Mastering Charlotte

Chapter 3: Friends, Part 3, Seven Years Ago

Michael

“Chloe, this is James. James, this is Chloe. I think the two of you would enjoy getting to know each other."

He stands to look down at her, very casual but every inch the Dom. “Hello, Chloe." He's not smiling, exactly, but there's a softness around his eyes. “Nice to meet you." And now, in this situation, I notice the deep, rich tone of his voice; the kind that makes women wet in their panties.

“Hello, nice to meet you too.... Sir."

His eyes briefly meet with mine, then he sits beside her, stroking her displayed butt. “What are your safe-words, Chloe?"

Straight to the point....

“May I use yellow and red, Sir?"

“Ideal." He's looking her over. “Show me yourself, Chloe."

“Show myself?"

“Yes, show me yourself. We've not met before and, while you have a very nice ass, I'd like a better look at you. You were showing everyone a few minutes ago. Now… show me.... on your knees. We both want to see you."

She rolls over, kneeling up on the bed and looking a little uncertain, but a flush is rising over her skin again, and she's sweating. She cups her breasts, playing with the n*****s, which crinkle and pebble.

As she performs, James stands, checking out one of the wall-racks, and extracts a flogger from the choice available. Leather-made, the tresses are soft and velvety, and in the hands of someone who knows what he's doing can deliver anything from a love-kiss to a lashing.

Chloe glances at him, nervously....

This is what she wanted....

He trails the flogger tails over her shoulders and she shivers, pausing.

“Did I tell you to stop?"

“No, Sir"

“Then carry on."

She resumes her work on her n*****s. James glances towards me, raising a questioning brow.

“Lower," I say.

“You heard him, Chloe. Michael wants to see more. Start working your clit."

She's dripping with sweat now, her lips parted, and as James draws the soft tresses along her spine, her pupils widen. But her fingers glide to the vee of her thighs, sliding inward.

Jeez....

Fuck, I'm gonna shoot if I'm not careful....

.... Get some f*****g self-control, Man....

“Open your lips with one hand," instructs James. “Play with your clit with the other. We want to see what you're doing."

I'm getting a little uneasy on my feet. James glances towards me, then briefly down to where my c**k is straining. His lips twitch as his eyes flash back to mine.

He flicks at the girl with the flogger, frisking it over her spine. Clearly, it doesn't hurt her....

He does know what he's doing with that thing....

.... and she shudders, whimpering.

“Down on the floor, Chloe; on your knees."

Without a word, she obeys him, kneeling down on the thick floor mat.

Do I want her to kneel for me?

No, not really....

But f**k, it's hot watching him make her do it....

He meets my eyes again, knotting his hand into her hair. “My friend here wants his c**k sucked. Let me see that mouth of yours doing its job." He pushes her face towards me as I offer her my c**k. I really, really want to put it somewhere....

My shaft twitching as her lips part, she laps her tongue around the head, licking at the ridge. Locking eyes with James, he sucks in a smile as he watches her, before she takes my cockhead fully into her mouth and I fling my head back, eyes closed, hands clasped behind my neck, lost in the sheer pleasure of having a beautiful woman kneeling for me and giving head.

Should I let go? Watch her swallow?

No, don't come yet.... She comes first.

I open my eyes again at James' voice. “On all fours now, Chloe. Let us both at you." Compliantly, she falls from her kneeling position onto her hands, but slowly, taking me with her as I drop to the floor too, James still with his hand in her hair, controlling her.

“Michael, do you want to go any deeper?" he asks, his tone as though Chloe isn't present to listen or have any say.

“No, I'm fine."

What would he have done if I'd said yes…?

He continues to trail the falls of the flogger over her skin. It's still a caress, a kiss of her skin with the suede-like leather, but there's something in his eyes that tells me that's about to change. His gaze meets mine again; only for a second, but he's holding his whip-hand back, warning me of what's coming. Hastily, I pull out from between Chloe's teeth.

“Ass up, Chloe," he says. “Head down."

He flicks the tails at her butt. It can't possibly hurt her, again a lick rather than a lash; a warning only, but her eyes fling wide and she gasps. He follows up with another stroke, harder this time as it streaks across her skin. She whimpers, but still she arches and presents herself.

Now James brings it across her hard. She yells and trembles, but still doesn't try to pull away. Scarlet stripes line her previously creamy ass and her p***y is glistening, a trickle running inside her thighs. James pauses, eye-pointing me downwards and I sit on the floor beside her, reaching in from the front to play with her clit as, her head flung back, she moans and wails.

James reaches into his pocket, pulls out a packet and, ripping the foil in his teeth, pulls his c**k from his straining pants. Fitting the condom, he drops to his knees between her legs, roughly pushing her feet further apart, and plunges deep in.

Leaning into her, he pumps her hard as I work her clit. Her build-up to climax is unmistakable and as she ramps up her arousal, her howls grow louder.

And she comes, her face and shoulders dropping to the mat as she screams and struggles. James is gripping her hard by her still upraised ass, and I work her clit until she finally screams, “Yellow!"

My own c**k straining, I don't want to wait any longer. Her mouth is still open as she yells and thrashes through her orgasm. I stand, pull her up at the shoulders again to kneel upright in front of me, and shove inside.

It's sheer heaven. Her wails are muffled as I push the ridge of my c**k head back and forth over the wet heat of her lips and tongue. I'm going to blow quickly.

James is close too, kneeling upright behind her as he f***s her from behind. His eyes move between his own c**k pumping her, and mine in her mouth. Our eyes meet and he grins, and uncontrollably, so do I.

His eyes squeezing closed, with a groan, he bends forward, his hands resting on her back as he shudders into her. Only a moment or two later, I spurt and spill, shooting a salvo over her tongue and then another over her face as I pull away a little to let her breathe and swallow. And I get a final slug into the back of her mouth as she takes me again, sucking hard.

Gasping, I pull free. James is doing the same, grabbing a roll of tissue and wiping the sweat from his face. He tosses it down to Chloe and me, then sits on the bed, trying to zip himself up.

I join him, pulling her up and to me by the shoulders, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Chloe. That was great."

“Anytime, Michael. That was fantastic. And thanks too, um, James, is it?"

He nods, not smiling at her, but his eyes are crinkled. “Yes, James."

“It's a shower, and a beer for me," I say. “Want to join us, Chloe?"

“No, thanks," she says. “I've got the boyfriend out there. He'll be wanting his turn now."

Sure enough, there's a man waving to her from the viewing galleries. “You should have said. He could have joined us."

“No, he just likes to watch me get fucked."

“Fair enough. Another time then?"

“My pleasure," she grins, collecting her clothes together and pulling them on.

As she leaves, I turn to James. “Fancy that beer?"

“Sounds good," he says, swiping a hand through his hair. “Shower first though, I think."

“How about a shower and a swim?"

“They've got a pool here?"

“No, not here."

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