JamesTaking time for my own enjoyment, I lap at the wet heat of her now hot and engorged pussy. She's flooding...Shouldn't have any problems when I'm ready to get inside her...Fuck, but I'm looking forward to having my cock in there... The pillow I used to support her hips is barely necessary now; she's arching and straining, and her weight abruptly transfers to her feet across my shoulders as her body tenses.She's on the build to climax. Her whole body is vibrating, and her wails are becoming louder.My angle is awkward for it, but with my mouth capping her lips and clit, I finger-fuck her, spreading my fingers to stretch her in the way that women seem to enjoy so much.For a moment, she freezes, poised on the edge...There she blows...... and she judders into orgasm, screaming.Taking a breath, I plunge my tongue into her, as deeply as I can, swiping out inside her against pulsing muscles. My face pressed in hard against her, I extend the moment as long as I
James"It means... she's here and...""... And what? You have fucked her?""Yes.""And she's definitely alright?""Yes. She's asleep now, but…""You believe she was a virgin? The real thing?""Yes, I do.""Please tell me you took it easy on her.""Of course I did. I made it as good for her as I could."There is another silence. "Did she come?""Spectacularly."Another silence, then, "You think she really enjoyed it?""Yes, I really think she did, at least after she stopped being scared silly of me. I did everything I could think of to calm her down."Another pause, then, "Did the photos lie?" The voice is mellowing."Yes, they did. The photos don't do her justice. Michael, she's beautiful. She is absolutely stunning. You wouldn't believe how beautiful without seeing her.""Really?" Sounding still more relaxed, the anger is draining away."Yes, really... Look, I know you're not happy with me about this, but why don't you join us for breakfast. Then you
MichaelI enter the hotel dining room where, at the far side of the room, I can see James seated at a table with the girl.Neither has seen me, and I don't announce myself. I want first to see how she is, how she's reacting to him. Certainly, on the face of it, it seems I have no cause to worry. She's laughing and joking with him, with a huge plate of food in front of her.Well, she's not scared if she's eating like that...There's an odd expression on her face.What is it?Admiration? Adoration? Worship?She may have only just met him a day ago, but whatever happened last night, she's not in fear of him...Time to introduce myself...Trying to seem casual, I walk up to the table and the girl turns to me, looks up into my face...... and I find myself lost in the emerald gaze of Charlotte.…For the shortest of moments, words escape me, as I simply gaze into those eyes. Then I really look at herOh, my God…She is stunning.She's wearing no make-up and needs
JamesI mustn't knuckle under to my own prejudices; that a woman cannot be both beautiful and intelligent.Beautiful, intelligent and brave..."So, what are you planning on studying at university, Charlotte?""Physics, Master." She sounds a little shy, as though I might scold her for it.Why would that be? She thinks I would disapprove?Or somebody else has?"Really? Why physics, Charlotte? What made that your choice?""There's so much to know, Master. I want to learn it all." She pauses, staring at the grass. "Sorry, does that sound silly or conceited?""No, not at all. Which university are you going to?"She pauses, her face away from mine, swallowing her words, and I realise my error."My apologies, Charlotte. That was wrong of me." She glances up at me speculatively, her body stiffening. "You don't have to worry," I continue. "I'll not come trying to hunt you down after your week is done. I don't want you to be afraid of me, and I shouldn't have asked you for
MichaelIn truth, I think James has told her to wear them simply so she feels more comfortable, because they hide nothing; in a sheer, translucent wrap and stockings, her body is quite visible through the fabric; the curve of her breasts, the line of her waist and hip, the splash of red at her loins. Her hair is brushed long and loose; her face is elaborately made up and she wears a heavy jewelled collar at her neck.And she looks simply amazing, utterly breath-taking.She hovers at the door, clearly nervous again.James meets my eyes and as he offers her wine, together we switch on our smiles."Relax a little, Charlotte," he says. "You look beautiful. Come join us. Let us look at you."She doesn't speak, sipping wine. I think the glass gives her something to do with her hands.There is a full-length mirror on one of the walls. James guides her to it and I follow, wondering what is in his mind. For all our years-long friendship, I'm seeing a new side to him.Standing be
MichaelHer eyes follow my every movement, pupils large and black in their emerald setting. And James watches her watching me."Like what you see?" I ask.Climaxed or not, she's still aroused. She nods, panting, her eyes roaming my body, drawn to my erection.James is also undressing. "Enjoying yourself, Charlotte?" he asks. "I said I'd look after you. If you're going to fuck for fucking's sake, it might as well be with someone good-looking."Her eyes are fixed on my cock.You want it? You've got it...As I present myself to her, James is spearing her from behind, one hand twisting into her hair, pulling her head back."Open wide, Charlotte," he says.She misses his meaning, opening her legs wider, and our eyes meet as we both grin at her misunderstanding."Good girl," he says, "but I meant at the other end."As he thrusts in hard, she gasps, her lips parting and I press against her mouth, but I don't try to push in. I should have thought to ask earlier, but she d
MichaelShe laps at my cockhead, not exactly timidly, but with an air of experimentation.And it feels amazing.Why should it feel different to any other time when some woman has done me the favour of giving me fellatio?Her inexperience? Her beauty? Her willingness to try?I don't know, but as her warm tongue laves me, it shudders through, tightening my balls and leaving me gasping for air. I'm streaming...You've never tasted pre-cum before either, have you...But she laps it up, seeming to enjoy it, all the while trying to stay in physical contact with me, despite having James pumping her from behind, rocking her body to and fro.James is watching her, his hands kneading at her ass as he fucks her. But his eyes are soft, and he's smiling as he watches her. "Very good, Charlotte," he says.This isn't the James I'm used to...And now, happy that she's comfortable with me, I press in. My erection is pressured, my cock rock-hard and her jaw strains as she opens wi
Michael'Take me down the rabbit hole.'Her words ricochet through my head.Eventually, head drooping and eyes closing, she falls asleep between us.Hardly surprising. She must be exhausted....James leans around from behind to see her face then, when it is clear that she is sleeping, meets my eyes to head-point me out to the lounge.As I make myself comfortable, he holds up a bottle of malt and a glass, the question in his eyes."Yes, I will, thanks."Pouring two glasses, he places the bottle on the table between us. "So, what do you think?"I swish the excellent whiskey around my mouth, trying to assemble a sensible answer. "I barely know what to think...." Swallowing, liquid fire warms embers in my throat and stomach. "She's.... amazing." Then, feeling contrite. "Um.... my apologies for some of the things I said to you before. I was out of order; wrong. I can see how well you've treated her and...."He leans forward, elbows on his knees, looking at me from hooded
JamesMichael takes a moment before speaking, then, ".... All through your life, you've had everything thrust upon you. Even meeting James and me, you chose to enter the auction, but you did that out of necessity. I'd like to know what you want. Now that you are free to choose for yourself, what is it that you want?"And he falls silent, watching her, and waiting as she looks around at everything about us....And I wonder what she sees. With everything that life has thrown at her, the horrors of her childhood, the terrors of her adulthood, and now to be here, in this lovely place, with the home she always yearned for.And is that enough for her?She gestures around, hands trying to encompass it all. "What more could I want? We're all here, at last, together. I have you both. I have what I want."Yes!Result!Michael's eyes shift to mine....Definitely....She sees us, knows what is going on, and leans in to Michael as he kisses her. "I think I'm going to ask you to
Charlotte sits in the office facing Mr Chambers. He's middle-aged and pleasant enough, and clearly doing his best to make her feel at ease. Nonetheless, her embarrassment is excruciating and she can't look him in the face."Can I get you a cup of tea, Miss Conners? Or coffee perhaps?"Her throat tight. "No, thank you."If she tried to drink right now, she would bring it right back up again."Very well. I understand you would like to enter our auction for the sale of...." He picks up a sheet and reads.... 'The services of 'Charlotte' for the period of one week, those services to include anything required of her by her purchaser and also to include the sale of her virginity.' Is that correct?"She squeezes the word out. "Yes."He places the document on the table. "I should explain Miss Conners, that whilst you might find it easier to have a female representative to work with right now, here at the auction house we feel that a girl who cannot go through this interview with a m
RichardAt one of these interminable 'drinks dos' I am expected to attend, I do my best to put on a polite face. But I'm having trouble.I have the mayor on one side, "Since the plans were made public for the new City-Scape layout the share value has soared, Richard...."And my head of corporate law on the other. "There are still some legal obstacles to overcome...." argues Lazenby.I am unsympathetic. "That's what I pay you for."What I pay you a lot for........ So, stop whining and do your job.Listening to the mayor droning on, I nod politely, trying to appear interested but, in fact, my attention is half on the gathering at the other side of the room.As Charlotte and Elizabeth are chatting by the bar. Michael arrives, strolling across the lounge with that easy half-smile that is his habitual expression. Charlotte spots him and moves aside to make room for him."Hi, Michael." Elizabeth's eyes are bright as she looks up at him.He returns the smile. "Hi, Beth. L
Richard"But you've been running 'Life and Fitness' in the City for years.… and turning a healthy profit, surely?""Yes, but you know how it is since two thousand and seven. All the banks have tightened up the rules."Bloody bastards at the banks....Pretty perfect for me though....How to approach this…??James said he has a problem accepting help........ Carefully...."Ummm.…Take this the right way, but I'd be happy to help."Glass in hand, Michael freezes, knuckles. His voice is barely polite. "Thanks, Richard, but I'm not a charity."James' meets my eyes again with a 'Told you' look. He laughs softly. "Now, who's suffering from stiff-necked pride?" Michael gives him a look that should have dissolved him on the spot, but James simply gives him a mild look, sucking at his teeth as he tries to extract a bit of peanut.I follow Michael's lead, keeping my own tone cool. "It wasn't a charitable offer, Michael. I'm a businessman. It was a proposal."He flush
JamesAs we leave, Richard murmurs, "Keep your face straight.""You might have warned me....""What? That you were my ace-in-a-hole?" Despite his advice, Richard's mouth is twitching. "Not a chance. It worked out so much better that you were surprised when he finally realised who you are."I glance over my shoulder to see that we are safely out of range, then stop and turn to face him. "Richard, who am I? I'm an architect. A good architect granted, but...."He lays a hand on my shoulder. "You, my friend, are the architect who will have changed the face of the City. Not many can make that claim. Your immortality is going to be standing as evidence around us for generations to come."It's an interesting thought."I never expected to be famous."He rocks a hand back and forth. "Perhaps not with the Common Man, but I looked through those Get-Well cards at the hospital. Did you?""Er, no.""You should. I asked Michael to keep them for when you left the hospital; for when
JamesMy mobile rings: Richard."James, I was having a word with Charlotte earlier. She's a little upset that the university is kicking up a fuss over the way her course options are moving around. The training periods, academic time and so on. It was all supposed to be arranged, but apparently, they're giving her a hard time over it.""Yes, I thought something like this might crop up. Did you have something in mind?""Absolutely. I know where this is coming from. The Chancellor, Wilmore, is fine, but the Bursar is an interfering busybody with an inflated sense of self-worth, who pokes his nose into every aspect of university life, whether it belongs there or not. If he didn't have tenure he'd have been out years ago.""So…?""First, I like you to have a word with Charlotte...."*****The crook of my thumb and forefinger under her chin, I force her face to mine, "Charlotte, is it that you want to attend the university? Or that, in a couple of years' time, you simply want
James"So how did it go?"Michael prises the cap off a beer bottle on the edge of the table then gulps down from the neck before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "It was.... surreal."I'm up and about and able to walk now, at the level of using the bathroom without the intervention of a nurse. Nonetheless, Michael's return is an excuse for me to climb back into bed, take the weight from my aching leg and draw a surreptitious sigh, which he pretends not to notice.And I'm happy enough to be here. Back in the beach house, the environment is soothing and convinces me to sleep more than I could have done in the renovation/building site which is our mountain home, even were we able to return there.I prop myself up against the pillows and Michael reaches around, rearranging them for me. When I'm settled comfortably, "Go on. I'm listening.""Cutting a long story short, Klempner admitted to murdering Charlotte's father, seemed to have some kind of crisis over her looking
KlempnerJennifer's face....The loathing there when he says that....The idea that she might be anything to do with me........You're Conners' daughter........ Not mine…Blondie's still speaking… "And your final revenge on her was to steal the child, to force her to grow up into slavery herself.... To fit your idea of...."I claimed you........ Mine........ My due........ My redress....Blondie is still talking.... "And when you found she'd grown up to look like her mother, you became obsessed with it again, determined to have the daughter forced into a life that the mother had already told you repelled her...."And I remember the disgust in her eyes....My beautiful Mitch........ Looking at me like shit on a shoe...."Is she alive? Charlotte's mother?" Blondie asks.I can't stomach looking at him. "I've no idea. The police gave her a new identity, hid her from me. I couldn't find her, and I've not seen her for over twenty years. But if she's not s
KlempnerHer face twists...."You still don't want to believe me? She was very good at her job. Good enough that, at first, we didn't realise she was a professional. We thought she was just being.... friendly. And I'll admit, when I set eyes on her, I thought she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen...."..... Mitch's daughter....Blondie's knuckles on her shoulder whiten. ".... So did Frank. We took a room for the night and.... well, you know the script from there. You've had two guys together often enough I'm sure...."Her face sets. "So, what then?""She was fun to be with. Not just a good fuck, but actually good company. We both liked her. And she seemed to like us.... Really like us I mean, rather than just pretend to because that's part of the job description. In the morning, we took her number, and later, we called her back. It went from there. We'd meet up with her a couple of nights a week. It became regular. And then.…"Blondie breaks in, his voice low. "A