I Went Up to the Seventh Floor Under the Pretense of Cleaning

I’m not entirely sure why I’m writing this now, so many months later. I suppose I need to read it outside my own head to believe it really happened. For a while I used to go up every Friday to the seventh floor of the building where I worked, with a bucket and two cloths in my hands, and I came back down a couple of hours later with my cunt burning, my panties in my bag because I took them off before going up and it no longer made sense to put them back on, and a smile I couldn’t wipe off all weekend.

The flat was rented by five construction workers. They had just finished renovating the whole building and were staying in that last apartment while looking for something permanent. I cleaned the lobbies and common areas, and one day Tobías, the oldest of them, asked if I wanted to earn some extra money by leaving their place presentable. I said yes without thinking too much. The first time was a normal cleaning. The second, too, although they were already looking at me differently. The third, Tobías cornered me against the sink, slid his hand under my trousers, and made me come with two fingers while the other four pretended not to hear from the living room. By the fourth, the two of us already knew the bucket was just an excuse.

That Friday I got ready differently. I put on a thin strappy dress, nothing underneath, and looked at myself in the elevator mirror while I went up. Mid-thirties, a sleeping marriage at home, and my pulse hammering in my cunt, in my nipples, in my throat. I slipped a finger under the dress to check myself, and it came away soaked. I sucked it slowly before the doors opened so I’d arrive upstairs with my own taste still in my mouth. When the seventh floor doors opened, I was no longer the cleaning lady: I was something else.

I rang the bell. Tobías opened the door, in a tight T-shirt and that half-smile of his that seemed to know everything.

—You’re on time, cleaning lady —he said, stepping aside to let me in.

—Someone has to deal with this mess —I replied, and my voice came out lower than I intended.

All five were in the living room. Néstor and Rubén on the big sofa, Damián leaning against the counter of the open kitchen, Iker by the window. They had all stopped what they were doing to watch me come in. There was no pretending. I felt those five gazes move over me from head to toe, settling on the tits outlined beneath the thin fabric, on the dark triangle suggested between my thighs, and instead of feeling uncomfortable, I straightened a little more and pushed my chest out.

—Where do I start? —I asked, setting the bucket on the floor.

—Here —said Néstor, patting the sofa beside him softly, while with his other hand he was already adjusting the bulge showing in his trousers.

***

I walked over slowly. Tobías locked the door behind me, and the click of the bolt ran all the way down my spine and went straight between my legs. They didn’t give me time to sit down. Néstor grabbed my wrist, pulled me toward him, and kissed me like he’d been waiting for it all week. His mouth tasted like coffee and something else; he bit my lower lip until I moaned into his mouth, and while his tongue slid into mine I felt other hands —Rubén’s— hiking my dress up my thighs, stroking my ass with both open palms and spreading me a little from behind.

—You’re not wearing anything underneath —Rubén murmured against my ear, almost surprised, and slipped one finger between my butt cheeks and another straight into my cunt, without warning. He pulled them out shiny and showed them to me over my shoulder.

—I came to work —I replied, and they both laughed while Rubén sucked his own fingers clean.

They pulled the dress over my head in one motion and let it fall over the back of the sofa. Suddenly I was naked in the middle of the living room, surrounded by five men still dressed, and that difference made me hotter than any caress. Damián came over from the kitchen, ran a hand over the nape of my neck, and tipped my head back to lick my throat from collarbone to ear. Iker knelt in front of me, parted my legs with a calm that drove me crazy, and started eating my cunt very slowly, tongue flat, licking from bottom to top as if savoring something expensive. Then he closed his lips around my clit and sucked it gently, then harder, while he drove two fingers into me and hooked them, searching inside me for a spot only he seemed able to find on the first try.

—She’s dripping —said Iker, pulling his mouth away for a second, lips shining—. Look at her.

They did, in fact, have me the whole afternoon. That was the part I liked best: nobody was in a hurry to put it in me, even though they were all hard as rocks.

I came the first time standing up, held by Néstor’s hands on my waist, with Iker’s tongue drawing precise circles over my clit and Damián’s mouth closed over one of my nipples, sucking it until it hurt. I screamed without shame, my legs clamped around Iker’s head, and my knees trembled and I let myself sink onto the sofa, where a tangle of hands caught me and arranged me with my legs open so the others could watch my cunt throbbing after I came.

***

Then they started undressing, no theatrics, just taking off their clothes because nothing else was needed anymore. Five cocks out, all hard, all different: Tobías’s thick and veined, Néstor’s longer and curved, Rubén’s shorter but wider, Damián’s straight and clean, and Iker’s a dark, beautiful cock bouncing against his stomach. Tobías was the first to come stand in front of me. He put my hand on him, then my mouth, and I took him eagerly, looking him in the eyes while I took him to the back of my throat and brought him back out dripping with saliva. He liked that, being looked at while I slobbered over his cock. At his side, Rubén and Néstor were waiting with theirs in their hands, and I moved from one to another, spitting on them, sucking them, using my hands when my mouth couldn’t reach. I had three of them at once, one between my lips and two between my fingers, jerking them with the same rhythm with which I sucked the middle one.

—Slowly —said Tobías, gathering my hair into an improvised ponytail and fucking my mouth with gentle thrusts—. No need to rush. The night is long, and this whore deserves to be done properly.

The word shot through me like a whip. In his mouth it didn’t sound like an insult, it sounded like a promise. I nodded with his cock in my mouth and he laughed under his breath.

It was funny. In the middle of something so messy, he set the pace, and the others followed it. Damián lay back on the sofa with his cock pointing at the ceiling, grabbed it by the base, and invited me to sit on him. I did it facing him, slowly, feeling him open me centimeter by centimeter while he held my hips so it wouldn’t all go in too fast. When I finally had him all the way inside, I let out a long moan and stayed still for a second, adjusting, enjoying how full I was. Then I started moving, first in circles, squeezing my cunt around his cock, then up and down, my tits bouncing in front of his face. Damián grabbed them, pinched my nipples, and arched his back to fuck up into me with short, precise thrusts.

Iker positioned himself behind me and kissed my entire back, from the nape down to the bottom, before burying his face between my ass cheeks and putting his tongue straight into my ass. I felt it hot, insistent, wetting me, preparing me.

—Can I? —he asked in a low voice, his cock already pressed to my back entrance.

The fact that he asked, at that moment, with Damián inside me and his cock already gently pushing at my ass, melted me from the inside out.

—Slowly —I repeated, stealing Tobías’s word, and I felt Iker’s smile against my skin.

He used saliva, then lube someone handed him from a drawer, coated his cock well, and slid it into me with a patience that made me moan against Damián’s chest. I felt the burn first, the stretch, and then that dull, strange pleasure that starts appearing when the body gives in. Iker didn’t force anything. He went in and out half an inch, then a full one, then held still so I could breathe, and so he kept going until I felt his balls press against mine. For the first time I felt two at once, both of them moving carefully, finding a shared rhythm without needing to speak about it. When one went in, the other came out. When they changed, I could feel them brushing through the thin partition of flesh separating them inside me. It was a sensation I had nothing to compare with: being so full, so open, so at the center of everything. I clutched Damián’s shoulders and stopped thinking. They were fucking me in both holes at once and I was just a trembling body between them, moaning louder and louder without being able to close my mouth.

For a while they left me like that, suspended between the two of them, while the others came over to watch and touch. One hand squeezed a tit, another pushed my hair out of my face, another stroked my throat with a softness that contrasted with everything else. Tobías stood beside me and brought his cock to my mouth; I turned my face and took him, sucking him in the same rhythm they were fucking me with, tasting the salty tip already wet. Néstor and Rubén were jerking off beside me, one on each side, and I spread my fingers and stroked their cocks while still keeping my mouth busy. Five at once, five cocks all for me, and I had come to that floor thinking I knew what I wanted, only to discover I had no idea. It wasn’t just sex. It was being watched, desired, fucked from front and back, mouth full and hands full, at the exact center of the attention of five men who thought of nothing but me.

—Look at her —Néstor said quietly, almost to himself—. She loves being a filthy bitch. Look at how her ass is moving, asking for more.

And he was right. I liked it more than I would ever have admitted out loud outside those walls. I nodded without words, with Tobías’s cock still in my mouth, and that was enough for Iker and Damián to start moving again, this time faster, less gentle, giving me now what my body was asking for. I came again, with two cocks inside me and a third between my lips, shaking all over, and I felt my cunt tightening around Damián and my ass clenching in spasms around Iker, who groaned and had to pull out for a second so he wouldn’t finish too soon.

***

I lost track of the order after that. We changed places several times, from the rug to the sofa, from the sofa to the coffee table. Néstor laid me on the edge of the couch, lifted my legs up onto his shoulders, and drove in with one thrust that knocked the air out of me. His curved cock hit me inside in a place Damián hadn’t reached, and it made me come almost immediately, shouting at him not to stop, to put it all the way in, to fuck me like a slut. While he hammered into me faster and faster, Rubén climbed onto the sofa arm and offered me his cock to work on; I turned my head to the side and took it down eagerly, my throat already loosened from so much use. Tobías and Damián watched from the side, slowly stroking themselves, waiting for a turn they knew would come. And it did. It always did.

There was a moment when I rode Tobías while Iker took me from behind and Néstor filled my mouth, with Rubén and Damián on either side jerking off and aiming at my tits, and I remember thinking, with a strange clarity in the middle of all that chaos of flesh, sweat, and spit, that I had never in my life felt so desired. Five cocks at once, three inside and two in my hands, and all eyes fixed on me. It wasn’t affection, let’s not confuse things. It was hunger, plain and simple, and for one afternoon a week that hunger was all for me.

What surprised me most, looking back on it later, was the care. You’d imagine five men at once would turn into something rough, into a fight over turns. It wasn’t like that. When I got tired, they stopped. When I asked for water, someone went to get it and handed it to me from the bottle while the one inside stayed still waiting. When a position became uncomfortable, they moved me somewhere else with a delicacy that didn’t match how brutally they were fucking me. That attention, that way of reading my body and knowing when to push and when to ease off, was what made me come back week after week far more than anything else.

Iker was the first to finish. He pulled out of my ass, then finished on my stomach with a few hard strokes of his hand, with a hoarse groan that broke the concentrated silence of the living room, and covered me in semen from my navel to my tits. That seemed to unlock the others. Néstor pulled out of my cunt, knelt beside my face, and came in hot spurts into my open mouth and over my lips; I swallowed what I could and let the rest run down my chin. Rubén finished on my tits, mixing his cum with Iker’s, and Damián in the hand he’d been jerking himself with, closing his eyes and panting softly. Tobías was the last. He put me on my knees on the floor, grabbed my hair, and fucked my mouth until he felt himself coming; he pulled out at the last second and emptied himself onto my face, my closed eyes, my forehead, my outstretched tongue. I let him, enjoying the heat and the mess, laughing softly when Rubén nearly fell off the sofa trying to hold himself back.

I came again at the end, I don’t even know how many times that made it, with Tobías’s hand between my legs rubbing my slippery clit and two fingers inside me, and his mouth at my ear saying things I won’t repeat here, filthy things about whores and sluts and how next Friday they were going to do even more to me, while I nodded and begged for more and more. It was long and slow and left me breathless, sunk into the cushions, dripping semen and saliva, with five sweaty bodies strewn around mine.

***

We stayed like that for a while, in silence, catching our breath. Someone opened a window and the noise from the street drifted in, cars, a distant siren, all that normal world still turning, oblivious to what had just happened on the seventh floor.

—Truth is —said Tobías after a while, handing me a damp towel to wipe my face— the flat ended up worse than it was. And so did you.

—That’s my specialty —I replied, and they all laughed, that loose laugh you get afterward.

I got dressed slowly, my cunt and ass still throbbing, picked up the untouched bucket that was still by the door, and fixed my hair in the oven’s reflection. Before I left, Néstor asked if I’d come back the following Friday. I said yes without hesitation. I said it knowing that at home an entire life was waiting for me that had nothing to do with any of this, and that was exactly why I needed it.

I went down in the elevator with my legs still weak and my panties tucked away in my bag, looking at myself in the same mirror I’d looked into on the way up. The same woman and a completely different one. I didn’t regret it then and, even though I no longer go up to any seventh floor, I don’t regret it now either. There are things a woman keeps not out of shame, but because they are too much her own to share.

This is the first time I’ve told what happened on Fridays. It will probably be the last as well.