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 looking

if you’re

back the hood of her clit with a thumb, exposing the small

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

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

How close is she?

Not far off…

a little harder, rub a little harder and her head

“Christ, James! Take it easy.

Is that right?

She sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken

I keep rubbing…

And he pitches forward onto his hands, hips juddering against hers. My shaft quivering as I watch, her wail morphs to a scream and at the

Holy crap…

both red-faced, heaving and sweating. After a good minute, Michael’s

neck. “I believe,” he says, “that your Master would like your mouth around his

green gaze opens on mine.

“Yes, Charlotte?”

would you like

had it about right, but

still breathing with her

have been

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

to

“Um, Michael…”

death-grip around her waist and she rises, licking and sucking

Dry mouth?

he keep her

fuckin’

at

swinging his legs from the bed. “I’ll go make

please,” says

on a bathrobe, winks at her, nodding

finger over the edge of the sheet, pulling it back to where

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