The two chairs

I wanted eyes this time, and I wanted two. Gideon is thirty-four. Hugo is thirty-six. Neither of them works for me. I had asked them separately, then together, in a cafe that was not the shop, and both had said yes to the same plan. My studio after hours. My pace. A cock in my ass, a mouth on my cunt, and then they switch when I say. Cedar ends it. They said cedar back, one after the other, standing by the two empty chairs I had set out so nobody would have to hover like a spare. I was in the cream blouse, trousers, hoops, the bench cleared. I looked at both of them and said we start dressed and we start with the rule. Then I undressed because I was ready, not because the room was impatient.

I lay back on the rug I keep for this and for nothing else. I told Gideon to slick his cock. I told Hugo to kneel at my cunt and not lick until Gideon was in. Gideon pressed his cock to my ass and waited. I nodded. His cock slid into my ass, a thick stretch, and I groaned and opened my knees wider. Now, I said to Hugo. His mouth landed on my cunt. Tongue on my clit, patient, while Gideon fucked my ass in the rhythm I tapped on his thigh. The two of them at once made me stupid in the way I like. I held Hugo's hair and told Gideon to fuck my ass deeper. My cunt was swollen under Hugo's tongue. I came hard, shaking, ass gripping Gideon's cock, Hugo not letting up until I tugged him off to breathe.

I said switch. Gideon eased his cock out of my ass. Hugo slicked his cock because I pointed at the bottle, and he pushed into my ass while I was still fluttering. Fuller. Different. I moaned and told him yes, that cock, stay. Gideon wiped his mouth and I pulled him up. I said I want your cock in my mouth. I sucked Gideon's cock while Hugo fucked my ass, one hand on my clit because I put it there myself when Hugo's rhythm got too polite. I told Hugo not to be polite. He fucked my ass harder. I came again with Gideon's cock on my tongue and Hugo's cock buried in my ass, a messy, loud, perfect crash.

I wanted them on my chest, not in me. I said so, and I lay back and held my tits. Hugo pulled out and came across my chest, cock in his fist. Gideon followed, stripes over the first, both of them watching my face because I told them to. I looked down at the mess and approved it. We cleaned up with the towels I had stacked by the chairs. Blouse on. I walked them out together and did not offer a second key. Cedar was unused. The two chairs went back to being chairs. I slept in the bright apartment with the window open, smelling like soap, smug down to my feet.