The Private Party Where I Finally Became the Woman I Had Dreamed Of

Two weeks had passed since that first night with Andrés, and I still felt the memory ignite me every time I closed my eyes. So when Martín called Lorena on a Tuesday afternoon, something inside me knew the ground was about to shift again.

I listened to the conversation from the sofa, pretending to read. Lorena nodded with that half-smile of hers, the one that appeared whenever someone offered her something she knew I wouldn’t be able to refuse.

—There’s a private gathering on Saturday, at a house in Las Lomas del Río —she told me when she hung up—. Eight men, very wealthy people. They’re looking for company for the whole night. They pay like no one else. Martín is going with us.

I fell silent. Not out of fear, but because the idea had opened a hot hollow in my stomach.

—And what exactly are they expecting? —I asked, even though I already knew.

—That you’ll be the most desired whore of the night —she replied, coming closer to stroke my cheek—. Get ready, my love. You’re going to learn what it means for eight cocks to look at you at the same time.

***

On Saturday she devoted almost two hours to me. Lorena treated those rituals with an artist’s seriousness, and I let her work on me like clay in her hands. First the long bath, then the vanilla-scented cream over every inch of skin, and finally the mirror, where she built me piece by piece.

She chose a black lace bodysuit, so fine it was almost only an insinuation, barely containing the chest I still struggled to recognize as mine. Over it, a short tulle skirt that hid absolutely nothing. Back-seamed stockings, garters, and a pair of very high platform heels that forced me to walk slowly, measuring every step.

The makeup was what transformed me most. Red, glossy lips, eyes heavy with dark shadow, a touch of blush and a layer of shine that made my whole body catch the light. When she placed the long black wavy wig on me, letting it fall over my chest, I stopped seeing myself and started seeing the other woman.

This is the one I always wanted to be, I thought.

—Turn around —Lorena asked.

I obeyed, placing my palms against the vanity and arching my ass back the way she had taught me. I felt her cold fingers parting my cheeks, the icy tip of the lubricant bottle pressing in first, a generous stream that made me tremble. Then one of her fingers, turning slowly, then two, opening me, preparing me. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t moan.

—Stay still, my love —she whispered—. The most important piece is missing.

I felt the broad base of the plug pressing against my anus, the pressure building little by little. Lorena pushed with patience, loosened me, pushed again. When the thickest part yielded and the toy settled inside, a long gasp escaped me and my legs opened on their own.

—So you’ll arrive ready —she whispered, giving each cheek a soft slap—. I don’t want you wasting time in there. When one of those sons of bitches wants to put it in your ass, they’re going to find the job already done.

She slipped into a tight red dress that traced every curve of her mulata body, the one that had stolen my breath from the first day. Martín waited for us in an open black shirt and an expensive cologne. He looked us both over like someone checking a finished work, and I noticed the outline of his cock against the fabric of his pants.

—You’re going to drive them all crazy —he said.

***

We arrived at Las Lomas del Río close to midnight. The house was enormous, the kind you only see in magazines: a heated pool steaming under the lights, floor-to-ceiling windows, a deep electronic beat that you felt in your chest before you heard it in your ears. Inside, eight men between thirty and fifty-something, dressed in expensive clothes, some already in robes, all of them carrying that air of people used to getting what they want.

Martín introduced us with a naturalness that made me feel safe.

—This is Daniela —he said, resting his hand on my waist—. She’s new. Tonight belongs to you.

I felt eight gazes run over me from head to toe, without shame, lingering on my mouth, on my tits, on the ass the skirt only hinted at. It wasn’t embarrassment sliding down my spine. It was something else, a current that raised goosebumps on my skin and made me feel, for the first time, absolutely desired.

Lorena took my hand and led me to the center of the room. We started moving to the music, slowly, pressed against each other. Her mouth found mine, her tongue slid all the way in and sucked my lower lip while she squeezed one breast over the lace. The rest of the world turned into background noise. I stroked her back, she pulled me against her body, and the men began to close in as if drawn by something they couldn’t name.

The first hand I felt wasn’t rough. It traveled up my thigh calmly, as if testing a permission I had already given. Then came more. Hands on my waist, on my tits squeezing them, on the nape of my neck, one slipping between my cheeks over the skirt and pressing right where the plug marked me. I closed my eyes and let myself go.

***

A burly man with a shaved head positioned himself behind me. Lorena would later tell me his name was Rubén. He slid a hand under my skirt and discovered what my hostess had left in me. He laughed softly, satisfied.

—Look at this —he murmured against my ear, twisting the plug inside me until my knees bent—. She came prepared from home. This little whore puts a butt plug in to come get fucked apart.

He pulled it out slowly, in one long withdrawal that made me open my mouth without a sound, and replaced the pressure with two thick fingers that sank in to the knuckles. He scissorsed them, opening me, and with his other hand he took me by the nape and forced me to lean forward. A moan escaped me that I couldn’t control, long and raw, bouncing through the room. No one laughed. On the contrary, it was like a signal. They were already circling me.

A few steps away, Lorena was already kneeling in front of two of the men. She had pulled down their pants with both hands and had one cock in each fist, working them with her wrists as she went back and forth from one mouth to the other, sucking them to the base, pulling them out with a strand of saliva hanging from her chin. She divided her mouth between them with a skill that hypnotized me. Martín positioned himself behind her, lifted her red dress to the waist and started fucking her with that slow rhythm I knew by heart, grabbing her by the hair. Seeing her like that, mouth full and cunt impaled, surrendered and at the same time in command of the scene, turned me on even more.

They took me to the big sofa. Three men surrounded me. One took my jaw and shoved his tongue into my mouth, another tore off my bodysuit in one yank and sucked my nipples one after the other, biting them, and the third knelt between my open legs and resumed what Rubén had started, this time with his mouth. His tongue licked my perineum, climbed up to my hardened cock trapped under the tulle skirt, then went back down and sank into my open ass. I arched between them, lost in too many sensations at once.

—Like that —I panted—. Don’t stop. Fuck me, fuck me however you want.

The one in my mouth pulled out his cock and rested it on my lips. I opened without thinking, stuck out my tongue to receive it, and let it slide all the way in, choking a little, swallowing saliva around the hard flesh. With my free hand I reached for another man’s and placed it on my breast.

Martín came over for a moment, brushed a lock of hair away from my face, and spoke in my ear with a calm that contrasted with everything else.

—Tonight you’re the star, Daniela. Enjoy it. You earned it.

And I believed him, with a dick in my mouth and another about to be shoved into me.

***

They arranged me on a low table, on all fours, with my tits against the cold wood and my ass high in the air. The first man spat into his palm, slicked his cock and entered me with a slowness that quickly became firm. I felt him opening me little by little, each centimeter driving deeper inside. I clenched my teeth and then let the air out, and what came out was pure pleasure. He started fucking me hard, gripping my hips, and every thrust pulled a new moan from me. Meanwhile, another man positioned himself in front and offered me his swollen cock, and I took him eagerly, trapped between the two with my whole body vibrating. I sucked with my mouth open, letting him drive it down my throat, while the one behind kept pounding into me. The table shook under my weight.

Lorena knelt beside me, never taking her eyes off me. She kissed my shoulder, my cheek, the corner of my mouth smeared with saliva.

—You’re beautiful like this —she told me—. Look at yourself, mouth full and ass impaled. I told you. You were born for this, to be a beautiful whore.

The man behind me came with a grunt and filled my ass with hot cum. He pulled out and another replaced him immediately, finding my hole still dripping. He went in with one single thrust. The man in front finished too, in my mouth and on my face, and I swallowed what I could and the rest ran down my chin and onto my tits.

The positions kept changing in a choreography nobody directed and yet flowed on its own. Martín reclined in an armchair, grabbed his cock at the base and beckoned me with a gesture. I climbed on top, facing him, and shoved his cock into myself with a thrust that tore a shout from me. I started moving at my own pace, bouncing on him, feeling for the first time in control of what was happening. Rubén took position behind me again. He spat on my already used and stretched anus, settled in and pressed the tip.

—Can you take both? —he asked.

—Yes —I answered without hesitation, eyes closed—. I want it. Put it in me, break me.

He pushed little by little, gaining ground, until I felt the second cock making room beside Martín’s, separated only by a thin wall of my own flesh that trembled. What came next tore a scream from me that wasn’t from pain. It was the sensation of being completely filled, held between two bodies that moved with care and hunger at the same time, one rising when the other went down, alternating inside me like pistons. My moans turned shrill, desperate, sincere. I felt my own cock bouncing against Martín’s belly, hard, leaking pre-cum without anyone even touching it.

—More —I begged—. Don’t stop. Harder, fuck me harder.

Lorena sat across from me on the sofa, lifted her red dress and offered me her shaved, glistening cunt. I buried my face in it without thinking, stuck out my tongue and started licking her clit while the two men kept pounding me from below and behind. She held my head against her, moaning, rocking her hips. Another man came up at my side, grabbed my hair and pushed his cock into the side of my mouth when I lifted my face to breathe. Between them all they filled me completely, leaving not a single empty place for thought. There was no shame, no doubt, no voice in my head telling me, as it always did, that this was not for me. There was only desire, mine and theirs, meeting at the same point.

I felt Martín tense beneath me, swell even more, and spill inside me with a series of short thrusts. Almost at the same time Rubén came in my ass, the second hot load of the night. When they both pulled out, I felt the semen running down my open thighs.

***

I don’t know how many times I came that night. I lost count at some point, between the heat of the bodies and the music that never stopped. I came without anyone touching my cock directly, with only two dicks inside me and my mouth full, shaking, dripping onto the belly of whoever was underneath me, repeating yes, more, that I didn’t want it to end. Then I came again with one man’s mouth sucking me while two others finished on me. And again, face down on the carpet, with one riding my back, fucking me slowly and deeply while Lorena put her fingers in my mouth so I’d suck them clean.

Near four in the morning, things began to calm down, one after another, until they left me stretched out on the sofa, exhausted, makeup ruined, semen drying on my tits, on my face and between my legs, and my chest rising and falling like after a race. Lorena came over, brushed away a lock of hair stuck to my forehead and kissed me with a tenderness that didn’t fit with everything before it and, precisely because of that, reached me all the way down.

—How did you feel, my beautiful one? —she asked.

Still panting, I took a while to find the words. I really looked for them, because the answer mattered.

—I felt complete —I said at last—. Desired. Like I was finally in the right body. I want to do it again.

Martín laughed from the other end of the room, finishing getting dressed.

—Tonight you won more than money, Daniela —he said—. And this is only the beginning.

***

We left the mansion with the sky beginning to brighten. I walked slowly, measuring every step in those impossible heels, my body tired and marked, with my ass still open and dripping beneath the skirt, but inside I felt light in a way I didn’t remember ever feeling before.

For years I had lived half a life, hiding the woman who surfaced every time I stood alone in front of the mirror. That night, among strangers and under Lorena’s gaze, I had stopped hiding her. I had let her come out completely.

I got into the car, rested my head on Lorena’s shoulder and closed my eyes. Through the window, the neighborhood lights were falling behind us.

This is me, I thought. And for the first time, I didn’t want to correct the sentence.