Two days after the first man had me, the second man phoned using my magic words. 

“Are you alone?”

“Yes”

“I will be there in five minutes.”

I had no chance to get ready. All I could do was shower quickly. I had not finished drying myself when the doorbell went. I wrapped the towel around me and answered it. 

He was dressed in an open neck suit with his orange mask on. He was slim with wide shoulders. 

“You are beautiful.” He said. 

“Thank you, I was just getting ready.”

“So I see.”

“I want all of you. Have you washed inside and out?” He asked, cupping my face in his hand.

“No sorry,”

“No need to be sorry, go and do it now, take your time.”

He headed for the bedroom as I went to the shower.

By the time I got to the bedroom he was in bed, in the dark.  He had his back to the door.

“Close the door.” He commanded softly. 

I closed the door and took the one pace to the bed. As I  got in he turned towards me.

He ran his hand over my hip and up my side. I ran my hand up his arm and over his face, he had removed his mask.

He kissed me gently and I kissed back.

His hand went back down and around my buttock. “You feel good.”

“You feel fit.”

“I look after myself.”

“...and now you are going to look after me.”

“I hope so.”

He reached for the lube on the side of the bed. I pushed the sheet down. 

“How do you take your cock?”

“Deep.”

“Naturally.” 

I sat on him and lowered myself on to his lubricated manhood. I was tight.

“You like your arse filled.”

“You said you wanted all of me.”

“I did say that.”

I swung my hips back and forth. 

“You feel good.” I told him.

“So do you.”

I surprised myself, I  came, then I can again. I was beginning to like anal sex when he came and I lifted myself off.

“Clean me up.” He said softly.

I went down on him in the darkness, hoping that I had done a good job of cleaning myself. His semi was soon hard and he pulled me back up to kiss me.

Then he gently pushed me on my back and slipped into me. He went deep as his hand searched my body. His tongue touched a spot just below my ear and I came again. 

“I will remember that.” He said.

“Remember what.” I cooed.

He licked the spot again, but I just felt a pleasure, not a cum. His hand continued its search and his manhood stayed deep. I could feel damp between us and I came once more, then I felt him jet into me, accompanied by a soft grunt.

He was still in me when he told me. “I'm staying the night.”

Then he kissed that spot and I came again. Then went down on me, licking the full length of my valley, I  lost count of how many times I came. Then he came up and kissed me, as he did he passed me cum.

We slipped into sleep with my head on his shoulder.

In the middle of the night I felt a hand moving over me.

“Simon” I said.

He never answered. I felt a hand at my pussy. I woke a little more and remembered it was not Simon.

The wet hand moved up my side and I  felt his weight as I felt his manhood enter me. It was dreamy and gentle,  I  was not sure if I was awake. I was not sure if I came, if I did it was so far off, in the sleepy distance. I was not even sure I felt him cum.

He moved off and held me. I turned and pushed my back into his warm body and I went back to sleep in his arms.

In the morning he was gone. The only evidence was an extra bottle of lube by the bed and cum stained sheets.