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.”

were you looking

vibe. Doesn’t matter now if you’re

morning, Charlotte.” I ease back the hood of her clit with a thumb, exposing the small hard spike. With a

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

gaze fixed on her face for a moment, then his eyes drop as he watches himself soft-fucking

How close is she?

Not far off…

press in a little harder, rub a little harder

Take it easy. You’re making her

Is that right?

She sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken off a bit. I’m trying not

I keep rubbing…

forward onto his hands, hips 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 as

Holy crap…

and sweating. After a good minute, Michael’s eyes open,

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

gaze

“Yes, Charlotte?”

you like

groin pulses. “I think Michael had it about right, but

breathing with her mouth

been one

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

tries to sit

“Um, Michael…”

his death-grip around

Dry mouth?

he keep her

set a fuckin’

water from the jug by the bedside, pass it to her. She sips at it, swishing it around her mouth then passes the glass back to Michael, who

swinging his legs from the bed. “I’ll

I have tea, please,” says Charlotte.

can.” He stoops, kisses her, then tugging on a bathrobe, winks at her, nodding her

finger over the edge of the sheet, pulling it back to where my shaft is making

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