Threesome and Voyeurism in the Downtown Penthouse

I opened my eyes with a dry mouth and a head that felt like stone. For a few seconds, all I saw was brightness coming through an enormous window and some badly drawn curtains. Then the rest came back: the thick smell of sweat, spilled alcohol, cheap perfume, and sheets used to their limit.

I was naked. A woman's arm was draped across my chest, and someone else's leg was tangled with mine. It took me a while to sit up, as if my body had to negotiate every movement with my brain.

When I sat on the edge of the bed, I saw the whole disaster. Four of my friends, just as naked as I was, asleep in various absurd positions across the mattress and the floor. In the middle of all of us, as if she'd been the exact center of the storm, was her.

Her dark hair was stuck to her back with sweat. Her brown skin was covered in fine tattoos on her shoulders, side, and one buttock. She slept facedown, her ass barely sinking into the mattress, her back covered in marks from hands, mouths, and fingernails.

I didn't remember her name. That was the first thing that pissed me off.

I searched for my phone among trousers, empty glasses, and a heap of mixed-up clothes. It was after eleven on a Monday morning. I stared at the screen with a strange mixture of satisfaction and disgust, because I didn't know whether two nights or three had passed since that woman had entered the penthouse.

Then scattered scenes began coming back to me. The brutal music of a club after closing time. White lights, people with clenched jaws, lukewarm drinks. Her dancing alone, wearing a short shirt with no bra, her nipples showing through every time she raised her arms.

I had approached her first. Not because I was brave, but because my friends were distracted by other things, and she'd been staring at me for a while as if she knew exactly what kind of shit she could get herself into if she kept smiling like that.

—Are you alone? —I asked her, pressing close so she could hear me over the music.

—Right now, yes —she replied, without moving away.

She had a soft yet brazen southern accent. She wasn't a shy woman. You could tell from the way she held my gaze, from how she looked me over from head to toe before accepting the drink I offered her.

—Let's go somewhere better —I told her—. We've got a penthouse nearby, a terrace, music, more space.

She smiled with calculated slowness.

—And what do you expect in return?

—For you not to get bored.

My friends came over then. Mauro, Iker, Bruno, and Darío, all high, all excited by the mere idea of a woman like that looking at a group of men with curiosity instead of fear. She didn't back away. On the contrary, she let us surround her.

—If I go —she said—, I don't want any good-boy faces when we get there. If I go upstairs with you, it's to really play.

—Nobody comes up here to play halfway —Mauro shot back.

She laughed, grabbed me by the shirt, and kissed me right there. A long, wet, dirty kiss, with tongue and a final bite that made my cock hard in seconds. When she pulled away, I saw that her lips were swollen and that she had the smile of a grown woman who knew exactly what effect she had.

—My name is Nadia —she said—. Now take me there.

***

In the penthouse, she continued to be in charge from the very first minute, even if it looked like the opposite. As soon as she came in, she left her purse on a chair, yanked off her shirt, and threw it on the floor. She had small, firm tits, with dark nipples hardened by the cold or by arousal. She looked at us one by one as she unbuttoned her trousers.

—Don't waste my time —she said.

She pulled down her trousers and thong at the same time. She stood completely naked in the middle of the living room, brown-skinned and tattooed, her pussy already glistening. She didn't make the slightest attempt to cover herself. She stroked herself between the legs with two fingers and showed us the wetness.

—Let's see if you're as brave as you look.

We stripped almost tripping over one another. I couldn't stop looking at her. The tattoo on her back ran from the nape of her neck to the middle of her waist, and another small design adorned her right buttock. Nadia looked over our cocks with obscene calm, like someone choosing where to begin a feast.

—You first —she told me, pointing at me.

I went over, and she grabbed my cock in one hand. She squeezed it slowly, drawing her lower lip between her teeth as she felt its thickness. Then she knelt without taking her eyes off me. Seeing a woman like that—an adult, confident, naked, and surrounded by five men—swallowing my cock almost all at once left me breathless.

She opened her mouth wide and took my head as far as she could. I felt the heat of her tongue wrapping around me, her lips sealed at the base, the firm suction. She wasn't sucking delicately; she worked as if she wanted to provoke all of us, twisting her wrist while she sucked me, letting saliva run down my shaft.

—Fuck... —slipped out of me.

The others were already gathered around us. Bruno tied her hair back in a makeshift ponytail, and she let him. Mauro offered her his cock at face level, and Nadia, without letting go of me completely, ran her tongue over the tip of his. The living room filled with moans, broken breathing, and the wet sound of her mouth swallowing.

When she felt me getting close to coming, she pulled away with a smile shining with saliva.

—Not yet —she ordered.

She turned around and braced her hands on the sofa, offering us her ass. Darío spread her cheeks with both hands and let out a low whistle. I knelt behind her and ran my tongue from her pussy to her asshole. Nadia shuddered immediately.

—Yes... like that, asshole... don't stop.

Her taste filled my mouth: sweat, arousal, something salty and thick that made me more animalistic. I pushed my tongue into her pussy, then her ass, alternating slowly, listening to her moan with her face buried in the backrest. While I ate her from behind, Mauro positioned himself in front of her so she could suck him again.

The image was perfect and brutal. Nadia braced against the sofa, sucking one man's cock while I licked her ass and Bruno fondled her tits from behind. She kept moving, searching for more pressure, more hands, more mouths.

—Finger me —she said, pulling back only slightly from the cock in front of her.

I sank one finger into her pussy, then two. She was very wet. I thrust them in and out hard, listening to the obscene splashing between her legs. Nadia moaned with Mauro's cock still in her mouth, gagging a little because she wouldn't stop moving.

—That's it, slut, just like that —he told her, grabbing her jaw.

She liked being told that. I could tell from the way she squeezed her legs together and pushed her ass against my hand.

I didn't want to keep looking at her without penetrating her. I stood up, spat into my hand, and rubbed it over my cock before positioning myself at her entrance. She turned her head just enough to look at me over her shoulder.

—All the way.

I pushed it in slowly at first, just the tip, enjoying the hot resistance of her body. Then I went deeper, inch by inch, until I filled her. Nadia let out a deep moan and arched her whole body.

—Fuck... yes... all of it.

I began fucking her with long thrusts, gripping her waist. Every blow made her tits tremble. She kept sucking Mauro between moans and gasps, and the sight drove me out of control. Darío pinched her nipples. Bruno held her wrists against the backrest. Everything was bodies, noise, and movement.

I pulled my cock out for a moment and rubbed it between her buttocks, moving up toward her ass. Nadia noticed immediately and spread her legs wider.

—If you're going to do it, do it properly.

I covered it with saliva, then added more, and pressed the tip against her asshole. The muscle yielded little by little. Nadia stopped sucking for a second to moan angrily when I began entering her there. She dug her fingers into Mauro's thighs and threw her head back.

—Don't hold back now.

I kept going slowly, feeling her squeeze me tighter and tighter. When I was fully inside, I stayed still for a second, Nadia's ass pressed against my pelvis and her sweaty back against my chest. Then I really started fucking her.

The sound changed. Drier, more violent. She took it with her mouth open, letting out hoarse moans that grew louder and louder. Bruno slipped two fingers into her pussy while I fucked her ass, and Nadia nearly collapsed.

—I'm going to come —she murmured, shamelessly—. Keep going, you sons of bitches, keep going.

She came like that, with my cock sliding in and out of her ass and Bruno's fingers shaking her pussy from the front. I felt her whole body contract, her thighs trembling, her voice breaking in a scream she didn't try to hold back.

I pulled out before I came, and Mauro took my place from behind. Nadia dropped to her knees on the rug, panting, with saliva and sweat running down her chin. Darío moved in front of her, and she grabbed him to suck him again, as if she still hadn't had enough.

***

I remember fragments of that first night and the following morning blurred together as one endless scene. Nadia in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, spreading her legs so I could eat her pussy while Bruno grabbed her tits from behind. Nadia in the bathroom, bent over the sink, watching herself in the mirror while Darío fucked her from behind and she put two fingers in her mouth to suck them.

I also remember her riding Mauro in the big bed in the master bedroom. I was beside them, taking her mouth between thrusts. Nadia rose and fell on his cock without restraint, letting herself drop all the way down, her thighs gleaming and her pussy so wet that every slap could be heard throughout the room.

—Look at me —she told me then.

I put my cock against her lips, and she swallowed it while she kept riding Mauro. The coordination of her body was obscene: mouth, hips, hands. I pulled it out so I wouldn't come, and she protested with a frustrated moan before leaning forward so Iker could suck one of her nipples.

—I want to finish full —she said—. Don't keep me here just to caress me.

Sometimes I think that sentence was the fuel for the entire weekend.

I fucked her again in bed, this time in her pussy. I lay her on her back, spread her legs wide, and entered while looking at her face. I wanted to see her. Nadia welcomed me with both hands around my neck and her pussy so open and hot that I struggled to keep my rhythm without losing my head.

I kissed her neck while I pushed into her, then moved down to suck one of her nipples without stopping. She squeezed my waist with her legs and began lifting her hips to meet every thrust.

—Harder.

I did as she asked. I grabbed one leg below the knee and lifted it onto my shoulder. I could get deeper that way. Every time I pulled almost all the way out and drove back in, Nadia let out a more broken, dirtier gasp, as if she liked feeling truly used.

Bruno positioned himself beside her and put his cock in her mouth. She took it without taking her eyes off me. That double surrender, her pussy receiving me while her mouth was occupied, made me fuck her with a violence I normally don't allow myself. Her tits slapped, her makeup ran beneath her eyes, and she still smiled between gags and moans.

When I felt I was about to come, I pulled out in time and masturbated over her belly. My cum stained her navel, waist, and one hip. Nadia ran two fingers through it, brought them to her mouth, and sucked them slowly without taking her eyes off me.

—Again later —she said, breathing hard.

***

On Monday morning, back in that thick hangover, I finally got out of bed and went to the window. In the building opposite, two men and a woman were smoking on a balcony and looking straight into our bedroom. When they saw me looking at them, they didn't look away.

One of them even raised a hand in greeting, as if they'd been watching for a while.

I turned toward the bed. Nadia was still asleep, spread out between the tangled sheets, one thigh across Mauro's torso. Then I understood all at once: the curtains had been half open for hours. Maybe since the night before. Maybe much longer.

And something in me, instead of feeling ashamed, got harder.

I went back to the bed, carefully moved Mauro aside, and kissed Nadia's shoulder. She slowly opened her eyes. It took her two seconds to focus on me and another two to smile.

—Still alive? —she murmured.

—Look at the window.

She turned her head, saw the neighbors in the building opposite, and fell silent for a second. I thought she'd be angry. Instead, she moistened her lips and dug her nails into my forearm.

—Then don't disappoint them.

I kissed her right there, my mouth still bitter from the hangover. Nadia responded by opening her legs with hers and reaching for my half-hard cock with her hand. She stroked it slowly until it was completely rigid.

—Take me to the window.

I helped her stand. She was still naked, disheveled, and beautiful in a wild way. I took her to the window and positioned her with her back to me, her hands braced against the glass. From across the way, the three neighbors were now watching shamelessly. One of them had even taken out his phone.

Nadia saw them and smiled. Then she spread her legs a little farther.

—Let them record if they want.

I caressed her ass, spreading her cheeks with both hands, and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She was still wet. Very wet. She bit her lip and moved her ass, asking me for more.

—Fuck me like this. Let them see me tremble.

I placed the tip at her entrance and entered slowly. The glass was cold, but her body burned. I gripped her hips and began with short, controlled thrusts, watching over her shoulder as the neighbors stood frozen on the other side.

Nadia rested her forehead against the window. The mist from her breath fogged the glass at face level. I cupped one breast with one hand and found her clitoris with the other. When the friction of my fingers coincided with the thrust of my cock, she let out a moan so loud that it woke the others.

Mauro was the first to come over, naked and still half asleep, scratching his beard. When he saw us at the window, a smile spread across his face.

—Fuck, now that's a good way to wake up.

Bruno and Darío came in behind him. In less than a minute we were all around Nadia again, touching her, kissing her, getting worked up among ourselves with her at the center. The room smelled of fresh sex again.

I was still inside Nadia when Bruno put his cock in her mouth from the side. She turned her head just enough to take it, resting one cheek against the glass. Mauro stroked her pussy with two fingers from the front, brushing my cock every time I entered her. Darío grabbed her hair and kissed her neck while his free hand squeezed one of her tits.

The neighbors in the building opposite applauded when they saw her like that. Nadia let Bruno's cock slip from her mouth just long enough to laugh and wave at them mockingly before putting it back in.

The thrill of knowing we were being watched made us lose whatever restraint remained. I pulled out my cock and slapped her ass. Her buttock turned red instantly.

—Turn around.

She obeyed. I sat her on the wide windowsill, legs spread, and knelt between them to eat her in front of everyone. I opened her pussy with my fingers and buried my tongue deep inside. Nadia grabbed my hair and threw her head back while the others kissed her, sucked her nipples, and masturbated around us.

I ran my tongue over her clitoris quickly and insistently until I brought her to the edge. She began writhing and spouting incoherent words mixed with curses.

—Don't stop... don't stop, asshole... I'm going to come... like that, like that...

She came, squirting into my mouth. I felt the spasms in her thighs, her belly, and the hands with which she held me. I stood up with my face wet and pushed it into her again before the trembling passed. I entered with one thrust, and Nadia screamed.

This time it was hard from the beginning. I held her beneath the thighs and pulled her toward the edge of the sill to penetrate her deeply, thrust after thrust. Every push made her back bounce against the frame. Bruno slipped two fingers into her ass while I fucked her pussy, and Nadia nearly lost the power of speech.

—More... fuck... more.

Mauro positioned himself behind her and offered her his cock. Nadia grabbed it and began masturbating him to the rhythm of my thrusts. Darío came into one hand as he watched us, unable to wait his turn. The room had become one continuous noise of moans, gasps, and skin striking skin.

When I realized I couldn't hold out much longer, I pulled out and gave my place to Bruno. He penetrated her from behind, holding her against the glass, while I put my cock in her mouth. Nadia sucked hungrily, swallowing almost all of me, and rubbed her clitoris without gentleness with her other hand. She was bringing herself to the limit.

Bruno fucked her quickly, with dry blows that made the window vibrate. Nadia looked up at me from below, tears of pleasure at the corners of her eyes from how wide her throat was stretched, and that expression emptied me completely. I came in her mouth with a grunt, gripping her jaw so I could feel her swallow.

She didn't spit anything out. She lifted her head, wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and told Bruno:

—Don't stop either.

He didn't last long. He came with his cock buried to the hilt, biting her shoulder. Nadia trembled again, on the verge of a second orgasm. Mauro didn't waste any time: he turned her around, sat her down again, and penetrated her from the front while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

I went behind her and slipped two fingers into her pussy beneath Mauro's cock, enjoying the mixture, the hot disorder of fluids and gasps. Nadia was beside herself. She looked at the neighbors, looked at us, touched her tits, and begged for more in a broken voice that no longer sounded entirely human.

She came again, harder than the first time. She went rigid, mouth open, nails digging into Mauro's back while her whole body shook uncontrollably.

Afterward, she collapsed against him, exhausted and satisfied, and we finally began to slow down. The neighbors were still there, fascinated. Nadia blew them a kiss with the half smile of a sated predator.

We made our way back to the bed, covered in sweat and dried stains. I lay down beside her, and she rested her head on my shoulder as if we'd known each other all our lives. Nobody spoke. There was no need anymore.

Before falling asleep again, Nadia whispered in my ear:

—If that video ever shows up somewhere, let me know.

—So I can delete it?

She laughed, closing her eyes.

—No. So I can watch it again and get myself worked up.

I looked at her for another moment before letting myself sink into the mattress. I could still taste her in my mouth, and my body was battered from all the fucking. Outside, the midday light kept pouring in, clean and indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

But something had happened. And just remembering it, I still get hard.