032

SCOTT

At some point we men seemed ready to continue by a general, unspoken consensus. I was feeling like very little would be needed to fuck again. The others seemed the same way. Sam kissed Chantelle and told her he'd like me to be in her cunt, Bill in her bottom and for her to suck him and asked if this would be okay to her.

"Oui, Monsieur. I have no doubt I shall enjoy it as much as Marcia."

While we were ready, we weren't quite ready, if you take my meaning; so three slaves went to their knees to rectify the situation. Julia was sucking me. She not only got me hard, she got me rigid. I got on the bed and Chantelle got on with me. She was a lovely woman, who I'd greatly enjoy fucking.

"Monsieur, I see you're ready," she said.

"Just waiting for you. May I taste you for a moment before you mount me."

"Oui, Monsieur," Chantelle smiled.

She moved up my chest and swung her leg over my face, opening herself to my mouth. I lapped at her folds for a few minutes until Chantelle was panting,