BETHI´m jittery, really edgy, but so horny. Given this (once in a lifetime?) opportunity, I don´t want to blow it. Glowing inside, my pussy is flooding, my panties becoming uncomfortable.How well can he read me? Does he know?Of course, he does...Will he take them off me...?How can it be so difficult for me to unbutton a shirt? I´m all fingers and thumbs, completely ham-fisted about it. But he´s patient, helping me to calm down, to chill out a little.I´ve not been with another man since the day I met Richard. And so far as I can see, Michael is utterly faithful to Charlotte. But before then... How many women has he had?A lot... Look at him...He could take his pick...His eyes are intensely, brilliantly blue, framed by dark lashes which contrast with the bright gold of his hair.The face of an angel...But despite his astonishing good looks, he never seems to suffer from vanity or narcissism.You´re a lucky woman, Charlotte...And you´re letting me do th
BETHMichael drops to my pussy, licking and sucking deeply into my entrance, making a dancing magic of his mouth and lips, as he fathoms me with his tongue. My wailing becomes howling...Oh God..."Michael... Please..."He stands, his body language changing. He knows I´m ready. All trace of seduction has vanished. His teeth flashing white against his tan, he has the face and eyes of an angel, but now I see the devil inside...Inside, I chuckle to myself. I always thought that angel had a dirty halo...And right now, it´s hitting the ground with a clang...Business-like, he strips off his jeans, shucking them to one side, all the time holding my eyes with his.He´s ready too...His erection quivers upright by his stomach, glistening at the tip. He is... not exactly smiling... but his eyes are intense with a clean lust that makes me want to lay myself open to him and fuck him to a standstill.Positioning himself above me, taking his weight on his arms, his cock nuzzl
CHARLOTTERichard smiles, tracing the outline of my lips with one finger. "Good. That´s very good, Charlotte... For now, over the bench and spread your ankles..."I obey, lying over the horse, my face pressed sideways against the padded surface. Richard is behind me, his feet pushing mine further apart. My Master slaps my rump. It´s not a hard blow, just letting me know he is there, I think. But then, I heave a deep breath as Richard´s hand blisters across my rear, gasping at the sting.Looking up from my, now awkward angle, I see Michael pulling Beth upright into a kneeling position to face us, angling her to watch..."Charlotte, what are your safe words?" asks Richard"Yellow, Sir. And Red."He rubs at the spot where he just caught me, then his hand flames across my ass again."Very good. And you like being fucked by more than one man at once? Understand that I am only asking you this because I do realise that you are, in reality, no more a sub than I am.""Yes, Sir.
BETH...I wake. Being in a basement, it´s hard to tell what time it is, but my internal clock tells me it´s the wee small hours.What woke me?There it is... the sound of laughter... it´s a low, joyful sound, Charlotte´s voice I think. In fact...The sound comes from the door to one side of the bed Richard and I are sharing, the big four-poster. Someone has pulled covers over us, and we lie entwined; naked and comfortable.As I stir, Richard moves with me, making a quiet, contented noise."Sorry," I whisper, "didn´t mean to wake you.He kisses me on the forehead, wrapping his arms more tightly around me. He´s feeling horny again, the evidence pressing against my thigh."Listen.""Mmm?" But he pauses, listening into the glimmering candlelight.The laughter ripples through the half-glow, and it is clearly the sound of love-making, coming from the room next to us.Richard chuckles. "They lead busy lives, don´t they?""Do you think we´re invited?"He looks down a
BETHAt Michael´s words, I let out breath that, all unknowing, I´d been holding. He moves to stand behind me, one arm curved around my waist, whispering to me, "Beth... Yes?"I almost sigh the word. "Yes.""Would you like to watch them fuck Charlotte? Or would you prefer to go next door?"Blushing. "I´d like to watch.""Thought you might. Want to join in with them?"My mouth is suddenly dry. "Um, no. I don´t think I´m ready for that." Suddenly anxious, "Is that alright?"He kisses the tender nape of my neck. "Of course, it is. This is about enjoying yourself. Not about going anywhere you´re unwilling or unready for..."The heat of his mouth settles at the top of my spine as he nibbles and mouths at the soft skin there. I smile to myself as, steering me by the arm around my waist, he angles me to watch Charlotte as her two ´Masters of the Evening´ splay and spread her. Michael may not share their taste for outright domination, but he still enjoys being in charge of a wom
JAMES"Good evening, Charlotte. Are you alright there?" asks Richard, billionaire CEO of the Haswell Corporation.She´s standing in the lobby, sipping from a mug. "I´m fine thanks," she smiles. "I´m just waiting for Michael to pick me up. He said he was running a bit late, but Kirstie´s made me a coffee while I wait." She head-points the Concierge at her desk, who smiles politely and then returns to where she is working on her laptop."Ah well, we´ll wait with you then for a minute or so. Ross is just bringing the car around.""Richard and I have a meeting with the shareholders," I say. "I should be home around six, but I´ll let you or Michael know if I´m going to be any later."She nods, then we stand in a slightly awkward silence, listening to Christmas Carols drift across the lobby. After a minute, Richard, with an air of making conversation says, "So, Charlotte, are you looking forward to Christmas?""Oh, yes. I am..." Her smile is bright. She´s all little girl enthusia
CHARLOTTEI wake, my sleepy face pressed into my Master´s chest, his arms around me, and snuggle closer, burying myself in his wonderful scent, musky and masculine.The light is dim; that grey pre-dawn light that comes before the sun rises. And at this time of year, in the deep of Winter, it will be some while before daylight truly arrives.Nuzzling at him, I work myself deeper into my Master´s embrace, feeling him kiss the top of my head. I love this drowsy time of the morning; when we are all three together, undisturbed, and with the day lying out there, freshly minted and waiting to be discovered.Michael, from his breathing, sounds as though he asleep, but sleeping or not, he´s feeling horny; the evidence is pressing into my back.Vaguely, I puzzle to myself. I went to sleep in Michael´s embrace. Somehow, I´ve changed over in the night.I roll over between the sheets, careful to keep my Master´s arms around me, and as I settle on my other side, he spoons up behind me, h
JAMESAs soon as I´m alone, I go to my office, booting up my laptop to check the weather forecast and the state of the roads. The forecast is good; biting temperatures, but clear sunshine. And just as I turn the machine off again, there is a rumble from outside. I flick the curtains back to see a snow plough grinding its way up our mountain road.... Perfect...... Now for the turkey...In the kitchen I organise myself, laying everything out to hand:Onions, chestnuts, salt, pepper, parsley, celery, bread crumbs... The front door bangs as I hear the two of them come in again, echoing down the hall. She´s making a helluva holler...Pausing from chopping onions, "Something wrong?" I call.Footsteps ring down the hall and Michael sticks his head around the door, eyes dancing. "Nothing that won´t be sorted out by getting her sweater off and removing the snowball that went down her neck and... um... lodged."I run this scenario through my head, then grin. "You mean she´s