Chapter Fourteen - Michael
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Chapter Fourteen - Michael
She obeys him, arms outstretched, breasts pressing against the granite surface, her pale ass presented. She’s a lovely sight from behind, the spread of her hips tapering to a waist still taut and narrow after her first child. Her hair fans out, copper-red and silken over the counter.
I push her down, my palm between her shoulder blades, then shove her ankles apart with my bare feet. As her thighs open, the tang of her arousal billows up. James watches, his normally dark eyes even darker, creasing at the corners.
“I think she’s ready for you now, James.”
“I’d say you're right.” He stands behind her, a cheek cupped in either hand, then runs palms over her, massaging, soothing, sliding from the firm flesh of her rump, up and over her waist, her ribs, her shoulders, then back again, outlining her with his touch as he goes.
He has her quivering when, standing back, open-handed, he slaps her across the butt. Not hard, but enough to get her attention. Charlotte gasps, jarring with the sting, and would rise. But I pin her, my hand pressing between her shoulders. “No one said you could move.”
James swats again. He’s still not serious about it. Charlotte inhales sharply but doesn't move.
“That's better,” he says. “Learn to behave yourself. Grip the edge of the counter.” He leans over her, his chest against her spine. His face close by hers, “I'm going to make your ass burn. When it's glowing, Michael's going to f**k you and you're going to suck me off. Yes?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Michael, why don't you stand where you can see properly. I'm sure you'd enjoy a good view of where you'll be sinking your cock.”
Charlotte's breath hitches and she doesn't see the smile tugging James’ lips as he watches her response. She's already pinking up, the blood rushing to her normally creamy skin, handprints beginning to bloom. Her p***y is pinker, the slit glistening.
James slaps again, harder. His palm connects with a smack that ripples flesh. He rubs at the reddening spot, then slaps again, hard. It has to sting him as much as her. Charlotte huffs and wheezes, but James is already bringing down another stroke.
This time, he’s really trying. Charlotte yelps and quivers. James mouths silent curses, shaking his open palm. I hide the laugh behind my hand.
“What do you say now, Charlotte?”
“Master?”
“You heard the first time.”
A pause… “Master, may I have another?”
“You may.” James swings and slaps. Long-limbed as he is, he swings his arm like a hitter going for the strike, and he connects with a Crack!
Charlotte howls, but her ass is scarlet and her vulva more so. The flesh is swollen and puffy and a thin stream gleams as it trickles down her thighs.
With an air of experiment, James dips in a couple of fingers, withdraws them slick and shiny, sucks them clean. “If you'll excuse me, Michael, this will be all yours shortly, but I'm not going to pass up an opportunity.” He drops to his knees then, a hand either side, peels her folds apart, opening up her p***y. Leaning back, he examines his handiwork, nostrils flaring. He inhales, exhales. “Lovely.”
Moving in, he sucks at her, licks at her, working his way from p***y to c**t and back again. Charlotte shudders and shakes…
Self-control failing?
I move around to help her out, pinning her at the wrists. “Your Master is taking his pleasure…” Charlotte’s face is almost as flushed as her backside. “… Behave yourself and stay still. Better yet…” I unbuckle, unbutton my fly and aim my shaft at her face. “Open up. James is going to finish in there, but I’ll start it off.”
She obeys, opening her mouth. Emerald eyes roll up to meet mine, the green shade intense, almost iridescent. Grabbing both her wrists into one hand, I shove between her teeth then, easing in and out, enjoy the contrast of the deep red of my shaft rimmed by the pale rose of her lips.
I'm streaming, so withdrawing for a moment, I swipe myself over her mouth and face, leaving shiny stripes of pre-c*m to glisten on her skin.
She’s getting noisier, always a good sign, and I strain to see what James is doing: nibbling on her c**t, I think, finger-f*****g her as he does so. Even if I didn’t want Charlotte’s mouth open, I doubt it would be closed as she twitches and whimpers.
The whimpers grow to moans. The twitching grows to shaking. She gasps and bucks, then with a shriek, spasms into orgasm…
That’ll do…
…
Fuck…
In under two seconds I go from controlled to inevitable. Balls tightening, groin tensing, I shoot, creaming into her still wailing mouth and over her tongue. A little c*m escapes to dribble from the corner of her lips. Another shot… And a third…
… And I’m finished…
For now…
James glances up… “You done?”
“Yup.”
… then swipes over his mouth and chin. “You’re taking both of us, Charlotte.” As he rises, he’s already unzipping, releasing his c**k. “Open wide.” He’s equally trigger-happy. Hands gripping into her hair, he pumps her. Less than a minute and, with a suppressed growl, he blows, withdrawing to spurt onto her face.
Done, he stands back, rezippering. “Nothing like a quickie when you’re in the mood.”
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