The Party Where Valeria Stopped Being a Secret
My name is Diego, and by day I wear the uniform of a customs inspector at a small port in the south, where the heat clings to your skin and everything smells of salt and orange blossom. My life split in two after the divorce, when my ex-wife moved to Barcelona and took Lucía, our daughter, with her. The nighttime video calls weren’t enough to cover the silence of the empty apartment. That was when, almost by chance, Valeria began to appear.
By day I’m the serious civil servant, the one who inspects containers with a steady gaze and measured voice. At night, when I close the door and draw the curtains, Valeria takes control. I slip into silk dresses, lace stockings, heels that sound like a pulse against the floor. It isn’t just clothing. It’s another way to breathe, another way to love and be fucked.
Mara discovered Valeria before I did myself. Mara is my lover, my accomplice, the only one who knows both sides and desires them equally. We became inseparable, and in her bed I learned that desire doesn’t understand labels or schedules. The first night she saw me made up, she laid me face down, tore off my lace panties with her teeth, and put two fingers in my ass while whispering that Valeria had been born to be fucked from both sides. I came without her touching my cock, soiling the sheets, and from that night on I knew that Diego obeyed by day, but Valeria was beginning to give the orders at night.
“I’m going to throw a party at the estate,” Mara told me one afternoon, playing with the strap of my bra while she licked one of my nipples with the tip of her tongue. “Something special. I want you to go as Valeria. Only as Valeria. And I want you to let everyone who looks at you hungrily fuck you.”
I knew that if I said yes, something would break forever.
I said yes.
***
Mara’s estate stood away from the village, surrounded by orange trees, at the end of a dirt road the moon barely illuminated. She helped me dress in her room, with the patience of someone building an altar. First came the long, curly wig, then the makeup: dark crimson lips, eyeshadow that made my gaze burn, lashes framing eyes that were no longer entirely mine.
“Turn around,” she ordered.
The dress was scarlet red, so tight it outlined every curve, with a neckline that left little to the imagination. The black stockings climbed my thighs and fastened to the garter belt. Beneath them, a lace thong barely contained my cock, which was already beginning to swell against the fabric. Mara got down on her knees and licked me through the lace, soaking it with saliva until the outline of my dick showed through.
“You’re wetting your panties, slut,” she whispered, biting my thigh. “Hold on. Tonight they’re going to wreck your cunt.”
The heels gave me a confidence Diego had never possessed. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I didn’t see a man in disguise. I saw Valeria, whole and entirely her own woman.
“Tonight is yours,” Mara whispered against my neck. “Don’t hold back. If they want to suck you, let them suck you. If they want to fuck you, spread your legs.”
The house was lit with soft lights and candles trembling in every corner. There was quiet music, glasses passing from hand to hand, a murmur thick with laughter and something heavier floating in the air. About twenty people. Trans women and travestis dressed with an elegance that defied the entire world, men with hungry eyes, women who, like Mara, lived without rules.
She introduced me as Valeria. No one asked about Diego. The girls welcomed me as one of their own, adjusted a lock of my hair, complimented my heels, and handed me a cold drink. The men looked at me with a hunger that made me feel powerful. For the first time in a long while, I wasn’t the one watching: I was the one being watched, desired, the center of every gaze.
I leaned against a doorframe and let the heat of the party seep into me slowly. A travesti in a gold dress asked me where I was from; I lied with a smile, invented a life that didn’t exist, and enjoyed doing it. While we talked, a large man with a dark beard came up behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands, sinking his fingers into the flesh over my dress. I didn’t pull away. The woman in gold laughed and licked my earlobe.
“It’s going to be a long night for you, beautiful,” she said. “Everyone here wants to try you.”
Mara appeared and disappeared among the crowd, watching me from a distance with a look that was both pride and promise. Every time our eyes met, I felt the floor grow a little more unstable beneath my heels, and my cock hardened inside my soaked thong.
***
The party began as a dance and thickened all by itself. Bodies drew close amid laughter and brushing touches, and the touching gave way to hands that no longer withdrew. On the large sofa, a platinum-haired travesti kissed a man while another, kneeling between his legs, pulled his cock from his trousers and took it all into her mouth until she gagged. I watched her spit it out, shining with saliva, then swallow it again all the way to the base.
Mara took my hand and led me down a hallway toward a more intimate room, where a smaller group had already abandoned their glasses and left their clothes halfway off.
I immediately recognized Bruno, Mara’s ex, lying back and letting himself be used, with one trans woman sitting on his face and another sucking him slowly. But my attention shifted to another man, someone I never would have imagined seeing there: Don Esteban, the village notary, the same man who signed deeds with a marble face and whom everyone greeted respectfully in the square. He was on his knees, in his underwear, eyes blazing, his cock outlined against the damp fabric, a far cry from the impeccable man of the mornings.
“Esteban likes trans women and travestis,” Mara told me in my ear. “More than anything, he likes being used by us. He likes sucking cock and having us fuck his mouth.”
Her words ran through me like an electric current. I approached in the red dress shining beneath the candles, and Esteban looked up.
“Valeria,” he said, and my name trembled on his lips.
There was no turning back. Mara gently pushed me toward him, raised my dress to my waist, and yanked down my thong. My cock sprang out hard, its tip glistening, and Esteban opened his mouth without being asked. I shoved it all the way in with one thrust, down his throat, and felt his lips close around the base as he cried with pleasure. I gripped his head with both hands and began fucking his mouth rhythmically, watching him drool, watching him swallow, watching the respectable notary choke on my dick.
“That’s it, suck it all,” I told him in a voice that wasn’t Diego’s. “Suck that cock properly, notary.”
Mara pressed herself against my back, licked my nape, and slipped a hand between my buttocks. One finger, then two, entered my ass with saliva and made me arch my back. Esteban’s mouth sucked me from the front, Mara’s fingers opened me from behind, and I was the point where two desires crossed, claiming me at once.
***
Esteban lay down on the bed, offered up and pleading without words, legs spread and cock dripping against his belly. A black-haired trans woman in stilettos, with a long, curved cock, positioned herself between his thighs, lifted his legs, and shoved it into his ass with one firm thrust. Esteban screamed and bit the pillow, and she began fucking him with brutal intensity, her buttocks slamming against his with every thrust.
“You asked to be wrecked,” the trans woman told him, grabbing his hair. “Then open that notary’s ass wide.”
The room became a single breathing body. I, as Valeria, took control. I straddled Esteban’s face and sank my cock into his mouth again while the other woman kept fucking his ass. He sucked desperately, eyes rolled back, his throat open for me. I felt his tongue wrap around me, felt him swallow the saliva and pre-cum running from the corner of his mouth.
Mara positioned herself behind me, spit on my buttocks, and opened me with her thumbs. She pulled out a harness she had kept beneath the pillow, a thick, veined dildo, and fastened it around her hips with two sharp movements.
“I’m going to fuck you while he sucks it,” she whispered. “You’re going to come in his mouth with my cock inside you.”
I felt her press against my entrance, the rubber head slowly opening me until I gave way and she pushed it all the way in. I screamed with Esteban’s cock still in my mouth. Mara began thrusting into me hard, her hands digging into my hips, and every one of her pushes drove me deeper into the notary’s throat. Three bodies, one rhythm. The black-haired trans woman kept hammering Esteban’s ass from the other side, and he moaned and swallowed and begged between gags for us not to stop.
“Beg,” I ordered him, pulling out of his mouth and rubbing the tip against his swollen lips. “Beg for my cum.”
“Please, Valeria,” he panted, his chin shining with saliva. “Come in my mouth, please, give me everything…”
I shoved it back in and let go, gripping my hair while Mara thrust into me from behind with just the right force. I came in long spurts inside Esteban’s mouth, watching him swallow every drop without missing one, eyes closed as if he were praying. A second later, the trans woman came inside him and slowly withdrew, revealing semen running from his open ass and staining his thighs.
When Esteban reached the limit, he didn’t stop: he asked for more, his voice breaking, as if he had been waiting years for that night. Mara and I changed places. I removed the harness with my teeth and spread her legs on the bed. Her cunt was soaked, shining beneath the candlelight, and her lips opened on their own. I buried my tongue in her, sucking her clit hungrily, feeling her twist and grab my hair. Then I fucked her with three fingers while I kept licking her, and she smeared my face with her juices before coming, screaming my name.
“Now the cock,” she demanded, panting. “Fuck me already.”
I climbed on top of her and shoved it in with one thrust. She was so wet that I slid all the way to the bottom, and I felt her whole body shudder as I held her by the hips, her body demanding and giving at once. I fucked her hard, slamming my hips against her, watching her tits shake with every thrust. I lifted one of her legs onto my shoulder and drove deeper until her orgasm swept through her in a long wave that left her trembling and still begging me to continue. When I came inside her, she squeezed her cunt tightly around my cock, as if she wanted to keep all my cum. I felt every pulse emptying inside her, and she moaned with her mouth open against my neck.
The entire room had become a frenzy of moans and skin. I saw Bruno tangled with the platinum-haired travesti, fucking her from behind while she sucked her fingers and put them in another girl’s mouth. A woman with a husky laugh directed two men at once, one in her cunt and the other in her mouth, setting their pace with her hands on the backs of their necks. Esteban, now the center of everything, went from one cock to another, sucking and letting himself be penetrated, his buttocks red from so much spanking and semen dripping down his chin.
Flesh, sweat, dying candles, and music no one was listening to anymore. Valeria was in her element: dominant, insatiable, mistress of the chaos.
We stayed like that for hours, losing track of time and bodies. A green-eyed trans woman whispered dirty things in my ear while wrapping her arms around my waist and making me suck her on my knees; I sucked her slowly, looking up at her, letting her fuck my mouth until she came on my face. Mara laughed from the bed with her head thrown back and another girl between her legs. Esteban, the most respected man in the village, licked and let himself be taken as if he had finally found his place, his buttocks spread for anyone who wanted to enter him. No one said Diego’s name even once. In that room, only Valeria existed, her red dress lifted to her waist, her cock hard between her stockings, her makeup smeared by sweat and other people’s semen.
***
When the night emptied out and the guests began leaving in silence, Mara walked me to the car with a shawl around my shoulders.
“You were magnificent,” she said, kissing my forehead the way one kisses a queen.
I returned to the apartment still dressed as Valeria, the red dress wrinkled, my makeup smeared, my body exhausted and electric at once, my ass still burning, my thighs sticky. I sank onto the sofa and closed my eyes. The images were still there, blazing: Esteban swallowing my cum, Mara putting it in me from behind, bodies seeking one another in the half-light. It took me a long time to remove my heels. I didn’t want it to end.
And then, slowly, like a tide receding, Diego returned. Confusion came back with him.
By day I’m still the serious inspector, the one who examines containers and talks to Lucía on the screen and keeps order. I greet Don Esteban in the square, and we both pretend nothing happened, that the night at the estate belongs to another life. But at night Valeria reigns, and her power drags me to places I never believed existed. The party, Esteban on his knees with my cock in his mouth, desire without rules… it all left me trembling, not only with pleasure, but with a new vertigo I struggle to name.
Where is Valeria taking me? Is she my truth, or an abyss that will devour me whole? I have no answers. All I have left is the echo of heels against the wood and the uncomfortable yet sweet certainty that Valeria has no intention of stopping. And I, Diego, no longer know whether I want her to.
