Six Strangers in the Club Parking Garage

I had been at the limit for seven days. It wasn’t anxiety or insomnia: it was pent-up desire, the kind that settles between your navel and your throat and doesn’t let go until you do something about it. I had spent the entire week in front of screens, feeding a fire that only grew larger with every passing hour. I had masturbated every night, sometimes two or three times, and each orgasm only served to leave my cunt more swollen and even hornier the next day. My fingers were no longer enough. Neither was the vibrator. I needed cocks, plural, and I needed them to wreck me.

On Saturday night I showered slowly, carefully dried my brown hair, and opened the wardrobe. The black dress hadn’t been out in months: tight from my chest to mid-thigh, with a neckline that had always seemed like too much for an ordinary night. I put it on without a bra, looked at myself in the mirror for a moment, and decided it was exactly what I needed. My nipples showed clearly through the fabric, hard just from thinking about what I was going to do.

I added thigh-high stockings with a garter belt, a lace thong, and red lipstick. Before leaving, I slipped two fingers between my legs to check how wet I was: I was soaked, and the thong’s fabric clung to my cunt like a second skin. I left the house alone and walked to the taxi with the December cold creeping up my legs. I wasn’t wearing a coat. I wasn’t going to need one.

The club was on the outskirts, one of those places that didn’t need advertising because everyone knew what happened there on weekends. I arrived after midnight, ordered a vodka with lime at the bar, and leaned against the wall to watch. The music was too loud for conversation, which suited me perfectly: that night I had no intention of talking to anyone for very long. I was going to fuck, not chat.

I went down to the dance floor once the place was full. I danced alone for quite a while, letting my body do what the music was asking of it. I brushed against strangers without any interest in learning their names. At one point, a hand squeezed my hip from behind and disappeared before I could turn around. Another brushed my ass beneath my dress, fingers sliding for a second along the thong’s cleft. I didn’t move. That was an answer too.

I saw them at the bar when I went back to order another drink. Four of them. One was tall and dark-haired, with his shirt sleeves rolled up, the kind of man who took up more space than he needed. Another had tattoos on his neck and a jaw covered in thick, dark beard, giving him the look of someone in a permanent bad mood. The third was blond and well-built, like someone who had grown up doing sports nonstop, with forearms I could already imagine gripping my hips. The fourth was thinner and quieter, but his eyes had been fixed on me since before I approached, the look of someone already calculating something.

I slipped between them as if I were looking for the bar. The dark-haired one was the first to speak, saying something unimportant about how hot it was inside, and I answered by leaning over farther than necessary, letting him see my tits completely from his angle. His hand went to my hip naturally, almost without intention, and stayed there. I didn’t move it away. It slid a little lower, until it brushed the top of my ass, and I smiled at him without saying a word.

The tattooed man brought me another drink without my asking. The blond watched me from the other end of the group with a smile that made no attempt to look innocent. With my second drink, I whispered to the dark-haired man that I was alone and the night was still young. I put my hand over his trousers to make it clear what I meant and felt the hard bulge beneath the fabric. I squeezed without hiding it. Nothing more needed to be said.

“Shall we get some air?” he suggested after a while, his voice a little rougher.

The five of us went out through the side door. The underground parking garage was almost empty at that hour, cars parked in rows beneath orange sodium lights, with the muffled echo of the music filtering down from above like a distant pulse. The air smelled of damp concrete and the dry cold of winter. I liked that smell. It had something of empty space and unfinished business about it.

We didn’t make it as far as the second row of cars. The dark-haired man gently pushed me toward the wall between two vans and pressed himself against me. His hands were large and slightly cold as he pushed my dress up around my waist. I let him, because it was exactly what I had gone out looking for. He slipped his hand beneath my thong and found my soaked cunt, so wet that his fingers slipped on the first attempt. He made a short sound through his nose, half laugh, half growl.

“You’ve been wanting this for a while,” he said quietly, sinking two fingers all the way inside me.

“I’ve been wanting this for a week,” I replied, squeezing my cunt around his fingers so he could feel it.

The other three came closer. The tattooed man pulled my neckline open with his fingers, slowly, unhurriedly, until my tits were exposed to the cold air of the garage. He pinched my nipples hard enough to make me moan. The blond positioned himself behind me, his big hands covering my breasts over the tattooed man’s, rubbing his hard cock through his trousers against my ass. The quiet one stayed a step back, watching, one hand already inside his jeans.

The hands began to multiply. The dark-haired man had his fingers between my legs, pressing his knuckles against the damp fabric of my thong, making me spread my feet apart. The blond kissed my neck from behind while squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples at the same time. The tattooed man pushed two fingers into my mouth and made me suck them as if they were a cock. Everything came at once, from every angle, and there was no way to focus on just one thing even if I had wanted to.

The tattooed man yanked my underwear down and slipped it into his pocket with a grin. I bent over the hood of the nearest car and braced my forearms against the cold metal. My dress rode up to my waist, leaving my ass bare, my legs spread, my cunt dripping down the insides of my thighs, gleaming beneath the orange lights.

“Fuck, look at her,” someone said behind me. I heard them unfastening their belts at the same time.

The blond was the first to enter me. At first he took his time, checking with his fingers that I was ready—I was, more than anyone could imagine—and then he pulled out his cock and rubbed it over my cunt’s lips, up and down, soaking it in my juices. When he thrust hard, all the way in, putting his full weight behind it, I lost my breath for a second. He was thick, truly thick, and he stretched my cunt in a way that almost hurt. Then he began to move with a firm rhythm, not rushing toward the end, fucking me with long thrusts that struck deep every time.

“What a delicious cunt,” he murmured. “It’s squeezing like crazy.”

The dark-haired man stood in front of me and pulled his cock from his fly at face level. It was long and curved, the tip already wet. I took it in my hand first, squeezing from the base, and then put the whole thing in my mouth, as much as I could, until the tip struck the back of my throat and made my eyes water. He began fucking my mouth at the same rhythm the blond was fucking my cunt, the two of them coordinating without speaking, penetrating me from both sides. The garage echoed with the metallic thud of the hood with every thrust, the wet slapping of my cunt, and the muffled echo of my own sounds, louder than I would have expected.

The quiet one had taken out his phone. The lit screen flashed for a moment in the gloom, pointed directly at the place where the blond was entering and leaving me, pulling out glossy with my fluids every time.

“Do you mind?” he asked.

I shook my head without releasing what I had in my mouth. Let him record. The idea turned me on more, not less. I pulled the dark-haired man’s cock out for a second so I could speak, a thread of saliva hanging between my lips and his glans.

“Get a good shot,” I said, and put it back in my mouth all the way to my throat.

***

We heard voices before we saw them. Two young men, carrying the energy of people who had just come out of a bar, rounded the corner between the cars and stopped dead. They looked to be in their early twenties. The four men in my group didn’t even bother to stop. The blond continued pounding me against the hood with the same calm, as if he didn’t care about the audience.

“Oh my God,” one of the newcomers said. “She’s fucking all of them.”

“Can we...?” the other began, already reaching for his fly.

“Get in line,” the tattooed man said without turning his head. “And get it out now, because she isn’t going to wait.”

The two young men approached slowly, as if they still couldn’t believe what they were seeing. One of them took out his phone too and started recording from another angle. The other unfastened his belt and pulled out a thick, throbbing cock, which he began masturbating a foot from my face while I kept sucking the dark-haired man.

They put me on the hood, on my back. They spread my legs wide, raising them until my knees were pressed against my chest, and took turns with an efficiency I hadn’t expected: the blond pulled out with his cock gleaming and dripping, the tattooed man went in—thinner but longer, reaching a place inside me no one had touched before—then one of the young men, thrusting with the impatience of someone who had been fantasizing about something like this for far too long. He had less technique but more energy, fucking me at a desperate pace that tore sharp moans from me, and both things have their value at moments like that.

The dark-haired man fucked my mouth with one hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to take his cock from another angle. Saliva ran down the sides of my mouth to my neck. My hands were occupied with the other two waiting at my sides, jerking them off in rhythmic strokes, squeezing each cock firmly while I rocked backward with every thrust into my cunt. The metal hood was cold beneath my thighs and back, my tits bouncing every time one of them pounded me hard. Everything else burned.

I came for the first time without warning, with one man inside me and the dark-haired man in my mouth, my hips squeezing on their own, my cunt biting down on the tattooed man’s cock in spasms he felt perfectly. I moaned around him, gagging with my throat full, and my legs trembled around the waist of the man fucking me.

“She’s coming, fuck,” the tattooed young man said. “Feel her cunt.”

The tattooed man felt it. After that he entered more slowly, deliberately, drawing out every inch, grinding me against the hood with circular movements that kept me moaning.

“Ask for what you want,” he whispered in my ear.

“My ass,” I said without thinking twice. “Put it in my ass.”

He nodded without saying anything else.

They turned me over again, facedown on the hood, my legs spread and my ass raised. Someone pulled my cheeks apart with both hands. He took his time with it. He spat twice on my asshole, coating it thoroughly with his fingers, and began to enter slowly and patiently, pushing in the tip first, waiting for me to give, then another inch, and another. When he was fully inside, I arched my back and let out a long moan, my hands clawing at the hood. Meanwhile, the tall young man stood in front of me and pushed his cock into my mouth without warning, all the way in. Having both of them inside me at once made me grip the edge of the hood with white-knuckled fingers. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. Both things at once, with no possible contradiction.

Then the blond arrived again and entered my cunt while the tattooed man continued in my ass. Two cocks inside me at once, separated only by the thin skin between the two holes. I felt them moving against each other inside me, alternating, one entering as the other withdrew. My vision blurred. I moaned uncontrollably, something between screams and sobs, my mouth still full.

The man recording came closer to get a better shot of the place where the two cocks were entering me at the same time. I saw that he had his cock out too, masturbating with his other hand as he recorded everything, the tip already gleaming. It amused me somewhat, and the laugh mingled with a long moan when the tattooed man drove another inch deeper into my ass.

At some point two more appeared. I didn’t know where they had come from. One was older than the others, with a pronounced receding hairline and the look of someone who had come to the garage by chance and stayed because of what he saw. The other was a young man in a sports jacket, with the face of someone who hadn’t expected anything like this from the night. They both stood watching for a moment, hands at their flies, and then, without anyone saying a word, pulled out their cocks and joined the circle.

They put me on my knees on the concrete. I didn’t care about the cold beneath my knees. I had six cocks in front of me at different heights, like a geometry problem with only one solution. I set about solving it.

I moved from one to another, sometimes taking one all the way to my throat, sometimes gripping them tightly with my hands, two cocks at once in my cheeks, my tongue jumping from one glans to the next, sucking balls between cocks, spitting and swallowing again. Meanwhile, the men behind me continued taking turns entering my cunt and ass, holding me by the hips or hair. Saliva mixed with cum dripped from my chin down over my tits. The men who came moved away a few steps, fastened themselves without saying much, and disappeared between the cars, leaving my face and tits smeared with semen. Those who arrived later took less time to come over.

The older one of the last arrivals grabbed me by the ears and fucked my mouth deeply, without care, until I gagged and tears sprang to my eyes. He came down my throat with a long growl, forcing me to swallow every spurt. He tasted of salt and beer. When he pulled his cock out, a strand of semen hung from my lip to my chin.

Someone asked my name. I told him it didn’t matter and opened my mouth for him to put it in.

I came four times in total, maybe five; I lost count after the third, when the blond entered me from behind again and the tattooed man filled my mouth at the same time with a thick load that spilled from the corners of my lips. There’s a point at which the body stops registering orgasms separately and begins to vibrate continuously. I reached that point and stayed there for quite a while, trembling between cocks, my cunt and ass open and pulsing, everything dripping down the insides of my thighs.

They finished one by one. The dark-haired man warned me and pulled his cock from my mouth at the last second, coming in spurts over my tits and face, soaking my cleavage up to my nipples. The tattooed man didn’t warn me: he came inside my ass, deep, and when he pulled out I felt his semen begin to slide between my cheeks toward my cunt. The two young men came within minutes of each other, one inside my cunt with a final thrust that made me moan at how hot it was, the other in my hand, leaving my palm full. The older man took longer, with the concentration of someone determined to make the most of the opportunity, and finished on my tongue, forcing me to keep my mouth open so he could watch himself fill it before I swallowed. The two men who had been recording saved the video without saying anything in particular, after both coming over my breasts at the same time.

One of them looked at me as he left with an expression that wasn’t exactly gratitude, but wasn’t far from it either. The one in the sports jacket disappeared without saying goodbye, pulling up his fly as he hurried away. The parking garage fell silent.

***

I was left alone among the cars. I pulled my dress down as best I could, feeling the semen still running between my legs and down into my stockings. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, ran my fingers through my hair to undo the knots, and took a deep breath. The concrete smelled of motor oil and something else I preferred not to examine too closely. My tits were still wet and sticky beneath the dress.

I went up to the street with a slight limp, my cunt and ass burning with every step. The December cold struck my sweaty, sticky face. The club’s doorman didn’t look at me. I hailed a taxi at the first corner and sat carefully in the back seat, feeling semen still slowly leaking from inside me into the thong I was no longer wearing.

The driver turned on the radio. Something soft, without lyrics. I looked at my hands in my lap: completely still, for the first time in seven days.

That was all I needed.