MichaelAnd still, she judders against the purring of the vibe inside her.But her expression....Amazement, arousal, wonder........ even a touch of fear…?Will she safeword?.... Let's see....I sit beside her, drinking it in, wallowing in the moment. "Yeah.... that's the look…" Her pussy is streaming, her clit stiffly scarlet. I flick it with a finger a couple of times, just to watch her jerk and jump and scream. I've wondered sometimes how it feels to a woman to have her clit played with........ all those nerve endings....And here she is, exquisitely aroused, and I....I could do anything........ and she knows it....Wonder when she'll spot James?She's laid back flat, arms stretched taut and restrained by my belt. Her knees are splayed wide....Can I open her up more without hurting her....?.... and her hair spills over the floor in a copper tide. Normally it would contrast against her ivory skin, but right now, she's flushed across stomach, tits
MichaelHer nipple is there and waiting, a tempting target.... I hover over it with the clamp, making her wait, drawing out the anticipation........ How much can she take?.... How much does she want?.... Go for it....I snap the thing into place, hard. She shrieks, and then again, as I squeeze, ease off, squeeze, ease off in a pulsing rhythm which I'm hoping is mirrored by her cunt.Charlotte is oblivious to anything but the pain I'm gifting her. But glancing across, James is shifting, looking restless........ Think he needs a bit of relief...."James, I'm nothing like done here yet, but do you want to suck her out for a bit?" I ask. "I think you'd enjoy that, while I make her squeal."Her eyes fling wide and her head snaps to one side, where James shifts so that she can see him properly."Master! I didn't see you there." Her voice judders and gasps."You were busy. Michael saw me, though." His tone is lazy, but his mouth puckers and there's a gleam in his eye
MichaelFingers back inside her, the vibe still buzzing happily, I thumb her clit, massaging her inside and out. With the spare hand, I rummage another vibe out of my bag, click it on and as it hums quietly, touch it, very lightly, to her clit....And she detonates into orgasm.Her cunt contracts around me, squeezing my fingers against the egg........ Fuck!It hurts, but I stay in there, rubbing at her g-spot and keeping her going while her muscles clutch and pulsate around me. Charlotte's trying to buck and jerk, but can't, and I keep the vibe on her bud, drawing out the moment for her........ until...."Enough, Michael! Enough, please stop."I've not finished yet....I wind the vibe around her clit, circling and spiralling. I avoid the tip. I don't want to torture her. But I press into the root, working the base and forcing her orgasm to continue; forcing her to stay on the ride...."Please, Michael. Stop. Please stop." Her voice is strange; an odd mix of exhaus
MichaelThe night is sultry; almost unbearably hot and stifling. Every window is open, and the doors are flung wide too, to let any breeze there is through the house. Nonetheless, I toss and turn uneasily, slick with sweat, drifting in and out of sleep.In the dark, I reach out for Charlotte before realising that I'm alone in the bed. Beside me, her sheets are thrown back and she's nowhere to be seen."Charlotte?"No reply."Charlotte?" I call more loudly, but still there is no answer.Worrying now, I rise, throwing on my robe to go in search of my missing beauty. My fingers, working automatically open a side drawer, seeking out the small box which I've been carrying with me, waiting for the right moment, and push it into a pocket.I check bathrooms and the kitchen, but there's no sign of her inside the house, so I go looking outside. And there I find her, in the pool, floating on her back, staring up at the sky."Are you alright?"She startles a little, but turns to
MichaelShe chuckles in return and relaxes her hold on me. It's easier now and slick as she is, I can reach in to touch her bud, small and hard under my fingers.I build an easy, gradual tempo, a heartbeat cadence; slow-fucking her inside, and outside, spiralling fingertips around her nub, coiling circles over it and gently flicking and massaging. Her face buried into the nook of my head and shoulders, her breathing grows long and deep, There's a faint reflection from the pool, shimmering over the rise and fall of her breasts; and a sheen to her skin; I think, the spreading flush of her arousal. She smells warm and lusty.She's rising inside, her sex clenching sporadically at me as I sheath myself in her flesh, gradually and repeatedly. She shivers under me, but it's not from the cold. Instead, she's growing warmer, and the shivering grows to a shudder of the hips and thighs until........ with a cry, she quivers into orgasm. Her beautiful pussy pulsates and clenches exquisi
JamesBack in Haswell's office, he welcomes me warmly. Across his desk are scattered the concept sketches I left with him. He doesn't bother with any preamble."James, I like what you've done here, very much.""I'm pleased to hear it. I did wonder if I'd gone over the top.""No, not at all. If it's possible to do this," he jabs a finger down on the drawings, "then I want it included in the City Renovation Project...."He pauses. "The thing is.... so far as I can see, there's almost a life's work for someone to put all this into place."He pauses again, apparently intent on placing his coffee cup exactly centred in its saucer. Then he fixes me with his gaze. "James, I didn't want to say anything yesterday. I needed to speak with some of the shareholders, but can I tempt you? To stay with me, my company…? I know you were thinking of going to Valencia and trying for the work there, but I could really use you here."Wow! Can you tempt me....?Can you…Haswell continues, h
JamesShe's swallowing hard, struggling to speak and she won't look up."He said that.... you think you are too old for me… that you will never marry me. He said that he loves me. He offered me the ring and asked that I think about it.".... At least the two versions of events agree…"That's better."She's sniffing........ Calm her down....I gentle my voice. "Charlotte, look at me. Charlotte…" .... You must understand this, Jade....Her eyes are still downcast, so I cup her chin with my hand and force her to face me. "Listen to me. Michael is correct. I will not marry you, however I may feel about you ....".... the gloss in her eyes increases....".... And I am too old for you. You are a young woman. You will still be a young woman when I am an old man."She shakes her head, everything about her screaming denial. "I don't care about that, Master.""No, perhaps not now, but you will in a few years' time. Michael is much closer to your own age. And besides,
JamesHe nods towards the door. "You realise she's probably fixing her make-up right now. Trying to look her best?"I follow his drift. "You think we should give her something to look her best for?""Oh, I think so...."He casts around the room. "Here?""Upstairs I think. Let's give her some romance.""Good idea...." He cuts off his words as Charlotte reappears at the door."Um, sorry, just a bit over-whelmed there.…" And she stops, looking between us. Neither of us bothers to hide what we are thinking........ and you know you're about to have your brains pinned to the bedhead don't you...."I think," I say, "that a celebration is in order.…" And gently, I steer her back to the door. At the bottom of the stairs, we each take one of her hands and lead her up.In the bedroom, I want to allow Michael a few moments to call his own. Gesturing him to her, I retire into the background.He looks entranced. Standing in front of her he holds her left hand, staring at the r