The island

Not a job. My kitchen, my lock, a single pot on the stove with nothing romantic in it. I leaned on the island in the white chef coat, hair clipped, and checked the app messages one more time. Remy is twenty-nine. Malik is thirty-five. They had both said yes to the same night, to me, to each other being there, and to leaving when I said leave. I do not fuck people off an invoice. There was no invoice. I told them on the stair the same thing I tell a station when I want it heard. Oral. Then both cocks, ass and cunt. Then one of you cums on my face and the other cums in my cunt. I pick which. They agreed before I opened the door all the way.

I cleared the island with one arm because I like a clean surface even when I am about to be filthy. Coat off. I told Remy to sit on the edge and I sucked his cock while Malik kissed my shoulder and palmed my cunt. Then I switched and sucked Malik's cock, sloppy on purpose, and told Remy to lick me. His mouth was good. I came once standing, one hand on the island, Malik's cock against my cheek, and I laughed and said floor, now, I want the stretch. Lube from the drawer, because this is my house and I keep what I use. I got on my back on the rug. Malik fucked his cock into my cunt. Remy, slick, pushed into my ass when I nodded. The fullness made my voice go filthy and specific. Left. Slower. There. They fucked me like men who were glad not to be in charge.

I had them pull out before anyone finished. I wanted the ending I had named. Malik, I said, cum in my cunt. Remy, I want your cock on my face. Malik pushed back into my cunt and fucked me until he came inside, deep, groaning into my shoulder. I felt it and clenched so I would keep it a minute. Remy stroked his cock over my mouth. I opened up and told him now, and he came across my cheek and my tongue, a hot stripe I had asked for. I rubbed my clit with a messy hand and came again, cunt leaking Malik's cum onto the rug, face painted, exactly the pile I like being the only woman in.

I sent them to the sink for their hands and then to the door. I locked it behind them. I did not offer the bed. I stood at the island, naked, pot still on the stove, and I ate cold noodles with a fork while cum cooled on my thigh and I felt it leave. Then I wiped the island, showered, and slept alone in a clean kitchen. That is the whole of what I wanted from the night.