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

a thumb, exposing the small hard spike. With

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

gaze fixed on her face for a moment, then his eyes

How close is she?

Not far off…

a little harder, rub a little harder and her

“Christ, James! Take it easy. You’re

Is that right?

sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken

I keep rubbing…

it!” And he pitches 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…

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

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

gaze opens on

“Yes, Charlotte?”

you

about right, but take your

still breathing with her mouth

been one helluva

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

tries to sit

“Um, Michael…”

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

Dry mouth?

he keep

set a fuckin’

pass it to her. She sips at it, swishing

his legs

I have tea, please,” says Charlotte.

on a bathrobe, winks

tent. Eyes dancing, she hooks a finger over the

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