Six Strangers from the Course and a Single Room
The truth? I don’t even know what the truth is. I wouldn’t know how to explain how I ended up in that hotel room, naked, with two too many drinks and my pussy as wet as the skin of my stomach, surrounded by six men. Six strangers until just a moment before. All as naked as me, all with their cocks in their hands, watching me with that mix of hunger and anxiety you can’t fake.
I met each of their gazes one by one, without lowering my head. There I was. I was going to be the body they unloaded everything they’d been holding back into: the frustrations, the pent-up need, the desires that by day are hidden behind a tie and a business card.
Let me go back two hours. I was in the hotel bar where I’m staying for the course the company I work for organized. A city that isn’t mine, a boring training room during the day and, at night, that silence of carpeted corridors that invites you to do things you’d never do at home. I only need two things for desire to win out over any other idea: there has to be something sexy and there have to be men worth the trouble.
That night both conditions were met more than enough. Sleeping with guys who work in the same company as me but in different branches, men I don’t know from Adam except for the odd email or work call, seemed to me as forbidden as it was irresistible. And among that half dozen, there were two who were really hot. Truly hot, the kind who leave your panties soaked just by flashing you a smile. Two tall guys, broad-backed, with a couple of days’ worth of beard and an alert, mocking look. One with brown hair, the other dark.
I’d imagined them all through dinner as two perfect figures, and when we finally got to the room they were sharing, I saw I hadn’t been wrong about a thing. Their bodies were exactly as I’d fantasized, and my body celebrated in its own way, getting so wet it left my thighs sticky.
“Carla, start with Bruno,” said the one who seemed to be leading the group.
I obeyed without protesting, without thinking. Secretly I wanted the two best plates, my two favorites, to be saved for last. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Bruno to settle himself standing between my open legs.
Bruno’s cock never quite got fully hard, that absolute hardness I like. No matter how much I licked it, sucked it, and shoved it all the way into my mouth, I couldn’t get it out of that halfway state. Even so, I managed to give the poor guy a good finish, and he ended up spilling on my face. The first one had already gone down. Meanwhile, my own fingers hadn’t stopped stroking between my legs, searching for my clit, keeping me on the edge.
“Now it’s Tomás’s turn,” said the same guy again, while none of them stopped touching themselves as they watched the show in silence.
Unlike Bruno, Tomás was hard. Very hard. He wasn’t especially big or thick, but he was firm the way I like, and that made the blowjob much more intense. Having a good hard-on in your mouth is always a turn-on in itself.
Tomás didn’t stay still either, unlike the first one. He pushed down on my head with his hands, tangled his fingers in my hair, made me kneel on the floor in front of him while he called me a slut and a whore. My favorite words in moments like that. He ended up shooting over my tits. It was a lot, far more than I expected from someone with such a modest tool. My breasts were left covered, shining under the lamp’s dim light.
“Lick them, Dani,” Tomás ordered one of his friends.
“Fuck off, man, you just came all over them,” Dani answered, the only one in the group who looked like he still couldn’t quite believe what was happening.
“That’s exactly why, Dani. Lick them,” insisted the one setting the pace for everyone, giving him a shove too.
Dani dropped to his knees beside me. It made me feel a little tender toward him. He had a good-person face, and everybody knows how the world treats good people. So I wanted to be kind to him. While he, half forced by the situation, began to lick and kiss my tits and play with his tongue over my nipples, I started jerking him off slowly. Of the three I’d already tried, he had the thickest cock, and thanks to my stroking, he was also the fastest to get hard.
When he was good and hard, to the cheers and laughter of his mates, I made him put it in my mouth. Dani fucked my mouth like there was no tomorrow, like it was the last thing he was ever going to do in his life. Maybe it was.
Good God, the way his cock reached the back of my throat, how he choked me with every new thrust, while my fingers sank between my legs seeking that double pleasure. I didn’t come, but I climbed one more rung in the arousal, until Dani filled my mouth with thick, almost sweet cum.
Before swallowing it, I looked him straight in the eyes and opened my mouth so he could see what he’d done. Then I swallowed, while stroking his cock in a kind of wordless goodbye.
Some of them had wanted to laugh at him at first. But Dani had managed what none of them had so far: he nearly brought me to orgasm and left me unbearably turned on.
To my surprise, when I turned back to the others, the one who’d been running the show had also come. His semen dripped, already limp, between his fingers. He’d wanted to make fun of his mate and hadn’t been able to handle the thrill of watching him enjoy himself that way.
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Only my two favorites were left. This time I took the initiative.
“I want both of you at once,” I said, looking from one to the other. “I want to feel you inside me, both of you, shaking me until the very end.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” the dark-haired one asked.
“Completely,” I replied, moving closer to close one hand around each cock.
They exchanged a few words I didn’t manage to catch. I think they were dividing up my body. The brown-haired one, whom the others called Iván, lay down on the bed and made me climb on top of him. The other followed a short distance behind, still not touching me.
Iván’s cock was imposing: thick, long, with a dark, firm glans. Veins ran the full length of it, hot under my fingers. I stroked it for a few seconds before placing it at my entrance and letting my full weight drop. I sank that tool into me slowly, feeling it make its way in, forcing me to stretch wider than I had in ages, stirring me from within.
I started riding him at a soft but deep rhythm, making him go all the way in and out with each movement. The pleasure showed on Iván’s face, in the way he clenched his jaw every time I came back down.
Suddenly, a sharp slap crossed my ass. It stung and hurt in equal measure, and that lit me up even more. It had been the dark-haired one, the others called Marco.
Without stopping moving on Iván, I felt Marco spit and run his tongue over my back entrance, salivating it, preparing it for what was coming. And what came was his cock, as big and sturdy as the other’s, but this time looking for a much less used hole.
It took work to get it in. It caused me a deep pain, so deep that a tear slipped down my cheek. But by then I was ready for anything. I endured the pain and the urge to scream, endured the first thrusts, the shoves, the grunts, until, after one more determined push, I felt him break through all the way, burning, widening me to a limit I thought I wouldn’t be able to take.
The three of us stayed still for a few seconds, just long enough for my body to get used to the intruder.
It was Marco who started moving first. He did it carefully, very carefully, stroking my back and hair all the while. The pain slowly faded, my insides burned less and less, and everything gradually turned into something else, especially when Iván, matching his partner’s rhythm, started pushing again from below too.
I closed my eyes. Pleasure filled everything. My whole body had become a single surface of sensation, every inch of skin pierced by both of them at once. I didn’t know where one ended and the other began.
The rhythm kept building, both in front and behind. My fluids wouldn’t stop flowing, soaking my thighs and soaking them too. I was holding myself up with my hands on Iván’s chest, letting myself go, no longer thinking about the course, or the company, or who any of them were.
Iván was the first to come. He did it in one long, deep shudder. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard just as he started spilling inside me. Feeling his spurts hitting me from within was what finally pushed me over: my own orgasm hit as intensely as his, and at last I let out the cry I’d been holding in all night.
Marco was right behind. Spurred on by our finishes, his movements got faster, more intense. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back while he drove into me again and again, impaling me. Iván slipped out of me, already softer, and I took advantage of that to stroke him and jerk him off, spreading that warm mix of his semen and my fluids between my lips and my clit.
Not long after, still yanking my hair until he nearly bent my neck back, a brutal grunt announced the shot Marco unleashed inside me, marking the exact moment of his own finish. Two or three more thrusts and he kept pouring out, while my fingers, now out of control, went in and out searching for my clit until I exploded again, in a final orgasm that left me with barely any strength at all.
The next morning, in the room where the course was being held, the seven of us greeted each other as if nothing had happened. Coffee in hand, folders, polite smiles. And as the speaker launched into the first slide, I returned to the only question that mattered: in truth, what is the truth?
