Oral

Having one cock in my ass and another in my mouth wasn’t my plan for Saturday. But I walked into the sauna, exchanged two looks, and everything changed.

I was twenty-one, coming off a disastrous year, and desperate to be distracted. That June afternoon, one different message changed everything.

He lived three doorways away from me and only wanted porn and mutual wanking. What I learned about him that afternoon changed everything between us.

That night I put on the flesh-colored tights, the golden little jacket, and the long-haired wig. I had no idea the costume would unleash what it did.

Dawn found their naked bodies on the tangled sheets. Mateo opened his eyes and tried to reconstruct, hour by hour, how that stranger had ended up in his bed.

We’d hated each other for ages and wanted to kill each other. What I didn’t expect was to end up taking his cock all the way inside me while the car fell to pieces under us.

I woke up hard, decided not to jerk off the usual way, and went cruising. What I didn’t expect was to end up kneeling with three cocks around my face.

I’d spent months fantasizing about being with a trans girl. That night, in the passenger seat, she whispered in my ear that she’d noticed the way I was looking at her.

I had never taken a job like that before: he only wanted to sit and watch while other men used me, and keep for the end what they left inside me.

I touched up my makeup, smiled, and went back to the kitchen with a plan none of them could imagine. That night, I chose the menu.

He only wanted a decent shirt. But then she looked up from behind the counter, and Andrés’s head started inventing what would never happen.

I’d kept that desire locked away for years. That dawn, drunk and defenseless, I let it slip in front of the one person who could make it real.

For years his wife called me “the mistress.” But I never was. I was his sex worker, and this is the truth she never wanted to hear.

I pulled out my cock pretending to piss under the tree, waiting to see whether that stranger would dare come closer in the park’s dim light.

We had whispered about it a thousand times and I never believed it would happen. But that night she knelt in the middle of the room and all I could do was sit and watch.

We agreed to meet through the app in twenty minutes. I never imagined that that same night a stranger would decide what my body did and whom I gave it to.

I turn off the light, open the story, and let my hand drift down. In my head there’s always someone in the corner of the room, watching, waiting to come in.

They put the blue ribbon around my neck, the only one different from the rest, and I walked down those stairs knowing those six men would discover what I was hiding.

My mother got up from the chair, kissed me on the mouth, and without saying a word slid her hand under my pajamas. Only then did I understand what my parents had agreed to during the night.

Marcos let me go in first, like a gentleman with a crooked smile. Inside, on some planks, two strangers were looking at me, their hands already at their zippers.