The Late-Night Confession That Changed Everything

I’m twenty-six years old and I’ve been with Diego for four years. We met when he was working as a waiter in a neighborhood bar and I had to pass by there almost every day. For weeks he pretended not to look at me and I pretended the same. One Tuesday morning he put a coffee on the counter without my asking and said it was on the house. It was a lie; they took it out of his wages. From then on, the rest came naturally.

I’m a brunette with straight black hair down to my shoulders, wide hips, big tits that fill a hand, and an ass that turns heads when I walk. I’m not saying that out of vanity but because it matters to what I’m about to tell. Diego has spent four years telling me I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to him and, while I don’t trust men who talk like that very much, with him I do believe it. We moved in together two years ago. Living together didn’t ruin us, which is exactly what everyone predicts will happen.

In bed, Diego is the one in charge. And that’s what I want. I like feeling his hand in my hair when I least expect it, yanking hard until my eyes water. I like the slap on my ass at exactly the right moment, the pinch on my nipple that hurts for a second and then makes my pussy clench. I like it when he grabs my throat while he fucks me from behind and whispers filthy things in my ear. That dynamic has existed between us from the start and neither of us ever questioned it because neither of us needed to.

But if there’s one thing that defines me sexually, it’s oral sex. I love sucking cock. Ever since I was a teenager, I had a reputation for it in my circle, and I don’t mind admitting it. With Diego I do it almost every day, not out of obligation but because it comes naturally. If he comes home tense from work, he doesn’t even need to say anything. I get on my knees, unzip him, pull out his dick, and take it all the way down my throat. Ten minutes later he looks completely different and my mouth is full of his load. I love swallowing it hot, feeling it slide down thick while he watches me from above with that defeated look. It’s the most direct way I know to connect with someone, and with him more than with anyone else.

We’ve been together for four years, and in that time we’ve fucked on the beach with sand getting into every place, in the car with the windows fogged up, in the bathroom of a restaurant where I had to bite my own hand not to scream while he drove into me against the sink, in costumes, with roleplay where I played his secretary that he fucked across the desk or the neighbor who came over to ask for sugar and ended up on her knees. Almost everything Diego proposed, I agreed to, and almost everything ended up turning me on. But there was one thing that had been circling in my head for a long time and that I had never said out loud because it seemed like too much.

***

The conversation that changed everything happened one Tuesday in the middle of the night. Neither of us was asleep. Diego was staring at the ceiling and I had my phone in my hand, not reading anything. At one point he turned to me.

—You know I’ve never asked if you have any fantasies of your own? —he said.

—Why bring that up now?

—It’s just that I’m always the one suggesting things. You do mine without a peep, but I’ve never asked what you want.

He was right. Diego suggested things and I accepted. But there was something I’d been keeping to myself for months and had never said out loud because it seemed too ridiculous.

—I do have one —I admitted—. But it’s pretty crazy.

—Tell me.

—You know I love sucking dick. Well, I’ve always been curious about what a bukkake would be like. Several guys around me, me on my knees, mouth open, and they come on my face one after another. It’s something I’ve had in my head for a long time. I’m not even sure since when.

Diego didn’t say anything for several seconds. Then he let out a short laugh, not mocking.

—Didn’t expect that —he said.

—I told you it was crazy. Forget it.

—No, wait. How many do you picture?

I laughed a little, suddenly uncomfortable.

—In the fantasy there are eight or ten cocks around me. But if I ever did it for real, I’d start with fewer. Five or six, to see how it goes.

—You’re sluttier than you look —he said, and there was something in his voice that wasn’t exactly mocking. I felt a tug low in my belly when I heard it.

—Don’t laugh at me.

—I’m not laughing, I swear. I’m getting hard just imagining it. Any others?

—No. That’s enough for now.

I slid my hand under the sheets and checked he wasn’t lying: he was hard as a rock. I took hold of him, stroked him slowly a few times, and knelt on the mattress. I pulled his boxers down, took his cock out into the open, and put it in my mouth without saying anything else. I sucked him off thinking about what I’d just confessed, imagining six cocks around me while Diego’s thickened between my lips. He put a hand on the back of my neck and set the rhythm. He came in less than five minutes, with tight groans, and I swallowed every last drop. Afterward I fell asleep before he did, with the taste still on my tongue. The next day the subject never came up again. A week passed, then another. I completely forgot about it.

***

We were coming back from shopping on a Saturday afternoon. We had bags in the back seat, I was half-way down with my window open, watching the street go by, and at one point I noticed Diego turning in a direction that wasn’t ours.

—Where are we going? —I asked.

He didn’t answer. He pulled into the parking lot of a motel I knew by sight but had never been inside. He killed the engine and turned to me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.

—Two weeks ago you told me about a fantasy —he said.

My hands went cold.

—Diego...

—Upstairs there are six men waiting with hard cocks for you. I organized everything that same night.

The silence lasted several seconds. I looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or start shaking. I could feel my panties getting wet instantly.

—Are you serious?

—Completely. I chose them myself. They all showed me recent medical tests. They know that when you say stop, they stop. You decide who comes in your mouth and who comes on your face. You decide.

My heart was racing and my pussy was throbbing. It was exactly what I had imagined on that sleepless night, but having it three floors away was completely different from imagining it.

—And you? —I asked him.

—I take part too. It’s seven cocks in total. I’m the last one to come in your mouth.

I didn’t think any further.

—Let’s go —I said.

I gave him a long kiss, tongue deep, biting his lip. I squeezed the bulge over his pants and felt how hard he already was. We got out of the car.

***

We climbed the stairs without speaking. Diego opened the room door and I went in behind him. There were six men spread around the room, some sitting on the edge of the bed, others standing near the window. When we walked in, they all fell silent. They all looked me up and down, without hiding it, the way you look at the woman you’re about to fuck.

—This is Valeria —said Diego—. You know the rules.

He handed me a bag. Inside was black lingerie we’d bought that same afternoon without my knowing why: a lace bra that left the nipples out and a thong that barely covered anything. He had planned it all days in advance, and I hadn’t had a clue.

I went into the bathroom. I stripped slowly, looked at myself in the mirror for a moment, and put on what was in the bag. It was barely any fabric. My nipples stood out hard through the lace, the thong disappeared between the lips of my already soaked pussy. I took one deep breath, let the air out slowly, and opened the door.

The atmosphere had changed. Six pairs of eyes, plus Diego’s from one side, all fixed on me, on my bare tits, on the wet triangle between my legs. I moved forward slowly. They started circling me without anyone saying a word, as if it had been rehearsed. Hands on my waist, on my hips, on my shoulders, on my ass. Someone pinched a nipple through the bra and I arched without meaning to. Another hand slipped between my legs under the thong and found my wet cunt. A finger went all the way in and made me moan. I kissed Diego while that hand kept working me from behind, and two others stroked my tits from the front. They stripped one by one. They pulled out their cocks and all of them were already hard, thick, pointing at me. I counted seven dicks of different sizes, some circumcised, others not, all rigid.

When the last one finished, Diego put a gentle hand on my shoulder. I knelt slowly, thighs spread, knowing everything was visible from behind.

I started with the one closest to me, a tall man with a broad torso and a long, curved cock, and I took him without hesitation. I licked him first from the balls to the tip, slowly, looking him in the eyes, and then I took him all the way down. I felt him hit the back of my throat and stayed there, breathing through my nose, until he squeezed my shoulder. I pulled him out with a thread of saliva hanging from him and moved on to the next without letting go of the first: I took both in my hands and alternated them, sucking one while jerking the other, switching every few seconds. Someone stroked my hair from behind and another man squeezed my tits underneath, pinching my nipples until I was gasping with a cock in my mouth.

I worked my way through the seven of them. I gave each one his time: on one I licked the balls while jerking his cock with both hands; another I took so deep it made me choke, feeling my eyes fill with tears; a third I sucked from the side, leaving a trail of drool down my chin. At some point Diego got behind me, grabbed my head with both hands, and shoved himself down my throat without warning. He rammed into me again and again, fucking my throat with short, hard thrusts until I couldn’t catch my breath. I stayed like that, my nose pressed against his belly, until he decided to let me go. When he pulled out, I coughed, gasped, and a long strand of saliva fell between my tits. It was his way of reminding me that he was in charge too.

I moved from one to the next without rushing. I set the pace; they set the intensity. Someone slid two fingers into my cunt from behind and moved them at the same rhythm as my sucking, another spread my ass cheeks and ran a thumb over my asshole. They touched me everywhere while I worked with my mouth, and at some point I came without anyone asking me to, clenching my pussy around the hand between my legs. I screamed around a cock. And I came again a few minutes later, this time with two fingers inside and a thumb rubbing my clit.

We’d been going for forty minutes when the first one reached the limit. The others saw it and organized themselves, forming a semicircle in front of me, cocks in hand, jerking off while never taking their eyes off me. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, closed my eyes for a second, and opened them again. They came one after another. The first one came with a grunt and shot three thick ropes: one landed on my tongue, another on my cheek, the third slid down my chin to my chest. The second came straight into my mouth and I swallowed all I could without closing my lips. The third aimed at my face and left my eyes, forehead, and nose covered in thick semen. The fourth wanted my tongue. The fifth stroked himself against my tits and came between them and across my neck. The sixth asked me to open wide and shot inside. The seventh was Diego. He came over slowly, took my jaw in one hand, looked down at me, and stroked himself right in front of my lips until he filled my mouth completely. A jet escaped and ran down the corner of my mouth. When he finished, he looked down at me with an expression that was not just satisfaction. It was pride.

I gathered with my fingers what was left on my face, on my nipples, on my neck, and swallowed it all slowly, looking at each of them in turn while I licked my fingers. Then I went to the bathroom to shower, feeling the semen sliding down the insides of my thighs as I walked.

***

When I came out, this time naked, the atmosphere had calmed down a bit but hadn’t disappeared completely. They were talking quietly among themselves. Diego wrapped an arm around my back and gently bit my neck while squeezing one of my tits with his other hand. Someone said something and they all laughed. I laughed too, even though I hadn’t heard very well what it was.

I stayed another half hour. Two more rounds. In the first they laid me on my back on the bed and divided me up: one in my mouth, one in each hand, and the others waiting their turn, stroking themselves. In the second they put me on my knees again and I told them not to come until I said so, to hold back, squeezing the base of their cocks if necessary, until I opened my mouth. I teased them. I sucked them slowly, made them stop just before they came, let them go, took them again. Four out of the seven managed to hold out. When I gave the signal, they all came almost at the same time, one after another, in my open mouth and on my outstretched tongue.

I swallowed it all slowly, looking at them one by one.

When we went down to the parking lot, the night outside was cold and still. Diego put an arm around my shoulders as we walked toward the car.

—So? —he asked.

—It surpassed everything I had imagined —I said honestly—. My jaw hurts a little.

He laughed. So did I. We went to dinner at a place that was open at that hour and I ate like I hadn’t eaten in days. On the way home we talked about what had happened, about what he’d seen from his angle, about what I’d felt from mine. It was a strange conversation and completely normal at the same time.

—When was the last time we talked like this after doing something? —Diego asked at a red light.

—Never —I said.

—Exactly.

***

Three weeks later, we were coming back from the movies when Diego took a turn I recognized without needing to ask. This time I wasn’t surprised; I was excited. My panties were wet before we even reached the parking lot.

—How many? —I asked before getting out of the car.

—Go upstairs and count —he answered.

I counted twelve hard cocks waiting for me. With Diego, thirteen.

That night was longer and more intense in every way. More than two hours, three rounds, and this time it wasn’t just my mouth: I let two men fuck me while I sucked off a third, one in front pounding my pussy to the hilt and another behind me patiently opening my ass. I came so many times I lost count. I ended up with my face soaked, my tits covered, my pussy dripping, and my ass leaking. In the end I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling with my thighs open and semen sliding everywhere while the men dressed around me in silence. Diego sat beside me and brushed the back of his hand across my cheek, wiping away a thick drop.

—Do you want us to keep doing this? —he asked.

—Yes.

—Would you change anything next time?

I thought for a moment.

—I want you not to be there.

Diego looked at me.

—Why?

—Because I want to see what happens when there’s no one there to set the rules.

There was a long pause. He nodded slowly, without adding anything else.

***

The third motel was a month later. We were coming back from the supermarket with the car full of bags when Diego turned toward the usual parking lot and killed the engine. He looked at me.

—This time I’m not going up. I have to take the groceries home. I’ll be back in three hours.

I looked at him.

—Are you sure?

—Completely.

He gave me a long kiss, one hand on my neck, as if he wanted me to remember it. Then he drove off as soon as I closed the car door.

I went up to the room alone.

What happened that night is another story. One I still haven’t decided whether I’m going to tell.