Oral

I ordered a soda because they wouldn’t let me drink, and that same night an entire group of strangers decided I was the center of their private party.

I went down to the water in the black bikini they’d chosen for me. Three men waited in the dim light, and I knew exactly why.

When Mariana came down changed and her friends followed her, I knew that office get-together wasn’t going to end like any other evening among acquaintances.

The email arrived without a sender: the queen was smiling, her face covered in cum and the crown still on. Then I understood why the same kind of girl always won.

I’d spent forty years waiting to take part in an election. No one warned me I’d end up naked, chasing a stranger among overturned ballot boxes.

Three friends, a company-paid suite, and two Málaga guys in the mood for fun. Lorena knew that last night on the island she wouldn’t be sleeping alone.

I went down to the garden ready to call the police. I never imagined I’d end up on my knees, yielding to the three strangers hiding in the guest house.

Behind the door, seven men I didn’t know were waiting. Bruno had arranged everything, and I only had to give three knocks to begin.

They blindfolded me and sat me in a chair. When hands made me touch that naked body, I knew my farewell party would be unlike any other.

The applause came from the four armchairs around the bed. She turned, still breathless, and found them naked, waiting their turn.

My friend pushed me back onto the sofa, told me not to move, and before I could understand what was happening there were hands prying my legs open.

I crossed half of Europe for a client who bought content from me every week. What I didn’t imagine was what awaited me the second night, in that room full of bodies.

I arrived in a black dress and the idea of an easy night. By 3 a.m., I was no longer counting bottles or the hands running over my back.

I let them walk ahead so I could stare without hiding it. I never imagined that, before noon, the two of them would call me over from behind the palm trees.

Three months clean, nine men under lock and key, and one goal: the night when they would all be mine, with no rules, no hurry, and no fear.

Two girls and ten guys in a private room, expensive drinks, and a card game that stopped being innocent with every ice cube. I wasn’t planning to stop.

When Sofía said, “What if instead of a threesome we do an orgy?”, I felt my stomach drop—and for the first time, I didn’t want to say no.

I sat him on the sofa, facing the huge bed, and whispered in his ear: “Stay right there—this surprise is for you.” He had no idea what was coming.

The moment I set foot on the stairs, hands grabbed my hips from behind. That day, pleasure started before coffee even did.

We went upstairs without knowing that night we were about to cross every boundary we thought we had clearly set.