I Gave Him a Blow Job in His Car Coming Back from the Fiestas
In the dark, a few meters from my building, his cock shone under the only streetlamp on the street. And I already knew I was going to lower my head again.
In the dark, a few meters from my building, his cock shone under the only streetlamp on the street. And I already knew I was going to lower my head again.
When the four guys came into the apartment at five in the morning, I knew I was about to live through something I’ve never told anyone.
Renata always hid behind Camila and Marisol. That night, on the warm sand and far from home, she decided she didn’t want to watch from the shore anymore.
I barely knew him, but when that stranger grabbed me in front of everyone, the driver set down his drink at the bar and walked over with a calm that was scarier than any shout.
When I opened the door to her at home, I knew that woman was going to ruin my night. I had no idea how far she’d take it—or where she’d end up on her knees in front of me.
I tied him with a thin strap around everything he cared about, and when I pulled for the first time, I knew that night would be mine from start to finish.
I walked through the door expecting a normal party. I found a patio full of girls in bikinis, no other men, and a hostess with a smile that wasn’t kind.
My mouth is dry, my head is about to explode, and I don’t recognize this bed. Beside me, naked bodies sleep that I knew far too well last night.
When I went back to the kitchen for the ice, my best friend was on her knees in front of one of the guys. And the others were right behind me.
A week after the party I was still thinking about them. So I wrote to all of them, put on my shortest dress, and went to the house where I knew no one would interrupt us.
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.
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.
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.
My friend pushed me back onto the sofa, told me not to move, and when I tried to understand what was happening there were already hands opening my legs.
I arrived in a black dress and the idea of a quick, easy night. By 3 a.m. I wasn’t counting bottles or the hands running over my back anymore.
I left work in unbearable heat and decided to stop by the sauna. I had no idea that detour would end with the three of us in something much bigger.
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.
We went upstairs without knowing that night we were about to cross every boundary we thought we had clearly set.
She lowered her voice and whispered in my ear while dancing: tonight I want you to watch me with your two friends. And instead of stopping her, I played along.
I knew that devil costume was too daring, but what I couldn’t imagine was how far I’d be willing to go once I left my panties hidden in the bathroom.
I thought I’d pay the bet with a kiss or a joke. Instead, my friend dared me to show up as an escort at his best friend’s bachelor party.
I let my guard down with a silly question about group sex, and Antonella smiled as if she’d been waiting months for someone to ask it.
I’d been married and bored for years when those four guys surrounded me on the dance floor. None of them guessed that, under the costume, I was more than ready to play along.
I said no three times. By the fourth, I was already floating naked while several hands decided for me what was going to happen that night under the lights.
When the moans from the closed room reached the garden, Andrés knew he had to see with his own eyes what was happening behind that door.
Three women, three men, and one rule that night in the bungalow: nobody knew who would end up with whom, and the timer was already running on the living room table.
When that green-eyed girl came into the bar, I was the only one who noticed the detail the others missed. By that same night, she was in our bed.
I only wanted to sleep off the booze. But when the door opened and the three of them came in, I decided to keep my eyes closed and see how far they’d dare go.
I’d been lying on the towel for hours, the sun sinking, and every time I thought it was over someone new knelt beside me with another idea in mind.
I left my phone at the entrance, set up my decks, and when night fell I understood why: half the garden was fucking without shame, and the hostess came straight for me.
The taxi dropped me in front of a huge gate and a guard was waiting for me. I still had no idea that night would turn me from a guest into the game.
We swore a hundred times that nothing would happen with them. We swore it until we convinced ourselves. Then they called us to their room and she was waiting for us naked.
When the Marshal’s shot rang out, I knew it would be our last night. What I never imagined was what the party would become once the lights went out.
I knocked on the wooden door expecting my father, but the man who opened it was the foreman, with a different kind of smile. Then he told me my father wasn’t there.
For years I'd been chasing something harder than one man. That weekend, at my mountain house, thirty of them were waiting by the pool.
I thought I’d just have something typical to eat before bed. I never imagined those two guys from the bar would lead me into the most uninhibited night of my life.
I was only there as company, I swear. But when the two of them came onto the terrace, identical and smiling the same way, I knew I wasn’t going to behave that night.
When Mariela took the microphone and said the bar was closed for just the women there, I knew none of us was going home the same.
She had spent years going to that club alone, waiting for a glance that would stay on her. That night, unknown fingers took her hand and dragged her into the dark.
Mariana had never kissed another woman until that night. She came home trembling with desire, never imagining her stepsister was watching her in the dark.
I didn’t know anyone at that girls’ dinner, until she walked through the door and our eyes got stuck on each other over the plates.
She arrived on my friend’s arm, with that mouth and those full lips, and I knew right away that on my birthday she was going to be mine, even if she was another man’s girlfriend.
The club closed at two and none of us wanted to go home. We booked a jacuzzi room, got two more bottles, and threw out an idea that changed everything.
She accepted the invitation to pay her cheating boyfriend back in kind and chose the fine-featured zombie, not imagining what she would discover when she took off the costume.
I was wearing a too-tight red dress and had just turned forty-two when that blonde woman put her hand on my waist and pulled me against her.
I felt a hand on my hip and a mouth in my ear: “You smell incredible.” When I turned around, it was her—the girl my friend had come to flirt with.
I never told her I liked women, or that she kept me up at night. But that midnight, alone by the pool, I was the one who dared to say what I felt.
I arrived single and bored, planning to leave early. Then the lambada started, and firm hands took my waist from behind.
I followed her on social media to get back at my ex, but ended up wanting her instead. Months later I saw her in the crowd and knew I wouldn’t let her go this time.
We’d hated each other at the office for years, but that night, with my fourth margarita in hand, her thumb brushed my bare thigh and everything changed.
My husband handed me over to that man and spent his time filming while I took him for more than an hour. He wasn’t interested in my pussy—only my ass.
We’d been in the scene for months, but that night, between the dungeon and the club, I found out how far my wife could go when she truly let herself loose.
The bridegroom’s sister waited for me every night, but the real surprise came when my friend asked me for a favor neither of us would ever forget.
When Néstor opened the door looking for a partner, my girlfriend already had her hands where they shouldn’t be and an idea in her head that would change everything.
My wife swore she would never cross that door. Three hours later, she was the one begging me not to stop in front of everyone.
We went up with two bottles of champagne and the idea of spending a pleasant evening. No one told us the family across the hall understood dinner differently.
I’d never watched another couple fuck from a meter away. With my friend moaning in the next bed, I discovered that watching and being seen turned me on like nothing else.
The plan was perfect: in my friend’s costume, my wife would never know the stranger dancing with her among the masks was me.
The door was half open, and while I was spying on my friend with two strangers, a hand turned me by the waist. It was him. And he smiled at me as if we both already knew.
“Come at eleven to the north area of the parking lot. No words.” An anonymous note, a nun’s mask, and a woman who may not have been his waiting against the car.
Hugo showed us a video where no one knew who was touching whom. He said it was to defeat jealousy. I didn’t know the draw would leave me watching what I feared most.