The cabin room

Morning, and the museum was still a different life. I sat on the cabin bed in the denim shirt, hair down, a window full of trees, and I was not on a round. Dana had stayed. The men were asleep in the other room, which was their choice and not a claim on me. I told Dana I wanted her mouth and her hands and I wanted to be loud again. She grinned and said the door could stay shut for this part unless I wanted an audience that was still snoring. I said shut, until I say otherwise. She kissed me and unbuttoned the denim.

Her mouth on my cunt was unhurried and filthy. She licked my clit and slid two fingers in and told me I still tasted like the night, which made me flush and open my knees wider. I held her hair the way she had held mine and I fucked her mouth, hips rolling, not shy about the sound. She added a third finger. I told her to curl them and suck. She did. The orgasm built mean and bright. I warned her. She stayed. I squirted, a hot rush out of my cunt across her mouth and wrist, and she laughed and licked her lips and said that was gorgeous, do it again if you can. I did, smaller, shaking, cursing, one hand in the sheet and one in her hair. It was the orgasm, wet and sudden, and I was proud of the mess on her chin.

Russ woke and stood in the doorway because the laugh had carried. He asked if he should go. I looked at Dana. Dana said she was staying. I said I want your cock in my cunt while she watches and pets my hair, and you cum in me if you still want to. He said he wanted to. He came to the bed, cock already hard, and I pulled him in. Dana sat by my head and stroked my hair while Russ fucked me, deep and a little rough in the hips, never anywhere I had not just asked for. I kept my eyes on Dana and told her how his cock felt in my cunt. She kissed my forehead and my mouth and told me to take the fuck. I came again, not a squirt this time, a long clench around his cock, loud enough that Ed might have heard and wisely stayed put. I told Russ to cum. He did, inside, and Dana petted me through it like she was pleased with both of us.

I did not stay for a late lunch or a plan. I showered, dressed, ate an apple standing up, and drove home alone in the afternoon. The cabin got smaller in the mirror. My cunt was sore and satisfied and nobody's. Tonight or some other night I will walk a quiet gallery and not fuck a single person in it. That is the job. This was the opposite of the job, and I wanted it that way.