Elena woke tangled in master sheets that smelled of four bodies fused overnight: Alexander's musk deep and commanding, Victoria's jasmine sharp and artistic, Julian's clean code-sweat faint and boyish, her own release layered thick as glaze. The vast bed dwarfed her, pillows scattered like battlefield casualties. She lay on her stomach, cheek pressed to a damp spot that could have been anyone's climax. Sunlight poured through floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawling indifferent below. A soft snore from Alexander beside her, arm heavy across her waist. Victoria curled against her back, breast soft on her shoulder blade, sapphire piercing cool against skin. Julian sprawled at the foot, one hand resting on her calf possessive even in sleep.
She slipped free, gentle, body aching, delicious. Thighs sticky, pussy tender from endless use. Bruises bloomed everywhere: fingerprints on hips, bite marks on breasts, faint red lines from garters snapped too tight. She padded barefoot to the en-suite, mirror showing a woman transformed: hair wild, dark halo, lips swollen, perpetual, eyes glowing with unsated fire. She traced a hickey on her neck, pressed until it throbbed fresh. Smiled wickedly.
The shower ran steaming. She scrubbed slowly, watching cum swirl pearly down the drain in rivers. Lace scraps from last night floated like drowned promises. She left them. Evidence. Uniform waited folded on the counter: fresh black dress, apron crisp, but she donned only the robe Victoria had left, silk cool on fevered skin. No rush. The penthouse belonged to them now, chores a pretext for touch.
Kitchen first. Coffee brewed strong, eggs scrambled fluffy, fruit sliced precisely. She plated four, carried the tray back to the bedroom. Alexander stirred first, eyes opening to her silhouette in the doorway, robe parting to flash breast and thigh.
"Breakfast in bed?" Voice gravel and approval.
She set the tray on the nightstand, climbed onto the mattress. Straddled his hips, robe falling open completely. His cock hardened instant beneath her, thick against her bare pussy. "Service with a smile."
Victoria woke next, smile curving lazy. Reached for a strawberry, fed it to Elena slow, juice dripping down her chin. Licked it clean deliberate, tongue tracing to her nipple. Julian roused last, blushing at the sight, but crawled forward eager. Took a bite of eggs from Elena's fingers, sucking them clean.
They ate tangled, feeding each other bites, licks, kisses. Coffee shared from one mug, lips meeting over the rim. Alexander's hand between Elena's thighs casual, fingers dipping into slick heat, scooping breakfast of her own making. Brought to Victoria's mouth. She sucked greedy.
Morning dissolved into touch. Alexander flipped Elena onto her back, entered slow while she ate fruit from Julian's palm. Victoria straddled her face, grinding gentle. Julian watched, stroking himself lazy. Climaxes built soft, rolling waves. Alexander came deep, Victoria squirted over Elena's chin, Julian across her breasts hands-free.
They showered together eventual, bodies sliding in steam and soap. Hands everywhere, mouths, cocks pressing. No penetration, just tease. Dried slow, kisses lingering.
Chores called eventual. Elena dressed proper: uniform buttoned modest, apron tied, lace thong from Victoria's drawer today, black and barely there. She wheeled the cart through halls that echoed with their moans. Started in Julian's room, door ajar, monitors dark for once.
She dusted shelves slow, bending deliberate. A webcam on his desk caught her eye, red light blinking faint. Glitch? She leaned closer, skirt riding. Screen flickered to life sudden: Julian's face filled it, eyes wide in his office down the hall, watching live.
"Elena." Voice tinny through speakers.
She smiled wicked, turned full to the camera. Unbuttoned slow, dress parting to reveal lace bra cupping breasts, thong damp already. "Miss me?"
He groaned audible. Hand disappearing below frame, stroking. "Don't stop."
She obeyed, peeling the dress away. Stood in lace and apron, nipples peaking through sheer. Turned, bent over his desk, ass presented to the lens. Pulled thong aside, fingers tracing slick folds.
"Show me everything."
She plunged two fingers deep, fucking herself slow. Added a third, stretching. Thumb on clit, circling vicious. Juices dripped to the keyboard. She moaned his name, hips rocking.
Alexander entered the feed sudden, behind Julian in the office. Watched over his shoulder, smile dark. "Good boy. Share the view."
Victoria joined, robe open, hand on Alexander's cock through trousers. They watched Elena perform, directing soft.
"Spread wider."
"Pinch your nipples."
"Faster."
She came hard, squirting arcs splashing the screen, body shaking. Collapsed forward, panting.
"Server room. Now." Alexander's command.
She dressed quick, thong soaked, dress clinging. Wheeled the cart as cover, heart slamming. Server room door unlocked. Inside cold and humming, racks blinking frantic.
They waited: Alexander seated in Julian's chair, trousers open, cock thick in hand. Victoria on the console, legs spread, fingers lazy in her pussy. Julian standing, pants down, stroking slow.
"Close the door." Victoria.
Elena obeyed. Alexander crooked a finger. She crossed, knelt between his knees. Took him deep instant, throat relaxing. He groaned, hand in her hair gentle. Victoria watched, fingering faster. Julian approached, cock brushing her cheek.
She alternated, mouth on Alexander, hand on Julian. Sucked, stroked, hummed. They thrust shallow, hips rolling. Victoria came first, squirting over the console. Alexander flooded her mouth, thick pulses. She swallowed greedy, turned to Julian, milked him dry across her tongue.
They sagged panting. Screens glowed behind them, code scrolling endless.
Afternoon blurred. Chores pretext: dusting Alexander's study while he watched from his chair, stroking lazy. She bent over his desk, skirt up, no touch. He came across papers hands-free.
Gallery with Victoria: she posed Elena against a blank canvas, webcam live again. Painted her body in edible gold, licked clean slow. Scissored on the floor, clits grinding, squirting paint everywhere.
Dinner prep. Kitchen cams hidden, family watching feeds on phones. Elena cooked nude under apron, bending deliberate, fingers dipping into sauces then her pussy, tasting both.
Dinner. Table set elegant. They ate clothed, tension thick. Under table: Alexander's foot between her thighs, pressing thong. Victoria's hand on her breast, pinching. Julian's fingers tracing her arm.
Dessert: body sushi. Elena lay on the table, nude, food arranged artistic. They ate slow, tongues lingering. Nipples topped with cream, clit with honey. She came from licks alone, body arching.
Night. Master bed again. Webcams everywhere, recording secret. They fucked endless: Alexander in her pussy, Victoria strap-on in ass, Julian in mouth. Positions shifted fluidly. Confessed mid-climax: Alexander's closeted wants, Victoria's artist lover hint, Julian's online boyfriend whisper.
Sleep came exhausted, bodies piled.
Hidden screens captured everything, files saved deep. The penthouse watched itself now, voyeur eternal.