Chapter 5: The party - Tyler
The party in the Ibiza apartment grew wilder as the night wore on. The gym bros had popped the top off a seemingly endless supply of beers, while Bruce, their wealthy patron, had taken to doling out lines of cocaine the size of a finger from a small glass mirror. The music was pulsing and the colors were strobing, setting the stage for a night that would be unforgettable.
Sara stood at the entrance of the kitchen, her body thrumming with desire. She could feel the heat in her cheeks and a flush creeping up from her chest.
She had already had Jamal's cock in her pussy in one of the bedrooms, then she was facefucked by Bruce in the bathroom, and then had probably the best orgasm of her life thanks to Nacho and his pussy eating skills.
Sara was incredulous that Charly hasn't yet caught her, and by now she was determined to finish the night having fucked the five guys. Only Tyler and Pablo left in her slutty scoreboard.
Pablo's voice brought her to reality, asking everyone to gather around the table, wanting to propose a toast for his friend Tyler.
The group cheered as they gathered around, but Sara felt a little worried, she did not want to be pulled away from her mission before the night was over. She made sure to be standing next to Tyler, who was looking nervous and uncomfortable.
Pablo stood up on a chair, tapping his glass with a spoon to get everyone's attention. As the room fell silent, he raised his glass and shouted, "To Tyler, may you find the strength to let go of your past and embrace your future.
You are a king among men, and we are honored to call you our friend."
Then Pablo, looking at his friend said, "And speaking of embracing the future, Tyler, why don't you share with us what happened with your ex-girlfriend? I'm sure we'd all love to hear about it, specially our two new friends here."
The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at Tyler. Sara felt her heart start racing as she realized that this was her chance to get closer to him.
Tyler hesitated for a moment, looking down at his feet before finally meeting Pablo's gaze. "Fine," he said, taking a deep breath.
"So, my ex -she was a freak, alright? I mean, she loved to play games in the bedroom, like rough stuff and role play. But one day, she went too far. You know those masks and costumes, the ones that look proper ridiculous but people pay a fortune for? Yeah, well she, she liked those. And she had this thing for cop uniforms. One day, she came home and she was dressed up as a cop. She had the whole getup, the gun, the badge, the lot.
I mean, it was fucking hot at first.
The role play thing got us off, it was something kinky that we both enjoyed. But one day, she pushed it a little too far.
She demanded that I address her as 'ma'am'. She made me strip naked and get down on all fours, seemingly like some fucked up doggy style role play scenario. But then she started getting more and more aggressive, yelling at me, slapping me around, and all that shit. I didn't know what to do, I felt trapped and scared.
She continued to strike me with an unrelenting fury, her small, clenched fists landing blow after blow on my face and body. Each impact sent a shockwave of pain reverberating through me, but I remained silent, accepting the blows without protest.
I mean, I was into rough play, but this was a different level. She started hitting me harder, and I figured she wasn't playing anymore. I tried to get up and leave, but she pushed me back down and held me there. I couldn't fight back, I was too afraid. Eventually, she finished and stormed out of the room, leaving me there, feeling violated and disgusted with myself."
Everyone in the room was silent as they listened to Tyler's story.
Sara felt a surge of sympathy for him, and she reached out to touch his arm in a gesture of comfort.
Tyler looked at Sara, and she could see the pain and vulnerability in his eyes. She felt a powerful urge to help him forget about his ex and the traumatic experience he had gone through.
With a nod towards the backyard, she whispered in his ear, "Let's go for a walk. Maybe talking about it might help."
Sara turned to Charly and asked if it was ok for her to go to take a walk with Tyler alone, and Charly nodded, feeling a bit of pity for Tyler, and knowing Sara was good with helping people.
But Sara was planning on doing way more than helping him.
She knew they wouldn't be going for a simple walk. She had it all planned out. For her, this was her chance to help Tyler and herself. Sara wanted to help him, and along they way, she'll fuck yet another one of the gym bros without Charly even realizing.
Tyler followed Sara tentatively, leaving his glass of whiskey on the table. As they exited the living room of the Ibiza apartment, Sara glanced back and saw Charly watching them go smiling at her, trusting her thinking that she was only going to have a nice talk with him in the back garden.
Sara led Tyler to a secluded spot behind the apartment, surrounded by a tall wooden fence, where they could talk without any interruptions. She lowered herself onto a wooden bench, patting the space next to her for Tyler to sit down.
They sat in silence for a few moments, as Sara took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She reached out and took Tyler's hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm really sorry about what happened to you with your ex," Sara said softly.
"It takes a lot of courage to share something like that with others. I've been though something similar, and I know it's hard."
Tyler looked at her with gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you, Sara. It feels good to finally get it off my chest."
Sara smiled warmly at him. "You're welcome, Tyler"
She paused for a moment, before continuing. "But I have an idea that might help you get over the whole experience."
Tyler looked at her, confused.
"What do you mean?"
Sara took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "I mean, if you're up for it, I can help you forget about your ex. Help you get your confidence back. You can explore what happened to you, in a safe and consensual way. It's just sex, Tyler. Nothing more, nothing less. But it's a chance for you to reclaim your sexuality and your agency."
Tyler looked at her, stunned. He didn't know what to say. Sara could see the uncertainty and fear in his eyes.
But she didn't want that, she wanted him to trust her, so she added, "I mean, if you don't feel comfortable with it, you can say no, and I won't push it on you, but I really think it might help you, you know?"
Tyler took a deep breath, his eyes flickering back and forth between Sara and the apartment. She could see the internal battle going on in his head. Part of him wanted to trust Sara and take this opportunity, but the other part was scared of letting go and giving in to his desires. He also liked Charly, he knew the other guys just invited Sara and Charly in order to fuck Sara, but he wasn't interested at first in doing that, and after knowing Charly, he wasn't sure he wanted to hurt him.
But Tyler was always the type to give in to curiosity, and he just couldn't help but feel so drawn to Sara and how welcoming she was.
Tyler was lost in thought, until Sara's voice brought him back to reality. "Tyler, it's completely up to you," she said, her voice soft and sweet. "If you don't feel comfortable, we can just keep talking. I'm not going to push you into anything you don't want."
Tyler looked at her, her hazel eyes shining in the darkness.
She was beautiful, in a way that impossible to ignore. He felt his heart race as he sat next to her on the wooden bench. he hesitated for a while, unsure of what to do. Part of him was hesitant, unsure, but another, more primal part of him felt the need to rip her dress and use her body in a rough way, just like his ex did with him.
Sara noticed Tyler's hesitation, and she leaned closer to him, whispering, "It's okay, Tyler. Just let yourself go. I want it."
She grasped his hands, her nails digging into his muscles. He looked into her green eyes, and he knew that she would not judge him, she would not condemn him for wanting to release some of the anger and pain he felt.
Suddenly, Tyler's resolve broke. He stood up and pulled Sara with him, pressing her aggressively against the wooden wall of the apartment building.
"You want me to trust you, huh?" he growled, his breath hot on her neck. "Then prove to me that you're willing to let go of all your inhibitions. First, strip for me."
Sara felt her heart race as she looked up at Tyler. She nodded, swallowing hard as she reached up to take off her dress.
"Good girl," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "Take it off."
She steadied herself as she wiggled out of the silky fabric, feeling the cool breeze against her bare skin, only covered by the lacy pink thong that by now was soaked in all kinds of juices.
Tyler let out a low growl as he took in her body, his eyes roving over every inch of her.
"Fuck, Sara," he breathed. "You're so fucking hot. I'm going to enjoy that body of yours."
Sara felt her cheeks flush at his words, a thrill of excitement racing through her. She had never felt so desired before.
"Yes Tyler, I'm here for you, let go of all your anger and frustration. You are a man that is in command, you can do whatever you want with me." Sara couldn't believe those words had come out of her mouth, she didn't know what had gotten into her, but she meant every one of them.
She felt her heart pounding as Tyler's gaze moved over her body, lingering on her bare breasts and the patch of wet fabric between her legs.
"Let's see how much of a slut you really are," Tyler growled, yanking Sara's thong down to her thighs. "Spread your legs for me."
Sara complied without hesitation, parting her legs and letting out a breathy moan as Tyler slid a finger inside of her.
He felt her slick heat surround him, and he couldn't resist the urge to plunge deeper.
He added another finger, stretching her wide as he thrust them in and out of her. Sara's head fell back against the wall, and she let out a low moan as Tyler's fingers hit that spot deep inside of her.
But Tyler wasn't satisfied with just that. He wanted to take things further, to push Sara's limits and see how far she would let him go.
He reached up and grabbed her throat, squeezing it lightly as he continued to finger her roughly. Sara's eyes flew open in surprise, but she didn't try to pull away. Instead, she let out a gasp of pleasure as Tyler tightened his grip on her throat.
"Yes, Tyler," she breathed, her voice hoarse with desire. "Just like that, Tyler."
"You like it rough, don't you, Sara?" Tyler's voice was low and husky, his fingers still buried deep inside of her. Sara nodded, unable to speak. She could feel her body trembling with pleasure as Tyler continued to finger her roughly, his grip on her throat tightening.
Suddenly, Tyler pulled his fingers out of her and grabbed her roughly by the hips, spinning her around so that she was facing away from him, then pushing her violently against the wood fence, and grabbing a handful of her hair.
"You want me to fuck you, Sara?" Tyler's voice was a growl in her ear. "You want me to take you right here, against this wall?"
Sara nodded again, unable to find the words to speak.
The thought of Tyler taking her against the wall, claimed and conquered, was too much for her to resist. She could feel her heart racing as Tyler started moving his free hand all over her ass, the other hand still pulling her hair tightly.
Tyler's hands roamed over her bare breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching.
Sara felt herself growing wetter by the second, her body trembling with desire. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she didn't want it to stop.
Suddenly, Tyler's hand came down on her ass with a sharp crack. Sara gasped in surprise, her body jerking forward. Tyler spanked her again, the sting of his hand radiating through her body.
Sara let out a low moan, her body responding to the pain in a way she couldn't have anticipated. Tyler spanked her again and again, each slap sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She could feel herself growing wetter with every blow, her pussy clenching with need. "Just like that."
Tyler continued to spank her, his hand coming down on her ass with relentless force.
Sara let out a low moan, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second, the slickness coating her thighs.
"Wider," Tyler growled, his voice low and husky. He reached down and grabbed Sara's legs, spreading them wider apart.
Sara complied, letting out a gasp as Tyler's fingers found her ass entrance. He plunged them inside of her, his thumb pressing down on her clit. Sara let out a cry of pleasure, her body writhing against the wall.
Tyler's fingers moved in and out of her, the rhythm quickening as he felt her getting closer to the edge. He could feel her asshole clenching around his fingers, her muscles tightening with pleasure.
Tyler yanked Sara's hair hard so she looked back at him and asked her, "tell me how much you want my cock in your ass, slut."
Sara moaned and leaned her head back as Tyler pulled his fingers out of her ass. She could feel him undoing his pants, and she knew what was coming next.
Tyler spit on his cock then slid it over her asshole, teasing her, the tip barely touching her entrance. Sara gripped the wooden fence tightly, her whole body trembling with anticipation.
"Fuck yes, Tyler. I want your cock so bad," Sara whimpered, pushing her hips back, trying to get him to move inside of her.
"Do you, slut? Do you really? It's really going to hurt, I'm not Jamal, but my cock is probably three times the size of Charly's" Tyler asked, his voice dripping with lust.
Sara nodded eagerly, reaching back to spread her cheeks for him. She wanted him to take her, to own her, to unleash the beast inside of him.
Tyler didn't waste any more time. He grabbed his cock and pressed it against Sara's asshole, the tip slowly working its way inside. Sara moaned as she felt herself stretching around him, her body struggling to accommodate his size.
But Tyler pushed on, slowly but steadily, the head of his cock popping into her ass.
"You like that, you dirty little slut?" Tyler growled, pulling her hair hard as he started piston-like movements.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Tyler!" Sara gasped, her body writhing against the wooden fence as she took every inch of him. She felt so full, so dominated, and it was everything she could have hoped for.
She could feel Tyler's sweat dripping down her back as he pounded her rough against the wooden fence.
Her ass clenched around Tyler's cock, desperately trying to milk every drop of cum out of him. Every time he slammed into her, she could feel him hitting her insides deep in her ass, making her toss her head back and muscles quake with pleasure.
"Oh god, fuck, yes, yes, yes..." Sara cried out, her body arching off the fence as Tyler kept pumping away at her, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
She could feel herself gripping his cock tightly, her muscles milking every last drop of seed from him as he gave a low growl, his own orgasm following on the heels of hers.
Tyler spilled into her, filling her ass to the brim with his hot, sticky load. He kept thrusting, even as his cock started to soften, taking a final few jabs to make sure every last drop of his release found its way into her bowels.
He pulled out slowly, the wet pop filling the air as he slipped from her sore ass.
Sara winced a bit, but couldn't help the smile on her face.
Tyler's hand was still in her hair, gripping it tightly as he slapped her face gently, calling her dirty names. It was rough and intense, but she knew it was just a part of the role play that they had agreed upon.
"You like that, don't you, you dirty little slut?" Tyler growled, his voice low and husky.
Sara nodded eagerly, spreading her legs wider for him, cum seeping slowly from her ass down her leg. "Yes, Tyler. I love it."
Tyler continued to lap her face, each hit sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
"You're mine now, Sara," Tyler growled, his hand gripping her hair tightly.
Sara looked up at Tyler through her eyelashes, her eyes glazing with lust.
"Now, get down on your knees and clean my cock, slut. It's all filthy from being inside your ass," Tyler demanded in a firm tone. "Clean it off."
Sara willingly dropped to her knees in front of him, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her Earth-shattering orgasm. She reached up and wrapped her hand around his still semi-erect cock, her fingers gently stroking its soft flesh. She could feel Tyler's seed coating his shaft, slick and sticky, as she slowly began to rub her hand up and down its length.
"C'mon, Bruce told me you were a premium cocksucker. Show me," Tyler growled, sliding his cock across her cheek.
Sara obeyed, opening her mouth wide and taking in the entire length of his still-dripping cock. Her tongue swirled around his tip, tasting the remnants of their sweat and lust. Sara felt Tyler's grip tighten in her hair as she relentlessly sucked every drop of cum from him. She rolled her lips over her teeth, caressing his sensitive shaft with every suck, and moaning as she did so, giving Tyler a perfect view of her wet lips wrapped around his shaft as it disappeared in her mouth sliding down her throat.
Tyler couldn't help the louder groan that escaped his lips at the sight and sensation of Sara's filthy mouth, her head bobbing back and forth as she worshipped him with her mouth.
Sara lifted her eyes to meet Tyler's gaze, looking up at him with a devilish smile as she went deeper, her tongue tracing a pattern along his shaft. She moaned again, the vibration of her throat sending Tyler over the edge.
He let out a roar of pleasure, his body going rigid as he shot another load of cum in her as he held her head tight keeping his cock deep down in her throat.
Sara swallowed every last drop, her lips still wrapped around Tyler's shaft. She could feel his fingers loosening their grip in her hair, and she knew the show was over.
She pulled back, her lips still glistening with Tyler's seed. "That was...that was amazing," she whispered, her eyes shining with a mixture of lust and satisfaction.
Tyler looked at her, his eyes warm and slightly dazed. He smiled slowly, reaching out to cup her face.
"Yeah, it was amazing. And I think it helped a lot with getting over my ex. What a shame that you're taken."
Sara's cheeks burned at his words, but she couldn't help but smile back.
Tyler leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, still smiling softly. "Good girl. Now, let's get back to the party before people start wondering where we are."
Sara nodded and stood up, both of them readjusting their clothing.
They walked back to the party, their bodies buzzing with energy and desire. Tyler couldn't believe what had just happened, he was still in shock of the whole situation, but he couldn't deny that he loved the way Sara made him feel, especially in such a raw and primal way.
Sara walked to the bar, her body still humming with the aftermath of Tyler's rough treatment. She poured herself a drink, her hand shaking slightly as she raised it to her lips.
"Four guys," she thought to herself. "For different guys have fucked me and made me cum, and Charly has no clue about it." She was nervous, she knew that what she was doing was not only dangerous, it was downright mean to Charly.
Tyler, on the other hand, felt relieved, free and more confident than ever before, his ex didn't have power over him anymore. He felt alive, and couldn't help but thank Sara for not judging him and helping him.
Sara returned to the table, which by now was overflowing with empty bottles, take away containers, and who knows how many drugs. She looked around for Charly and saw him sleeping in one of the seats, completely hammered.
Sara couldn't help but feel relieved, and very very excited about this. Suddenly, she didn't need to hide. All the guys in the room but one had already fucked her, and they all had probably talked about what they had done to her, so it was safe to say that by now, all the guys knew she was a filthy slut that liked it rough, dirty and that loved being used by alpha males.
As she was about to seat next to Charly, Pablo started talking to her "Hey Sara, I believe you've had your fun tonight, right?" he snickered. "Don't worry, Charly is very deeply asleep, and probably will until veeeery late tomorrow given the drugs he has taken and how drunk he was," he laughed and then continued in a darker tone "Now, the real fun can begin."
Sara raised her eyebrows. "You've got to be kidding me, right? I'm not some sort of whore to be passed around, and I don't swing that way, plus Charly is here. It's not how I do things." Sara protested, but something about Pablo's demeanor seemed to be unyielding. She felt a shiver of fear creeping down her spine.
"Ah, don't sweat it Sara, Charly is not just deeply sleeping, he's completely fucked. We could fuck you next to him and make you scream and he won't wake up. And even if he does, he won't remember a thing anyway, so don't worry, your secret is safe with us, he will never know that his little girlfriend is just a slut that loves to be used by complete strangers." Pablo sentenced, with a grin.
Sara felt a shiver of fear but also of excitement crawling down her spine. She knew that if she refused, things could turn ugly, but did she really wanted to refuse? Did she even had a choice? With Charly like that, Sara knew she couldn't just walk away. And to be honest, after what had already happened through the night, just going a bit further wasn't going to be make much of a difference, might as well enjoy it.
Sara cast a glance at her sleeping boyfriend, she could already imagine him waking up tomorrow with a sore head and blurry memories, completely clueless of what had happened. It wasn't like they had never experimented in their relationship before, it was just this time she was taking things a little further, having a little more fun that’s all. Sara took another sip from her drink, she looked around at the remaining men in the room, all of them ready to take their time to use her body.
Her heart raced faster as she saw them staring at her with hungry looks.
She closed her eyes, she couldn't believe what she was about to do. But there was a part of her that wanted it, that wanted to let go and give in to her worst instincts.