MichaelJames stands over his blind-folded sub. "Fair point. I thought the blindfold would increase her sensitivity to the occasion, but perhaps.... Charlotte, would you like to be able to see?""Yes, Master I would. I want to reach Michael, but I can't find him." She's feeling around the floor with her hands, beginning to flap a bit.Babe, I'm right beside you...."I'm here, Charlotte."James tussles with the knots behind her head and as the scarf falls away, she blinks against the sudden light, then from her position on all fours, looks up and around, seeing the group of us, ready for her.Daniel is still deep inside her, happily filling her pussy, but from hands and knees, she looks up at Borje, so different in appearance, towering above her. He looks down, enthusiasm writ large over both his face and his pulsing cock."Hello, Charlotte. We've not been introduced yet. I'm Borje. I'm looking forward to getting my cock up your ass while.... while one of these guys is up
MichaelHer body swaying in time with the two men fucking her, she whimpers and groans, her sounds muffled by my shaft. Her eyes are wild, pupils huge against the green and her long hair sways with the movements like copper fire.I'm going to come soon. The pressure's rising at the base of my shaft and Charlotte must be sensing it. Her eyes slide up to me and she reaches out with one hand to massage my cock and balls. And she's good.... She knows just where to rub at the base of my shaft, increasing the tension.... and....Oh.... Godddd........ As I release and shoot, Charlotte Mmmms through her mouthful of cum, a deep throaty noise that hums through me, intensifying my climax........ and I can't stand anymore. I pull free of her, a viscous trail of cum dripping from her lips and down her chin as I do so.Daniel all but scrabbles from underneath her. "Hey, my turn. Let me out. No offence, Charlotte." he says, positioning himself to take my place at her mouth, "You feel
MichaelBorje, Daniel and Gordon, picking themselves up from the floor, shower down, dress and depart, Daniel, I note, giving Charlotte a long look as he leaves.Did James see that?I don't think so....Should I say something?Mmmm....The fire's blazing and it's the most natural thing in the world to settle down together. Charlotte, now bathed and looking less as though she has travelled a war zone, nestles against me. She smells clean and fresh and having her warmth against me is the sweetest thing in the world.James walks in with a tray bearing a bottle and three glasses. "You might check your bank balance tomorrow," he says to Charlotte. "They were all very appreciative and said that they will be happy to contribute to your College Fund anytime you are in town.""That's good to know, Master," she replies. The tone of her voice is fine but snuggled against me, her body tenses. "And thank you for arranging it, but you do understand that that is not why I do it?""O
MichaelThey make a handsome couple as they enter the restaurant. Charlotte is by no means short for a woman, five feet eight or nine, but she still looks up to him. Michael doesn't often dress formally, but when he does wear a suit, he carries it well. Some heavily-built men can't carry a suit properly, but Michael wears his with ease and she looks good on his arm.I walk slightly apart from them, to the outside world, a family friend perhaps.*****Back in the apartment, Charlotte hovers, her gaze flicking between the two of us. Michael holds out his hand to her and I follow his lead. Her expression mesmerised, together, we lead her into the mirrored room.Michael pulls her towards himself, turning her a little so that I stand behind her, he before her.He strokes her face. "You're so beautiful," he says, "But there are many beautiful women. I know there's more to you than that."Interesting thing to say....Am I missing something?I think I am....She sighs, turn
JamesI enter the lobby of Haswell building, heading across to the Concierge, a pretty blond girl, whose name tag declares her to be 'Cara' and who sort-of-knows-me from my numerous visits here. But as I cross the floor, a man, a stranger to me, stands from the reception seating, holding out his hand to shake."Mr Alexanders? Ah, good morning. I am Duncan Brady. Thank you for coming in. I was asked to meet you here." "I was expecting to see Bob Moran?""You were, but we've had a bit of a hitch and Mr Haswell asked me to meet you instead. I'm to take you up to his office."Haswell? Wants to talk to me?"Mr Haswell? Richard Haswell? The CEO?""That's right. He'd like a chat with you."Brady ushers me to the elevator and instead of going to one of the conference rooms where I was to have my meeting with Bob Moran, the Technical Director; I am taken to the Fifth Floor, the Directors' level.A pleasant looking woman at a desk waves us through. "He says to go straight in,
JamesAnd the weeks pass."Any plans then, for this next visit?" asks Michael."Yes, I thought we might stretch her a bit more, test her limits."He looks at me askance. "What does that mean?""I thought we could take her to the Club."He sniffs, rubbing his chin. "You think that's wise? That she's ready for it?""I'm not sure. But we can try it. Don't you miss the clubs? I thought you would like the idea?""I like the idea of the clubs with her, but only if she's comfortable with it.""She's been with plenty of others while we've known her. She's always enjoyed it, revelled in it almost. Why should the Club be any different?"He thinks for a moment. "It is a different environment. She might not feel safe.""You and I would be there."Michael nods but doesn't look convinced. "It's important that she feels safe."*****And she's here again....Charlotte kneels for me. I didn't ask her to or even try to play her into doing it. But as I sat in my armchair, sh
James".... You keep returning to me, Charlotte, and we make love, and we fuck. You accept every challenge I set you...." The dress falls, to puddle at her feet in a glitter of black. "You kneel at my feet, and you call me 'Master'."I hold her, naked, kissing her again, on her cheek. "How do you think that makes me feel?"Should I show her? Let her see it in me?.... No, not yet...."Master?"And from the lounge, there is the click of a lock, the clunk of a door, footsteps........ At last.... Michael...."James? Charlotte?""In here, Michael."Her head turns. As the footsteps approach, I stand, still holding her at the waist, stroking her, as we watch our mutual reflections. And as Michael steps into the room, his eyes meeting mine, full of question, her face lights up."Change of plan, Michael," I say. "We won't be going out this evening." At the vee of her thighs, I have my fingers in her warm moist curls, so vivid in the reflection against her Celtic skin.
JamesFor the Club, she wears the dress I bought her."Good choice on that dress," mutters Michael. "Didn't know you had it in you.""Thanks." My tone dry, "I used a professional shopper."He grins. "That explains it then." He glances around at the heads turning in her direction. "Doesn't it make you feel kind of privileged? She looks fuckin' spectacular.""Yes, she does. But as you said, let's make sure she stays feeling safe.""Of course." He looks around again. "They might want her…" He head-points a group of young wolves propping up the bar, "but they've got to get past us.""She seems relaxed enough anyway...."He nods."Want to look around, Charlotte?" I say. "We can show you around if you like, or just have a wander if you prefer.""I'll look around myself, Master.""Fine, Michael and I will be over here by the bar."She ambles off, wandering at random. Michael and I join old acquaintances at the bar who we have not now seen for several months. Chloe's he