I wake, to find myself still in the vast bed, sunshine streaming through the window, cascading over creamy satin sheets.My Master is sitting on the end of the bed, the sunlight backlighting his hair as he sips from a steaming cup. ´Coffee?´ he asks, smiling.The coffee smells wonderful. "I´d love some."He pours me a cup from a white porcelain jug. "How are you this morning?" He sounds genuinely concerned."I´m fine, I think.""Try walking around a bit. See if you still feel fine. Your insides took a pounding last night; a pounding they´re not used to."Mmm. He has a point. As I sit up, brushing untidy hair out of my eyes, there is a stiffness around my pelvis. My Master was very gentle with me the previous evening, but it was my first time, and my virgin muscles have been exercised in unfamiliar ways.He sees me wince as I move. "A warm bath again, perhaps? To relax you a little.""Er, yes. I think so.""Take your time. The hotel does an excellent breakfast, and the
He is a businessman, working abroad quite a lot and travelling between t´he States´ and Europe. Married previously, but now divorced and, after the failure of his marriage, no longer wishing to be ´tied´. However, he does enjoy a life of sexual adventure - which is, of course, where I come in."Have there been others? Before me I mean? Have you done this before?"He scratches his nose. "I suppose that´s a natural question. No, I haven´t done this before: literally buying a woman." He leans forward, taking my hand. "You are unique in that way Charlotte, and in other ways too I think.""I´m not sure what you mean?""Very few women, especially a young woman like you, would have had the sheer nerve to do what you have done. I admire you for it...and now, he stretches and yawns. "We have an appointment with Michael. Shall we go?"An hour or so later, back at the hotel, Michael is waiting for us in the lobby. Standing as he sees us arrive, he smiles. "Hello, James. Good evening Cha
I am acutely conscious that I am naked, more than naked, exposed, whilst these two men are still fully dressed. True, both have erections obvious through their clothing but...As Michael drops down between my thighs, my Master´s voice whispers again. "Watch him. Watch his tongue curl around your clit. Look in the mirrors."In the pale golden light of the candled mirrors, Michael laps at me. As the tongue slides over me, electricity firing up through me, the voice continues. "He´s tasting you. Your sweet pussy. Just as I did last night. As I´m going to again in a little while when he has made you ready for me. Are you wet Charlotte?""Mmm, yes," I choke out. ´Wet´ is the wrong word. ´Flooding´ would be more correct. Michael´s working of my bud and lips is driving me gently crazy, my engorging sex pulsing under every stroke and movement of his tongue."Can you support yourself on your feet? Lift your hips upwards?" asks my Master, still close to my ear. "I´ll help support you." M
"Now you know that´s not true, Charlotte. We both saw how you just reacted. You might be a late starter, but you´re as turned-on as we are by this. You´re not a virgin now. You can release your inner whore, and enjoy being fucked by two guys at once."And with that, he twists his hands into my hair, moving my head, my mouth, inexorably to his shuddering cock. "Lick me clean." And he moves my face against him, sliding my mouth over his erection.I lick the glistening shaft, for the first time tasting myself on another. The tanginess of my own juices surprises me, as I draw long, lingering strokes with my tongue from base to trembling tip. The sharp, almost lemony, flavour, contrasts with a bitter-sweet taste as I suck at the dewdrop which continually forms and reforms at the peak, sliding my tongue into the small slit then whirling the tip around the firmly bulbous head. My Master sighs and relaxes his grip on me a little. "That´s it, girl. Keep going." His breathing is becoming uns
I am bending forward, naked, over the footboard of a bed in a small be-mirrored room. My arms are stretched out, wrists cuffed to the bedposts. My legs are spread apart, ankles cuffed to the bed legs. Face down as I am, my hair falls over my face, obscuring my already limited view.In front of me, my Master kneels naked on the bed, his twitching erection close to my face. Behind me is his friend, Michael, again kneeling. His warm breath against my exposed pussy is already bringing a rising heat to my face, among other things."Are you alright Charlotte?" asks my Master, his fingers curling through my long locks, copper-streaked gold in the flickering candlelight.Gasping, I struggle to get the words out. "Yes Master, I´m fine, just...aaahhhh..." Michael is stroking my pussy lips with one finger - I think. I don´t have a terribly good view of exactly what he is doing, but if his aim is to arouse me, he is succeeding.Three days ago, I was a virgin. Since then I have auctioned an
In the mirror I see Michael, sipping wine, watching silently through hooded eyes. His pupils are wide and dark, black against the halo of his golden hair. His gaze locks with mine as the flogger comes down again, lashing across a creamy buttock. The skin feels hot under the kiss of the leather, flushing red in a wide stripe. My pussy is flooding with a scalding fluid, trickling down over my pulsing clit, a mixture of my own juices and Michael´s cum.The flogger lashes the other buttock, stinging hard, and I cry out at the pain, but I want this pain, this sexual pain-pleasure surging through my core.I want to be fucked. I want my Master inside me. My hips begin to gyrate, and the lash comes down again, licking down within my thighs, close by my flooding sex. My inner walls are pulsing, thrilling to the lick of the flail on my skin."Please, Master...""Do you want me to stop Charlotte? Remember your safety word.""No Master. I don´t want you to stop. I want..." I am gasping n
The following evening, having slept most of the day, I am bathed, made up, dressed to the nines, and feel like a million dollars.My Master has been very specific about what I should wear: a black satin wrap-around skirt, held in place only with two buttons; a matching halter top, which ties at the neck and, cut low, unbuttons at the front; stockings; shoes with a heel, but not too high, chic but comfortable. My red silk panties tie at the sides. A heavy Cleopatra-style necklace. Hair up, eyes lined dark, lips deeply scarlet, expensive perfume. Looking at myself in the mirror, I feel completely fuckable.Michael is carrying a briefcase and I wonder what is in it.We take a taxi to a part of the city I do not know. Basically medieval, modernity has over-run it, and in the darkness of the evening, neon glares brilliantly at me, garish ad boards dazzle, and the noise of traffic is deafening. Pulling into the rear car park of an unfamiliar building, the noise abates and I wonder wher
The mouth, kissing hard, pushes at me, tongue pushing inwards. I meet it. Opening to welcome this stranger. Blindfolded I might be, but he smells clean, wholesome, fuckable."Touch me," I say. "I get it. You can´t speak. But I can. Touch me. Suck my tits. I want to be fucked."There is a sharp intake of breath, and I feel, lower down, the growing hardness of an erection pressing against me. The fingers are unbuttoning my top, releasing my breasts. In my mind, I imagine myself, in my little black wrap-around skirt - so easy to remove – bare-breasted, with the red silk blindfold, straddle-legged in the cuffs and arms stretched upwards, bound at the wrists.My pussy is flowing. I must look red hot to them. Who is going to fuck me? How many are going to fuck me?The halter-neck top falls free, and I am naked from the waist upwards. Lips fasten onto a breast, softly sucking, rolling a nipple between teeth and lips. A hand kneads at the other breast. Pleasure pulses through my veins
MICHAELBeth feels wonderful and is reacting beautifully. My arms around her, a warm tit weighing heavily into my left hand, the right working her below as she watches and listens to Charlotte, Richard and James together; every nuance and detail of her reactions tremble through to me.And the song Charlotte is singing has its effect on both of us. The sound of her orgasm washes through Beth, every muscle answering the sound of my red-haired beauty in climax.She´s on the build herself; panting and flushed, sweating freely, and her pussy spilling hot juices over my hand as I stroke her lips and clit. My chest pressed against her, the ripple and vibe of her mounting climax echoes through to me and she smells wonderful..."You´re beautiful, Beth," I whisper to her.She´s is soft and sweet and gentle; a sub in every sense. Not that I don´t appreciate Charlotte; she´s the most exciting woman I´ve ever known. But there´s something about Beth; my Charlotte as she might have been had
BETHMichael is close to coming, his thigh muscles juddering and a steady flow of bitter-sweet pre-cum trickling over my tongue and face...... Should I stop?... No, he´ll say if he wants me to...Abruptly, he pulls free from me, smiling down with those amazing blue eyes. "The Lady´s turn, I think," he says, "before I blow my top entirely too early..."Reaching down, he scoops me up in his arms, lifting with no apparent effort. "Onto the bed with you, Madam," he says, dumping me without ceremony onto the huge four-poster bed that dominates one end of James´ ´playroom´. My breath snatching, I watch as he strips off his clothes with easy economical movements."I´d like to lie you down and massage you," he says, "but I also want you to watch your husband fucking my wife over there, so I think we´ll do it a little differently... Up..." And he pulls me onto my knees, again with no obvious effort...... Ye gods, but he´s strong...... re-adjusting me to his liking. "That´s i
MICHAELEven from here I can see that Richard is much more confident with Charlotte this time. Not that he isn´t a Dom through and through, but the first time we did this together, for Beth´s birthday, it was a surprise for her and he was wary of upsetting her by being with Charlotte.It´s clear that this time, he has no such reservations. He and Beth must have talked it through...Charlotte´s going to have some stripes on her ass, that´s for sure...She´ll love it...And I have Beth, the lovely, gentle, submissive Beth. Outwardly, so like my own Charlotte, but her personality so different. Charlotte is a sub when it suits her to be. And when all is said and done, she is only truly a sub for James...He looks at her, and she´s on her knees...But Beth is the full-blown item, the real McCoy. A submissive through to the marrow, in the bedroom and in life...But this time you don´t look nervous either...The first time her husband ´gave´ her to me, I took the time to
MICHAELThe coffee done, liqueurs drunk and the last corners filled with tiny hand-made truffles, we sit. And gradually, the chatter fades.... We all know where this is going...I see something pass between James and Richard...... They really did plan this between themselves...... and Richard stands, acknowledges me, the question in his eye and I nod assent...... She is my wife after all...He turns to Charlotte, offering her his hand. She takes it, rising, and his gaze returns to mine, eye-pointing me to Beth.Standing, I offer my hand to the jade-eyed lovely seated next to me. "Beth?"Her cheeks showing the smallest of blushes, she accepts my hand and rises.Together, the five of us descend the steps to the basement and James´ ´playroom´; a dungeon by any other name.... How did he manage to arrange all this, and I didn´t notice?BETHIn the basement, James´ demesne, is all the equipment and paraphernalia of a Master, in just the setting one would expect
MICHAELBeth is blushing... and when I look at her, she drops her gaze.Ah...This isn´t about just Christmas dinner, then...Then I chuckle."What´s funny?" asks Richard. But there´s a twinkle in his eye that says he knows exactly what is funny."If you knew how many times this morning James has stopped me cornering Charlotte and um... wishing her a Merry Christmas."Eyes crinkling, he starts to reply, but..."Are you going to keep them on the doorstep all day?" asks James from over my shoulder."Oh, I´m sorry," I apologise. "You caught me by surprise. I´m not thinking straight..." I cast a glance back at James. "Someone kept me in the dark about this." He looks entirely unrepentant, simply giving me a ´Who? Me?´ kinda look...Charlotte´s voice echoes down the hall. "Who is it?""Come and look," I shout.She appears down the hall in an apron and a wooden spoon in one hand. She sees Beth and Richard, shrieks with surprise and comes running down the hall, arms st
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
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
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
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