JamesI mustn't knuckle under to my own prejudices; that a woman cannot be both beautiful and intelligent.Beautiful, intelligent and brave..."So, what are you planning on studying at university, Charlotte?""Physics, Master." She sounds a little shy, as though I might scold her for it.Why would that be? She thinks I would disapprove?Or somebody else has?"Really? Why physics, Charlotte? What made that your choice?""There's so much to know, Master. I want to learn it all." She pauses, staring at the grass. "Sorry, does that sound silly or conceited?""No, not at all. Which university are you going to?"She pauses, her face away from mine, swallowing her words, and I realise my error."My apologies, Charlotte. That was wrong of me." She glances up at me speculatively, her body stiffening. "You don't have to worry," I continue. "I'll not come trying to hunt you down after your week is done. I don't want you to be afraid of me, and I shouldn't have asked you for
MichaelIn truth, I think James has told her to wear them simply so she feels more comfortable, because they hide nothing; in a sheer, translucent wrap and stockings, her body is quite visible through the fabric; the curve of her breasts, the line of her waist and hip, the splash of red at her loins. Her hair is brushed long and loose; her face is elaborately made up and she wears a heavy jewelled collar at her neck.And she looks simply amazing, utterly breath-taking.She hovers at the door, clearly nervous again.James meets my eyes and as he offers her wine, together we switch on our smiles."Relax a little, Charlotte," he says. "You look beautiful. Come join us. Let us look at you."She doesn't speak, sipping wine. I think the glass gives her something to do with her hands.There is a full-length mirror on one of the walls. James guides her to it and I follow, wondering what is in his mind. For all our years-long friendship, I'm seeing a new side to him.Standing be
MichaelHer eyes follow my every movement, pupils large and black in their emerald setting. And James watches her watching me."Like what you see?" I ask.Climaxed or not, she's still aroused. She nods, panting, her eyes roaming my body, drawn to my erection.James is also undressing. "Enjoying yourself, Charlotte?" he asks. "I said I'd look after you. If you're going to fuck for fucking's sake, it might as well be with someone good-looking."Her eyes are fixed on my cock.You want it? You've got it...As I present myself to her, James is spearing her from behind, one hand twisting into her hair, pulling her head back."Open wide, Charlotte," he says.She misses his meaning, opening her legs wider, and our eyes meet as we both grin at her misunderstanding."Good girl," he says, "but I meant at the other end."As he thrusts in hard, she gasps, her lips parting and I press against her mouth, but I don't try to push in. I should have thought to ask earlier, but she d
MichaelShe laps at my cockhead, not exactly timidly, but with an air of experimentation.And it feels amazing.Why should it feel different to any other time when some woman has done me the favour of giving me fellatio?Her inexperience? Her beauty? Her willingness to try?I don't know, but as her warm tongue laves me, it shudders through, tightening my balls and leaving me gasping for air. I'm streaming...You've never tasted pre-cum before either, have you...But she laps it up, seeming to enjoy it, all the while trying to stay in physical contact with me, despite having James pumping her from behind, rocking her body to and fro.James is watching her, his hands kneading at her ass as he fucks her. But his eyes are soft, and he's smiling as he watches her. "Very good, Charlotte," he says.This isn't the James I'm used to...And now, happy that she's comfortable with me, I press in. My erection is pressured, my cock rock-hard and her jaw strains as she opens wi
Michael'Take me down the rabbit hole.'Her words ricochet through my head.Eventually, head drooping and eyes closing, she falls asleep between us.Hardly surprising. She must be exhausted....James leans around from behind to see her face then, when it is clear that she is sleeping, meets my eyes to head-point me out to the lounge.As I make myself comfortable, he holds up a bottle of malt and a glass, the question in his eyes."Yes, I will, thanks."Pouring two glasses, he places the bottle on the table between us. "So, what do you think?"I swish the excellent whiskey around my mouth, trying to assemble a sensible answer. "I barely know what to think...." Swallowing, liquid fire warms embers in my throat and stomach. "She's.... amazing." Then, feeling contrite. "Um.... my apologies for some of the things I said to you before. I was out of order; wrong. I can see how well you've treated her and...."He leans forward, elbows on his knees, looking at me from hooded
MichaelShe's such a pleasure to fuck and fuck with, in whichever way we do it. Her sheer enthusiasm…Suckling on her bud, I angle myself to hold her eyes as her back arches and strains under my assault on her libido.She's not simply being obedient to her contract........ She's loving this........ Every minute of it....Her breath is coming in great gasps as she shudders and trembles under my attentions, and the whimpering noises she's making are all of pleasure....Time to take you all the way, I think....Turning fully into her, my face planted into her sex, I tongue-fuck her as deeply as I can, only pulling out to break for air as her streaming pussy flows hot over my skin.Her moans grow louder, more.... more.... What's the word…?.... wanton perhaps?Certainly louder....It's not just her pussy that's drenched. Her skin is hot and flushed, sweat rolling down the back of her thighs, her whole body surrendering to the experience as she struggles against
MichaelJames releases her, scooping her up as she totters, to deposit her on the bed next to me, then pours her a glass of wine."Relax, Girl," he says. "You've had enough for one day."She looks high, spaced out almost, as she swallows at the wine."Thank you, Master. Yes, I've had enough for one day, but I enjoyed it. It was marvellous." She swings around to me. "And thank you, too. That was wonderful."I have to swallow hard as emotion runs riot through me…Oh, Babe.... you're lovely....Lying here on the bed feels so natural, speech so unnecessary. We settle in a loosely bound group, Charlotte resting into the crook of James' arm, me leaning against her. In the flicker and gleam of the candlelight, the wine is ruby in the glasses, the room warm and the scent of the woman next to me evocative.Don't get ideas.... She'll be gone in a few days........ Perhaps she'll stay....Don't be a fool, Man.... For her, you're a stranger that's fucked her....My reverie is
JamesBuzz and Eliot step forward, each taking her by an arm, leading her to a seat. Her head swings uncertainly as they do so........ Worried that it's not me and Michael?.... We're not far away........ but she sits, accepting the cognac being pressed into her hand.Michael is looking around the group. "Ten!" he hisses at me. "Ten of them? What the fuck are you expecting of her?".... Calm him down........ His instinct is always to over-protect...."I'm expecting that she is going to rise to the challenge, probably enjoy herself because, as we have both learned, she loves to fuck, and in the process, she will earn herself a great deal of money.""How many women can handle ten?" Michael's voice is low, but demanding, insistent. He's not happy with me. "Even seasoned players would hesitate at that, and she's....".... Have I overdone it…?".... She's going to be fine," I finish for him. "And you and I are close by to make sure things don't get out of hand. Besi