James
553 Words
James
“Would you like some help with that, Master?”
I look up from the sizzle of browning beef. “I don’t need any help, thank you Charlotte, but I’d enjoy your company. Why don’t you pour a glass of wine and pull up a chair.” I wave out of the room with my spatula. "You’ll find a bottle breathing by the fire in the lounge."
Her smile blossoms and she exits to returns a minute later with the bottle. “A glass for you too, Master?”
“I will, thank you.”
She doesn’t fetch a chair, instead perching on the end of the kitchen counter, her legs swinging as she tastes the wine. “What are you making?”
“Beef and mushroom casserole. There’s a chilly breeze out there. Michael will appreciate a hot meal inside him when he’s done.” I toss mushrooms into the pot then snap fingers at Charlotte for the bottle. A good glug of wine….
…. and maybe another….
I slide the pot into the oven and bang the door closed. “There. An hour or so and that’ll be done. Now….”
I straighten up to see Charlotte eyeing me. Her wineglass hovers just below her mouth and her teeth gleam just above the rim.
I know that look….
“Finished, Master?”
The question is innocence itself. The sparkle in her eye is anything but. Her legs are still swinging from the work-top, but are, oh, ever-so-slightly, parted.
A gentleman always takes a hint….
My palms between her knees, I push her legs apart, easing myself between them and leaning in close to my horny-eyed sub.
“And what can I do for you, Madam?”
More teeth show as the smile grows wider, so I take the glass from her hand, setting it to one side, then push her skirt back and up above her thighs. Her scent billows up….
Ready to be f****d….
“Would you like to wait for Michael?”
“He’s going to be a while yet, Master. He said he was going out for some supplies for the restaurant.” Those teeth gleam wider. "And I thought he might like me to help him later in the shower…"
There’s nothing more certain….
“…. So, for now….” Her hands curve around my neck….
My c**k is doing pole-vaults.
No time like the present….
“Lift your hips,” I mutter, reaching in. The grip on my neck grows tighter and her ass rises a little, enough for me to pull her panties down. Backing off a touch, I tug them off, tossing them to one side.
Mmmm…. Table-ender quickie….
Delicious….
My shaft is making ungracious demands for release and I’m happy to oblige, undoing my zipper to liberate my erection. “Hands around my neck again,” I say, pulling her butt to the edge of the counter, and guiding myself into her already sopping and scented p***y.
With each palm cupping a warm cheek, I pull her close. With her fingers clasped behind me, it’s smooth and easy and oh, sooo….
Aaahhhh….
I slide into her, with a tight and delectable stretch as my flesh opens hers.
Resting my chin on her shoulder, I murmur, “Are you missing your husband while I f**k you?”
“I’m appreciating my Master.” She reaches for my mouth with her own, her kiss passionate as I pump her and her hips piston to take me.….
Outside, the wind is rising. Windows rattle and there’s the bang of a door….
Should have locked it….
In a while….
…. But here it’s warm and safe, and I have everything a man could wish….
*****
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