The mirror

I put the mirror on the floor and leaned it on the wall myself, because if we were going to watch, I wanted the angle to be mine. Sketches stayed stacked to the side, face down, out of the reflection. The striped shirt was all I had on by the time Tom and Alice sat behind me. We had agreed in the afternoon, walking back from the market, that the mirror night was on if I still wanted to be looked at. I still wanted it. I said so to my own face, and they heard it.

Alice sat at my back and opened my knees. In the glass I watched her hand slide down my stomach to my cunt, freckled thigh, her mouth at my ear. She told me to keep my eyes up. Tom sat to the side so I could see his cock in his hand and also see my own face when I looked at it. I like that split. It makes the want undeniable. I watched myself nod.

Alice rubbed my clit in slow circles and praised the wet my cunt left on her fingers. Tom said my mouth had fallen open and it was the most honest drawing I had made all week. I told him to come closer and put his cock in my mouth if he wanted. He asked if I could watch and do that. I said I would try. I did, eyes flicking from his face to my own hollowed cheek, and the visual shoved a shiver through me. Alice slid two fingers into my cunt and told me I was perfect, wet and staying with her. She fucked me on her fingers. I came looking at myself. I did not look away.

After, I got on my hands and knees, still facing the glass. Tom fucked my cunt from behind and Alice lay where I could see her hand on her cunt. I watched my breasts move, watched his hands on my hips, watched her come with her eyes on mine in the mirror. He asked. I said cum on my ass, not in my cunt tonight. He groaned and did as I asked, cum striping skin. I laughed, flushed, and kept my eyes up.

We stayed on the floor. The mirror held three flushed people and a stack of hidden paper. I like praise better when I can see that I believe it.