MichaelMichael is ready for her.... more than ready.... his shaft is already hard, pulsing, showing a trace of pre-cum at the tip. She holds out her arms to him, inviting him, parting wider as he settles his thighs between hers.He sheathes himself in a single, smooth stroke; a slow thrust that takes him full hilt as he revolves his hips, working her inside, aiming for her g-spot. Charlotte gasps, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he circles into her. Michael smiles and repeats the movement. Groaning, her head drops back, but she rides with him, rocking to his rhythm, taking him to the full.Michael pounds her, his blond hair slicked dark with sweat, his head dropping to her chest. His muscles, moving smoothly under his skin, are sharply defined as he fucks her harder, riding now for his own climax.It's coming....His teeth gritted, lips peeling back, Michael freezes, quivering....I stand, stripping off my shirt, unbelting........ and with a cry, almost of tri
Frantic muffled squealing comes from the.... package.… which lies twitching on the ground."Shut him up, Bech," a voice hisses, "before he wakes the whole fucking neighbourhood." The tone is cultured but cold and comes from a tall man, with fair but silvering hair. His features sharp and well defined, he would be handsome were it not for the twist of cruelty to his mouth. "I don't think there's anyone around at this time, sir." Nonetheless, a boot swings and with a sickening crunch, contacts what might be the head end of a human figure, tightly wrapped in sacking, bound by heavy chains."Not so hard. I want him conscious. We don't want him to miss the experience, do we? And get another loop around him. We don't want him floating either."The tall man hunkers down beside the whimpering, rag-bound body as Bech and another assistant coil another couple of circles of chain around the body, lifting and moving with ungentle hands."You see, Frank. This is the result when you let d
"Sir, I've found her.""Found her? Found who?""The little bird that flew the nest.""Really? Well done, Bech." The answering smile is unpleasant. "And how is our Jennifer? And where is she? Did she run far?""No, sir. She's here, right under our noses, in the City."The tall figure turns, brows raised. "Is that so? How did you find her?""She's turned up in the police files in connection with the Blessingmoors investigation. The authorities want to interview her.""That could be awkward...." The tall man rubs his chin. "How did they find her? Caught shoplifting again?""I don't think so, sir. I don't have all the facts yet, but I thought you would want to know as soon as possible.""You're right, Bech. Thank you. Good work. Let me know as soon as you have anything else at all.""Yes, sir."*****JAMES"This is the address." I ring the bell, then again, a few seconds later.A scuffle of movement and the door cracks open, a pretty blond girl looking out."W
JamesIt's a bit busy around here, isn't it?" I say. "How about we go out somewhere? A restaurant perhaps? That is, if you've not yet eaten, Charlotte?"She smiles, "No, I've not eaten. And yes, I'd love to go out with you both. It's been so long...."Tell me about it....".... I know it's only been a few weeks, but it feels like forever.""And if we're not interrupting anything important." I point to the open folder. "We did choose Friday night, hoping you would be free?"She shakes her head vigorously. "Oh, no. That's fine. I have until Wednesday to hand the work in.""You're not going out anywhere with the other students?""No, I don't really go out. I'm here to work."Only here to work?Don't you have any friends, Jade-Eyes?Then I think of Marie upstairs....Mmmm....Michael doesn't look any happier.I think we can put a smile on your face, Jade....I take her hand, kiss the fingers. "Good. And later, a hotel room perhaps? We thought you might like to
JamesThis is the three of us, for the first time in weeks, together again. Charlotte stands between us, her expression a little glazed, lips parted. I reel her in tight at the waist, fasten my mouth over hers. She smells sweet and tastes better, a quiver running through her as we kiss.Michael, now behind her, strokes her shoulders, her hair, then pushes her scented tresses to one side. There is the slight clicking of her dress zipper. As he slides it down, the dress falls open and to the floor.Her perfume is more powerful now, partly some expensive fragrance I think, but mainly it's her, the scent of her skin, her arousal. Michael nibbles at her, over the curve of her neck, at the delicate skin behind the ear to the hairline. Her face swings up and back, and she warbles her song as she reaches for him with her mouth.Unusually for her, Charlotte was wearing no bra and now stands only in her panties. I slide down her body, her breasts swinging full and loose by my mouth as I
JamesMichael's testing her. I'm not sure why. She couldn't be readier for him. Or perhaps he's just teasing her. But he probes into her, just a short distance I think. Charlotte's thighs ripple and tense, the line of her muscles gleaming. She's well presented for him, still with the pillow raising her, and I know that in a minute she's going to get the lot.He builds a rhythm, a slow thrusting that gradually hilts him before withdrawing again completely. I entertain myself with her nipples, nipping hard at the rock-hard nubs to make her squawk. Each time she hollers, I see Michael hesitating, hanging on to his control, his eyes occasionally rolling up to mine with a Fine, but fuck off kind of look....Yeah.... Right….... which of course only encourages me. I step up the action, pinching harder, enjoying the jolt to my groin as her squeals grow louder with each pinch....He's pounding her now, spearing in and her squeals are becoming shrieks. He meets my eyes again and I nod
James"Charlotte! Charlotte! Wake up." I sit up, holding her at the shoulders, trying to rouse her from her nightmare. Tossing and crying in her sleep, she struggles to escape."It's dark," she whimpers."Turn the lights on, Michael. For fuck's sake, turn them on!"A light snaps on to reveal the tear-streaked face of my auburn beauty. I wrap my arms around her. "Shhh… You're safe. You're safe. I'm here. Michael's here. Nothing's going to hurt you."She's trying to wipe her face dry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry.... I was back there...." As I hold her close, her heart is hammering, her breathing punctuated by sobs.My eyes meet with Michael's.Is this happening often?"How about some hot milk? Or cocoa maybe? You stay with Michael. I'll go order from room service. No, I'll go downstairs myself. It will be faster."I pass her across to him, then snag a robe to go down to the hotel kitchens.The concierge gives me a sour look, asking her for service in the wee small hours....
JamesAs it passes, I lie atop her, panting as she strokes my hair and shoulders, then kisses my cheek. My heart slowing and my breathing returning to normal, I roll to one side, then pat the sheets for her to lie alongside me. "I feel like some fucking fourteen-year-old who's discovering that his balls aren't just ornaments anymore."She bursts out laughing. "Master, you can fuck me five times a day over this weekend if you want to."He came. He saw. He came again...."Less of the mirth from you, Madam. You have your other lover to satisfy as well. Do you want to spend the whole of the weekend with your knees in different time zones?""On which subject," comes a voice, "Move over. There's room for another in that bed." Michael stands there, leaning against the bathroom door, his hair still damp from the shower, good humour writ large.Oh, God… How much of that did he hear?As I settle beside her, "How long have you been there?" He cocks a brow at me. "Long enough to k