How Could I Say No to That?

The city thrummed with restless energy that Saturday night, the summer heat clinging to everything. I was sprawled on my couch, a cold beer sweating in my hand, when the sound of pulsing music and laughter drifted from Vanessa’s apartment across the hall. She was my neighbor, a bold brunette in her late 20s with a laugh that could stop you in your tracks. We’d bonded over late-night chats in the building’s courtyard, her flirty wit always leaving me wanting more. That afternoon, she’d slipped a note under my door: “Party tonight. Be there, Luke. I want to cross something off my bucket list!” My pulse quickened at the thought, and I couldn’t resist.

I knocked on her door, and Vanessa answered, her black dress hugging her curves, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “Luke, you showed up,” she said, pulling me into her crowded living room. The space was alive with dim fairy lights, thumping bass, and a small group of guys—five of them, all familiar faces from the building. There was Jake, a tall gym rat with a cocky grin; Ryan, a tattooed bartender; Matt, a quiet tech guy; Chris, a construction worker with a deep laugh; and Ethan, a lanky artist. No other women, just Vanessa, always the center of attention.

“Grab a drink,” she said, handing me a whiskey, her fingers brushing mine. “We’re gonna have fun tonight.” Her tone was playful, but there was a heat in her gaze that hinted at something more. We mingled, the guys joking about work, sports, the usual, but Vanessa kept the conversation spicy, her comments laced with innuendo. “You boys ever think about letting loose?” she asked, sipping her drink, her eyes scanning us.

Jake laughed, leaning closer. “Depends on what you mean by loose, Ness.”

She smirked, setting her glass down. “Oh, you’ll see.” The music slowed, and she moved to the center of the room, kicking off her heels. “I’m in the mood for a game,” she said, her voice low and inviting. “You all in?”

My heart pounded, sensing where this was going. “What kind of game?” I asked, stepping closer, my voice steadier than I felt.

Vanessa’s smile turned wicked. “The kind where I get what I want, and you all get to feel good.” She knelt on the plush rug, her dress riding up, and my breath caught. A bukkake scene, raw and unfiltered, with Vanessa at the heart of it. “You with me, Luke?” she asked, her eyes locking on mine.

“How could I say no to that?” I said, my voice rough, joining the circle forming around her. 

The other guys—Jake, Ryan, Matt, Chris, and Ethan—grinned, their excitement palpable as they shed their shirts and jeans, cocks already hardening. Vanessa tugged her dress over her head, revealing a lacy black bra and panties, her curves glowing under the fairy lights.

“Now that's a body to kill for,” Ryan muttered, his hand already stroking himself. She laughed, unclasping her bra, her breasts full and inviting as she teased her nipples, her eyes darting between us.

“Get closer,” she purred, her hands roaming her body, slipping her panties off to reveal her shaved pussy, already glistening. I undid my jeans, my cock throbbing as I stepped forward, the others following. Vanessa leaned toward me first, her lips brushing my tip, her tongue teasing slow and deliberate. “Mmm,” she murmured, her hand wrapping around me, stroking as she moved to Jake, then Ryan, her mouth and hands working us in turn.

“Goddamn,” Chris groaned, his hand pumping as Vanessa licked him, her eyes gleaming with control. Matt and Ethan watched, stroking themselves, their breathing heavy. The room was thick with tension, the air hot with the scent of sweat and arousal.

“Don’t hold back,” she said, pulling back to catch her breath, her fingers dipping between her legs, rubbing her clit. “I want your sperm all over me.” Her voice was raw, commanding, and I stroked faster, her words pushing me closer. She leaned back, her breasts bouncing slightly as she touched herself, her moans soft but urgent.

“Ness, you’re killing us,” Jake said, his hand moving frantically. She smirked, taking me in her mouth again, her lips tight, her tongue swirling, then moving to Chris, her hand never stopping on Ryan. The scene was chaotic, intense, Vanessa orchestrating every moment with confidence.

My hand matched her rhythm, my eyes locked on her as she moaned, her fingers working her pussy faster. “Cum for me,” she demanded, her voice breaking as she neared her own edge. Jake was first, his cumshot hitting her cheek, hot and thick, and she moaned, her tongue darting out to taste it. Ryan followed, his release landing across her chest, dripping down her breasts.

“Keep going,” she urged, her eyes on me, and I couldn’t hold back, my seed spilling across her shoulder, the sight making me groan. Matt and Chris came next, their sperm coating her neck and stomach, and Ethan finished last, his release adding to the mess, Vanessa’s skin glistening under the lights.

Her body trembled, her fingers pushing her to orgasm, her cries loud and unashamed as she came, her face flushed, cum covering her. “Fuck, yes,” she panted, her smile triumphant as she wiped her cheek, licking her fingers.

We collapsed onto the couches, laughing, the whiskey flowing again as Vanessa cleaned up, slipping her dress back on. “You boys didn’t disappoint,” she teased, her eyes meeting mine. “Luke, you’re invited back anytime.”

I grinned, still buzzing, the image of her covered in cumshots burned into my mind. “Wouldn’t miss it,” I said, my voice hoarse. The party wound down, but the energy lingered, and as I walked back to my apartment, the city quiet around me, I knew I’d be replaying that night for weeks, already hoping for another invite from Vanessa.