I try to take the cock in front of me in my hands, but Michael seizes my wrists, raising my arms over my head, pressing them down on the bed. "Don´t move from that position," he instructs. He sounds stern, but his eyes are twinkling."Tighten your lips."I wrap my lips around my teeth, and Michael pushes himself between, using my mouth to pleasure himself. The ridge of his cock-head squeezes past my lips and back again, in and out again, and all the time, he is flowing more heavily, a steady trickle of briny pre-cum, which gradually settles to my throat.He withdraws for a moment. "Swallow," he says, watching my face. I gulp, and he pushes back inside.My pussy is electrifying under my Master´s attentions, sending stabs of pleasure spiking through me. Two fingers inside, scraping my sweet spot, he works my bud with his tongue, winding circles with the tip. The fleshy hood held back with a thumb, my naked clit quivers and pulses as he licks and flicks and sucks.My breathing i
As we leave the building, my Master walking ahead of us, I decide that Michael is right. There is something about my Master´s stance, his body language. Michael leans towards me, his voice still low.´It´s not about sex, Charlotte, about other men. He´s your Master. And you reacted to Haswell; the way you should only react to him.""Are you mad at me too?"I´m not thrilled with you, no. And I´m going to make a prediction as well.""Mmm? What?""You´re going to have another set of stripes on your ass this evening."It doesn´t get to the evening. Back at the beach, as we get out of the car, my Master, who has been unusually silent all the way back, grabs me by the wrist. "You, Madam. Upstairs. Now." His tone is severe, his face unsmiling.In the bedroom, he rummages through the drawer where Michael packed his collection of ´toys´, producing rope. I have seen it before. On that occasion, Michael used it to tie me, then fuck me over the horizon. We had a memorable time that d
Another beach towel ruffles up next to me, settling on the sand. Michael sits beside me."I came to apologise too. Neither of us behaved well today. And my behaviour was worse. I knew that how James reacted wasn´t right, but I let him do it anyway because I was jealous too."My Master continues, "Next time you meet Haswell, just do what any sane woman would do: be polite and remember that he´s a married man.""Who, incidentally," says Michael, "has a reputation for adoring his wife; worships the ground she walks on apparently..."I nod, unspeaking."It´s late," says my Master. "Come back to bed?""In a while." I stare out to sea, not looking at either of them. After a few minutes´ awkward silence, they both return to the house.What am I doing here?What kind of woman sets up with two men? Tries to make a threesome work?Perhaps I should go... I could make an early start on next year´s college work...Quietly, I go back to the house, pack my laptop and a few other e
Shift over, I return to the flat, collapsing onto my bed. I should read a textbook I´m working on, but I want to sleep.Still fully clothed, I drop onto the blankets, and pull the duvet over myself, trying to ignore the smell of mushrooms that clothes everything in here. Barely have I closed my eyes, when there is a knock at the door.For a moment, I simply stare at the ceiling. I know who is on the other side of the door. Perhaps if I ignore it, stay quiet, they will go away.Michael´s voice: "Charlotte, Jenny, whatever you´re calling yourself; open up. We know you´re in there."I get up and open the door. "You followed me? What are you now? My stalkers?"Michael looks angry, James upset. Both push past me into the miserable room."You´re living here?" demands James. "In an area like this?""And working in that dump of a café," says Michael. "Why?" "A girl´s gotta eat and pay rent, and to do that, she has to work." I snap."In this miserable place?" demands James. "
I settle in. After a few days, I feel well enough to read and do a little work. The room is so pleasant. Lying in bed, looking out of the window, at the sky and the jade green sea, with no sound but the surf and the gulls... I had forgotten how beautiful this place is.Textbooks piled on the bed, laptop to one side, I work my way through preparations for the next year.There is a knock at the door."Come in."James enters with a tray. "Coffee?""I´d love some. Thank you.""May I sit with you for a while?""I´d like that.""Where´s Michael?""Not sure. He´ll not be far away. He never goes out of earshot of you.""Are you and he alright?"He speaks slowly, choosing his words. "Recent events have... strained... our friendship. I´m hoping that he will be less angry with me as time goes on." He sits on the edge of the bed, sipping from a mug, idly scanning my heap of books. Then he looks more closely, picking up one after another, going through the titles."These
"I´d like to get up today."I am still a bit wobbly, but sitting outside, just watching the sea, feels good. Michael sits with me, saying nothing, holding my hand. I see him glance down, fingering the empty spot where, previously, I wore the two rings.He looks away again, staring out to sea.-----Inside the house, I find the rings, just where I left them on the mantle some weeks ago. I can´t yet bring myself to wear them, but don´t want to ignore them. So, I compromise.Fishing out a small locket from my belongings, I slide it off its chain, slipping on the matching rings instead, gleaming bright, in red and white and gold. Hanging the chain around my neck, I tuck it under my clothes.-----As I stand, staring out of the window, over the endless sea, my Master stands behind me, head resting on mine, one arm around my waist."Master, do you realise what today is?""Mmm... No. What is today?""It´s exactly a year ago, that you bought me.""Is it? Yes, so it is." H
I need an excuse to visit the City, but without the company of my two Lovers. How to detach myself from them without arousing their suspicions? Indeed, how to get there? The only car here is my Master´s. I don´t quite want to ask if I can borrow it without him. He is bound to ask why.My excuse is provided for me."I have to go into the City tomorrow." announces my Master. "But I´ll be there and back in a day. Either of you want to come? Change of air?""Not me," says Michael, "I´m quite happy here. Everything´s running fine back at the Centre, and I´d rather listen to waves and gulls, than traffic.""I´ll come, Master. I want to do some shopping: a couple of new tee-shirts and stuff. And I´ll pick up some groceries too."He swallows it whole."Fine. Perfect. We´ll set off early."I drive, dropping my Master off at the Haswell Building for his meeting. "What time should I pick you up?""I´ll send you a message when I think we´re going to wrap up. Just check your phone e
He is bulging. Edging forward between his legs, I unbelt and unzip him, struggling a little to release his already hard cock from his clothes. Michael releases his grip on my hair, and behind me, I hear the sounds of undressing.As I drop to wipe my tongue across the droplet seeping from my Master´s cock-head, fingers probe behind me, dipping into my pussy, testing me.Michael´s voice, "She´s dripping. Our Charlotte´s back again."Then his hand pushes the back of my head, pressing me down over my Master´s pulsing shaft. "Go on. We both expect to see more than that in there. Get your mouth around him properly." I gape, as pushed inexorably downwards, the thick shaft penetrating my mouth, I take as much as I can."Thank you, Michael. I believe I can handle matters at this end. You make sure that that end is kept busy."Michael rams into me from behind, making me ´Mmmfff!!!´ through my mouthful of cock. He pumps hard, my pussy streaming as he pistons into me. A hand snakes aroun
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