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

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 she

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

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

How close is she?

Not far off…

little harder, rub a little harder and her head

it easy. You’re making

Is that right?

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

I keep rubbing…

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

Holy crap…

lie entwined, both red-faced, heaving and sweating. After a good minute,

says, “that your Master would like your mouth around his

gaze opens

“Yes, Charlotte?”

would you like

had it about right,

still breathing with

been one

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

to sit

“Um, Michael…”

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

Dry mouth?

he keep

set a fuckin’ alarm

at it, swishing it

legs from the bed. “I’ll

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

her, then tugging on a bathrobe, winks at her, nodding

finger over the edge

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