The morning after

Morning in the motel, and I was nobody's. The cum from Mac and Toby and Harris was already gone. I had showered. I had slept alone. I sat on the bed in the navy sweater and jeans, braid over one shoulder, sun on the cheap quilt, and I called a different man because the night had made me greedier, not loyal. Doug is thirty-eight. He is not crew. He is not those three. He said he could be there in twenty minutes, and I told him to bring nothing but his cock.

He knocked. I let him in and did not offer coffee. I told him the truth while I was still dressed, because I like the look on a man's face when I am blunt and sunny at the same time. Three men last night. All of them came in my cunt. I watched it. I left. I want you to fuck me this morning and I am not going to be your girlfriend at the airport. Doug said he had not asked to be. Good. That was the whole negotiation.

I took the jeans off and kept the sweater. He got his cock out and I stroked it once, hard and hot, and then I pulled him down on the bed. His cock slid into my cunt easy. I was wet from telling the story. I told him how Toby had fucked me in the mess Mac left, how Harris had filled me last, how I had sat and looked. Doug fucked me harder for the telling. I wanted that. I got a hand between us and rubbed my clit and came so hard I laughed into his shoulder, cunt gripping his cock, the orgasm mean and bright and mine.

I pushed his chest. Not inside. I wanted his cum where a shower would see it and the bus would not. He pulled out and stroked his cock over my tits, sweater pushed up, and came in thick streaks on my skin. I dragged a finger through it and sucked the finger clean because I felt like it. I told him the three from last night did not own the morning and neither did he. He grinned like a man who had gotten exactly the fuck he was offered and nothing extra. Then I sent him out. The room was mine again, cheap and bright, and I liked it better empty. I showered. I put the jeans back on, shouldered the duffel, and caught the bus to the airport with wet hair and a cunt that had been fucked by four men in two days and belonged to none of them. The next boat will not hear a word of it.