The loft

Another party, another list, none of them from the last one and none of them from work. I sat on the paint-stained floor before they arrived, auburn hair down, black turtleneck, black trousers, the plain mask set beside my knee like a tool. The flats along the wall were still half built. I like a room that shows its seams. Casper is forty. Rafi is twenty-eight. Kenji is thirty-six. I had told them in the invitation what the night was. Masks on. I am the only one getting fucked. All three of them cum where I point, on my tits and on my cunt, and then they go home. They wrote back yes like adults. That is the whole romance.

When they came in I stood, put the mask on, and did not offer drinks. We said the rules out loud again because I am exact even when I am about to be a mess. Casper kissed my wrist. Rafi asked if he could see my cunt before he touched it. Kenji waited. I said yes to the looking, then yes to the hands, and I took the turtleneck off myself. On the mattress I spread my knees and told Rafi to lick me first. His mouth was eager and good. I told Casper to feed me his cock. I sucked Casper's cock while Rafi worked my cunt, and Kenji palmed my tits because I had put his hands there. The mask made every sound feel loud inside the cloth. I did not take it off.

I wanted to be fucked before the finish. I told Kenji to get his cock in my cunt, and he did, a steady fuck that made Rafi's mouth miss and then find me again at my clit. Casper fucked my mouth in short strokes I controlled with my fist. I came with Kenji's cock buried in my cunt, thighs shaking, mask sticking to my face. Then I changed the order. Casper fucked my cunt while I sucked Rafi's cock. Kenji stroked himself and watched, which I had allowed. I was soaked and greedy and very clear. When I was close again I pushed them all back. Kneel, I said. Cocks out. You cum on my tits and you cum on my cunt. Not inside me. I want to see it. That is the point of keeping the mask on, so I can watch the mess and not the faces.

Casper came first, across my tits, groaning. Rafi aimed lower and came on my cunt, hot and messy, just where I had pointed. Kenji stroked his cock until he spilled over my tits and the top of my cunt, and I rubbed two fingers through it because I wanted the slick on my clit. I came like that, masked, painted, my own hand, their eyes on me because I had told them to look. Then I stood up. Shower is mine. You can go. They went without bargaining. I locked the door, dropped the mask on the floor, and showered alone until the paint and the cum were both gone. I like the after. I like the quiet. I slept behind the curtain and did not text anyone goodnight.