The Private Meeting Where They Offered Me to Everyone

The first time Darío told me about that meeting, he did so with the same calmness he used when explaining any other order. We were in the car, parked in a dark corner downtown, and I had my skirt hiked up to my waist while he spread my legs with one hand and pushed two fingers inside me with the other.

“On Monday, you’re coming with me to the office,” he said, without stopping the movement of his wrist. “No questions. No getting nervous. Just obey.”

I moaned against the fogged-up window. I already knew how to recognize that tone. It wasn’t a proposal. It was an instruction.

Darío wasn’t my father. He had been my mother’s husband for years, and the line between us had been broken long ago, when he discovered that I didn’t look away, that I didn’t retreat, that my body responded too quickly whenever he cornered me in the kitchen or ordered me to kneel beside the bed. From then on, he had turned me into his secret, his vice, his thing.

“And what do I have to do?” I asked, even though I already had an idea.

He grabbed my hair, pulling hard enough to make me arch my back. With his fingers inside me, he pumped harder, until I heard the clear sloshing of my lubrication.

“Whatever they order you to do. They’re important men. I want you to behave the way you know how. I want you to show them how well trained you are.”

The word aroused and embarrassed me at the same time. Trained. As if I were a pet. As if I weren’t an adult woman who had chosen to stay there, spread open across the back seat, trembling every time he used me.

“In my office clothes?” I murmured.

He laughed softly, harshly.

“A skirt. No panties. No bra. And the collar.”

Then he made me come in his hand. Not quickly or tenderly, but the way he always did when he wanted to remind me of my place: rubbing my clitoris with dry, firm movements, pushing his fingers deep inside me, while he held me by the throat and forced me to swallow my moans.

“That’s how I like you,” he said when I finished, panting. “Wet and obedient.”

Monday came far too quickly.

I showered slowly, put on perfume, and dressed as he had asked. Pale blouse. Straight skirt. Thin stockings. Nothing underneath. Every step made me feel the fabric rubbing between my thighs and reminded me that I was exposed, available, ready.

When I got into the car, Darío examined me from head to toe and smiled with satisfaction. He was wearing a dark suit, an expensive watch, and that air of confidence he so liked to wear outside the house. He locked the doors and held out the black leather collar.

“Put it on.”

I fastened it myself. I felt the metallic click closing around my throat, and a shiver ran through me.

“Good girl.”

The journey was short, but the tension made it seem endless. His hand rested on my thigh almost the entire way. At first it only weighed on the stocking; then it began to move upward, slowly parting my legs, until it brushed directly against my wet pussy.

“You’re already like this and we haven’t even gone in yet,” he said with amused contempt. “What an easy slut.”

I lowered my eyes, aroused and burning. He slipped two fingers between my lips, moved them barely at all, and brought them to his mouth as if he were sampling wine.

“Perfect.”

The building was a tower of glass and steel. We took the elevator to one of the highest floors. Before the doors opened, Darío attached a chain to the collar’s ring and forced me to turn toward him.

“When we go in, you don’t speak unless you’re spoken to. If they order you to kneel, you kneel. If they order you to spread yourself, you spread yourself. If you do this right, I’ll walk out of there with the promotion secured. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

His expression hardened.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

The doors opened.

The boardroom smelled of polished wood, leather, and expensive whiskey. There was a huge oval table, windows overlooking the city, and seven men waiting. All adults, all well dressed, all looking at me as if they had already stripped me with their eyes before I’d taken three steps.

The oldest of them, a sturdy man with a neatly trimmed gray beard, sat at the head of the table. He didn’t need to introduce himself for me to know that he was more powerful than the others.

Darío tugged the chain and led me to the center of the room.

“Just as I promised,” he said proudly. “Healthy, depilated, discreet, and obedient.”

I felt their eyes fixed on my legs, my neck, the braless blouse already outlining my hard nipples. One of the men let out a dry little laugh. Another shifted in his chair, spreading his legs wider.

The man at the head of the table held my gaze.

“I want to verify it myself. Get on the table and touch yourself.”

Heat rose to my face, but I obeyed. Darío loosened the chain just enough for me to climb up. I crawled across the black wood toward the center of the table, feeling my knees tremble and wetness running between my thighs.

“Lift your skirt,” another voice ordered.

I did. The fabric bunched over my hips, and my pussy was completely exposed beneath the white ceiling light. I heard someone draw a sharp breath.

I placed one hand between my legs and began rubbing my clitoris in slow circles. With the other, I undid two buttons of my blouse and pulled out one breast, squeezing the nipple between my fingers.

“Faster,” said the bearded man.

I clenched my teeth and obeyed. My hand began to move firmly, opening myself wide with my fingers before pushing one inside. I was so wet that the slick sound echoed throughout the room. I arched my back, leaving my breast bare and pumping my finger while rubbing above with my palm.

“That’s it,” murmured one of the executives, already with his hand inside his trousers. “Show us how you use yourself.”

I pushed in a second finger. They slid in without resistance. My breathing became clumsy and irregular. My vision blurred when I began truly fucking myself on my hand, moving my hips against my fingers and pinching my nipple until it hurt.

“Do you like it like that?” asked the man at the head of the table.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, panting.

“She has such a pretty voice when she’s horny,” another commented.

I heard zippers opening. When I looked up, several of them already had their cocks out, masturbating slowly as they watched me. The sight struck me low in the belly. Seven adult men, serious, powerful, getting aroused because of me, because of the way I opened myself in front of them.

“Get on all fours,” Darío ordered from below.

I turned and placed my hands and knees on the table. My pussy opened even wider. I kept fingering myself, now with my ass raised toward the man at the head of the table. The shame was driving me crazy with desire.

“That’s enough,” said the bearded man, standing up. “Get her down.”

Two of them held me by the waist and arms and helped me down from the table. My legs were trembling so badly that I could barely stand. They made me kneel on a thick rug beside the boardroom table. The man at the head of it planted himself in front of me and pulled out his cock.

It was thick and heavy, already half hard. He grabbed my collar and brought my face close, rubbing it against the fabric of his underwear before pulling them all the way down.

“Open your mouth.”

I obeyed at once. He pushed the tip between my lips, and I sucked it slowly at first, tasting the saltiness of his skin and the heat. Then he seized my hair and began setting the pace himself, pushing it deeper, pulling it out, and thrusting it back in.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “She really is trained.”

I grew even wetter hearing him say it. Drooling over a cock while several men surrounded me and commented on my body was degrading, and precisely because of that, it drove me crazy. One of them crouched beside me and kneaded my breasts through my blouse until he finished opening it. My breasts spilled out. His large hands squeezed them, weighed them, and twisted my nipples.

Another ran a hand down my back and lower to my ass, spreading my cheeks to look.

“I want her from behind too,” he said.

I couldn’t answer. My mouth was occupied, and the man in front of me was already fucking my throat with firmer thrusts. Every time he buried himself to the hilt, my eyes watered and saliva dribbled down my chin.

“Don’t stop,” Darío ordered. “Swallow and breathe through your nose.”

I did. When the first man grew tired of using my mouth, he pulled out with a wet sound and gave way to another. Then another. They turned me into a stopping point: cock after cock, a hand in my hair, fingers squeezing my jaw to keep my mouth open.

One was more curved. Another was thicker. Another smelled of expensive cologne and whiskey. I panted, coughed, recovered my breath for barely two seconds, and opened my mouth again for the next one.

“Look at her,” one mocked. “Her face is a complete mess and she’s still looking for more.”

He was right. Between one and the next, my tongue came out on its own to lick the tip waiting for me. I was ashamed, yes, but I was also desperate to keep pleasing them, to feel that every moan or gag pushed me a little deeper into the place Darío had brought me to.

One of them, impatient, positioned himself beside me while another continued using my mouth. He took my face between his hands.

“I want to see her with two.”

They forced my jaw as wide as possible. The first cock occupied one side of my mouth; the second pushed in from the other. They filled my cheeks at once. The effort made me moan through my nose. They began moving in alternation, short thrusts at first, then more coordinated, pushing both in and out together enough for saliva to run down my neck to the collar.

Laughter and comments buzzed around me. I could barely think. Only feel. The pressure, the heat, the humiliation, the brutal arousal pulsing between my legs.

“She’s ready to be fucked,” the man at the head of the table finally said.

They pulled me away from the mouths and left me lying on my back on the rug. They tore my skirt down my legs, leaving me in my stockings and open blouse. I lay completely exposed, my thighs spread by other people’s hands and my pussy gleaming beneath the light.

“I want to be first,” said the bearded man.

No one argued. He knelt between my legs, ran his cock over my wet lips, and buried it inside me in a single thrust. I screamed despite myself. He was big, and he entered all the way with such force that I saw white flashes.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” he growled, beginning to fuck me in earnest.

His hips struck hard and dry. My body bounced against the rug. Each thrust opened me wider, shook my breasts, and forced me to grip the forearms of the men holding my legs.

“Not so hard...” I managed to say.

The comment only made them laugh.

One of the other executives leaned over me and put two fingers in my mouth for me to suck. Another pinched my nipple until I gasped. A third began rubbing my clitoris with quick, brutal movements while the first kept thrusting into me.

The combination destroyed me. I felt the orgasm surge suddenly, hot and without warning. I closed my legs instinctively, but I couldn’t, because they kept holding them open.

“Not like that,” said the man rubbing me above. “You come open.”

And I came open, trembling, with the chairman’s cock entering and leaving me, with the strange hand pounding my clitoris until the spasm stretched on. My pussy clenched around him, and that only aroused him more.

“She squeezes like a damned vise,” he grunted, before coming inside me in several heavy jerks.

They didn’t let me rest long enough even to close my legs. As soon as he pulled out, another took his place. He was broader around the waist, with the hard belly of an older man and an equally thick cock. He rubbed it against my entrance, mixing my fluid with the previous man’s semen, and pushed inside without care.

“I want to feel her full,” he said, gripping my thigh.

And he filled me with hard thrusts. Slower than the first, but just as deep. He went in deeply, remained buried for a second, and then withdrew almost completely before pushing in again. Every time he did, the accumulated liquid slid down my ass toward the rug.

“Look at her,” someone commented. “Everything’s leaking out of her and she’s still asking for more with that face.”

I wasn’t asking for anything with words, but my body was. I spread my legs, arched my back, sought the hands squeezing my breasts or gripping my throat. I felt used to excess, and still I wanted more.

They took turns without rushing. One fucked me standing up, lifting me by the waist and driving into me while my feet barely touched the floor. Another put me on all fours and grabbed my collar like a leash, pulling it each time he thrust. Darío slowly approached in silence, waiting his turn with a proud expression, as if he were watching the return on an investment.

When they put me on all fours, someone spread my cheeks wide and spat on my anus.

“Now this way.”

My whole body tensed. I felt one finger, then two, opening me slowly but without tenderness. My breathing became erratic. One man held my hips while another continued caressing my pussy in front so I wouldn’t close.

“Relax,” Darío said in my ear. “You know how.”

The thick tip pushed. It burned. It made me clench my teeth and release a long, broken moan. He pushed again, and the ring finally gave way. He entered slowly at first, stretching me, filling me with a different pressure, dirtier, more invasive. When he was finally inside, the man let out a hiss of pleasure and began to move.

The first thrusts hurt. Then the pain mixed with everything else: the hand rubbing my clitoris, another man’s fingers in my mouth, the certainty that several of them were using me at once. The burning began to transform into something else, a low, heavy shudder that made me push back to take more.

“That’s it,” said the man fucking my ass. “She likes it now.”

He was right. I liked it. Very much.

He pulled out only so another man could lay me across his lap while pushing a cock into my pussy again. From behind, fingers worked my anus once more, opening it wider. Three fingers entered one after another, and then a second cock pushed into that already-yielded opening.

I screamed. Not from fear. From sheer excess.

“Fuck, yes,” murmured the man beneath me, driving me down onto his lap while the other opened me from behind.

They began moving at the same time. Front and back. My body was trapped between two rhythms that didn’t match at first, then gradually found one another. Each collision made me lose a little more of my mind. My pussy squeezed one cock while my ass received the other, and I didn’t know which way to push because I wanted both.

“Look at her, she’s leaking everywhere.”

The comment provoked laughter. It provoked another orgasm in me. I came with both cocks inside me, shaking on that lap, unable to control the hoarse sound that came from my throat. I felt them hold me around the waist so I wouldn’t collapse.

***

When I was exhausted, sweaty, and my legs were trembling, the man at the head of the table decided they still weren’t finished.

“Lift her.”

Two men raised me by my armpits and thighs, leaving me suspended, completely open, barely supported by them. I hung between pants, my head resting on one man’s shoulder, too aroused and too tired to hold myself upright.

The first man pushed his cock into my pussy from below. The second, after coating his with saliva and my own wetness, fitted it into my ass again. I moaned so loudly my throat hurt.

“She’s not passing out,” one said, laughing. “She has excellent stamina.”

The man in my pussy began thrusting with short movements, taking advantage of the fact that I was in the air and couldn’t pull away. Behind me, the man in my ass kept pace. I swung between them, open on both sides, my muscles trembling from the sheer effort.

Then someone else stepped in front of my face and grabbed my chin.

“Open.”

I looked at him with wet eyes and obeyed. His cock filled my mouth while the other two continued moving. The effect was devastating. Three men using me at once, one in each hole, while the others watched, masturbated, or gave orders. I wanted to close my eyes, but Darío slapped my cheek.

“No. You look at them while they use you.”

I looked at them. I saw their tense faces, their obscene concentration, the way they bit their lips or clenched their jaws as they watched me like that. I saw Darío masturbating to one side, watching me become a spectacle to secure his place in that company. And, as humiliating as it was to admit, the sight pushed me even closer to the edge.

The cock in my mouth withdrew, leaving me only half able to breathe. Another entered immediately. Then another. They changed places in front of me while I remained open above and behind, as if I were a service station for their desire and none of them wanted to wait.

“She tightens when you put it in her mouth,” one commented from below.

“Then keep sucking.”

They did. While the man in my pussy and the man in my ass fucked me suspended in the air, two more took turns in my mouth, gripping my jaw and pushing until they made me tear up. Pleasure and humiliation blended until they became inseparable. I could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.

The orgasm rose through me like a fire. There was no time to announce it. It shook me all over with all three openings occupied, my thighs spread by other people’s hands, and my mouth full. I screamed around the cock using me, clenched my pussy and ass convulsively, and that was enough to make the first of the two men thrusting into me come.

He emptied himself inside me with a grunt. The man in my ass took barely a few seconds longer. I felt the hot spasms, the trembling in his legs, and then the slow withdrawal of both cocks, leaving me suddenly empty and dripping.

They lowered me to the floor with relative care. My knees gave out. I ended up on all fours on the rug, breathing as if I had run for miles.

Then Darío finally approached.

“My turn,” he said.

I looked at him from beneath the hair stuck to my face. His cock was hard, red, and glistening from masturbating so much while watching me. He grabbed my collar, lifted my head, and forced me to meet his eyes.

“You did well. Now you’re going to come with me one more time.”

He positioned himself behind me and pushed into my pussy in a single thrust, driving into the thick mixture of fluid and other men’s semen. I moaned so loudly I nearly collapsed onto my arms. He held me by the waist and began fucking me with controlled violence, as if he wanted to mark his ownership over a body they had just shared with him.

“That’s it,” he panted. “That’s how I want you. Open, used, and still hungry.”

He reached around me and found my swollen clitoris. He began rubbing it with brutally precise movements without slowing the pace of his thrusts. I was already at the limit, so sensitive that every touch hurt and thrilled me at the same time.

“Tell them who you belong to.”

I swallowed. My voice barely came out.

“Yours...” I murmured.

He pulled me back by the collar.

“Clearer.”

“I’m yours.”

The men around us let out satisfied murmurs. Darío sped up. His pelvis struck my ass with dry blows that echoed through the room. I was coming apart beneath him, open, soaked, and still searching for more air.

“Come,” he ordered, rubbing me harder.

I came immediately. The orgasm emptied me from within. I trembled, collapsed onto my forearms, and felt him continue giving me a few more thrusts before coming too, buried to the hilt.

We remained like that for a few seconds. His cock inside me, my breathing in pieces, the silence of the other men adjusting their clothes, pouring themselves whiskey, slowly returning to the executive roles they had set aside for hours.

Darío pulled out of me and slapped my ass.

“Not at the table. On the floor. Stay available.”

And that’s what I did.

For the rest of the meeting, while they discussed contracts, figures, and positions, I remained on the rug, kneeling, with the collar on. Every time one of them called me with a gesture or a snap of his fingers, I went over. Sometimes it was to suck a cock until it was clean. Sometimes to let them touch my breasts while they closed a deal. Sometimes simply to open my mouth and receive a hot tip for a few minutes, long enough for them to release their tension without interrupting the conversation.

I was no longer a person in that room. I was an extension of those men’s power. A tool. A prize. A well-trained pet crawling among expensive shoes and leather chairs, with smeared makeup and a body marked by fingers, teeth, and slaps.

When we finally left, it was already night. I could barely walk straight. In the elevator, Darío held me by the waist and looked at my reflection in the mirror: my neck snug in the collar, my hair disheveled, my blouse badly fastened, my expression empty and satisfied.

“They’re going to ask for you again,” he said with a calm smile. “They loved you.”

I should have felt dirty. I should have cried or refused to go back. Instead, I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, still feeling the echo of all those hands on my skin.

“I know,” I replied.

And the worst part, or perhaps the most sincere, was that some part of me was already waiting for the next meeting.