Four Coworkers and a Night Without Inhibitions

I had spent an entire week holding back. It wasn’t that I found it difficult—I’m quite disciplined when I set my mind to it—but knowing the reward was just around the corner made every hour at the office feel twice as long. I had imposed a kind of voluntary fast on myself: no encounters, no suggestive messages, nothing that might distract me from the promise I had made to myself. Seven days without anyone touching me, without touching myself either, my pussy swollen and throbbing every time I sat down to work.

Friday finally arrived.

Last working day before ten days off. I had done the shopping on Thursday so I wouldn’t have to go out over the weekend, left everything tidy at home, and checked the list three times. All I had to do was survive the final hours at work, and that would be enough.

The problem was Marcos. He worked on the floor below and had this habit of appearing when you least expected him, with an idea that sounded reasonable but never quite was.

“We’re having a toast this afternoon,” he told me first thing Thursday morning, resting his palms on my desk. “Several of us are going on vacation. We have to say goodbye properly.”

I knew perfectly well what “properly” meant. Marcos, Sebastián, Nicolás, and Tomás. All four of them together. It would be the first time I was with them all at once, and the mere thought made me press my thighs together beneath the desk without meaning to. I was already getting wet beneath my skirt just imagining four cocks on the same sofa, all of them for me.

“All right,” I replied, without taking my eyes off the screen. “What time?”

“Tomorrow, when you get off. I’ll come pick you up.”

Just like that.

Thursday’s workday dragged, as always happens when you’re waiting for something important. At six in the evening I shut down my computer, gathered my things, and left. I had planned to go straight home, but the route took me elsewhere: first the supermarket, then the pharmacy, and finally Rodrigo’s bar.

Rodrigo was a man I had known for years. He had a small place two blocks from the office, with tall stools, warm lighting, and a refrigerator that was always full. We had a history—quite literally, in the fullest sense of the word—though I hadn’t seen him in months. Long enough for something unresolved to remain between us. And I remembered perfectly how he fucked: slow, dirty, with that tongue that seemed never to tire.

When I went in, he was already lowering the shutter. But when he saw me, he stopped.

“What a surprise,” he said, and there was something in his voice that was more than a greeting.

“I’m only here for something cold,” I explained, although we both knew that wasn’t entirely true.

He told me to come in. He pointed toward the refrigerator and stayed behind me when I approached it. I felt him before I saw him: his hands on my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his mouth brushing the edge of my ear. His cock was already hard against my ass, showing through his pants.

“It’s been a long time,” he murmured.

“Too long,” I admitted, pushing my hips backward to rub against him.

He said I looked tired. That he wanted to help me relax before my weekend began. That I deserved it, that I should let him do it. He convinced me easily. I didn’t put up much resistance, either. I had gone seven days with my pussy neglected, and he knew how to read it on my face.

The back of the place had a small room with a narrow bed and a bedside lamp. Rodrigo was the kind of man who never rushed, and that had always been something I liked about him. He took his time. He kissed my neck as he undressed me, slowly, without a single gesture suggesting urgency. He unbuttoned my blouse one button at a time, lowered my bra, and spent a long while looking at my tits before bending down and taking an entire nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, with pent-up hunger, until a moan escaped me and bounced off the walls of the little room.

He knelt in front of me and carefully lowered my pants, giving me little kisses on my thighs, my hips, the hipbone. He tore off my panties with his teeth and buried his nose in my pubic hair to smell me before touching me. Then he asked me to lie facedown and ran his hands over my entire back before descending vertebra by vertebra, his tongue hot and slow. When he reached my ass, he spread my cheeks with both hands and ran his tongue everywhere, not missing a single inch, until I was thrusting my hips against his mouth, asking for more without words.

When he turned me over, he started with my feet.

I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had started with my feet.

He moved upward slowly, skipping nothing. He kissed my ankles, the backs of my knees, the insides of my thighs, one and then the other, his beard scraping my skin. When he reached my center, he used his tongue with such concentration that I couldn’t think of anything else for several minutes. He spread my pussy open with two fingers and began licking all of it, with his tongue flat and broad at first, then with the tip pressed tightly against my clitoris. He slipped in two fingers and curled them, searching for the spot he knew by heart, while he kept sucking me, and I lifted my hips off the mattress without realizing it.

“Yes, suck it like that,” I told him hoarsely, grabbing his hair. “Don’t stop, you son of a bitch, don’t stop.”

Without haste, without excess: just sustained attention on one spot until my legs stopped obeying me completely. I came in his mouth with a long shudder that rose from my feet, squeezing his face between my thighs, and he swallowed everything I gave him without letting my clitoris slip from between his lips.

Then he took my breasts in both hands, pressed them together, and sucked both nipples at once. He penetrated me like that, almost without warning, and the angle was so precise that it took me a few seconds to realize he was already inside me. His cock was thick; I felt it split me open all at once, and I let out a long moan when he drove it all the way in. He fucked me slowly at first, sinking all the way in and pulling almost to the tip before entering again, then finding a faster rhythm when he noticed me moving my hips with him. The springs of the narrow bed began to complain, and he didn’t care. He grabbed my hips with both hands, lifted my ass off the mattress, and began fucking me harder, deeper, slamming my buttocks against his pelvis with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking delicious,” he murmured, watching his cock disappear between my legs and emerge again.

I came sooner than I expected. Everything contracted around him, and I felt his cock throbbing inside me in response to the squeeze.

I asked him to tell me when he was about to finish. When he did, I slid downward, knelt on the floor, and took him entirely into my mouth. I pulled him out coated in me, licked him from base to tip, sucked his balls one by one, and swallowed him again until I felt him in my throat. I finished him with my mouth: slowly, without rushing, giving him back some of what he had given me. I matched his rhythm with my hand at the base and my tongue wrapped around the head, and when I felt him grow even harder, he gripped the back of my neck firmly. He came without rushing, and I wasted nothing. I swallowed the first wave straight down my throat; I let the second and third fill my mouth so I could savor them, then licked my lips in front of him.

We fell asleep without meaning to.

I woke in the early hours with my phone vibrating on the bedside table. A message from Marcos: Everything okay? We’ll meet tomorrow when you get off. I sat up in the darkness, waited a moment, and replied that everything was fine. Then I dressed silently, left Rodrigo a note, and slipped away without making a sound.

***

Friday was the official version of the farewell. The one everyone knew was going to happen, though no one said anything explicit during the workday. There was an invisible current between us during the few times we crossed paths in the halls, and I noticed it in the way Sebastián avoided looking directly at me and in the way Tomás, who never smiled before noon, was smiling.

At exactly six, Marcos was waiting for me on the ground floor. Sebastián and Nicolás arrived ten minutes later in the same car. Tomás showed up last, as always, with a bag of beers and an expression suggesting that very little affected him.

Marcos’s apartment was large for a bachelor: a spacious living room, a terrace with plants, and a small pool at the back that became the center of any gathering during the Buenos Aires summer. It was still hot that afternoon, so when Sebastián asked if we should get in the water, no one said no.

I stayed in my underwear for a moment before Marcos helped me take it off. He unclasped my bra from behind with one hand and lowered my panties himself, kneeling and taking advantage of the gesture to give me a deep kiss between the legs before tossing the fabric away. The other three were undressing at the edge of the pool without taking their eyes off me. Four half-hard cocks, four fixed gazes on me.

The water was cool. The beers were ice-cold. And all four of them had that accumulated tension you can see when someone has been waiting for something for days. So did I.

Sebastián approached first. He took my face in his hands and kissed me slowly, without urgency, while the water reached our waists. Beneath the surface I felt his rock-hard cock pushing against my belly, thick and hot against my cool skin. I felt Marcos behind me at the same time: his mouth on the nape of my neck, his hands traveling along my sides, his fingers moving down between my buttocks to spread them and caress my ass underwater. Nicolás submerged for a moment, and when he surfaced his head was between my legs for a second, his cool tongue against my pussy, making me jump. Tomás waited at the edge of the pool with his arms crossed and an expression that was not mocking but pure anticipation, his cock standing and pointing straight at me.

“Come here,” I told him, and he did.

I moved to the edge and grabbed his cock while he remained standing outside. I sucked him from that angle, the water rocking me, while Marcos slipped two fingers into my ass from behind and Sebastián worked my tits with his mouth. Nicolás kept pulling his face out from between my legs and plunging it back in every few seconds, holding his breath underwater, and whenever he came up for air he left my pussy burning.

We got out of the water without anyone suggesting it aloud. It simply happened, as things do when everyone wants the same thing at the same time. Marcos pointed to the large sofa in the living room, one that had clearly been chosen with nights like this in mind.

I settled in the middle.

Tomás lay beneath me so I could ride him, and I sat down slowly, impaling myself inch by inch on his cock until I felt it buried to the root. I let out a long gasp when it reached the bottom. I was on top of him with free access from behind for Sebastián, who knelt behind me, grabbed my hips, and pressed the tip against my other hole, spitting into his hand first to lubricate himself. He entered slowly, millimeter by millimeter, and I bit my lip until I tasted blood as he opened me. When he was completely inside, I remained still for a few seconds, feeling them both, one in my pussy and the other in my ass, separated by barely the thin wall between them.

“My God, I’m so full,” I murmured, my voice broken.

Nicolás and Marcos positioned themselves at my sides, each with his cock in his hand, within reach of my mouth. I grabbed both of them at once, one with each hand, and began sucking them alternately: first one, then the other, without letting either go. Between the four of us we found a rhythm that was tentative at first and then became something completely different. Tomás thrust from below, Sebastián fucked me from behind deliberately out of sync, and whenever one withdrew the other entered, so I never stopped having something filling me inside.

Sebastián was the strongest-built of the four. Broad, unhurried, with a confidence in his movements that comes with time. He was thick—so thick that I felt him stretching my ass every time he sank in—and for quite a while I concentrated on nothing but that: adapting, finding room, breathing properly, and not letting either of the two cocks in my hands drop.

Nicolás gently took me by the nape, and I understood without him saying anything. I opened my mouth and he drove himself down my throat, pushing on the back of my head so I couldn’t pull away, taking my face without brutality but without permission either. I let him. I heard the wet sound of my mouth around his cock and felt tears rising to my eyes from the reflex, while Marcos ran his over my cheek and my lips, waiting his turn.

I was with all of them at once, and none of them was superfluous.

I don’t know how much time passed. Time works differently in circumstances like those: some moments stretch while others compress, and orgasms don’t always announce when they arrive. The first surprised me when Tomás changed his angle from below, lifting my hips slightly to thrust into me from another point, while Sebastián stayed still for one second at exactly the wrong moment—or the most appropriate one, depending on how you looked at it—with his cock buried entirely in my ass and throbbing inside me without moving.

I came with my eyes closed and my teeth clenched, my hands gripping the two cocks close to me, my pussy and ass contracting around them at the same time. I felt Tomás and Sebastián moan in unison when I squeezed them from inside.

Marcos was the first to come, his head thrown back and a sound rising from somewhere deep inside him. I had taken him all the way into my mouth a minute earlier, and when I felt him grow even harder, I grabbed his buttocks and pushed him in until he was completely buried. I followed him with my mouth to the end, not letting go until he had finished completely, swallowing everything that filled my throat, jet after jet. When I pulled him out, a strand of semen still hung from him, and I licked it off with the tip of my tongue.

Tomás came next, with a restrained moan that seemed more honest to me than anything spoken aloud during the entire night. He came inside my pussy while I was still riding him, and I felt every throb of his cock unloading inside me. I rested against his chest for a few seconds, breathing close to his mouth, while Sebastián continued fucking me from behind without stopping.

Nicolás took longer. He was the kind who needed space and concentration, and I gave it to him. I got off the sofa, knelt in front of him, and sucked him with dedication, looking him in the eyes, one hand tugging his balls and the other massaging his base. When he reached his limit, he did so with his eyes closed and his hands still at his sides, almost silently, letting the semen fall slowly onto my tongue without holding my head or pushing. That was honest in its own way, too. I swallowed everything, cleaned the tip with a kiss, and smiled up at him.

Sebastián was last. By then, hardly any strength remained in any of the five of us, but he had that ability to keep something in reserve when everyone else had already emptied themselves. He bent me over the arm of the sofa, spread my legs, and entered me again, this time from the front, fucking me hard and deep with that thick cock whose way it already knew. He looked at me before coming—directly in the eyes, without looking away—and pulled his cock out at the last second to empty himself all over my belly, between my tits, thick, hot spurts splashing me up to my collarbone. And that, for some reason I’m not going to try to explain, was what brought me to my final orgasm of the night, while he continued unloading onto my skin and I ran my fingers over it to smear myself with even more.

We stayed tangled together on the sofa for a long time, without talking much. Someone put on quiet music. Someone brought glasses of cold water. Marcos opened the last beer and passed it from hand to hand until it was gone.

“A good start to vacation,” Tomás said from somewhere on the sofa, without opening his eyes.

No one contradicted him.

I closed my eyes and thought that I still had nine days ahead of me. Nine days without a schedule, without an alarm, and without anyone telling me what time I had to be anywhere. The vacation had just begun in the best possible way, and I was already thinking about everything still left to do.