Morning

Greg asked for a slower morning. Apron off. Stool out. Coffee while it was still hot. The shop light was gold on the bench. I was in the pink shirt and a skirt and nothing that would keep a cock out of my cunt. I told them that, and Greg grinned like the man who had started all of this on purpose.

I sat on the stool and pulled Greg in front of me first. I wanted him to feel chosen before anyone else touched me. I kissed him and told him I was glad he had asked and glad he had not taken it back. He said he wanted Luis to fuck me on that stool, and he wanted to stand at my shoulder and say true things. Luis waited until I held out my hand. I put his palm on my thigh and said now.

The shirt stayed on. The skirt went up. Luis rubbed my cunt with two fingers and told me I was already wet, told me that was gorgeous, told me he liked the flour still ghosted on my wrist. Greg said my mouth was his favorite thing in the room besides the sounds I make. I took the praise in. I do not dodge it anymore. I opened Luis's jeans and stroked his cock, then looked at Greg and said I was going to sit my cunt on Luis's cock. Greg said please. I stood, turned, and sank down while Luis sat on the stool I had warmed. His cock in my cunt made me swear. Greg kissed my open mouth and called me wonderful.

We fucked like that, my feet off the floor, Luis's hands spread on my stomach, Greg's fingers on my clit exactly where I put them. Morning light sat on the bench. I told them I was close and they both talked me through it, good, so good, we have you, Greg loves you, Luis has you. I came shaking, forehead to Greg's, laughing once from the force of it. Luis followed, cum in my cunt, because I asked him not to pull away yet. Then I slid off, knelt, and took Greg's cock in my mouth until he came, sweet and desperate, petting my braid. Luis handed me the coffee after. It was still warm. Greg said this was his favorite hour. I believed him.