Elena woke to the penthouse pulsing with digital heartbeats, hidden servers humming low like a lover's breath in the walls. The master bed lay rumpled and scented, jasmine clinging stubbornly from last night's perfume orgy. She stretched slowly, body a ledger of bytes and bruises: pussy tender from Alexander's coded thrusts, ass marked faint from Victoria's strap-on precision, breasts dotted with Julian's shy bite marks. Cum dried in delicate code patterns across her stomach, Morse of release. City light filtered softly through windows, screens in every room flickering with saved footage, loops of their bodies entwined eternally.
She rose naked, padded to the en-suite. Mirror reflected a woman compiled: hair tousled, dark script, lips swollen, eyes glowing with unsaved data. She traced a byte-sized hickey on her neck, binary of pain and pleasure. The shower ran steaming, water cascading over marks like a flush command. She scrubbed gently, watching scented evidence swirl away in soapy streams. Left a streak of cum on her inner thigh deliberately, rubbed it in like cache. Mark of the morning.
Uniform today felt programmed: black dress fitted tight, apron with pockets for gadgets, hem teasing mid-thigh. She selected Julian's pronoun pin, clipped it visible on the collar. Slipped a small USB drive into her pocket, metal cool and loaded with last night's rooftop rain fuck. No panties. The rule executed flawlessly. Coffee brewed strong in the kitchen, toast cooked golden, eggs scrambled into perfect loops. She plated four, carried the tray to Julian's wing. Door cracked, blue glow spilling like leaked data.
She pushed in quietly. Julian hunched over his setup, headphones clamped, code scrolling endless green rivers. Hoodie zipped high, curls wild from fingers raking through. He startled when she set the tray down, headphones slipping to his neck.
"Elena." Voice cracked on compile. Cheeks flushed instant, byte-sized blush.
"Breakfast debug." She smiled, leaned over his shoulder deliberately, breasts brushing his arm. The screen reflected her cleavage deeply, nipples peaking through the fabric.
He inhaled sharply, eyes flicking to the monitor where a hidden window played their rooftop orgy muted. "I was... reviewing logs."
She glanced, saw herself suspended in Alexander's arms, Victoria's tongue on clit, Julian's cock in her mouth. Heat flooded her core. "Good footage. Want a live update?"
He nodded frantically, chair spinning to face her. She straddled his lap slowly, dress riding high. Bare pussy pressed his sweatpants, damp instant. His hardness grew thick beneath, curving perfectly.
"Show me your code." Whisper against his ear.
He pulled her closer, hands on her hips. Kissed shyly at first, then deep, tongue compounding with hers. She ground down, clit dragging over fabric. He groaned, hands sliding under the dress to grip bare ass.
"Server room," he breathed. "Now."
He lifted her effortlessly, carried her through the glass door. Cold air blasted, racks humming approval. Set her on the console, keyboards clacking under thighs. Pushed the dress higher, spread her wide. Eyes devoured bare pussy, lips swollen and glistening.
"No panties. Efficient." He dropped to his knees, reverent, nose to her folds, inhaling deep. "Smell like us."
Tongue lashed clit instantly, fingers plunging two deep, curling to her spot. She moaned loudly, hands in curls, pulling closer. He added a third, stretching. Thumb circled asshole, pressing gently.
"Inside," she begged.
He breached slowly, knuckle deep. Double penetration made her sob. He worked ruthlessly, tongue flicking, fingers thrusting. Servers blinked frantically, fans whining in overload.
She came hard, squirting arcs splashing hardware, body shaking. He drank greedily, licking clean.
She hauled him up, kissed fiercely, tasting herself binary and sweet. Hands shoved sweatpants down. Cock sprang free, long and curved, pre-cum pearling. She stroked slowly, thumb swirling her head.
"Your turn." Sank to his knees on the cold floor, took him deep in one swallow. He cried out, hips jerking. She hummed, throat relaxing, nose to belly. He fucked shallow, hands gentle in hair.
"Close," he warned.
She pulled off, stood, and turned. Bent over the console, ass presented. "Fuck me. Debug deep."
He notched the entrance, thrust deep one stroke. She screamed, walls stretched perfectly. He bottomed out, balls slapping clit. Held still, trembling.
"Move." Order.
He did, his hips snapping brutally. Each thrust rocked the console, keyboards chattering code. She pushed back, meeting stroke for stroke. He reached around, fingers on clit, rubbing viciously.
"Harder." Gasp.
He gripped his hips and pounded relentlessly. Angle hit cervix, pleasure-pain exquisite. Second climax coiled viciously. He sensed, slowed torturous grind, cockhead dragging walls.
"Come on my cock." Growl new and dark.
She shattered, pussy clamping vice-tight, squirting around him. He roared, thrust erratic, flooding deep. Pulse after pulse, cum painting inside. Collapsed forward, forehead to spine, both panting.
Minutes stretched. He softened inside, cum trickling thighs. Kissed shoulder blades tender, pulled out slowly. Turned her gentle, kissed mouth soft.
"I love you." Whisper, eyes wide in surprise.
"I know." Cupped face. "Me too."
They cleaned slowly, tissues from the drawer, wiping surfaces and skin. He tucked away, flushed and glowing. She straightened her dress, cum dripping warm.
"Breakfast." Voice husky.
They ate at his desk, legs tangled. He fed her bites of toast, licking crumbs from her lips. Monitors glowed behind, code forgotten.
Morning chores waited. She left him with a final kiss, promise lingering. Hall colder after warmth. She dusted the library next, mind replaying every thrust, whispered love. Alexander found her there at eleven, leaning against the ladder.
"Server room smells like release," he murmured, amused. "Naughty code."
Elena flushed. Alexander stepped close, fingers dipping under the dress, finding the mess Julian left. "Full. Good." Brought fingers to mouth, sucked clean slowly. "Tonight. My office. Bring the drive."
She nodded, throat tight.
The afternoon blurred. She folded laundry smelling of code and cum, polished mirrors reflecting swollen lips. Victoria watched from doorways, eyes dark with questions. Lunch silent, tension thick honey. Julian's foot found hers under the table, Victoria's hand on the thigh opposite. Alexander's grip on the fork was white-knuckled.
Evening. Family scattered. Elena showered long, fingers lazy between legs, coming to memories of Julian's cock deep, shy confession. Midnight message from Alexander: Office. Now.
She slipped into a silk nightie borrowed from the laundry, nothing beneath. Padded barefoot to his study. Door unlocked. Inside, the desk was cleared, save for one item: a large monitor, footage playing. Rooftop storm fuck, her screams muted.
Alexander waited in a chair, trousers open, cock in hand. "Watch with me."
She crossed, straddled his lap. Sank slowly onto his cock, walls stretching perfectly. He groaned, hands on his hips. They watched the screen: lightning on skin, rain washing cum, bodies sliding.
He thrust up slowly, matching the on-screen rhythm. She rode gently, clit grinding his base. Victoria slipped in quietly, nude, and climbed onto the desk. Spread thighs wide, fingers in pussy.
"Join the view."
Elena leaned forward, tongue lashing Victoria's clit. Alexander fucked harder from below, hands spreading her ass. Julian entered hesitantly, drawn by sounds. Alexander crooked his finger. "Son. Watch and learn."
Julian approached, pants down, stroking. Victoria pulled him by cock, guided him into her mouth. Sucked expert.
Elena came first, walls clamping Alexander, squirting over his lap. He flooded deep, roaring. Victoria next, squirting over Elena's chin. Julian last, in Victoria's mouth, hips jerking.
They sagged together, screen looping eternal. Alexander kissed her neck. "Save this file. Label it family."
Night stretched, another layer of code. The penthouse brought them closer, data and desire intertwined.
Byte-sized blushes evolved to a full system blush, screens witness eternal.