The Submissive Who Went Up to the Students’ Flat

Vera quickened her pace when she saw the elevator doors begin to close without waiting for her, even though they inside had heard her come in through the lobby. She stuck her hand in just in time and slipped into the cab. Inside was the big guy from the students’ flat on the top floor, the one her aunt was always complaining about: noise at all hours, bottles in the stairwell, neighbors signing letters for the landlord. She had never known for sure how many boys lived up there. She had only ever crossed paths with them briefly.

The guy was the antithesis of the word student. A wrinkled T-shirt that barely covered his navel, denim shorts slung low under his belly, flip-flops, and a beer can already half-empty in his hand. He had copper-colored hair, a flushed face, and a cheeky grin that, instead of putting Vera off, tugged at something inside her.

“Well, if it isn’t the blonde from the second floor,” he said, letting his eyes rake over her without any shame. “What’s up, gorgeous?”

“You could wait when you see someone getting on,” she shot back, pretending to be offended, though her smile gave her away.

“If I’d known it was you, I’d have held the door as long as it took. Here, have a swig and don’t be mad.”

He held out the cold can. Vera took it, pressed the button for the top floor, and held his gaze while she drank. There was something about that mess of a boy—the insolence, the dirtiness, the complete lack of shame—that lit up exactly what no polite boyfriend had ever managed to light in her. Her friends chased gym-bodied pretty boys. She chased something else. She wanted men who treated her the way she liked to be treated: without mercy.

“You hungry?” he asked, rubbing the bulge over his pants. “Because there’s plenty of food up here.”

“Don’t talk to me, take it out,” Vera said, and dropped to her knees on the elevator floor without caring about getting her stockings dirty.

The guy—his name was Bruno, she would find that out later—yanked down his pants in one pull. Vera didn’t wait for instructions. She grabbed the base with her painted-nailed hand and took him into her mouth slowly, measuring him, savoring the thrill of doing it there, between two floors, with the risk that the elevator might stop and the door might open at any moment.

“Fuck, you suck so well,” he growled, throwing his head back against the mirror. “What a filthy girl you are.”

“More than you can imagine,” she answered, not taking him all the way out, speaking against his skin.

The elevator jerked to a stop on the top floor. Bruno pulled her up, slapped her ass, and nudged her gently onto the landing.

“Want to hang out with my mates for a while, slut? I should warn you, there are three of us.”

Vera bit her lip. Three. She nodded before she even thought about it.

***

The flat was exactly what the guy who lived in it had promised. It smelled of being shut up, of stale beer, of unwashed man. At the entrance, unmatched sneakers were piled up. To the left, a kitchen with its counter taken over by pizza boxes and half-washed plates. To the right, the living room, with two silhouettes sunk into a sofa that didn’t bother turning their heads when she walked past. Any other woman would have turned around. Vera’s pulse sped up. Two more cocks, she thought. Two more strangers.

“These are Saúl and Marcos,” Bruno said, flopping down on the big sofa with his legs open. “Guys, look what came up with me in the elevator.”

Saúl was tall and skinny, dark-haired, with a face that looked like he hadn’t shaved in a week. Marcos, in the back, was the opposite: broad-shouldered, built, obviously the one who went to the gym. The two of them looked her over with the same bored predator’s grin that worked so well on her.

“And where did she come from?” Saúl asked.

“Second floor. And she says she’s really fucking slutty,” Bruno laughed. “Let’s see if it’s true.”

“Test me,” Vera said, and started taking off her T-shirt.

She undressed standing up, in the middle of the living room, without hurrying, letting the three of them drink her in with their eyes before touching her. When she took off her shorts and thong, they were all out already, masturbating slowly, waiting. She liked that part: the moment when she stopped being the second-floor neighbor and became, for a few hours, exactly what those men wanted her to be.

“On the floor,” Marcos ordered.

And Vera obeyed.

***

It started with Bruno, who was back sitting with his legs apart. She grabbed his thick cock, pressed it against his belly, and lowered her mouth to his thighs, licking him from bottom to top while he held her by the hair and set the pace. The taste of sweat flooded her tongue. Far from pulling away, she moaned and took him in deeper.

“Look how much the slut likes it,” Bruno said, tugging on her ponytail. “She’s not one of the refined ones.”

Saúl knelt beside her. He reached for her tits, pulled on her nipples until she was gasping, and ran two fingers through her pussy, which was already dripping. She was soaked. She had been soaked since the elevator.

“She’s dripping, man,” Saúl announced, holding up his shiny fingers to the others. “The girl’s on another planet.”

“Put it in already,” Vera begged, letting go of Bruno’s cock for a moment. “Whatever. I can’t take it anymore.”

Saúl didn’t need asking twice. He positioned himself behind her, gave one sharp slap to one cheek, and drove into her in a single thrust. Vera arched her back and let out a long moan. She had Bruno in her mouth and Saúl wrecking her from behind, one man’s hands in her hair and the other’s digging into her hips, and that sense of not controlling anything—of being a hole between two men who passed her around as if she were theirs—brought her to the edge in a matter of minutes.

“She’s about to come,” Marcos laughed from the sofa, never stopping jerking off. “Look at her face.”

“Don’t you dare come yet,” Bruno ordered, yanking himself out of her mouth all at once. “We’re the ones in charge here.”

Vera trembled with pure frustration. It was exactly what she needed to hear.

***

They sat her on the edge of the sofa, legs spread, and took turns. Saúl, with the longer cock, reached places that made her scream into the cushion. Bruno, thicker, filled her in another way, slow and deep, forcing her to feel every centimeter. Marcos, the gym guy, gripped her jaw and made her look at him while he slammed into her, whispering filthy things in her ear that she repeated like a litany.

“Say it,” Marcos demanded. “Say what you are.”

“Yours,” she panted. “I’m yours. Do whatever you want with me.”

“That’s it,” he said, speeding up. “The second-floor bitch coming up here to be used by three guys she doesn’t even know.”

The three of them kept passing her from mouth to cunt and from cunt to ass without a break. Vera let herself be positioned, bent, opened, like a toy. She loved that total surrender, that moment when her own will disappeared and all that was left was obedience. When one had her from the front, another held her by the hair. When they stopped, she asked for more herself, hoarse, her eyes shining.

“This one never gets tired,” Saúl laughed, wiping sweat from his forehead.

“She never gets tired because she’s a filthy addict,” Bruno replied. “And filthy addicts deserve everything.”

***

At some point the intercom rang. Marcos got up, still hard, to fetch the two pizzas they had ordered a while ago.

“I got one for you too, slut,” he said, dropping the money on the table. “After that you’ll be hungry.”

The delivery guy, a boy they knew from the neighborhood nights, poked his head in and burst out laughing when he saw the scene: Vera spread-eagled on the sofa, sweaty, with a man still inside her.

“What a sight, man,” he said from the doorway, not coming all the way in. “Count me in another day, I’m running behind on deliveries.”

“You just leave a little tip for the lady,” Bruno replied between laughs. “She’s earned it.”

The delivery guy tossed a bill that landed on Vera’s stomach, and she, without taking the cock out of her mouth, gave him a thumbs-up as her only reply. The door closed. The three of them went back to what they were doing.

***

The end came in a chain. Bruno was first. He had her on all fours on the sofa and, after a round of brutal thrusts that made the cushions shake, he drove all the way in and emptied himself with a long grunt, gripping her hips so she wouldn’t move.

“Here you go, bitch,” he said, pulling out slowly. “That’s the first one.”

Saúl replaced him immediately. His long cock filled her completely and, in just a few minutes, he came too, biting his lip, with his forehead pressed to her sweaty back. Vera could feel the heat building inside her, the mixture of the two of them, and that thought alone pushed her back to the edge.

“I’m the last one,” said Marcos.

He put her on her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and fucked her while looking her in the eyes, as he had done all afternoon. Vera took her hand to her cunt and rubbed herself to his rhythm. When he sped up, she finally exploded: a shock that shot up from her feet, ran through her belly, and made her scream and soak Marcos’s hand, and he didn’t stop until he emptied himself inside her with a roar.

“Fuck,” he gasped, letting himself fall to one side. “What an animal.”

The three of them were left sprawled out, out of breath, sweaty. Vera stayed still for a moment, feeling the trembling run down her thighs, with that satisfied cat smile that only came out when she had reached exactly where she wanted to go.

***

She sat at the table with the pizza they had ordered for her, still naked, while the three boys watched TV on the sofa, equally naked, commenting on the afternoon like people commenting on a match. Her body ached in places she hadn’t known she had, and for once she felt completely sated.

Her phone vibrated in her bag on the floor. She picked it up, looked at the screen, and answered, wiping the corner of her lips with the back of her hand.

“Hi, Mom,” she said, in the calmest voice in the world. “No, I’m not home. I’m with some friends, they invited me for pizza.” She winked at Bruno, who lifted his can from the sofa. “Yes, delicious. A new kind they’ve brought out. Really good. I’ll tell you later.”