The blazer

Harvey asked for an evening, not a lunch hour. He wanted the blazer off and the orders slower. Justin locked the door behind him at seven. The model was still on the table. The office lamps were low. I sat on the sofa and put the blazer beside me so there would be no confusion about who had taken it off. I had.

I pointed Harvey to the cushion on my right. I pointed Justin to the rug. I told Justin to remove my heels and to kiss the arch of each foot, then to stop. He did, mouth soft, hands careful. I told Harvey he could touch my knee and say what he wanted. He said he wanted to watch me use Justin, and he wanted to be the one I looked at when I came. I said good. That is what you asked for in the spring, and it is still yes. You will watch him fuck my cunt.

I had Justin lift the skirt and leave the stockings. I opened my knees and told him to use his fingers on my cunt only, one, then two, and to ask before his mouth. He asked. I said yes, eat my cunt. The silk bunched in my fist. Harvey stroked my knee and told me I was stunning, and the word landed because he does not waste them. I rode Justin's mouth until I was close, then I told him to stop. He stopped at once. The control is the point, and so is the care. I told him to sit on the sofa and to keep his hands off his cock.

I straddled him, stockings whispering, and sank my cunt onto his cock while Harvey watched from a foot away. I set the pace. Slow, then harder, then slow again. I fucked him there. I took Harvey's hand and put it on my clit and told him the circles I wanted. He followed. I talked them through the fuck, short sentences, no cruelty, just the map. I came with my forehead on Justin's and my eyes open toward Harvey. Justin waited for my yes before he let go, and he came in my cunt because I had asked for that, deep and shaking. I stayed on him a moment, then turned and took Harvey's cock in my mouth until he came, my name in his throat.