MichaelIt's awkward for her, working on James. Her body rocks a little to the rhythm of Kris' thrusting to her rear. She can't move much, but she gives it a good try, licking at the delicate skin and swiping around the ridge with her tongue as, thrusting very gently, he caresses her cheek and long red locks.His eyes are soft as he watches her, and difficult though it is in these conditions, she's smiling........ Yeah… she's fine....He looks up at me for a moment, the question in his eyes and I nod. Drooping lids in acknowledgement he returns his attention to where our beautiful girl is mouthing at his trickling shaft.Kris is watching all this. "James," he says. "Would you like to come back here? Allow some of our guests to enjoy the use of your sub?" He pulls out of her, accompanied by a sucking noise. He and James switch position, James bending a little to inspect the weal on her butt before, gripping her at the hips, he penetrates her.I watch to see who Kris inte
MichaelBorje looks more cheerful now. "I know you can colour up better than that, Charlotte." And he slaps her again, harder this time, but still well within what she likes. She yelps, squirming, but the sound has a playful edge. She's enjoying it too."Borje, use the crop," says Kris, passing it back to him.Borje' smile fades. "I've never used one of these things." He takes the crop reluctantly. "I don't want to really hurt her."There's grit in Kris' tone. "So, you can learn....".... Alarm bells begin to ring in my head. I exchange glances with James, who is also frowning.Borje passes the crop over Charlotte, the lip tracing a soft line over the top of her thighs. She shudders, and her perfume rises in a warm cloud."No. Harder," insists Kris.Borje brings the crop down on her again; with more force this time. She gasps, her head stretching upwards, mouth open, panting. I'm seriously alarmed now at the direction this is taking. I step forward, but James reaches ou
JamesWe drive, Charlotte, Michael and me, to leave the City behind in search of the summer, the sea and.... and what?This 'holiday', for which we have the whole summer, will hopefully cement the possibility that our threesome might work as a permanent arrangement. Living continuously with each other for an extended period, we will soon learn if it is a possibility.But Charlotte knows none of this. The agreement has been made between me and Michael: that we try to persuade our jade-eyed beauty that this is something she might want to do; to accept both of us, permanently.She's happy now. I know that. There's a spark in her eyes since I, not exactly told her, but certainly made it clear, that I love her....You're not just a good fuck for me, Jade-Eyes........ It doesn't matter how it happened.... she knows now....As we loaded up the car to travel, there was a spring in her step, albeit doing battle with the stiffness in her butt from the stripes on her ass. She recei
MichaelCharlotte's still giggling at her joke, having managed to drag me into the pool. I thought she'd come out in some micro-bikini, but in fact, she's rather sensibly dressed in shorts and a top."No bikini?""I have to be careful in the sun. I don't go uncovered too much," she says, rubbing sun-block into her pale skin........ Sensible girl....And to me, my pale-skinned, Celtic redhead, looks far more interesting than any number of over-tanned beach blondes.... although it occurs to me that I may well be an over-tanned beach blond myself in short order..... That top she's wearing is a bit thin...."Here, let me do your back. The sun will get through that wrap." She passes me the tube. It's the stuff they sell for small children."Factor 30? You're not aiming for a tan then?""I don't tan. I'm a red-head.".... Even more sensible.... nice to know you're looking after yourself....Then as I rub in the cream over her back and slip fingers down inside the top
Michael"What do you think, James? Do I take her all the way there yet, or do we work her a bit more?""Oh, a bit longer yet, I think," he replies. "I want to watch her suck you off.".... Yeah....My cock agrees, pulsing a drum-beat against my stomach which spikes through my groin....Your mouth wrapped around me........ shooting over your tongue and to the back of your throat........ perhaps saving the last to splash over your face and tits...."Sounds good to me."He nods me to the empty chair he was just using. I sit, legs apart, my shaft throbbing and streaming, while James, with a tug of his wrists, hauls Charlotte upright. Snagging a cushion, he drops it on the tiles between my feet then edges her over it, pressing her down to her knees. His hand in her hair, he rubs her face over my cock-head, leaving a thin coat of pre-cum over her skin."Do your work, Madam," he says, swiping his hand across her butt, right where she's still sore. "Let's see you get a go
JamesI move deliberately slowly, letting her see where I am heading, letting anticipation work its magic. Even before I lap at her pussy lips, her head is flinging back, pressing hard against Michael's chest. His eyes and smile serene, he holds her carefully, supporting her in the water; allowing her to enjoy the pool experience without any risk of her face dropping below the surface.As I draw my tongue through her folds she's oddly tasteless. Normally I enjoy the citrussy tang of her juices. Right now, all I can taste is a touch of chlorine. Nonetheless, her pussy and folds are warm against my lips and tongue, swelling rapidly; and Charlotte is wriggling and writhing in Michael's grasp, her weight shifting over my shoulders with the movement.She not just reacting to me, but bucking and jerking in response to something that seems unrelated to anything I'm doing. My mouth open over her clit as I enjoy her, rolling my eyes up, Michael, his face close by hers, is murmuring someth
MichaelIt's Friday and there's a good chance I'll find Kris at the Club. I wander in, order a drink and wait. Jeannie appears at my side. "Hi, Michael. All by yourself?" Once of a day, this would have been sheer catnip to me, but now I shrug it away.You're lovely, but you're not Charlotte...."No, sorry, Jeannie. I'm waiting for someone."Which of course, I am....She makes a little moue of disappointment and after a couple of minutes of polite chit-chat wanders off in search of more promise.And I wait…Sure enough, after half an hour or so, he arrives.I drift into the shadows at the back of the barroom, watching to see where he goes. When I'm satisfied that I know where he's headed, I knock back the remains of my drink and take the rear corridor....*****I have a few odds and ends of things to do in the City. My staff are satisfactorily taken aback when I make my appearance and I make a mental note of the sudden flurries of activity from one or two of them.
MichaelThe carpet is deep and thick, so there's no harm done, but the fall jolts me, leaving me gasping and trying to suck air back into my lungs. She breaks free, scrambling away from me, but I recover in time to catch her by the ankle.There's no way she can resist. She's on her hands and knees, scrabbling for purchase, but there's none to be had. Inexorably, I tow her back, then for good measure, lie on top of her, trapping her with my body.She's all but naked in her tiny bikini........ but not naked enough........ I'm gonna fuck you 'til you scream for mercy....She's staring up at me as though she can't believe what I'm doing. She's sweating, her skin gleaming with perspiration, but more than that, she smells of arousal and sheer lust. Her eyes are wild, her expression almost ferocious....What the hell's going through your head…?.... but the way she's looking at me....I recognise that expression and it's normally turned on James........ and my balls tig