The Orgy Party: Shared by strangers

Chapter 1

"On your knees, Sophia," Zayn commanded, his voice deep and commanding, though there was no need for the order. I was already there, my posture submissive and my eyes lowered.

My hands rested on my thighs, and my fingers trembled slightly as I awaited his next move. The room was silent except for the sound of our breathing; his breath was steady while mine was quickening with anticipation.

Zayn stepped closer, his presence looming over me. He reached down, cupping my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His thumb brushed against my jawline, his touch firm yet gentle. "You look so fucking perfect like this," he growled, his breath warm against my face. "Kneeling before me, ready to take my cock."

My cheeks flushed, and my eyes darted to his before quickly dropping again. I knew what was expected of me, what he demanded. My lips parted slightly, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

My nipples hardened beneath the fabric of my dress, and a warmth spread between my thighs. I was aroused.

Without another word, Zayn unbuckled his belt, and the sound of metal clinking against metal echoed in the quiet room. He unzipped his jeans, the fabric falling open to reveal the outline of his erection straining against his boxers.

My eyes widened as I watched, my mouth watering in anticipation. I knew his cock well, its thickness and length, the way it felt filling my mouth, stretching my throat.

He stepped out of his jeans, kicking them aside, his boxers following suit. His cock stood proud and erect, the head glistening with pre-cum, the veins prominent along its length.

"Open your mouth, Sophia," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Show me how much you want it."

I obeyed without hesitation, my lips parting to reveal my mouth. My tongue darted out, moistening my lips, and my eyes never left his. He groaned as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, guiding it toward my waiting mouth. "Take it, take it," he ordered, his voice a low rumble. "Take it all."

I leaned forward, my lips brushing against the head of his cock, my breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. I teased him, my tongue swirling around his tip, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum.

Zayn hissed, his hand tightening in my hair, his grip firm but not painful. "Don’t tease me, Sophia," he warned. "Take it in just like that."

With a nod, I opened my mouth wider, my lips wrapping around the head of his cock, my tongue pressing against the underside.

I took him in slowly, inch by inch, my eyes closing as I savoured the feel of him filling my mouth. Zayn groaned, his hand tangling in my hair, his fingers gripping tightly as he began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Fuck, Sophia," he growled, his voice thick with pleasure. "Your lips look so fucking beautiful around my cock, baby."

I moaned around his length, the sound vibrating against him as my hands gripped my knees. I took him even deeper. My throat stretched and my eyes watered as he pushed past my resistance; his cock was hitting the back of my throat.

Tears streaked down my cheeks, mixing with the saliva that dripped from the corners of my mouth, my mascara smudged as I struggled to breathe. "Look at me when you suck my dick," he rasped, his grip tightening in my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze.

I opened my eyes, my vision blurry from the tears. I looked up at him, my lips still stretched around his cock,

His eyes darkened with desire, his lips parting as he watched me struggle. "I told you to suck my cock and look me in the eyes," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Now I’m going to fuck your mouth till I cum down your throat, slut."

My pussy clenched at his words. I could feel my clit throbbing, a pulse of pleasure building between my thighs. My hand drifted down, my fingers brushing against my bare skin, my dress hiked up, revealing my lack of underwear. I rubbed my clit, my moans muffled by his huge cock in my mouth.

"That’s it, my good fucking slut," Zayn growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more brutal. His grip on my hair was tight, his other hand wrapping around the base of his cock as he fucked my mouth in a punishing pace. My throat stretched and my eyes watered as I tried to take him all, my hand brushing against his balls, just how he liked it. "Fuck," he groaned, his lips parting as his body tensed, his orgasm building. "Swallow every drop, Sophia."

I nodded, and my eyes went wide as I felt his cock pulse, hot streams of cum shot down my throat.

I swallowed greedily, my lips wrapped tightly around him, my hand squeezing his balls gently as he emptied himself into me. His cum dripped from the corners of my mouth, but He scooped it back in, his thumb pressing against my lips, forcing me to take it all. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice soft despite the roughness of his actions.

Finally, he pulled out, his cock slipping from my mouth with a wet pop. I gasped, my body trembling as I knelt before him. My lips were swollen, and my cheeks were flushed.

Zayn panted, his chest heaving as he admired the mess he’d made of me. "You look so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and desire.

I stood slowly, my body shaking. My thoughts came crashing in. We had a party to be at.

An A-list party in Beverly Hills, I reminded myself, trying to steady my breathing. Zayn had been frustratingly vague about the details all week. Every time I'd asked about the theme, he'd just given me that infuriating smirk and said it was a "surprise."

The only instruction he'd given me was to wear the dress he'd picked out. It was a skin-tight mini black dress that hugged every curve and ended dangerously below my ass, and his most important rule… no panties.

I shivered at the memory of his voice when he'd told me that part.

Pushing the thoughts aside, I returned to the bathroom mirror and carefully reapplied my makeup. Smoky eyes, glossed lips and a touch of highlighter. I had to look perfect; whatever this party was, I needed to be ready.

Twenty minutes later, we descended the stairs together. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see a sleek black limousine idling in the circular driveway, its engine purring.

"Zayn," I said as we approached the door, my heels clicking against the marble, "what type of party were you actually invited to?"

He paused at the door, his hand on the handle, and turned to look at me. That smirk played at his lips again, but this time there was something darker in his eyes, something that made my pulse quicken.

"You'll see soon enough, Sophia," he murmured, pulling the door open. The night air rushed in, cool against my exposed skin. "But I promise you..." He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You're going to remember this night for the rest of your life."