James

Drifting in comfortable coziness, something penetrates my awareness….

Charlotte’s voice…

No… Charlotte’s groans…

I lie, unmoving, just listening.

It’s not just a groan; almost a gurgle, it’s throaty, deep…. Utterly delicious….

Jeez, what a way to wake…

… Sheer fucking catnip.

Michael’s voice; “That good?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

And my erection rises like a rooster ready to crow the dawn…

Is that why they call them cocks?

Peeling my lids open, Charlotte’s face is close to mine, lips peeled back over her teeth, her eyes squeezed closed in a grimace might be taken for pain…

… but we all know better than that…

Michael is distracted, trying to find something in a side drawer…

Oil? Vibe?

Help things along…

Moving gradually so as not to alert her, slipping down and in, I target her bud. Hot juices spilling over my skin, I rub circles thumb and forefinger over her hooded clit. She yells, bucks and her eyes fly open.

His eyes creasing, Michael says, “You joining us?”

“In a while. Don't let me interrupt you.”

“As if I would.”

you

now if you’re going to

to hear it. Good morning, Charlotte.” I ease back the hood of her clit with a thumb, exposing the small hard spike. With a finger, I press into the root at that spot

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

against his tan. His gaze fixed on her face for a moment, then his eyes drop as he

How close is she?

Not far off…

in a little harder, rub a little harder and her head flings

lurches. “Christ, James! Take it easy.

Is that right?

same spot. She sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken

I keep rubbing…

watch, her wail morphs to a scream and at the same moment, he pulls her to himself, burrowing into her as they

Holy crap…

After a good minute,

“that your Master

gaze opens on mine.

“Yes, Charlotte?”

would you like

think Michael had it about right, but take your

with her

been one helluva

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

to

“Um, Michael…”

Oh… sorry…” He unlocks his arm from his death-grip around

Dry mouth?

did he keep her

fuckin’ alarm next

sit up, pour water from the jug by the bedside, pass it to her. She sips at it, swishing it around her

his legs from

tea, please,” says Charlotte. “I’m a bit

her, then tugging on a bathrobe, winks at her, nodding her towards me before he

looks down to where the sheets are raised in a respectable tent. Eyes dancing, she hooks a finger over the edge of

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