Overtime at the Private Party

My name is Verónica, and until a week ago, I would have sworn that I knew myself well enough to know where my limits were. I’m in my thirties, I’ve lived alone for years, and I work among bars, loud music, and customers who think a smile always means an invitation. I’m used to being watched. I’m also used to using that to my advantage.

In the afternoons, I keep a quiet routine. At night, when I’m scheduled, I work at a cocktail bar in a nearby town. The owner, Mauro, has known me for a long time, and I know his family too. I watched his son Elías go from a skinny boy to a tall, broad-shouldered man, confident in himself. He was always attentive toward me. Perhaps too attentive.

It all began on a Sunday at noon, after closing late the night before. He called while I was still half asleep, my head heavy and my body stuck to the sheets. He said he wanted to speak to me in person. He was downstairs, at the café in my building.

I went down without getting particularly dressed, wearing tight leggings and a cropped T-shirt. He was already sitting on the terrace, smiling as if he had a secret in his mouth. After a couple of jokes, he made his proposal: on Friday they were holding a birthday celebration at a friend’s house, just five longtime friends, and they wanted to hire me to serve dinner and drinks.

—A hundred euros for a few hours. Nothing demanding —he told me—. We just want it to be a different kind of night.

The idea sounded strange to me from the very first second. Five grown men, an empty house, alcohol, and me playing private waitress. But I knew Elías, I knew the group, and the offer was too easy to turn down. I accepted. I did it with that mixture of trust and curiosity that so often ends up getting you into trouble.

All week long, I thought about backing out. Not because I was afraid, but because I sensed something beneath that invitation. An unspoken intention. A fantasy quietly cooking. Even so, Friday arrived, and I found myself standing in front of my wardrobe wondering what the hell to wear.

I chose a black miniskirt, a tight top without a bra, and high heels. It wasn’t clothing for an office or a formal dinner. It was clothing meant to attract attention, and I knew it. I put my hair in a high ponytail, painted my lips, and when I saw myself in the mirror, I knew I was deliberately provocative. If they wanted something different, I was going to be part of the show from the moment I crossed the door.

The house was in a development with enormous villas, at the end of a quiet street. When I arrived, Elías and the owner of the house, Bruno, were waiting for me by the gate. Both were wearing casual summer clothes and had an expression that ran down my legs like an electric shock. The other three were on the terrace, looking at me undisguisedly before I had even switched off the engine.

—You look incredible —Elías said as he opened the car door for me.

—You’d better say that, considering how long it took me to decide —I joked.

They showed me the kitchen, the living room, the small wine cellar, and the terrace beside the pool. They had prepared cold cuts, tortillas, drinks, and some pizzas for later. Everything was ready. Everything except the part none of them mentioned. I could feel it in the air, clinging to their looks, the silences, the way they came too close when explaining where the glasses or ice were.

The first hour passed without surprises. I served their drinks, brought out appetizers, and set the table for dinner. But every time I bent over or moved closer, one of them would extend his arm a little too far, brushing my thigh, my hip, or the small of my back. Touches that were supposedly accidental. Discreet enough to ignore. Insistent enough to arouse me.

The one who unsettled me most was Darío, the darkest and most heavily built of them. Every time I looked up, I found him staring at my legs or at my tits, hardened by the coolness of the night. And instead of looking away, I held his gaze for a second longer than I should have.

While they ate, they made me serve the wine again and again, bringing me close enough to each of them to feel the heat of his body. One brushed my waist. Another left his hand on my hip for an extra second. Elías watched me with calculated calm, as if waiting for the exact moment to cross a line he had already drawn in his head.

When I cleared the table and they sat down to play cards, I stayed in the living room with a short glass of gin and soda. I don’t usually drink when I work, but that night I stopped behaving as if I were working. Not completely, anyway. I sat nearby, crossed my legs, and let them look.

The conversation gradually grew more heated. First came comments about my clothes. Then more direct questions. Did I always dress like that? Did I enjoy driving men crazy? Did I know how many wanks more than one of them had had thinking about me behind the bar?

I laughed, pretending to have more confidence than I did.

—If you start getting annoying, I’ll charge you double —I told them.

—That depends on what you’re offering —Darío shot back without taking his eyes off my breasts.

At midnight, when an alarm went off on one of the phones, I thought they would bring out the cake and keep drinking. Instead, they moved the table out of the center. I dragged it aside myself at Bruno’s direction, without quite understanding why they wanted the living room cleared. Then the doorbell rang.

The person who came in was a tall woman with outrageous curves and a professional smile. You didn’t have to be a fortune-teller to know what she had come for. She wore a short, tight dress, stockings, and an insolent confidence. She introduced herself as Nadia and walked to the center of the room as if the house belonged to her.

What happened next was the real turning point. Nadia hadn’t come merely to dance for them. She had come to turn everything upside down. She handed out the cake, joked with them, allowed herself to be touched more than was strictly appropriate, and at one point called me over to her. She put two cream-covered fingers into my mouth, slowly, watching me suck them. Then she kissed me in front of all five of them.

I had never been with a woman. But her tongue in my mouth, the pressure of her hand on the back of my neck, and the muffled moans from the sofa made my panties instantly sopping wet. She kissed me as if she knew exactly which button to press. And she did.

Then she took off her dress. Then her bra. Then her panties. She danced naked for them, rubbing her ass, her tits, and her mouth against them until all five men’s pants were distorted by their erections. I couldn’t stop looking at her. Or at them looking at her. Or feeling like part of it even though I was still dressed.

It was Nadia who pointed at me.

—Now I want to see the waitress —she said—. I bet there’s something crazy beneath that top.

There was a brief silence. Then a flood of voices.

—A hundred more if you take it off.

—Come on, Verónica.

—Give us that.

I looked at Elías. He didn’t look away.

—Do it —he said quietly—. Only if you want to.

I did. I pulled the top over my head, slowly, and stood there with my breasts bare in front of all six of them. The air struck directly against my already-hard nipples. The five men let out a mixture of whistles and filthy remarks that made me blush and turned me on even more.

—Fuck, what tits —one of them muttered.

—Much better than I imagined —Darío said shamelessly.

Nadia pinched one of my nipples, smiling when she heard my moan. Then she made me turn around and offered to pay me more if I took off my skirt too. I wasn’t fooling myself anymore: this was a game of mild humiliation, exhibitionism, of letting my arousal serve as currency. And I was far too wet to pretend to be scandalized.

The skirt fell to the floor, leaving me in panties and heels. They applauded. Nadia ordered me to bend over. I did. I felt all five gazes fixed on my ass, on the thin black strip wedged between my cheeks. I heard one of them say he had wanted to see me like that for years. Another confessed that he had masturbated thinking about my ass. Instead of stopping them, I spread my legs a little farther.

That was when I understood that there was no turning back.

***

Nadia knelt down first to suck three of their cocks, bringing them to the edge within minutes. She did it with brutal experience, alternating between mouths and hands, leaving bright saliva on each dick. I watched, hypnotized. Elías, Bruno, and Darío ended up panting, coming across her breasts and face, and the wicked bitch smiled while swallowing some of the cum with a naturalness that left me trembling.

Then she sat on the edge of a table and spread her legs.

—Let her eat my pussy —one of the men said, laughing and pointing at me.

Nadia nodded as if the idea had been hers from the beginning.

—Come here. On your knees.

I didn’t think. I went. I knelt in front of her and moved closer until her pussy was just inches from my face, open, glistening, smelling of sex. I slipped my tongue in slowly at first, then hungrily. I traced her clitoris, thrust my tongue into her entrance, and listened to her gasp while she grabbed my hair and moved my face against her pussy with authority.

—That’s it, bitch, that’s it —she said, squeezing the back of my neck—. Suck me properly.

I heard the men around us, aroused, commenting on every lick. I wasn’t paying attention to them anymore. Only to Nadia’s taste, her trembling legs, and the way she soaked my face when she came against my mouth. When she finished, she pulled me up by my hair and kissed me again, making me taste her own flavor on her tongue.

She dressed quickly, collected her money, and before leaving gave me one last conspiratorial look. As if she were handing me the stage. As if what came next no longer belonged to her, but to me.

When the door closed, I was alone with the five of them.

Naked from the waist up, in panties, with my pussy throbbing and my face still wet. They were still hard. Harder than before.

—The party’s still going —Bruno said.

—And you’re going to serve us like that —another added.

I didn’t protest. I picked up my top and skirt from the floor, but I didn’t put them on. I went to the kitchen for more drinks. When I returned, they had already taken off their shirts. Some had taken off their shorts as well. Five adult bodies, five stiff cocks, five pairs of hands eager to take away the last of my respect.

The first firm hand was Elías’s. He grabbed one of my buttocks while I served him and squeezed without disguising it.

—Thank you, gorgeous.

Then came another smack. Then another. A hand on one tit. Two fingers pinching a nipple. I kept coming closer and closer, offering myself in a way I could no longer call accidental. If they asked for ice, I bent over. If they wanted napkins, I brushed my thighs against their knees. I was burning.

Darío was the one who finally shattered what was left.

He called me over beside him and put one hand on my waist. The other slipped between my legs, pushed my panties aside, and touched my pussy directly. I moaned before I could stop myself. His fingers were big and hot, and they found me soaked at the first touch.

—Look at her —he said to the others—. She’s dripping.

He put one finger inside me. Then two. He pushed them in slowly and began sliding them in and out with a rhythm that made my knees buckle. I leaned on his shoulder so I wouldn’t fall. The others watched us in silence, focused on my face, my moans, and the way my panties hung to one side while he fucked me with his hand.

—You like it like this, slut? —he asked near my ear.

—Yes —I answered breathlessly.

—Say it properly.

—Yes, I like it. Don’t stop.

His smile was obscene. He pulled out his fingers, showed them to me glistening, and slowly sucked them before grabbing his cock. It was enormous. Thick, long, brown, perfect for frightening and arousing me at the same time. I couldn’t look away.

—You want to suck it, don’t you?

I nodded.

The others laughed, egging him on.

—Then get on your knees —he ordered.

I lowered myself to the floor without a shred of dignity. I knelt between his legs and took his cock into my mouth hungrily. The head filled my tongue, and I moaned before I began sucking. He grabbed my hair to set the pace. He fucked my mouth with short thrusts at first, testing how far it would go. I drooled, struggled, swallowed more and more until I felt my throat burning.

—Fuck, look at her —I heard behind me—. She’s really eating it.

I wanted more. I wanted to earn all of it. I wanted to feel myself used at last. Darío held my head with both hands and pushed deeper. He forced me to open my throat wider, endure the gagging, and breathe through my nose while his cock struck the back of my mouth. Tears ran down my face. Saliva dripped from my chin. And still I continued.

Until he let go and left me coughing on the carpet, half-choked and completely hot.

—That’s enough —he said with a laugh—. You’ve earned something better than money.

He lifted me by one arm as if I weighed nothing and threw me over his shoulder. The others whistled as he carried me down the hall. I saw ceiling, lights, and pieces of wall before landing on my back in a huge bed, in what must have been the master bedroom. The five of them came in behind us.

That was when the real sex began.

***

They ripped off my panties. Literally. One pulled from one side, another from the other, and the fabric ended up on the floor. I spread my legs out of sheer need before they asked me to. My pussy was shiny, swollen, throbbing. Darío positioned himself between my thighs, but the first to put his face there was Mateo, the birthday boy.

He crouched down and opened me with his fingers to suck my clitoris. He did it with nervous hunger, like someone who had been fantasizing about something for a long time. Licking, sucking, thrusting in his tongue, while another rubbed my tits and another held my ankles against the mattress. I moaned shamelessly, arching my back.

—Eat her properly —someone said—. Look at her melting.

Mateo slipped two fingers inside me and moved them while continuing to lick me. I felt the orgasm rising quickly, brutally, but just before I came, they pulled him away.

—Not yet. Ass first —Darío said.

They turned me onto my stomach. They put a pillow beneath my hips to raise my ass. I felt hands spreading my cheeks, fingers smearing cold lubricant over my anus, and then one finger entering slowly. Then two. They moved inside me while another hand masturbated my clitoris from beneath my body. I moaned into the sheet, face buried, feeling them open and prepare me without any hurry.

—Relax —Elías told me near my ear—. You’re going to take all of it.

Darío’s tip pushed against my anus, and I clenched my fingers around the bedspread. The first part burned. The second hurt and aroused me at the same time. When he drove in more than half his cock, my pussy contracted so hard that the orgasm I had been holding back exploded all at once. I came screaming, trembling, my face pressed against the mattress while he continued entering me until he filled me completely.

—That’s it, fuck —he growled—. She loves it.

He began fucking my ass with slow, deep thrusts, pulling almost his entire cock out before driving it back in to the hilt. I could only moan and push my ass backward, seeking him, asking for more. My anus was burning and my pussy was running onto the sheet. I had never been so open, so full, such a slut.

Then Mateo stood in front of my face with his hard cock.

—Open your mouth for me.

I did. He pushed it in slowly at first, holding my jaw. Darío kept drilling me from behind, and I took the other cock in my mouth at the same time, choking between moans and gasps. Every thrust into my ass made me swallow Mateo’s cock more deeply. It was his birthday, but he was the one giving me the gift.

It didn’t take long. The tension in his balls, his short thrusts, and his broken moans warned me before he came. He pulled out just in time and spilled over my tits and neck, while Darío buried himself to the hilt with one final thrust and filled my ass with hot, thick cum that I truly felt pulsing inside me.

I was trembling. They were cheering. And there were still three left.

They turned me over, and Bruno grabbed my legs to put me at the edge of the bed. He opened my pussy with the tip of his cock and entered slowly, perhaps because he could already see how thoroughly used I was, or perhaps because he liked to savor it. Then he began to find his rhythm, a long, deep cadence that made my tits bounce and opened me farther with every thrust.

While he fucked me, Héctor came up to my head and offered me his cock. He didn’t have to insist. I sucked it eagerly, gripping it with both hands, licking the frenulum, pushing it down my throat as far as it would go. He caressed my cheek as if the affectionate gesture made up for the obscenity of having me filled by one man and kneeling at another’s mouth.

Bruno sped up. His balls struck my ass, wet with lubricant and semen. He fucked my pussy without tenderness, driving into me so hard that I gasped around the cock I was sucking. I felt my second orgasm arrive in short waves. I came, squeezing his shaft, and that was enough for him to pull out and spray his load across my belly.

Héctor didn’t last much longer. He pulled his cock from my mouth and spilled it across my face, splattering my lips and chin. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue out of sheer perversity. He gave a hoarse laugh.

—Look at her, she’s enjoying it.

Elías and Héctor were the ones left to fuck me. Elías was the one who affected me most. Perhaps because I knew him already. Perhaps because there was a strange intimacy in looking at each other in the middle of all that filth.

He lay down on the bed and made me climb on top. I straddled him, took hold of his cock, and guided it inside my pussy, still open and soaked. I lowered myself slowly until I had taken all of him. We both let out our breath at the same time. Then I began riding him, first with slow movements of my hips, then bouncing on him while his hands grabbed my tits and squeezed them mercilessly.

—This is how I wanted to see you —he said through his teeth—. On my cock.

His thumbs played with my nipples until they hurt. Then he slapped one tit, tearing a cry from me, and that drove the others wild. I grew even bolder. I bounced on his shaft with my body leaning forward, feeling it strike inside me again and again. He held my hips and began thrusting up from below, out of control.

I came for the third time on top of him, dripping over his cock. Elías then turned me over, leaving me facedown, and pulled out of my pussy to come across my back and buttocks, spreading his cum with the tip of his cock as if marking his territory.

Héctor wanted the ending for himself. He positioned me on my side, one leg raised, and pushed into my pussy with renewed hunger. I thought that after everything I wouldn’t be able to take anyone else, but my body had stopped saying no a long time ago. He opened me with quick, filthy thrusts, gripping one buttock hard. The room smelled of sweat, semen, and lubricant. I was covered in all of it and felt ridiculously alive.

Héctor fucked me until he came through clenched teeth, pulling out in time to spill between my thighs and over the sheet. Then he collapsed beside me, exhausted.

All five of them panted, satisfied for the moment. So did I. But I could still feel my pussy throbbing, my ass dripping, my legs weak. Nobody spoke. Only breathing and the occasional incredulous laugh could be heard.

They could have continued. I knew it. All five were still looking at me as if they weren’t finished with me yet. And part of me wanted to let them continue until dawn, to become at last the complete fantasy I had been acting out for hours. But my body was already asking for a reprieve.

I raised my hand when Mateo came toward me again with another half-hard erection.

—No more —I said, still panting—. If you keep going, you’ll kill me.

They laughed, but they listened.

***

I dressed slowly in the living room without cleaning myself completely. The miniskirt clung to my stained skin. The top hid very little. They watched me in silence, still naked or half-naked, with that mixture of satisfaction and hunger left behind by an orgy when it ends before the men want it to.

Bruno handed me the money. I didn’t count it in front of them. Elías walked me to the door. Before I left, he brushed my wrist and looked at me with dangerous calm.

—I’m not going to pretend I regret it —he told me—. I’ve wanted you for years, and tonight was better than I imagined.

I didn’t know what to say. I kissed his cheek and left.

I drove to my apartment with my legs still trembling. When I arrived, I threw myself onto the bed without almost getting undressed, smelling of them, feeling Darío’s cum still inside my ass. I slept fitfully. When I woke, shame hit me hard. I spent two days not wanting to speak to anyone, replaying every moment and wondering at what point I had decided to let myself be dragged all the way down.

The following Friday, after work, I couldn’t take it anymore. I opened my phone and saw an old message from Elías. I read it several times. Then I slid my hand between my legs and began masturbating, thinking about the bed, the two cocks at once, the mouth full, the open ass. I came so quickly that it frightened me.

And instead of learning my lesson, I did the opposite.

I wrote to him.

—I’m still thinking about that night. If you come, don’t come alone.

He replied in less than a minute.

—Give me half an hour. This time, we’ll be the ones putting in the overtime.