The Strange Fetish of the Client Who Only Wanted to Watch
In all the years I’ve worked as an escort, I’ve learned to recognize a difficult client the moment he sends the first message. Adrián wasn’t one of those. He was slender, with delicate hands and a shyness that showed in the way he took so long to look me in the eye. He spoke softly, almost asking permission with every sentence, but once he relaxed, he wouldn’t stop talking. I liked him from the start, and that’s why I was so surprised by what he ended up proposing.
We met a couple of times without anything out of the ordinary happening. The third time, while we were having a drink in a discreet bar near the harbor, he set his glass on the table and stared at it as if the courage he needed were inside it.
“You know?” he said at last. “I’d like to spend a night with you, but it would be a different kind of encounter from the ones you usually agree to.”
“And could you tell me what you have in mind?” I replied, amused. “How different could it be?”
He swallowed. He lowered his voice even more, though there was nobody close enough to hear.
“I’d like to watch you have sex with other men. Several. And I’m willing to pay you very well for it.”
It wasn’t the first time a client had asked me for a threesome or a private party, so I wasn’t shocked. What intrigued me was the way he said it, as if the important part of the proposal still hadn’t come out.
“And you?” I asked. “Are you just going to watch?”
“Not exactly,” he answered, and for the first time all night he held my gaze. “You’ll see. I hope you won’t dislike what I want to do.”
That sentence kept turning over in my head for days. We agreed on the price, which was generous, and set a date for the following Saturday at his place. He asked me to arrive dressed very sexy, so I chose a tight black dress, lace lingerie, and heels I knew would not stay on for long.
***
His house was in a quiet area, on one of those streets where by eight at night you don’t see a soul. He opened the door with a nervous smile and led me into a room with only one enormous bed, one of those that takes up almost the entire space. The curtains were closed and the light was warm and low, designed not to make anyone uncomfortable.
He offered me a glass of wine and we sat on the edge of the bed talking. There, with the glass in my hands, he finished explaining what he had in mind. He told me his pleasure wasn’t in taking part at first, but in watching. In seeing other men enjoy me before he touched me. There was still a part of the plan that wasn’t entirely clear to me, but he told me I’d understand on my own when the time came.
“I’ve never done it like this,” I admitted. “But there’s something that makes me curious. Where are these men coming from?”
“They’re trusted friends,” he said. “Healthy people, clean, people I trust. So you can relax.”
Just then his phone rang. It was a short message. He read it, smiled, and stood up.
“They’re here already and waiting for me outside,” he announced. “Wait for me a moment, darling. We’ll be right back.”
I was left alone in the room, with a half-empty glass and my heart beating faster than I wanted to admit. I heard muffled voices in the hallway, contained laughter, the sound of a door. And suddenly the uncertainty turned into something like excitement.
***
Adrián came back with three men. Two were of average build, athletic without exaggeration; the third was huge, tall and broad, with hands that looked capable of spanning my whole waist. They came in wearing only boxer briefs, making it clear from the very first second what the plan was. The tight fabric left little to the imagination.
They greeted me one by one with a soft kiss on the lips, as if we were old acquaintances and not strangers about to share a bed. While they kissed me, hands began to roam over my back, slowly lowering the zipper of my dress. There was no rush. They let the clothes fall to the floor little by little until I was left only in my lace thong and heels.
I felt the first hands on my breasts, squeezing firmly, while others kneaded my ass. Fingers found their way between my legs and confirmed what I already knew: I was wet before the really good part had even started.
Adrián, meanwhile, brought a chair to the foot of the bed. He sat down, pulled his pants down, and began stroking himself without hurry, his eyes fixed on me. He wasn’t participating. He was only watching, and there was something in that stillness of his that turned me on even more.
One of the men brought his cock to my mouth and I took it gladly. I started sucking him while my left hand took care of another, setting the rhythm with my wrist. The big one, meanwhile, settled himself between my legs and began to work me with his tongue, nibbling at my clit with a softness I hadn’t expected from someone his size. Every touch made me shiver.
“Get on all fours,” he murmured, his voice hoarse.
I obeyed. His cock was thick, too much to take all at once, and it took effort to make room for it. When he finally got inside, he started fucking me hard, relentlessly, while my mouth went back to attending to the other two, alternating from one to the other. The room filled with ragged breathing and the wet sound of skin against skin.
At some point, without me noticing, Adrián left the chair. He slid under my body, positioning himself in an inverted sixty-nine, and started sucking my nipples while the big one kept hammering into me from behind. I moaned uncontrollably. At times cries slipped out of me that I couldn’t hold back, and before I realized it an orgasm shook me so hard I was trembling from head to toe, with no intention whatsoever of stopping.
***
The big one came inside me with a long growl and, as soon as he pulled away, another took his place immediately. He grabbed my hips with both hands and drove into me in one thrust. Only then did I understand the detail Adrián had not explained to me: none of them stopped, none of them were careful, and everything they left stayed inside me. That was the part of his fantasy he had kept for the end.
I felt that cock going in and out of me with relentless force, my breasts trapped and sucked by Adrián’s mouth, and a third cock occupying my lips. I was on the edge of pure heat. Another orgasm ran down my spine at the same time I felt the man fucking me reach his own climax.
My mouth was free for barely a second. My sex, however, didn’t rest: it only changed hands. The pounding returned with renewed eagerness, and this last one was going deeper than the others. He grabbed my hair and pulled, not violently, but with a firmness that only turned me on more. The rougher he got, the more my mind blurred.
Adrián still hadn’t let go of my nipples. He bit them, stretched them, left little marks on my breasts with his lips. His cock was hard as stone. I tried to bend down to suck him, but he shook his head.
“Not yet,” he whispered. “Wait a little longer.”
I didn’t understand why, so I let myself go and kept enjoying it without asking questions. When the third man came inside me, groaning loudly, I knew Adrián’s moment had finally arrived.
***
He settled under me again, in sixty-nine position, with everything the others had left inside. Only then did he ask for what he had been waiting for.
“Now,” he said. “Suck me.”
I did, while he buried his tongue in me with a mastery that didn’t match his earlier shyness. I felt like I was floating. My mouth devoured him desperately, trying not to clamp down too hard each time a new shudder tore through me. And the shudders didn’t stop: his tongue worked a pussy that had surrendered completely, without a single grain of resistance.
We stayed like that a good while, me lost in moans, him taking his time, squeezing every second out of his fantasy. After several orgasms of mine, he finally came in my mouth with a long sigh, almost one of relief, like someone who has at last reached something he’s wanted for a very long time.
After that we all stayed sprawled on the bed, catching our breath. Someone lit a cigarette and we passed it around in silence, with that strange calm that comes after excess. It didn’t last long. Before the cigarette had burned out, we were at it again.
We spent the entire night changing positions, hands, mouths, but always with the same invisible rule: the others filled me, and Adrián received at the end what they left behind. That was his way of enjoying himself, and watching him enjoy it ended up turning me on as much as everything else.
That first time wasn’t the last. We repeated the encounter several more times over the months. And somewhere along the way I stopped doing it for the money. I kept seeing him simply because Adrián’s strange, silent fetish had become one of my darkest pleasures too.