Some secrets were best left hidden.

That was all Anya Stolnyheva could think just now. The attractive brunette of 18 or 19 years of age now stood outside the door to a luxurious suite of over 4,000 square feet – Fernando Espa’s penthouse. She wore a skimpy black dress with maximum cleavage, her long, copper-flecked hair straight and glossy as it flowed down her back.

‘Can I really do this?’ she wondered. For a second, all that had happened recently seemed to flash before her mind’s eye. She and Kol had grown closer, but her boyfriend had continued to take mysterious phone calls. One night he’d gone out again, abruptly, just like before, telling her not to worry. But this time she’d been ready. This time she’d followed him all the way to a nightclub in Denver.

Later, she’d approach the owner, one Fernando Espa. She’d confronted him about what business her MMA fighter boyfriend, Kol, had with the likes of him. And what he’d told her had made her jaw drop like a stone.

‘You are surprised, yes, beautiful girl?’ Fernando had chortled. ‘Your man owes me a great deal of money, and like any good fighter, he will pay it back in the ring. He will conveniently lose in a most impressive upset, and I will make my money back and then some, sexy girl.’ She had pleaded with him then. She had offered to do anything to pay back Kol’s debt, the debt of the man she loved. That had been her first mistake.

Now, here she was, prepared to pay that debt in a way that made her want to run screaming in the other direction. Fernando Espa’s ultimatum still echoed in her mind like the cruelest choice: ‘Sometimes I like to host orgies at my penthouse. You will come and join us. Two rules. One – anything goes, and if a man asks you to do something, you do it. Two – nothing is recorded, of that I give you my promise. You come and join us, I consider Kolkev Jaru’s debt paid in full. So, sexy girl…what do you say?’

The innocent-looking, blue-eyed girl had agreed to that awful proposition. Why? Not because she truly trusted this sleazy loan shark, that was for sure. But what other choices did she have? The thought of her Kol getting pummeled in the ring to satisfy a gambling debt just made her heart lurch. She couldn’t – no, wouldn’t – let that happen.

So here she was. All that stood between her and the unknown debauchery beyond was this ornately paneled oaken door painted gold and black. She knocked and the door opened immediately. A man wearing absolutely nothing, shoulders corded with muscles, opened the door and gave her a thorough scan from top to bottom.

Seeming to like what he saw, the buff man ushered her inside.

“I’m Tristin. Nice to meet you…?”

“Anya.”

Already Anya could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex drifting to her from the end of the hallway.

“Make yourself at home. Go straight back, make a right through the party room and then hang a left and you’ll find the spare bedroom to stash your clothes. You definitely won’t be needing them,” he said with a lingering stare.

The pretty girl took a deep breath and strode down the hallway. Sure enough, as she entered the main living area of the penthouse, she could see that the ‘party’ was in full swing. Anya had never seen anything like it before. Priceless crystal chandeliers illuminated four beds all set up in a row, naked men and women everywhere. She gazed in shock at the nearest queen-sized bed.

A Moroccan man, 6’3 with enough muscle to make Tristin look weak by comparison, knelt behind a beautiful, naked Chinese girl who was kneeling on all fours. Although the sexy Chinese girl’s cunt looked more than inviting, shaved, framed with slender labia and totally exposed, the man had more forbidden acts in mind. The gorgeous Chinese girl stiffened as the Moroccan stud poured a vial of lubricant on his cock, spreading the glistening fluid before he positioned the tip at the opening to the girl’s ass.

“Oh please, not there,” she groaned. The Moroccan ignored her plea, slowly thrusting into her bottom, his hands spreading her ass-cheeks.

“Shut up Jia. You’re getting ass-fucked. Take it like the little slut you are.”

A tall Caucasian man climbed onto the bed on the other side of the girl named Jia. Jia’s breasts jiggled as the Caucasian reached under, smacking them with the palm of his hand. His cock, which was thick and rigid with lust, whacked against her face as her groan deepened.

“Please…I can’t take it! UHHH!!” Jia implored.

“How’s her ass, Kamal?” the Caucasian asked. Then, turning back to Jia, the newcomer growled, “You need something to distract you from that big cock stretching your ass, sweetie? Here, I’ve got a nice, hard cock for you to suck!” He slapped Jia’s face just hard enough to startle her and get her to open her mouth. Then he thrust his shaft between her lips, fucking her exquisite face as her groans intensified even more.

The dark-skinned man named Kamal groaned appreciatively. Only a fraction of his 10-inch cock had vanished inside the Chinese beauty’s star-shaped hole. But now, as he picked up the tempo, his cock was disappearing more and more into the girl’s butt, his dark, wrinkled scrotum slapping against Jia’s cunt lips with each deep, anal pounding.

“UHH!!! UH!!! Her ass is very tight, Marcus. UGHH!! You should try fucking her once I’m done.” The force of his hard fucks made Jia’s supple cones shake more violently. Then the man named Marcus reached underneath again. This time he was gentler, just fondling and cupping the girl’s tits calmly as she slurped noisily on his manhood.

“Balls-deep, little whore! You take this cock like the bitch you are,” he encouraged, pumping his cock into her mouth until his balls gently slapped against her chin with each thrust. She gurgled plaintively now, her throat stretched by the cock ramming into her mouth. Anya stared as Kamal’s cock pulled out of her ass. The girl’s poor ass was a gaping mess. Covered in a sheen of oil, the cock flew forward again with a loud smack. Kamal’s grunts matched Jia’s moans of pain entwined with pleasure.

‘Oh god. These men are animals. What have I gotten myself into?’ Anya wondered. Watching that poor girl being simultaneously fucked in her ass and mouth, Anya could only assume that she might very well share a similar fate. After all, hadn’t Espa said that one of the rules was ‘anything goes’? Somehow the idea of anal sex hadn’t even occurred to the naïve girl.

‘How could I be so stupid?’ she thought, panic setting in. Anxiety spiked in Anya as she realized just how depraved Fernando Espa truly was…as she took in the sight of the orgy unfolding all around her. Recovering her wits, Anya hustled through the main lounge area. She rushed past half a dozen couples and one or two threesomes in progress. She found what she thought was the right bedroom to stash her clothes… Opening the door, she’d already stepped through before she realized her mistake.