RichardA woman standing to one side of me is panting. A man to the other side of me, wearing no more than a towel has his hand underneath the cloth, moving rhythmically. I'm hot, streaming with sweat.Michael reaches up behind her neck and after a second or so, the halter of the dress falls free, dropping to hang around her waist, leaving Charlotte bare-breasted....Elizabeth had better be standing by the bed when I get back....Then he binds the silk sash around her eyes, its brilliant scarlet matching her lips. He murmurs something to her....Checking she's alright?.... and she nods, whispering some reply.My mouth dry, I watch on. It could be my wife with these two men…You're not Elizabeth........ but while my head knows the difference, my cock doesn't. My shaft is straining........ I'm gonna fucking cream inside my pants if I'm not careful....Her breasts, large and a little pendulous, are emphasised by the narrowness of her waist. Her muscles are smooth
RichardJames is already close. If the performance had the same effect on him as it has had on me, he must be about ready to blow. Her thighs are shiny with a mix of juices and cum. Her lips are leaking a glistening trickle down her chin.James abruptly groans and presses forward, his hands circling her head. He presses in and Charlotte splutters. Equally abruptly he pulls free, spurting over her face instead, splashes escaping to trail glutinously down to her breasts........ I can't watch any more.Before I lose my own control, my mouth dry and my cock hard, I beat a hasty retreat, marching outside to the car....Elizabeth....*****The drive back home is one of the most uncomfortable I've ever had. A combination of confused thought, concern and sheer raging libido make my driving wayward to say the least. And my pulsing erection makes it awkward to move and steer, and impossible to concentrate…Hope she's still awake when I get back....Pulling into the drive, I
RichardTime to put her in harness...."Have you ever taken meeting minutes, Charlotte?"She looks at me directly; an open look in the eye which I like. There's nothing either subservient or overbearing about her, just a statement that this is who she is. "No, I haven't," she says."You're starting now. I want you to sit in on this."She nods and turns away, looking pleased, then, gathering up a notebook and pen, takes a seat while the other members assemble.The meeting is nothing special; a simple progress update from the various departments, but I want to see what she'll produce....Keep your mind on the job, man.... She's one little girl.... .... Just because she looks like your wife....And while the contract is not yet signed, I want James to start taking up his duties as a director.Perhaps my radar was just picking up on their 'special relationship'....And I have one of those of my own....*****JAMESAfter the meeting, Haswell asks me to stay behi
RichardMy intercom buzzes. "Yes, Francis?""Mr Haswell, I've had a call from Charlotte, requesting an appointment with you.""Did she say what for? I only have so much time to spend with trainees.""No, she didn't, but she sounded upset."Hmmm...."How's my diary for this morning?""Your next meeting is scheduled for 11 am.""Fine. Get her in here now. If she's wasting my time, I'll send her out again with her ass on fire.""Yes, Mr Haswell." Francis' tone is amused.A few minutes later, there is a tap on my door: a very quiet tap."Come in."Charlotte enters, looking subdued. .... On your knees, James' cum dripping to your breasts....My balls tighten…Behave like a fucking professional, man. This girl may become your employee...."Good morning, Charlotte. What can I do for you?"Her voice is tight, her body language closed. "Mr Haswell, there's something I need to tell you."Hmmm.... I can guess where this is going........ But why would she wa
RichardCharlotte flashes me a surprised look, then her eyes drop to where I am plugging the flash drive into my laptop.Turning the screen to face her, I tap through to the flash directory: a single file, an MP4.The screen flicks alive and momentarily she frowns, then inhales, horror on her face....I can hardly blame her. The video is taken live at the auction. Charlotte, demurely dressed, but with a black leather collar circling her throat, stands on a podium. The view of her isn't the best; the shot taken through the heads of an assembled audience."Oh, God," she says…The view might not be perfect, but the audio is clear."Raise your head. At these prices, I want to see what I'm getting."Half an eye on the screen, with the other half I watch her, seated by me, her expression devastated.She doesn't look much better on the screen, close to tears.The auctioneer turns to her."Charlotte, it is entirely your choice, but are you willing to undress at this stage
JamesAs the door closes, Haswell stands, checking that it is properly closed, then sits again, regarding me in silence, chin propped on his fingertips.Here we go....I sit, watching and waiting. The silence extends, and I begin to wonder...."So, James," he begins, "off-hand, I don't think the book of etiquette has anything to say on this conversation.... You bought yourself a virgin?"Haswell doesn't look angry, more bemused.Best to take the bull by the horns...."I did, yes. I didn't hurt her. I think you can see that. But if you want me to go, say so now. I'll not leave you in the lurch. I'll do everything I committed to for you, but I don't want to waste my time…He holds up a hand. "I didn't say that I want you to go, did I?""No, fair enough. You didn't."Where the hell do I go from here?"When did all this happen?" asks Haswell."Last summer."His mouth quirks. "Around the time you won the original contract with my company then?"Ah, fuck....Emb
JamesOnly a couple of minutes later, there is another knock on the door, a subdued tap."Come in, Miss Conners."Charlotte enters, looks apprehensively at Haswell, then at me, I think for reassurance. But I keep my expression as flat as Haswell's. Whatever game he's playing, it's his rules.Then her eyes flash to Jansen, her face suddenly furious....Must teach you to hide your emotions better than that, Jade....Jansen looks smug. "And here's our gutter rat.""Better gutter rat than sewer rat," she spits.That's my girl....But I keep my face straight.Haswell's voice is calm as he points to the seat next to mine. "Charlotte, sit down." She glares at Jansen but moves to take the seat. Then, as she passes Jansen, in mid-step, she spins, hand raised....Did he just try to feel her up…?I'm shocked by the sheer gall of the man, but this isn't the time. I snatch at her hand, grabbing her by the wrist, restraining her. "Charlotte, sit."She's not happy, fighti
MichaelJames drives us........ the three of us........ to the Haswell's' home........ and I'll admit, I'm nervous.James and Charlotte at least know Haswell. Not well, but they know him. I, on the other hand, have met him only briefly and that was not on a good occasion.He is a man of wealth, power and presence and Charlotte reacted to him as any woman still breathing is likely to react. James did not take that well….... and for that matter, neither did I….... Enough already....That is behind us. We have dealt with the incident and its consequences....But still, meeting the man himself and his wife is giving me pause for thought.He said something about Charlotte and her looking alike....I brush the thought away........ just in time for James to pull up the drive....Whoo.... hoo....So, this is how the other half live........ of a small but perfect country house."Wow!" says Charlotte. "What a gorgeous place."The original owner of the p