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

Doesn’t matter now if you’re going to

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

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

teeth against his tan. His gaze fixed on her face

How close is she?

Not far off…

a little harder

it

Is that right?

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

I keep rubbing…

as I watch, her wail morphs to a

Holy crap…

heaving and sweating. After a good minute,

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

green gaze

“Yes, Charlotte?”

would you

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

still breathing with

been one

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

to

“Um, Michael…”

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

Dry mouth?

long did he keep her

a fuckin’ alarm next

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

legs from the

please,” says Charlotte. “I’m a

then tugging on a bathrobe, winks

in a respectable tent. Eyes dancing, she hooks a finger over the edge of the sheet, pulling it back to where my shaft is

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