Michael"I'll just pop down to the lobby," says James. "They should be waiting down there. Do you want to stay here and keep an eye on her?"In James' mirrored room, I light candles, straighten the sheets and bedcovers, set the heating to a comfortable level… Get the room beautiful for her....After a while, Charlotte ambles in, looking, as ever, amazing. As we picked her up, in student garb, jeans and a pullover, her hair in a ponytail, she looked good. Now, she looks astonishing.She's wearing white. I think James asked her to, and she's chosen a plain white cami in some fine silky material that shimmers and ripples in the gleam of the candles. Her hair is loose, brushed out until it crackles with electric, flowing around her down to waist and hip in a flaming stream. And unusually for her, she is elaborately made up, her eyes dark and smoky, her lips deeply red, matching her hair."Only you?" she says, frowning, looking around the room. "Where is he?"She's all but quive
JamesAnd she's enjoying herself. With a delighted chuckle, Charlotte twists, dropping onto all fours, now displaying her butt and thighs, the satin stretched tight, the sodden fabric all but useless as her thighs slick up with her juices. And she watches herself and us in the mirrors, gauging our reaction as, reaching under, she plays with herself.Borje is rubbing his crotch, Daniel is straining against his belt........ He'll calm her down a bit when he gets his turn....I suppress a smile as I think of her likely reaction when she first finds what Daniel is offering."Enough, Charlotte!" I try to steady my voice, but I'm having trouble. "You'll finish us all off before we've started." She pauses but is still watching us in the mirrors.Daniel interrupts. "Hey, can I?" Charlotte's eyes dart across to him. Daniel makes a striking figure; tall, lean and well built; his skin like polished ebony with eyes to match. I deliberately chose him as a partner to Borje for her, c
MichaelAnd now, to her rear, my erection pressed hard against her, I turn her to face the others, reaching around to untie the front laces. As the garment falls open, her breasts swing free, rosy nipples pebbling in my palms as I cup her, displaying her. In the mirrors, her pale skin catches the glimmer of the candles, her red hair turned to a flame by their light, and as she blindly pants, my arms curved around her as her beautiful breasts sit heavy in my hands.I slide the cami to the floor "Step out of it, Charlotte." Lifting first one foot and then the other, she stands, all but naked. And now, slipping fingers through the slim straps of her panties, I slip these down and away from her also.Beautiful, nude and smelling of the desire to be fucked, the press of her body against mine sends the pulse of her heartbeat thumping through me, adding to the pressure of my straining cock. My arms still about her, I play with her nipples, pinching hard enough to make her react, her
MichaelJames stands over his blind-folded sub. "Fair point. I thought the blindfold would increase her sensitivity to the occasion, but perhaps.... Charlotte, would you like to be able to see?""Yes, Master I would. I want to reach Michael, but I can't find him." She's feeling around the floor with her hands, beginning to flap a bit.Babe, I'm right beside you...."I'm here, Charlotte."James tussles with the knots behind her head and as the scarf falls away, she blinks against the sudden light, then from her position on all fours, looks up and around, seeing the group of us, ready for her.Daniel is still deep inside her, happily filling her pussy, but from hands and knees, she looks up at Borje, so different in appearance, towering above her. He looks down, enthusiasm writ large over both his face and his pulsing cock."Hello, Charlotte. We've not been introduced yet. I'm Borje. I'm looking forward to getting my cock up your ass while.... while one of these guys is up
MichaelHer body swaying in time with the two men fucking her, she whimpers and groans, her sounds muffled by my shaft. Her eyes are wild, pupils huge against the green and her long hair sways with the movements like copper fire.I'm going to come soon. The pressure's rising at the base of my shaft and Charlotte must be sensing it. Her eyes slide up to me and she reaches out with one hand to massage my cock and balls. And she's good.... She knows just where to rub at the base of my shaft, increasing the tension.... and....Oh.... Godddd........ As I release and shoot, Charlotte Mmmms through her mouthful of cum, a deep throaty noise that hums through me, intensifying my climax........ and I can't stand anymore. I pull free of her, a viscous trail of cum dripping from her lips and down her chin as I do so.Daniel all but scrabbles from underneath her. "Hey, my turn. Let me out. No offence, Charlotte." he says, positioning himself to take my place at her mouth, "You feel
MichaelBorje, Daniel and Gordon, picking themselves up from the floor, shower down, dress and depart, Daniel, I note, giving Charlotte a long look as he leaves.Did James see that?I don't think so....Should I say something?Mmmm....The fire's blazing and it's the most natural thing in the world to settle down together. Charlotte, now bathed and looking less as though she has travelled a war zone, nestles against me. She smells clean and fresh and having her warmth against me is the sweetest thing in the world.James walks in with a tray bearing a bottle and three glasses. "You might check your bank balance tomorrow," he says to Charlotte. "They were all very appreciative and said that they will be happy to contribute to your College Fund anytime you are in town.""That's good to know, Master," she replies. The tone of her voice is fine but snuggled against me, her body tenses. "And thank you for arranging it, but you do understand that that is not why I do it?""O
MichaelThey make a handsome couple as they enter the restaurant. Charlotte is by no means short for a woman, five feet eight or nine, but she still looks up to him. Michael doesn't often dress formally, but when he does wear a suit, he carries it well. Some heavily-built men can't carry a suit properly, but Michael wears his with ease and she looks good on his arm.I walk slightly apart from them, to the outside world, a family friend perhaps.*****Back in the apartment, Charlotte hovers, her gaze flicking between the two of us. Michael holds out his hand to her and I follow his lead. Her expression mesmerised, together, we lead her into the mirrored room.Michael pulls her towards himself, turning her a little so that I stand behind her, he before her.He strokes her face. "You're so beautiful," he says, "But there are many beautiful women. I know there's more to you than that."Interesting thing to say....Am I missing something?I think I am....She sighs, turn
JamesI enter the lobby of Haswell building, heading across to the Concierge, a pretty blond girl, whose name tag declares her to be 'Cara' and who sort-of-knows-me from my numerous visits here. But as I cross the floor, a man, a stranger to me, stands from the reception seating, holding out his hand to shake."Mr Alexanders? Ah, good morning. I am Duncan Brady. Thank you for coming in. I was asked to meet you here." "I was expecting to see Bob Moran?""You were, but we've had a bit of a hitch and Mr Haswell asked me to meet you instead. I'm to take you up to his office."Haswell? Wants to talk to me?"Mr Haswell? Richard Haswell? The CEO?""That's right. He'd like a chat with you."Brady ushers me to the elevator and instead of going to one of the conference rooms where I was to have my meeting with Bob Moran, the Technical Director; I am taken to the Fifth Floor, the Directors' level.A pleasant looking woman at a desk waves us through. "He says to go straight in,