The Threesome That Started on Inferno’s Dance Floor

I spent all Saturday morning killing myself at the gym so I wouldn’t have to think. I had failed an important assessment, not because I hadn’t studied, but because I refused to sleep with the asshole grading it. The complaint was still hanging in the air, trapped in that gray area where nobody believes you unless you have a recording on hand, as if a woman were supposed to live prepared to document every disgusting thing.

I came home with trembling legs, my head boiling and a physical need to work off my frustration somehow. I was about to text Mara to go out to dinner and forget about it when my phone rang. It was Darío.

“Hi, gorgeous. Got plans tonight?”

Darío was my best friend. He was also my friend with benefits, my accomplice, my weakness and, within certain games, the man I obeyed. Not all the time. Not always. But yes, whenever we both wanted to enter that territory.

“No. None,” I answered, trying not to let the anxiety show in my voice.

“Then you do now. I want to see you at eight at the entrance to Inferno. Ivo agreed to meet up with us and, if he likes us, we’ll go down to the private room. I sent you a package. Put it on before you leave.”

My stomach tensed instantly. I had only seen Ivo once, from a distance, on one of those rare nights that leave a mark. We exchanged a brief look, nothing more, but it was enough to leave me thinking about him for weeks. Tall, restrained, with the kind of presence that didn’t need to raise his voice to impose itself.

“All right. See you there. I love you.”

“I love you more. And show up ready.”

The package arrived less than an hour later. I wasn’t surprised to find a good-sized anal plug inside, heavy and elegant, the kind that didn’t forgive improvisation. I held it in my palm for a few seconds, already feeling the anticipatory heat between my legs. It wasn’t the first time I’d used something like that; I knew how to prepare myself, and I also knew why Darío was asking me to wear it.

I did it slowly, the way I liked. Hot shower. Fingers. Lubricant. Long breaths. When I finally had it inside me, my body took a little while to adjust, and then that delicious, constant, indecent pressure arrived, leaving me aware of my ass with every step. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I was already turned on before I got dressed.

Later, I went shopping with Mara for a while to distract myself. We ended up spending far too much on a red lace set that nobody would see for long and a matching red dress, long and tight, with a deep neckline and a side slit that made my intentions clear without revealing too much. I came home with my body sensitive and my head full of images.

By seven I was bathed, lightly made up and standing in heels that forced me to walk slowly. I wasn’t wearing panties under the dress. Just the red lace over my breasts and the plug shoved all the way in, reminding me every few steps of what was waiting for me. The fabric brushing against my hard nipples was a minor torture compared with the pressure in my ass.

Inferno was a fifteen-minute drive away. I arrived before Darío, as usual. The club had that discreet black facade that seemed to promise expensive secrets behind the door. I leaned against the car, folded my arms and waited. When he appeared, his gaze traveled over me from head to toe, and a rough murmur escaped him.

“Fuck.”

I smiled. He stopped in front of me and, instead of looking into my eyes, remained fixed on my cleavage.

“My eyes are up here, champ.”

He finally looked up, and I took the opportunity to inspect him from head to toe. Black shirt, dark trousers, tense jaw. I knew him well enough to notice the erection straining against the fabric even before I moved closer. He had been counting the minutes too.

I leaned in and kissed him first. No greeting, no preamble. I traced the outline of his lips with my tongue and then slipped it into his mouth, tasting him slowly while his hands seized my waist. When his cock pressed against my belly, a moan escaped me. The plug sank a little deeper with the movement, and I had to pull away to breathe.

“You’ve been hard since you saw me.”

“And you’ve been wet since before you left your house,” he replied, looking at me with insolent confidence. “You already wearing it?”

I nodded. His smile was brief and dangerous.

We went into the club without saying anything else about it. The music pounded against my chest and the lights cut through the air in red and blue flashes. The atmosphere was thick with perfume, alcohol, bodies pressed close and glances that lasted a second longer than necessary. Inferno always worked that way: first it wrapped you up, then it undressed you from the inside out.

At the bar, Darío ordered vodka. We each downed two drinks almost without pausing. Enough to loosen the edge of the tension, not enough to dull it. I wanted to feel everything, remember every hand, every order, every thrust.

“If Ivo likes what he sees, he’ll show up on his own,” Darío said, leaning toward my ear. “Don’t look for him. Let him come to you.”

“That’s exactly what I plan to do.”

We went to the dance floor. As soon as the music swallowed me, I started moving. Not innocently, not by any means. I let my hips take the rhythm, let the dress slide over my legs and let my body speak for me. Darío positioned himself in front of me, his hands first on my shoulders, then on my waist. I slid slowly down his torso, brushing against him, and rose again with my breathing slightly quickened. He let out a low laugh when I turned and offered him my back.

I felt his hands on my hips, pushing me against his erection. He was truly hard, digging into the small of my back. I turned my head to the side, offering him my neck, and he didn’t waste the invitation. He licked my skin, sucked it, bit me slowly. The mix of music, alcohol and human heat had me burning in an almost aggressive way.

I knew people were watching us. Far from making me uncomfortable, it turned me on even more. There was something obscene about dancing while knowing that others understood exactly what was happening between us.

I kept moving on my own for a few moments, feeling Darío watching me. Then I sensed another presence behind me. Taller. Still. Firmer. A second later, two hands settled on my hips with a different kind of authority. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him.

Darío said nothing. He simply looked at him from in front of me and smiled faintly. That was enough.

The man behind me pressed me against his body. His cock, large and hard, pressed higher than Darío’s. He smelled of dry wood, expensive cologne and restrained desire. One of his hands moved up my belly to my throat and held me there, not squeezing all the way, only enough to make me feel that he could if he wanted to. His other hand remained on my hip, holding me against him.

I had to lift my chin to look at him. When he finally let me turn around, I found a face even better than I remembered: one- or two-day stubble, pronounced cheekbones, a wrinkled white shirt with several buttons open and gray eyes that asked nobody’s permission.

“So you’re the girl,” he said.

“And you took long enough to come over.”

His mouth curved slightly. Behind me, Darío pressed himself against my ass again and gripped my waist from behind, closing us into a kind of enclosure I had no intention of escaping.

“How does it feel?” Darío murmured in my ear. “Being between two cocks and knowing they’re both going to fuck you tonight.”

A moan escaped me. Ivo heard it and seized my jaw with two fingers, forcing me to keep my eyes on him. He wasn’t gentle. I didn’t want gentleness either.

I slipped my arms around his neck and brought my mouth close to his as a silent provocation. Ivo understood immediately. He kissed me with precise roughness, biting my lower lip before thrusting his tongue inside. He kissed me as though he were putting me to the test. Behind me, Darío licked my neck and squeezed one of my breasts through the dress, pinching my nipple through the lace. My knees buckled slightly.

“I’m so fucking turned on,” I admitted when I pulled away from Ivo’s mouth, my breathing ragged.

“I can tell,” he said.

They took me toward a darker area of the club, near the staircase leading down to the private room. Then the usual thing happened at Inferno: the lights went out abruptly and the whole place sank into thick darkness, pierced only by a few distant LEDs and the immediate sound of bodies letting go. Moans. Nervous giggles. A thud against the wall. Agitated breathing. The famous stretch with no unnecessary questions.

We stopped against a wall. I could barely see anything anymore. I felt them release me for an instant, and then a deep voice brushed my ear.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes. Fucking yes.”

The hands came immediately. They pulled down the straps of my dress, leaving my breasts half exposed. Darío was the first to catch one of my nipples with his mouth. He sucked hard, hungrily, and then took the other while kneading the free breast with his hand. I moaned shamelessly, arching toward him.

“Ever since I saw you at the door, I’ve wanted to suck these tits,” he murmured before biting me again.

At the same time, Ivo grabbed my ass roughly. He spread my cheeks over the raised fabric of the dress and felt the plug through my body with an almost clinical obscenity, as if checking that I had obeyed. I let out a breath through my mouth when one of his fingers slipped between my soaked lips and found that nothing was covering me.

“No panties,” he said hoarsely. “Good girl.”

He thrust one finger in. Then another. He didn’t bother easing his way inside; he opened me without mercy, curling his fingers inward until he found the spot that weakened my legs. Darío kept sucking my breasts while I clung to Ivo’s shirt and searched blindly for his mouth. I found only his jaw, and bit it.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“No, not yet,” he corrected me, moving his fingers faster. “But we’re getting there.”

With one hand I found his belt, undid it and slipped my hand inside his trousers. When I finally gripped his cock, I understood why his calm was so commanding. It was thick, hot, heavy in my palm. Another moan escaped me, this time in surprise.

I rubbed the tip with my thumb, spreading the precum, and heard him gasp near my ear. I began jerking him with a firm rhythm while squeezing his balls with my other hand. He responded by driving his fingers deeper, punishing my pussy with short, precise thrusts. Darío left my breasts and moved down my belly until he found my clitoris.

When he began rubbing it in hard circles, I almost came apart.

“Ivo, touch her,” Darío said, though there was no need to ask. “Look at how she’s dripping.”

“I can feel her,” he replied.

He slid a third finger inside me while his other hand searched for the plug and twisted it inside my ass. The moan he tore from me was so loud I no longer cared whether anyone else heard it. The anal pressure, the movement in my pussy and the friction against my clitoris left me on the edge within seconds.

“Tell me what’s making you this wet,” Ivo demanded, pressed against my face. “Knowing we’re going to fuck you between us? That you’re in a club full of people listening to you moan? That your ass is open and you still want more?”

I couldn’t answer in words. I only shook my head and kept pumping his cock with my hand while the orgasm rose through my legs.

“Answer me.”

“Everything,” I managed to say. “All of it turns me on, goddammit.”

Then I came. Hard. The kind of orgasm that bends your back and suddenly loosens your legs. My breath caught and I had to brace myself against them to keep from falling. Darío laughed against my neck, satisfied. Ivo held my jaw until I opened my eyes again.

“Now,” he said.

He turned me against the wall without a hint of gentleness. He pushed my dress up to my waist and smacked my ass, making me gasp. Again. Then I felt him pull the plug out all at once, tearing a groan from me, and immediately one hand seized my hip while another cock, Darío’s by the height, pressed against the entrance to my pussy.

He didn’t wait long. He drove into me with one long, hard thrust, making me open my mouth against the wall. The brutal relief of finally feeling him inside me was almost as intense as the pain of the first second. He filled me completely, pounding deep, and I arched my back to take him better.

“There it is,” Darío growled behind me. “Tell me how badly you wanted it.”

“So badly. Fuck, so badly.”

He began fucking me with a savage rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in to the hilt. Every impact pushed me against the wall. In front of me, Ivo opened my mouth with his thumb and put his cock between my lips.

I took it without thinking. The tip struck my tongue and I began sucking him eagerly, covering him with saliva, taking him as deep as I could while Darío drilled me from behind. The contrast drove me crazy: my pussy full, my mouth occupied, Ivo’s hands in my hair setting the pace.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Suck it properly.”

I did. I ran my tongue over his glans, sucked, went lower until I felt the beginning of a gag and forced myself to relax my throat. Ivo let out a low gasp and gripped my hair harder. He wasn’t fucking my mouth yet, but he was one step away. Behind me, Darío grabbed my waist and sped up.

“She’s so tight,” he said through his teeth. “Look at her, Ivo. I put it in and she goes crazy.”

I pulled my mouth away for a second to breathe. I had saliva on my chin and no longer cared about my makeup. Ivo wiped it away with his thumb and put it back in my mouth. I sucked it while looking into his eyes, and something in his expression hardened even more.

“Turn around.”

I obeyed as best I could. Darío pulled out of my pussy with a wet sound that left me empty for an instant. Between them, they positioned me with my back against the wall, one leg lifted over Ivo’s hip. Then he penetrated me. Slowly at first, not out of care but for pleasure. He worked his way in inch by inch, letting me feel how thick he was. When he finished entering me, he tore a rough moan from deep in my chest.

“Fuck,” I said, trembling. “You’re so big.”

“And you’re going to take all of me.”

He proved it with the first thrust. And the second. And the third, already faster, deeper, until the back of my head struck the wall. Darío kissed me meanwhile, thrusting his tongue into me hungrily, and lowered one hand between our bodies to rub my clitoris again.

I had no way to process so many things at once. Ivo fucked me as if he wanted to split me in two. Darío masturbated me without giving me a moment’s relief and, whenever he broke the kiss, bit my neck or sucked the nipples still exposed above my dress. I came clinging to Ivo’s shoulders, taking his thrusts and moaning into my friend’s mouth.

“I want to suck it again,” I said, almost voiceless.

Ivo pulled out of me and turned me so I could kneel. The floor was cold beneath my knees, but the feeling didn’t last long. Two hard, wet cocks waited in front of me. I licked my lips shamelessly.

I started with Darío, sucking the tip while jerking Ivo with my hand. Then I switched. I took Ivo’s cock into my mouth as far as my throat allowed while continuing to work Darío’s with my other hand, feeling him grow increasingly tense, increasingly close. They spoke to me in turns and sometimes at the same time.

“Slower.”

“No, like that. That’s perfect.”

“Stick out your tongue.”

“Good girl.”

Drooling over their cocks turned me on even more. The wet sound of my mouth, their moans, the darkness around us filled with other people’s gasps—all of it added to that filthy, delicious feeling of being exactly where I wanted to be. Eventually Ivo grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth with short thrusts. Not too violently, but firmly, forcing me to swallow saliva and air at once. I loved it.

When my jaw began to ache, Darío pulled me up. He kissed me, tasting the mixture of saliva and cock in my mouth, and then brought one hand to my ass.

“I want to see that hole working too.”

The words alone made me clench. Ivo understood the intention immediately. They pressed me against the wall again, bent forward. Darío spread my cheeks and spat on my ass before putting one finger in, then another, preparing me quickly. The plug had left me ready, but I still felt the familiar stretching and tension.

“Relax,” he said, though his tone sounded more like an order than advice.

Ivo positioned himself in front of me so I could kiss him while Darío pressed the tip of his cock against my anus. The first advance burned. I clung to Ivo’s shoulders and moaned against his mouth. Darío stayed still for a moment, letting me get used to him, then continued entering slowly, inch by inch, until he finally filled me completely.

“Fuck, fuck,” I repeated, my forehead pressed against Ivo’s chest.

“That’s it, let it out,” he murmured, sliding two fingers into my pussy at the same time.

The combination was devastating. Darío began moving inside my ass with slow but deep thrusts, each one pulling a new moan from me. In front of me, Ivo slid his fingers in and out of my pussy while brushing my clitoris with his thumb. The initial pain transformed into a thick, heavy pleasure, so powerful it made me dizzy.

“I want to come,” I said.

“Not yet,” Darío replied, smacking my ass. “Hold it.”

I didn’t hold it for long. Ivo pulled his fingers out and put his cock back into my pussy the moment Darío left my ass. The change left me empty and needy for only an instant, because immediately everything was full again. This time they coordinated without speaking: Ivo fucking my pussy from the front, Darío behind me, rubbing himself against my buttocks and occasionally putting two fingers into my still-sensitive ass.

I was lost. My dress was bunched around my waist, my breasts were exposed, my mouth hung open and my body was completely surrendered. I reached one hand back to Darío’s and guided it to my clitoris. He began rubbing me faster, harder, exactly as I needed.

“Now,” he whispered in my ear. “Come for us.”

Ivo thrust all the way into me once, twice, three times in a row. On the third, I came again, a spasm tightening my entire body. I screamed without caring who heard me. My legs trembled so violently that I had to hang on to his neck while the orgasm shook me from my pussy to my fingertips.

Ivo continued a little longer, seeking his own release. He found it with a sharp grunt, burying himself to the hilt and coming inside the condom, his tense body pressed against mine. As soon as he pulled out, Darío turned me and brought me to my knees again. His cock was hard, glistening, a heartbeat away from finishing.

“Open.”

I took him into my mouth immediately. I sucked hungrily, using my hand too, looking up at him while he stroked my hair and cursed under his breath. Ivo held my chin to watch more closely, as though he enjoyed the show as much as he had enjoyed taking part in it.

Darío didn’t last long. He warned me with a hoarse gasp.

“I’m coming.”

He came in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could; the rest mixed with saliva on my lips. When I let him go, he pulled me up by the arms and kissed me without disgust, tasting himself on my tongue. Ivo stroked my cheek with his knuckles, almost tenderly—a ridiculous contrast after the way he had fucked me.

The three of us stayed there for a few seconds, breathing in the darkness and listening to the distant echo of other bodies finishing what they had started. They straightened my dress, pulled up the straps and Darío pushed my hair back. My legs were still trembling, my pussy throbbing, my ass sensitive and my mouth swollen.

When the lights began to come back on little by little, Ivo held my gaze for one moment longer.

“I like you better up close,” he said.

I smiled, still not fully able to catch my breath.

“And you took too long to find out.”

Darío let out a low laugh and kissed my temple. We walked slowly away from that corner as if nothing had happened, though I could feel the marks of the night all over my body. Outside, I still had the same problem, the same complaint, the same anger at the world. But inside, at least for a few hours, I had managed to burn it all away.