old man’s legs. At once she felt Bonifacio’s head brushing against her, searching for its way in from behind. That made her even more ravenous: she grabbed Ceferino’s cock and aimed it toward her face.
“You like swallowing everything, don’t you, you filthy slut?” the old man said with a crooked smile.
Vanesa did not answer. Her mouth was too occupied, and for once in weeks her head was completely empty of anything but the pleasure of feeling wholly used.
Bonifacio penetrated her from behind with one slow thrust, all the way in. She arched, moaning, while the old man found a good rhythm despite his age, his strokes shaking her entire body. From his corner, Tomás encouraged them in his thick, slurred voice.
“Go on, Bonifacio, give it to the blonde,” he laughed. “Make sure she remembers this club all week.”
The pounding began building a second orgasm deep inside her. Bonifacio warned her between gasps:
“Where do you want it, bitch? I’m coming.”
“Inside, you bastard,” she answered. “Fill me completely.”
And the two of them filled the air with cries. The old man emptied himself without stopping his movements, and Vanesa followed a second later, trembling from head to toe, releasing a hot gush as she clung to the other man’s thighs.
***
The old men dressed quickly: it was late, and people at home would soon start asking questions. Tomás raised the shutter just enough to let them out, and Vanesa stayed alone for a moment, leaning against the wall, her body still vibrating.
Then she heard new voices at the entrance. Tomás had let someone in.
“She’s in the bathroom,” the bartender was saying. “A real one, the kind who never says 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 young man of about twenty-three, dark-haired, with short-cropped black hair and green eyes shining against his dark skin. He smiled when he saw her, a broad, white smile, and something stirred in her stomach that she had not felt in years.
His companion appeared behind him, the complete opposite: a much older man, his face furrowed with wrinkles, his eyes small but burning, a mouth almost empty of teeth smiling with the same brazen insolence as her grandfather’s fellow members. When the old man put a hand to his crotch and squeezed himself through his clothes without taking his eyes off her, Vanesa knew the night had only just begun.
“Come in,” she said, opening herself again with the smile of someone who had finally found what she had been looking for. “I’m in no hurry.”
