The Weekend They Hired Me and Thirty Men

It was an ordinary Monday and I was doing what I always did: scheduling the week’s appointments from the sofa in my apartment, good music playing in the background, the computer on my lap, and a glass of red wine within reach. That apartment gave me peace, and peace was a luxury my line of work didn’t offer much of.

Among the usual requests, one appeared with a name I recognized at once—someone who showed up on the news more often than was good for him. I smiled to myself. When the elite comes looking for you, it means you’ve earned a place very few ever reach.

The message was direct and generous. They wanted one woman for an entire weekend, thirty men, a private celebration for a political victory. A house facing the sea, on the coast. They covered the flights, the stay, the food, the transportation, and anything else that might be needed.

Who would say no to a beach getaway, everything paid for, doing exactly what I love most?

I accepted that same afternoon. I went out to buy new lingerie, several outfits that barely covered what was necessary, and a pair of heels—some platforms, others stilettos, as high as I like them. I wanted to be up to the task, even if only for the first few minutes.

***

The week passed between clients and anticipation. On Friday afternoon a high-end car picked me up at the door. I adore those details, the way leather smells like money. I arrived at the airport wrapped in excitement, already wearing a small toy inside my cunt, vibrating at low intensity, soaking my panties before I even boarded the plane.

In the boarding area it was cold, and without underwear beneath a nearly transparent silk dress, it showed. I like walking through the world provoking what other women keep silent. The flight was short. An hour later we were landing near the coast, and a second car took me to a huge house with the ocean in the background.

A whole service team was waiting at the entrance. They showed me my room, I took a long shower, and I got ready unhurriedly: heavy makeup, my hair loose falling over my shoulders. When I looked in the mirror, I knew the night had just begun.

***

The first thing was dinner. I chatted with several of those men, all elegant, all with that confidence power gives. There were no other women in sight, and for a moment I thought the plan would be different from what I had imagined. A twinge of nerves ran down my back.

Then, after dessert, several girls in tiny lingerie appeared to serve the drinks. I understood they had been hired as hostesses. What I still didn’t know was what my exact role in all that was going to be.

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Some of the men began to sit the girls on their laps. Others, more impatient, let their hands fall wherever they wanted: fingers working under bras, palms squeezing asses, mouths biting nipples through lace. Laughter, whispers, a slap muffled by the music. Garments began to be left forgotten over chair backs and soon there were loose tits, shaved cunts, and hard cocks poking out of unbuttoned trousers.

I was still in my seat, between two men. One of them was the politician from the request; I’ll call him Damián. Without saying a word, he placed his hand on my thigh and his fingers began to climb slowly, measuring me. When he reached the edge of my cunt and found the moisture already spilled by the toy, he gave a low approving grunt and shoved two fingers inside me at once. I pretended not to notice, looking at the scene unfolding around us, while he fucked me with his hand under the tablecloth.

The other, his right-hand man—let’s say his name was Tobías—joined in soon after. While Damián opened my cunt with his fingers, Tobías pulled my dress down off my shoulders, took out one breast and brought it to his mouth, sucking my nipple with a calm that was almost worse than urgency. Two hands at once, two different rhythms, one mouth sucking me and fingers going in and out, soaked, and me breathing deeper and deeper.

—We knew you’d be the right one —Damián murmured against my ear, pulling his shiny fingers from my cunt to suck them in front of me.

—That’s what they paid me for —I replied, and I felt half a smile slip from him.

***

What came next I didn’t expect. A young man, one I hadn’t seen before, grabbed my hair from behind and yanked me out of the chair with a firm pull. Damián and Tobías laughed under their breath. I let out a moan, more from surprise than pain, while the stranger guided me toward the center of the room.

I felt the rough carpet under my knees and saw one of my heels abandoned along the way. The man lifted me by the shoulders and, with a gesture, told me to climb onto the long dining table, now cleared. I obeyed. I stayed seated on the edge, legs crossed, waiting.

—Dance for us —he said, and his voice left no room for no.

I nodded. I stood on the wood and began to move like a dancer on a stage that belonged only to me. I ran my hands over my own body, pinched my nipples until they were hard as stones, spread my legs and shoved two fingers into my cunt in front of everyone, pulling them out glistening so I could lick them myself. I rose and fell to the music, and little by little the dress and the last remaining garment ended up on the floor. Thirty pairs of eyes followed every movement, and thirty cocks bulged hard beneath expensive trousers.

Damián raised two fingers to call me. I knelt and moved toward him across the table, swaying with calculated slowness, my ass stuck up and my tits hanging. When I reached the edge, he had already pulled down his pants and had his cock in his hand, thick, veined, pointing at the ceiling. I smiled at him, moved his hand aside, and took it all into my mouth in one motion, until I felt the head bump my throat. I sucked him slowly at first, licking his balls, running my tongue up and down his shaft, leaving his cock shiny with saliva. Then I sped up: my head moving up and down, my hand gripping the base, and he held me by the hair, setting the pace, fucking my mouth until he made my makeup run in tears.

—Swallow it all, slut —he gasped, and I obeyed. I felt his cock swell against my tongue and a thick, hot rush filled my mouth, spilling from the corner of my lips and down onto my tits. I swallowed what I could and licked the rest from my lips while looking him in the eyes. He liked brazen, and I’ve been brazen since before I got paid to be. When I was done, he only said, his voice rough:

—Worth every cent.

I stayed where I was, kneeling, his cum still on my chin, waiting for someone else to decide to claim me.

***

Tobías then came over with a leather collar in his hand. I lifted my chin so he could put it on me. He took the lead and walked me all around the room, and I followed on all fours, aware that every man I passed left a hand on my skin. Some stroked my ass, others slipped two fingers into my wet cunt as they passed, one or another spat in my mouth and made me swallow before letting me go. I was leaving a trail of moisture across the carpet, my tits swaying and the leash taut around my neck.

He took me to another table, where several men were seated with their drinks. Tobías leaned toward me.

—You’re going to stay under this table and take care of each one of them —he said—. It doesn’t matter how long it takes. You’ve got the whole weekend.

I slid obediently under the wood. I began unbuckling belts one by one, pulling cocks of every size out: thick, long, some already dripping, others only half-awake. I took the first one into my mouth all the way while with my hands I gripped two others, stroking them in the same rhythm. I went from one to the next, sucking, licking balls, spitting saliva onto the shafts to jerk them off better, getting my face smeared with it all. One came on my tongue, another over my tits, a third shot cum onto my cheek and into my hair. My knees burned after a good while in that position, my chin dripping with mixed loads, but I didn’t stop until the last one gave me the signal that it had been enough. Tobías helped me out, offering me his hand as if I were a lady stepping down from a carriage, completely ignoring the state I was in.

***

He led me to where Damián was, who at that moment was entertaining himself with one of the hostesses: he had her bent over the back of an armchair, fucking her from behind while she moaned, clutching the cushions. He motioned for me to join them. I knelt beside the girl and ate her cunt from below, licking her clit every time Damián thrust into her, feeling his balls slap against my chin. She started screaming, came on my tongue, and he pulled his cock out just in time to spray my face and her ass at the same time. Between the three of us, a scene unfolded that filled that part of the room with gasps and rough laughter. I’d spent hours wanting someone to really take care of me, and that desire was beginning to turn into impatience.

Tobías positioned himself behind me. I felt his fingers opening their way in with a mix of roughness and skill, three at once in my cunt and a thumb pressing at my ass, drawing a sound from me I couldn’t hold back. Without warning he shoved his whole cock into me to the hilt, gripping my hips, and started fucking me at a brutal pace, his thighs slamming my ass with each thrust. The other woman was screaming beside me, lost in herself with another man who was taking her on the floor, and for a moment we were two bodies responding to the same unbridled rhythm, with two cocks going in and out in unison.

—This cunt is a wonder —Tobías growled behind me, and he shoved a saliva-wet finger into my ass while he kept pounding me. I screamed and came on his cock, my legs trembling, squeezing him inside me until he, too, emptied himself with a roar, filling me with semen that began to run down my thighs.

At some point during the night they took several of us to a long table and laid us on our backs, one beside the other, legs hanging over the edge and cunts exposed. They brought ice-cold champagne and glasses, and it turned into a game where the limit was each person’s imagination. They filled our glasses on our skin, toasted amid laughter, poured champagne into my navel and drank from there, splashed it over my tits to lick my cold nipples. The cold drink made me arch every time, and between gulps they took turns burying their tongues in my cunt and their cocks in my mouth.

There were men everywhere. Some thrust with violence, driving in to the balls and pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in; others whispered obscenities in my ear while pinching my nipples—“what a whore you are,” “look how you’re dripping,” “ask me, ask me for my cock”—; one laughed out loud at his own luck while coming over my belly. Someone pried my ass open with his thumbs and spat inside before sliding the tip in slowly, and another straddled me to fuck my cunt while the first one opened my ass from behind. I felt the two cocks moving inside, separated only by a thin wall of flesh, and I came screaming between the two of them, unable to close my mouth because another one had already filled it with his. The atmosphere was a mix of expensive perfume, sweat, semen, and spilled alcohol, and I had surrendered completely to the current.

***

I was exhausted, my body vibrating from sheer overload, my thighs sticky with other people’s loads, when at last someone decided to take care of me the way I’d been waiting for all night. A man positioned himself behind me without warning and sank his cock into my ass to the hilt in one thrust. My body tensed in the shock before yielding to the rhythm he imposed, that hard, deep rocking that made me see stars. His hands wrapped firmly around my throat, not too much, right on the edge where control turns into pleasure.

I stuck out my tongue, looked at him over my shoulder, and that was enough to make him even hotter. He tightened his grip on my neck a little more and sped up, fucking my ass with an animal rhythm. Another man appeared at my side, spread my legs and started eating my cunt while sliding three fingers into me, playing with every nerve ending I had left awake. Heat rose to my face, it must have been red, and a thin layer of sweat covered my whole back. Saliva was slipping from the corner of my mouth, my eyes were rolling back, and still I kept asking for more.

—Harder —I managed to say, my voice broken—, fuck me harder, don’t stop.

The one behind me never slowed, hard and steady, his balls striking my cunt on every thrust, while I screamed shamelessly in a house where nobody was going to be scandalized. The tongue on my clit licked me until I convulsed, and I came with the cock buried in my ass, squeezing him so tightly inside that he let out a roar and emptied himself in me, filling me with hot cum that began to leak out as soon as he pulled away. The other man rose and came over my open cunt, marking me too. I didn’t want them to stop. I didn’t want either of them to stop. And from the way they were breathing around me, neither did they.

***

When the sun came up, the room smelled of everything that had happened: evaporated champagne, perfume mixed with smoke, dried semen on the upholstery, of a night no newspaper headline would ever tell. The hostesses slept scattered across the sofas, some still naked, with the marks of other people’s hands on their skin, and the men in power snored like any mortal.

I spent the rest of the weekend enjoying the best pay of my career, sleeping by day facing the sea and letting my body recover between baths of foam. I ate like a queen, drank just enough, and looked out over the ocean from the terrace, thinking that rarely do work and pleasure blur together as much as they did that weekend.

On Sunday night they put me back into the high-end car. Damián left me an envelope on the seat, thicker than agreed, and a short note: “Until the next victory.” I smiled looking out the window, with the sea disappearing behind me.

I’ll come back when they call me. I always come back.

Kisses from your favorite escort.