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

matter now if you’re going to do

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

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

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

How close is she?

Not far off…

harder and

James! Take it easy. You’re

Is that right?

at the same spot. She sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken off a bit. I’m trying

I keep rubbing…

juddering against hers. My shaft quivering as I watch, her wail morphs to a scream and at the same moment, he pulls her to himself, burrowing into her

Holy crap…

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

kisses into her neck. “I believe,” he says, “that your Master would like your

gaze opens on

“Yes, Charlotte?”

you

think Michael had it about right, but take your time. Catch your

breathing with her mouth

been one

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

to

“Um, Michael…”

He unlocks his arm from his death-grip around her waist and she rises, licking and sucking

Dry mouth?

he keep her

set a fuckin’

the jug by the bedside, pass it to her. She sips at it, swishing it around her mouth then passes

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

I have tea, please,” says

He stoops, kisses her, then tugging on a bathrobe, winks at her, nodding her towards me

Eyes dancing, she hooks a finger over the edge of the sheet, pulling it back to where my shaft is making an equally respectable

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