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

if you’re going

thumb, exposing the small hard spike. With a finger, I press into the root at

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

face for a

How close is she?

Not far off…

harder, rub a little harder and her head flings back in a wide-mouthed

Take it

Is that right?

again at the same spot. She sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken off

I keep rubbing…

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

Holy crap…

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

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

gaze opens

“Yes, Charlotte?”

you like

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

with her

have been one helluva

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

Dry mouth?

did he

a fuckin’ alarm

She sips at it, swishing it

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

says Charlotte. “I’m a

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

the sheets are raised in a respectable tent. Eyes dancing, she hooks a finger over the edge of the sheet, pulling it back to where

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