The Niece Who Goes Down Two Floors on Every Break
When the delivery man and old Onofre finally left, the apartment in the south block fell into a thick silence, broken only by the hum of the air conditioner that had been fighting the heat all afternoon. The unit could not keep up. The air remained heavy, dense, steeped in a smell that had already become part of those walls: stale sweat, dried semen stuck to the sofa cushions, wet cunt, cheap tobacco, and warm beer spilled over the wood.
Lorena was still sitting at the dining table. Her gaze was glassy, fixed somewhere on the tablecloth, and she had that deceptive stillness of someone who seems sated when in reality she has only just begun. Twenty-nine years old, blonde hair half-pulled back, plastic frames slightly fogged, lips swollen and shiny from sucking off the two strangers her uncle had brought upstairs that afternoon. A thick thread of semen had dried at the corner of her mouth, and she did not even bother to wipe it away. Outwardly, the very picture of propriety. Inside, a dripping cunt begging for more.
Her aunt Pilar was watching her from the kitchen. She crossed the living room slowly, barefoot, in a thin dress that clung to her back from the heat and barely concealed her sagging tits and the dark nipples showing through the fabric. As she approached, her smell came before her, sharp and unmistakable—that inconfundible stench of a ripe cunt that had been open all afternoon—and hit Lorena before the woman even reached her side.
—Still hungry, sweetheart? —Pilar asked, and there was a complicity in her voice that needed no explanation. She lifted the hem of her dress and showed her the hairy cunt, swollen, shining with semen mixed with her own juices—. Look what your aunt still has saved for you, you filthy girl.
Lorena did not answer. She did not need to. She licked her lips and felt her thighs tighten beneath her skirt.
From the sofa, Ramón watched the scene without moving, with a warm beer in his hand and his T-shirt rolled up to his chest. Her uncle had spent the whole day like that, sweating, waiting, with his half-hard cock poking out from his shorts, knowing his niece would once again drop to her knees like every afternoon to suck him until his balls were empty.
—Your aunt has something saved for you —he said, in that rough smoker’s voice of his—. And I’m not done yet. My cock’s still burning, niece. Come fix it for me.
Again. Always again. Lorena thought it, and knew she would never say no.
Pilar leaned against the edge of the table, pulled her dress up to her waist, and spread her thick legs, leaving her cunt open at the height of her niece’s face. Lorena approached without needing to be asked twice, with the same hunger with which she entered that apartment every day. She buried her face against her aunt and closed her eyes. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick from bottom to top, slowly, savoring that strong, salty taste of used cunt that drove her mad. She sucked the lips, bit them gently, pushed her tongue deep inside, and brought out a thick gush that she swallowed greedily.
—That’s it, filthy girl, that’s how you eat your aunt’s cunt —Pilar panted, grabbing her by the nape and rubbing herself against her face—. Suck me well, clean it all out, because your uncle left me a mess.
Lorena pressed closer, drawing the thick semen Ramón had emptied into her cunt a while earlier out of her aunt. It smeared all over her nose, her chin, her glasses. She stuck her tongue out long, jammed it into the hole, slid it up to the swollen clit and sucked it like candy until her aunt began to tremble and let out curses. The heat of the woman’s body, her smell of sweaty cunt, the submission of that gesture—everything lit her up in a way no man from her professional world would have understood.
Ramón finally stood up. He yanked his pants down and pulled out his thick, congested cock, a drop of precum hanging from the tip. He grabbed her blonde mane in a fist, not with violence but with authority, and held her in place, turning her face from her aunt’s cunt to the reddened glans he pressed against her lips.
—We’re the ones in charge here, right? —he murmured, rubbing the tip over her mouth until it was painted with spit and semen—. Open up, niece.
—Yes, uncle —she answered, and the words came out with a tremor that shamed and aroused her in equal measure.
She opened her mouth and Ramón shoved his whole cock in with a single thrust, all the way to the back of her throat. Lorena swallowed, choked, spat saliva from the corners of her mouth, and still tightened her lips and began to suck hungrily, bobbing her head up and down while her uncle pushed on the back of her neck. She licked his veins, nursed the frenulum with the tip of her tongue, pulled his cock out of her mouth to suck his hairy balls one by one, took them both in her mouth at once, and swallowed the shaft again to the root.
—Look at the way Miss Auditor sucks —Ramón laughed—. With those little office girl lips and that whore’s tongue. Swallow it all, niece, until the tears start.
Pilar had sat astride the table and was fingering her cunt while watching her husband fuck the girl’s mouth. She would pull her fingers out and give them to Lorena to suck between blows, alternating the taste of Ramón’s glans with that of her aunt’s cunt. The niece could not keep up, spit hanging in threads down to her tits, her blouse stained and her mascara running.
—Put her there, Ramón, I want to see her with her ass up —Pilar ordered.
They lifted her skirt, stripped off her soaked panties, and laid her face down on the table. Ramón spat on her open cunt, ran the glans over her dripping lips, and drove into her in one shove. Lorena screamed and bit the edge of the tablecloth. Her uncle grabbed her hips and started fucking her at a steady rhythm, the flesh of her ass bouncing against his belly and a slapping, wet sound filling the living room.
—So tight today, niece, fuck, what a delicious cunt —he panted, smacking her ass hard enough to leave the red print of his hand—. This cunt is mine, right? Say it. Say it loud so the neighbors can hear you.
—It’s yours, uncle, it’s yours —Lorena moaned, her glasses dangling from one ear—. Fuck me more, fuck me hard, break me.
Pilar climbed up onto the table and sat in front of her with her legs open. Lorena, driven by Ramón’s thrusts, buried her face again and again against her aunt’s cunt, devouring it through muffled moans. Ramón shoved his thumb, slick with saliva and juices, into her little hole and stretched her open slowly, taking advantage of the movement of her hips to loosen her.
—Now I’m going to give it to you in the ass, whore —he announced, and without further ado pulled his cock out of the dripping cunt and jammed it into her asshole in one single stab.
Lorena shrieked against Pilar’s cunt and the shriek turned into a furious licking. Ramón fucked her in the ass savagely, yanking her hair back, spitting on her back, while Pilar grabbed her head and rubbed her cunt in her face, not letting her breathe. The niece trembled, moaned, came again and again in an orgasm that made her cunt gush and her ass clench around her uncle’s cock.
—I’m coming, niece, I’m coming inside —Ramón growled—, I’m going to fill your little hole with cum.
And so he did. He emptied himself completely inside her, with spasms shaking his whole body, while Lorena felt the hot semen fill her ass and start running down her thighs. Pilar came at the same time, pressing the niece’s head against her cunt and soaking her entire face.
When it was all over, Lorena let herself fall to the tiled floor, exhausted and strangely happy, her body shining with sweat, semen dripping from her ass and cunt, her face painted with juices, her breathing ragged. Pilar leaned down, ran her thumb over her cheek gathering a thread of her own juices, and put it into her niece’s mouth, who sucked it as if it were candy. She looked at her with an almost maternal affection.
—Tomorrow you’ve got the meeting at the firm —Ramón reminded her, giving her a dry slap on the hip, which echoed through the whole living room—. And no one, no one, will suspect where you come from.
Lorena smiled, her mouth still full of residue. That was her greatest victory: being, in private, exactly the opposite of what the world saw in her.
***
The next morning, the contrast was absolute. Lorena sat in her glass office on the twelfth floor, wearing an immaculate blazer and the fine glasses that gave her that unmistakable air of seriousness. A junior auditor at one of the city’s most respected firms, she reviewed columns of figures with her back straight and her professional smile perfectly calibrated.
And yet, beneath the expensive fabric, her skin still held the invisible trace of the previous afternoon. She had not showered. She wore panties stuck to a cunt that was still dripping her uncle’s old semen, and every time she shifted in her chair she felt a fresh drop sliding between her butt cheeks. She liked feeling how the office’s enclosed air reactivated the memory of her uncles, how that secret accompanied her while she signed off on balance sheets and greeted the partners in the hallways.
At lunchtime, while her coworkers went down to the corner café, she took the elevator in the opposite direction. Two floors down, in the same building, her uncles had the old apartment they had inherited years before. That was why she had taken the job. For that reason, and no other.
When Lorena came in, Pilar and Ramón were already waiting for her in the living room, barefoot and flushed by the midday sun streaming in. Her uncle was in his boxers, his cock outlined beneath the fabric, and her aunt wore only an open robe that left her sagging tits and hairy cunt on display.
—You’re in a hurry, huh? —Ramón said, scratching his chest and grabbing his package over his clothes—. The little auditor, hungry for cock by midmorning.
Lorena did not answer with words. She put her bag on a chair, knelt in front of him without caring that her pencil skirt wrinkled, and yanked down his boxers. Ramón’s cock fell onto her face, heavy, still smelling of last night’s sex. She closed her eyes, rubbed it over her cheeks, over her lips, over her glasses, and then opened her mouth and swallowed it to the throat.
—That’s it, niece, no wasting time —her uncle panted, grabbing her bun—. You only have one hour to eat, so make the most of it.
Lorena sucked hungrily, spitting saliva, licking his balls, sliding up the shaft with a flat tongue, swallowing until she choked. She pulled his cock out of her mouth to ask for more, to rub it over her face, to spit on the glans and take it back in to the hilt. Her makeup ran, her glasses fogged, her expensive blouse got smeared with thick spit.
Pilar, meanwhile, was preparing what she sarcastically called “today’s menu.” She sat on the edge of the sofa, spread her legs, and shoved two fingers into her cunt, stirring them until she pulled them out glistening with juices. With an intimate, deliberate gesture, she extended those soaked fingers toward her niece’s mouth.
—So you don’t forget who your family is —she said.
Lorena opened her mouth and accepted the offering with her eyes rolled back, sucking her aunt’s fingers one by one while she kept jerking Ramón’s cock with her other hand. A string of saliva and juices ran down her chin to the neckline of her blouse. Pilar stood up, put her cunt in her face, and the niece ate her with eager licks, plunging her tongue inside, sucking her clit, swallowing every drop of fluid her aunt gave her.
—Eat, niece, eat your aunt’s cunt before you go back up to those suited gentlemen —Pilar moaned—. Make those cravings stick real good.
Ramón could not hold back any longer. He seized her head with both hands, shoved her down to the back of her throat, and started fucking her mouth at a brutal pace, until he let out a roar and emptied a thick load between her lips. Lorena swallowed what she could and let the rest drip down her chin and spill over the silk of her blouse, spreading across the neckline like a hot stain.
—Now go back upstairs and tell those suited gentlemen what you ate today —he mocked, and let out a beer-laden burp straight in her face.
Lorena wiped herself with the back of her hand, tasting the last trace of semen her uncle had left at the corner of her mouth, ran her fingers over the smeared neckline and licked them too, and went back to the elevator with a triumphant smile. No one in that glass building would suspect that the firm’s most promising auditor kept her uncle’s cock in her mouth and her aunt’s recent juices in her cunt.
***
Back on the twelfth floor, the air conditioning, instead of relieving her, chilled the traces on her skin and made them denser, more present. Every time she shifted in her chair, something of that forbidden afternoon smell—thick semen, aunt’s cunt, sour saliva—escaped from the collar of her stained blouse. Under her skirt, her cunt throbbed, soaked, with her panties drenched through.
In midafternoon, the managing partner called her to the records room, a narrow, unventilated space at the end of the hallway. As soon as they went in, the trapped heat made Lorena’s skin open and release an unmistakable waft of recent sex. The man frowned over the files.
—Lorena, what is that smell? —he asked, wrinkling his nose.
Far from getting scared, she felt a lash of pleasure in her cunt at remembering where that smell came from. She adjusted her glasses to hide her gaze behind the lens slightly blurred by her own breath.
—It must be the damp in the pipes, sir —she replied in a sweet, impeccable voice, while feeling a warm drop of semen slide down her cleavage.
Just then the door opened. It was Ramón. He had come up under the pretense of returning some keys, but Lorena understood, the moment she saw him enter with his shirt open and that cocky stride, that her uncle had come to mark his territory in front of the boss. His fly was half-open and a wet stain was still visible on the fabric.
—Niece, you left this at home —he said, and let out another burp that flooded the narrow room with the smell of lunch.
Without caring about the partner’s presence, Ramón ran his hand over her cheek, leaving a trail of grime on Lorena’s porcelain skin. Then he pulled his limp cock out through the fly, with no shame at all, rubbed it over the back of his hand, and with that same hand stroked his niece’s lips, coating them. He bent down and whispered in her ear, loud enough for the air to become unbreathable:
—Remember, tonight it’s your turn to come down. You’ve got my cum on you, the mouth one and the ass one, so don’t go acting respectable in that chair, all right?
When Ramón left, the managing partner stared at her with a mixture of bewilderment and disgust, but all she could think about was going back down two floors to kneel again and suck another cock. She brought a finger to her mouth, collected the rest of the semen her uncle had left on her lips, and tasted it shamelessly in front of the boss, slowly sucking her finger while looking him in the eyes. The partner, unable to stand the stale air of cunt and semen, rushed out of the records room.
Lorena was left alone, her nipples outlining beneath the silk, wishing the hours would pass already.
***
Alone in the records room, with the boss fled, she felt her arousal cross a point of no return. The heat of the room turned the traces on her skin into a sticky second layer, just like at her uncles’ place. She could not wait for the end of the workday.
She unfastened the first two buttons of her blouse and bared her cleavage, where Ramón’s semen had dried into a glossy crust. She scratched at it slowly with her nail and brought it to her mouth, savoring that salty concentrate that tasted like her uncle’s cock. Then she slid her hand beneath her skirt, slipped her fingers into the elastic of her soaked panties, gathered the morning moisture mixed with the semen Ramón had emptied into her cunt the day before and with the juices Pilar had left her before she went up, and sucked her fingers one by one, surrendering completely to her own secret.
She sat on the records room floor, between the shelves, lifted her skirt to her waist and spread her legs. With two fingers she began rubbing her swollen clit, while with the other hand she squeezed her tits over the blouse. She shoved three fingers into her dripping cunt and pulled them out coated in a thick, whitish fluid, a mixture of everyone who had used her in the last few hours. She licked them clean, moaning softly, pushed them back in harder, fucking herself savagely on the floor of that firm’s room.
Then she remembered the gift. When he left the apartment, Ramón had slipped something into the pocket of her jacket with a wink. She searched and pulled out a small paper packet: a souvenir from the previous night that she had kept like an impudent treasure, something old Eladio had left behind and that her uncle knew she would love to keep. When she opened it, the used condom appeared, still filled with the thick load from the old man inside, tied off in a knot so not a drop would be lost.
—What a lovely snack you left me, uncle —she whispered to herself.
Not caring that someone might walk in, she untied the knot, poured the contents into the hollow of her hand, and smeared it over her lips as if it were lipstick, leaving her mouth ready for anyone daring enough to seek it out. She tasted it, sucked it from her fingers, swallowed it slowly, and with a moan thrust the same fingers into her cunt to come right there, biting her lip so she would not scream, her ass pressed against the cold tile. She came in long spasms, clenching her cunt around her own fingers, tasting the old man in her mouth and her uncle’s semen drying on her skin.
Afterward she straightened her clothes, set her glasses right, and left the records room with her head held high, crossing the firm’s hallway with a steady step and leaving behind a trail no one would know how to name.
When she sat back down at her desk, she knew that tonight, two floors below, her uncles would have an even more intense session prepared to reward her loyalty.
***
When the workday ended, Lorena could not hold out even one more second. The friction of her skirt against her crotch, still wet from the midday games and from her own orgasm in the records room, was driving her mad. She went down the two floors almost running, feeling how the afternoon heat made that smell of needy cunt rise from her clothes, a magnet only for her.
When she entered the apartment, the scene was waiting for her. Ramón was on the sofa, naked, his hard cock pointing at the ceiling and the fan stirring the room’s hot air. Pilar, kneeling in front of him, her head buried between his legs, was sucking him off with hollowed cheeks, and raised her eyes when she heard the door with her husband’s cock still between her lips.
—Here’s the dirtiest auditor in the city! —Ramón exclaimed with a hoarse laugh, pulling his shiny, saliva-covered cock out of his wife’s mouth—. Take off that designer suit, because here we pay your real salary.
Lorena stripped off the expensive clothes in an instant and dropped them beside a pair of old flip-flops. She was left only with her plastic frames, her tits standing up, and her shaved cunt shining with moisture. She got on all fours on the rug before them and waited with her ass raised and her little hole visible.
Pilar, her fingers already soaked with her own juices and with her husband’s semen that he had just spat into her hand, put them into the young woman’s mouth. Lorena sucked them one by one, completely given over, while her aunt ran her other hand over her ass, spreading her butt cheeks and spitting into her little hole.
—Look at her, Ramón, how the little girl offers herself —Pilar purred—. Ass open already. We trained her well.
Ramón stood up, moved behind his niece, grabbed his cock, and rubbed it over Lorena’s cunt, up and down, not entering, torturing her.
—What do you want, niece? Ask for it.
—Fuck me, uncle, please, put your cock in me —she moaned, wiggling her ass—. Put it in my cunt, my ass, wherever you want, but fuck me now.
Ramón rammed it into her cunt in one thrust, all the way in, and started fucking her at a brutal pace, grabbing her hair with one hand and her ass with the other. Pilar got in front and made her eat her cunt while her husband’s cock went in and out of her from behind. Lorena was a sandwich of hot flesh, moaning, swallowing juices from the front, taking cock from behind, her glasses askew and her hair stuck to her sweaty face.
—There, whore, take cock, take cunt —Pilar shouted at her, rubbing her vulva all over her face—. This is your place, between us, this is what you are.
After a while, Pilar went to the bathroom and motioned with her chin. Ramón followed her, heavy, unhurried, his rigid cock pointing the way, and Lorena on all fours behind him like a well-trained bitch.
—Today Auntie has something prepared that you’re going to love —he said, putting the sink stopper in place.
The aunt settled herself over the sink, legs apart, her enormous, hairy cunt pointing downward. Lorena pressed her angelic face against her, lips parted, her glasses already fogging from the steam in the closed room. She started eating her aunt’s cunt hungrily, licking it, nibbling it, pushing her tongue deep inside, while Ramón positioned himself behind her and slammed his cock into her ass all at once.
The niece moaned against Pilar’s cunt, and the moan turned into furious licking as her uncle fucked her asshole in dry, hard thrusts. He grabbed her hips, split her in two, and smacked her ass, the slaps echoing off the tiles. Pilar tugged her hair toward her, rubbing her cunt all over her face, drowning her in her flesh.
—Eat, niece, eat what Auntie has for you —she ordered.
The aunt spread herself wider, pinched her clit between two fingers, and began gushing a thick stream straight into Lorena’s open mouth, which swallowed without stopping eating her cunt. Ramón, meanwhile, quickened the thrusts until he let out an animal growl and emptied his cock into her ass, loading the little hole with hot semen that began running down her legs.
—There, whore —Ramón growled, marking her with the last drops over her butt and blonde mane—. Eat what your family has prepared for you.
He pulled out, ran his dripping cock over his niece’s face, and she licked him gratefully, cleaning him from top to bottom with her tongue, sucking his balls, swallowing the last drops. Pilar let herself fall away from the sink, crouched beside her niece, and kissed her on the mouth, a deep, filthy kiss in which they exchanged saliva mixed with everything Lorena had swallowed that afternoon.
Lorena, in ecstasy, received everything her uncles gave her, swallowing without thinking, savoring the only true home she knew. Tomorrow she would be the unimpeachable auditor again on the twelfth floor, in her immaculate suit and crystal smile. But tonight, like every night, she belonged to Ramón and Pilar, and there was nothing in the world she desired more.