I Accepted the Private Party Game at the Mansion

The taxi dropped me off in front of an iron gate leading to a white gravel driveway. In the distance rose a modern chalet, with huge windows set between polished concrete beams. A security guard opened the gate while I paid and got out of the car, careful not to twist an ankle on my heels.

“I’m here from Eclipse. I think they’re expecting me. Damián sent me,” I said.

A spark of understanding crossed the man’s face.

“You’re early. The party doesn’t start until eleven. But I’ll let them know you’ve arrived now. Give me a second and I’ll take you in.”

We walked up the drive without his face revealing a thing. I found the gravel hard to walk on, and I was grateful when we reached the porch and he opened the door for me.

“To the left. They’re waiting for you.”

I heard the door close behind me. A man in a tuxedo with a white jacket approached me.

“Good evening,” I said. “I’m Daniela. Damián from Eclipse sent me.”

His face was unreadable.

“Come in. I’ll let the gentlemen know you’re here.”

I waited in the foyer. The man disappeared and came back a minute later followed by another, younger man, dressed in expensive but casual clothes. He came up and held out his hand.

“I’m Sergio,” he said, smiling.

“Hi, Sergio. I’m here on Damián’s behalf,” I replied, shaking his hand.

He took a step back and looked me over from head to toe, as if he were scanning me.

“Jesus Christ,” he let out, with a low whistle. “Damián didn’t exaggerate one bit. You’re gorgeous.”

I smiled, flattered.

“Thank you.”

“Come in, let me get you a drink before the others arrive.”

He took my arm and led me to the biggest living room I had ever seen. He stopped in front of a bar as long as any in a nightclub.

“What would you like? A martini? Champagne?”

“A glass of champagne would be nice,” I said shyly.

He raised his eyebrows and then smiled. He ordered the drink from a waiter who appeared out of nowhere and poured himself a whiskey on the rocks in a cut-crystal glass. He lifted it toward me.

“No one like you ever arrives too early, Daniela.”

The doorbell rang.

“Excuse me,” he apologized. “More guests are arriving and I need to greet them. Do me a favor: go into the small sitting room, the waiter will take you there. I don’t want them to see you yet. I want you to be the surprise of the night.”

The waiter took me to a more intimate room. I looked around and sat down, nervous, taking little sips from my glass. When he came back for me, we returned to the main room. It must have been about four hundred square feet, and at the back, glass doors opened onto a terrace with a huge pool.

Sergio came in with a group of new arrivals. I opened my eyes wide. One of the guests was a famous film actress, one of those who work in Hollywood now. I had seen her dozens of times on screen. I also recognized a television presenter, a political talk-show journalist whose name I couldn’t remember.

Before Sergio started the introductions, the doorbell rang again and he went back out to receive more people. I stayed silent, intimidated. I didn’t know what to say to that kind of crowd. From the conversation, I gathered that Sergio was the kind of man who loved throwing parties at his house. Several times he came over to make sure I was comfortable. He was attentive with everyone. I noticed he was tall and lean, without the forced muscle of a gym body.

At one point, the journalist came over to talk to me in a corner and asked what I did for work. At first I didn’t know what to say. Then I repeated what I’d been telling everyone lately.

“I work in PR,” I answered. It was almost true.

Sergio appeared beside us and smiled, approving my answer.

“And where do you work?” the journalist pressed.

“At Eclipse,” I said.

The man had already had several drinks. He knew the type of girls who surrounded Sergio at these parties.

“Well, for a PR girl,” he said with malice, “your dress is pretty provocative. I thought you were in another line of work.”

Silence fell. Several people looked at me, waiting for my reaction.

“And how is a PR woman supposed to dress?” I replied, trying not to sound nervous. “I’ve only been in the job a short time and I don’t know whether there’s a uniform. In any case, I can see several colleagues here wearing clothes similar to mine.”

A wave of laughter rippled through the room and broke the tension. Sergio came over smiling, took my hands, and murmured:

“Good answer. Come with me to the pool.”

***

The guests were dancing and chatting inside while we went out into the garden. He sank into an armchair and looked at me.

“What a prick,” he said. “Every year I swear it’s the last time I invite him, but he’s too important. I’m sorry he put you on the spot.”

“If you don’t like those people, why do you treat them like friends?”

He smiled dismissively.

“I have to, darling. I’m a television producer and I move among people with enough power to make my life complicated. Besides, a lot of guests would be disappointed if I stopped putting this on. It’s become a weekly habit.”

“You throw parties like this every week?”

He nodded with a note of pride. I shook my head, not understanding.

“And what am I doing here? I don’t quite understand why I’m here. I had to sign confidentiality papers, they took my phone…”

“I thought Damián would have explained it better,” he said, weighing every word. “You see… some of my guests are very protective of their privacy. They’re known people who can’t go to a club, hook up with someone, without there being photos the next day that could compromise them. So I make sure they have all the entertainment they’re looking for here. Damián helps me with some of that.”

“That sounds awful,” I said, tucking my hair back.

“I know how it sounds. The question is simple: there are a couple of guests who’d like to take you upstairs to a bedroom. What I hope is that you’ll agree and satisfy them. If you’re not up for it, I’ll call you a taxi and we’ll send you home. No consequences.”

I understood exactly what they were asking of me. For a second I weighed my options. Damián had told me not to disappoint him, and something about that house, those people, had sparked a curiosity I didn’t want to put out. I accepted.

Sergio smiled, charmingly, and led me back to the living room. In the few minutes we’d been gone, the atmosphere had changed. There were fewer guests and more girls like me. The journalist was gone. Small groups had formed all over the room. I noticed two girls kissing hungrily on one of the sofas, groping each other without caring who was watching.

Suddenly I found myself face-to-face with the actress and gave a little jump.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said, smiling. “And please, don’t even think about calling me ‘you’ formally.”

“It was the shock,” I replied, still surprised.

“I’m looking for a women’s perfume,” she said seductively. “For a friend. A young, elegant, attractive girl. Will you help me choose?”

Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed to me she was proposing a game. I hardly knew anything about her, but I wasn’t going to miss the chance to find out.

“Of course. I know quite a lot about perfumes,” I replied, smiling back.

She walked in her thin heels with hypnotic grace, almost as if she were floating. I followed her down a hallway, never taking my eyes off the sway of her hips, until she opened the door to a bedroom and stepped aside to let me in. Her tight brown dress outlined every curve.

“I think you’re beautiful,” she said, almost brushing my nose with hers as she closed the door.

“I’ve never been with…” I began to say.

She kissed me slowly, with tiny kisses that barely touched my lips and electrified my whole body. My heart raced. I had never kissed a woman. That softness turned me on; I parted my lips and let her tongue in. It was the most sensual kiss anyone had ever given me. When she pulled away, I wanted more. She had opened a door and I wasn’t about to stay in the doorway.

We sat on the sofa. Her hand traveled over my thigh while we looked into each other’s eyes, and kept moving up the inside of my leg until it slipped under my dress. I sighed. Her caresses over my underwear revealed that I was already wet.

At that moment Sergio came in with a glass in his hand, set it on the table, and sat in an armchair facing us. He took a sip without taking his eyes off us. He didn’t say a word. He was only there to watch.

The actress kept stroking me beneath the fabric and I kissed her more passionately. I slid my hand to her chest and caressed her through her dress. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman like that. I pulled down the side zipper and her breasts were slowly exposed, bra-free, larger than mine, with pink, hard, defiant nipples. I brought my mouth to one and licked the areola in circles to her sighs, then did the same with the other.

I kept going down, running my tongue over her torso to her navel, and lower still, over her black lace panties. I pulled them off, sliding them down her legs, and tossed them to Sergio, who caught them in midair and smelled them. The actress spread her legs and I lowered my mouth. I had never done it before, but desire taught me how to work my tongue to drive her crazy. Within minutes she was moaning, clutching the sofa.

“Keep going, please,” she begged, her eyes pleading.

***

She sat up and made me lie down with my legs wide open. I didn’t feel ashamed, only aroused. She plunged one finger into me, then two, moving them fast. My sighs told her I was almost there.

“Sergio, your new friend is very wet,” she said. “I think this one likes cunts more than she thought.”

“Come for me,” she asked, quickening the pace.

I arched my back and let myself go with the explosion running through me. Exhausted, I let myself fall onto the bed. The actress moved toward Sergio and put her wet fingers in his mouth.

“Want some?” she asked.

He tasted them obediently and started masturbating slowly in front of us.

After a moment the door opened and a young man came in hand in hand with the actress, who had stepped out for a second to find him.

“Iván, do you like Sergio’s new girl?” she whispered in the newcomer’s ear.

“She’s very pretty,” he said, as if I weren’t there. “And she seems very young.”

“I want the two of you to work her over, but slowly. Now it’s my turn to watch,” she said, sitting naked on the sofa.

Iván laid me down carefully and buried his face between my legs. He sucked my clit while he teased my nipples, and the pleasure intensified with every lick. I felt my body open to him. Then I sat up, made him stand, and found myself in front of a cock I didn’t know how I was going to take. I held it with both hands, stroked it, and put the tip between my lips while looking at Sergio. I let more and more of it in, but I barely made it halfway before gagging. It was a strange sensation, somewhere between pleasure and choking.

Iván took me over to Sergio at the other end of the sofa. I sat down, lifted my legs, and put two fingers in Sergio’s mouth so he would wet them. Then I ran them over my pussy, preparing the way. Iván guided his member toward me and entered slowly.

“Move slowly. He’s very big,” I asked him.

Obediently, he rocked his hips in short strokes, giving me time to adjust. The pleasure was overwhelming.

“Say something,” the actress demanded from the armchair, touching herself. “I bet nothing like this has ever fucked you before.”

“I love how he fills me,” I answered in a broken voice. “He’s going to split me in two.”

Encouraged, Iván increased the pace and the depth. A point between pain and pleasure ran through my whole body.

“Harder,” I shouted at him.

I couldn’t hold back the desire. The orgasm started building, and my instinct was more awake than ever.

“Don’t stop,” I said, wild-eyed, and turned to Sergio. “And you don’t even think about coming. You’re both going to put it in me at the same time.”

I lifted my legs and held my knees to my chest so the thrusts would go deeper. There was no turning back. The orgasm flooded me like a wave of fire and I cried out, convulsing over them.

Without giving me time to recover, Sergio came over. Iván lay back with me on top of him, facing away from me, and guided his cock toward my ass. He paused to lubricate it with saliva.

“Slowly, please,” I begged. “I’ve never done it from behind, and he’s very big.”

He pushed in without violence, grabbing my hair. I asked Sergio to come closer. Iván pulled me back, exposing my open pussy so the other could penetrate me. Within seconds I had both of them inside me. The thrusts filled me completely, drawing cries of extreme pain and pleasure from me. The sensation was brutal. Iván kissed my neck and Sergio kissed my mouth, while the actress watched everything, stroking herself slowly.

Iván lifted me a little and my clit started rubbing against Sergio’s abdomen every time he pushed in. I closed my eyes. The orgasm was born again, tightening the walls of my vagina while I dug my nails into the back of the man fucking me from the front. My whole body tensed and I screamed, swaying on top of them.

Without pause, the actress moved me aside and took my place, in exactly the same position. Now she was the one taking the two men, and her moans were music to my ears. I was fully aware that I was living the most intense experience of my life.

I just watched. The three bodies entwined, sweating. Iván and Sergio coordinated in every thrust. The actress’s face was a poem: she bit her lip, threw her head back with her eyes closed, absorbed in that hypnotic dance. To my surprise, her orgasms came almost silently. For a few seconds, there was nothing but ragged breathing. No one moved. And the three of us stayed like that a little longer, kissing slowly, as if there were no party outside at all.