Mastering Charlotte

Chapter 17

Michael

I’m still in two minds about James’ venture. On the one hand, Charlotte seemed comfortable this morning. On the other, the idea of having paid for her….

paid It just doesn’t sit comfortably with me.

But those eyes….

At the Centre, I’m busy, but through the day the image of her face keeps returning to me; that startled, wide-eyed look as she looked up at me and took in James’ meaning as he introduced me.

But she seemed bashful, shy; not scared. Certainly, she wasn’t afraid of James.

And he’s asking me to…. what? Supervise? Oversee?

And that hair….

I’d love to f**k with you….

My phone pings. It’s James.

pingson our way back to hotel. u goin to come?

Temptation battles with conscience.

Temptation wins.

yes. wot time?

c u 40 minutes lobby

ok. she good?

yes. all good

I shower down and put on a clean shirt and pants, then make my way to the hotel.

It’s not a long wait. Five minutes after I arrive, James appears at the door with Charlotte on his arm. They’re dressed casually, in jeans and tee-shirts and she has that fresh-faced been-out-in-the-fresh-air look about her.

Standing to greet them, “Hello, James. Good evening, Charlotte. You had a good day I hope?”

“Yes, lovely.” Charlotte is doing her best to smile, but her voice comes out as a squeak and she is looking anywhere except at my face.

I meet James’ eyes, asking the question, but he seems quite relaxed, simply flashing his brows at me.

In the elevator, I try not to be too obvious about watching her. It’s not difficult as she still won’t look at me.

Yesterday you were a virgin and now you’re expecting to have s*x with two together….

But still, she doesn’t seem stressed; simply expectant, poised…. and shy.

In the privacy of the apartment, James gestures her through to the bathroom. His manner is firm with her, but not bullying.

“You will find some clothes in there that I would like you to wear.”

He’s making it clear that she’s expected to do as she’s told, but she accepts it happily enough, nods and vanishes. As the door closes, he moves around the room lighting candles, then turns off the main light and goes through to what I assume is a bedroom.

As he returns, the two of us alone now for the first time since he bought her, “So, tell me?” I ask.

He nods, holding up a bottle of red and a glass towards me, c*****g his head in question.

“Yes, I will, thanks. But now, tell me.”

tellHe glances at the bathroom door, keeping his voice low. “After you and I…. had words…. the other day, I took on board what you said. About her age, her experience, the ethics of all this. But…. I’d already paid the deposit to attend the auction, so I went to look anyway. Michael….” He paces up and down, rubbing the back of his neck. “Michael…. when she came up to the podium, she had me spellbound. I mean, you’ve seen her now, you must see why?” He glances at me.

“Of course I can see it.”

He nods, looking a little more comfortable. “She’d got me, but I didn’t bid. I just watched what was happening. And gods, but was she scared. It was written all over her. She was really frightened. And your words kept running through my head. In the end, I decided you were right and I was about to leave. But as I stood up, I saw Finchby was bidding on her, and I went for it….”

really He hesitates….

Asking for my approval….?

“Dare I ask how much you’ve paid?”

He looks sheepish. “Um…. I’d rather you didn’t. Let’s say that she’s being well enough paid that I have no qualms about asking her to do anything you or I would like her to.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

really“And last night? You think you got the real thing? A virgin?”

“Yes, I do.”

His face softens to an expression I simply don’t associate with James. “Was it good?” I ask.

His eyes meet mine, alight. “Michael, it was spectacular…. And not just for me. She enjoyed it too. I’m sure she did. I did everything I could think of to relax her and make it as good for her as I could.”

spectacularThe bathroom door clicks open and hesitating on the threshold, Charlotte reappears, wearing the ‘clothes’ that James told her to wear.

In truth, I think James has told her to wear them simply so she feels more comfortable, because they hide nothing; in a sheer, translucent wrap and stockings, her body is quite visible through the fabric; the curve of her breasts, the line of her waist and hip, the splash of red at her thighs. Her hair is brushed long and loose; her face is elaborately made up and she wears a heavy jewelled collar at her neck.

And she looks simply amazing, utterly breath-taking.

She hovers at the door, clearly nervous again.

James meets my eyes and as he offers her wine, together we switch on our smiles.

“Relax a little, Charlotte.” he says “You look beautiful. Come join us. Let us look at you.” She doesn’t speak, sipping wine. I think the glass gives her something to do with her hands.

There is a full-length mirror on one of the walls. James guides her to it and I follow, wondering what is in his mind. For all our years-long friendship, I’m seeing a new side to him.

Standing behind her, he holds her lightly at the shoulders, pointing her to her own reflection, which flickers gold in the candlelight.

“Look at yourself, Charlotte. Don’t you think you are beautiful? Imagine how I feel, having you here. How Michael feels.” His voice is soft and low. James has a cultured voice anyway, with the kind of deep tones that women love. Speaking well comes naturally to him, but now I see him using it deliberately; seducing her…. enticing her….

He doesn’t just want her. He wants her to want him….

And me….

My c**k is stirring, but I resist my own arousal.

Take it easy….

As she looks at her own reflection, James and I visible behind her, Charlotte’s lips part and her eyes grow large.

James meets my gaze again, eye-pointing me. We each take her by an arm, guiding her.

The room James has chosen is mirrored, again lit by candles and contains little but a very large bed. And I’ve got to admit, it looks lovely. Charlotte looks around the room, her eyes wide as she sees herself, James and I in a thousand reflections.

Is this standard hotel fare?

Or did he pay to have it installed for the week?

How much has he paid for all this?

How has he paid for all this?And he couldn’t even have been sure he would win the bidding....

Does he want to play it as normally do? I think he does. I follow his lead as we position her between us, he before her, me behind. I keep a soft hold on her myself, my hands resting on her hips.

James is being careful with her; I can see the difference. Normally, with a woman like this between us, he would be being forceful, but Charlotte, he pulls gently towards him, brushing his lips against hers before he turns her, presenting her to me.

She’s not scared; I can see that, so I open my mouth over hers, and her breathing hitches.

“Watch yourself.” murmurs James, his hands resting on her waist. “And us. Watch yourself in the mirrors. See what we are doing to you. Watch what you do to us.”

His eyes meet mine in signal and I untie the belt of her translucent robe, sliding the silky garment away from her to leave her all but naked between us.

Her sheer beauty is captivating. Her skin, so pale, is gilded by the candlelight, contrasting against my tan as my hands, and James’ too, glide over her. He cups her breasts, presenting them to me as I stoop to suckle at her n*****s, deep bronze in the glimmer-glow.

Still she feels relaxed; no tension to her and I have no sense of any discomfort; so, I allow my hands to roam her flat stomach, the vee of her thighs, her curls which, even redder in the dim lighting, glisten moistly with her growing arousal.

And she is arousing….

isJames leaves her to me, taking a seat to watch as I drop to my knees, exploring her with fingers and tongue. Her s*x is growing pungent and her thighs slick.

“Charlotte,” says James, “turn a little. I want to see you.”

As I follow her movement, he continues, “Good girl. Now play with your n*****s. Pinch them and roll them. Get them hard for me.”

And she responds to his words. As he speaks, a flood of wet heat flows over my fingers, and her p***y is swelling and unfolding.

You’re a true Sub, aren’t you…. You’re enjoying being controlled….

She’s beginning to judder at the hip, and as I push up and in to scrape at her g-spot, she staggers, squealing

“What…? How….?”

I chuckle to myself.

So that’s one thing James didn’t do last night….

“It’s your g-spot, Charlotte,” I tell her. “I love making women jump that way; more so when they don’t expect it.”

I pull back, so I can watch her face while I work her inside with my fingers. She clearly doesn’t know how to handle it. Inside, she is twitching and clutching around me, but unable to stand, she loses her balance, grabbing at my shoulders as she totters.

“That’s okay, Charlotte,” I say. “Lean on me. Let’s get you nice and liquid before James and I f**k you.”

And as I speak, she floods again. She’s so responsive, so open. Her p***y is coming alive around my fingers, welling hot and slippery, her juices running over my hand and her thighs.

soTime to work you up a bit more….

My fingers still playing her, her p***y dancing to my tune, I start to thumb at her clit. She’s losing all control, her knees and hips quivering and bucking.

“Time to get you off your feet Girl, I think. What do you reckon, James?”

“Couldn’t agree more.”

I stand to meet James as together, we sweep her onto the bed. She’s smiling widely as we pull her to kneel upright between us. James pulls her back against himself, supporting her against his chest, his fingers opening her to me, scissoring between her lips to offer me her cunt and clit.

He whispers something to her, his face pressed close by hers and she opens her legs to me, parting her knees wide.

My erection is pressing hard inside my clothes. It’s becoming uncomfortable and I’m going to have to undress soon. And as I drop between her thighs to taste her, James all the while is talking quietly to her.

“Watch him. Watch his tongue curl around your clit. Look in the mirrors. He’s tasting you; your sweet p***y. Just as I did last night. As I’m going to again in a little while, when he has made you ready for me. Are you wet, Charlotte?”

Her reply is choked, barely coherent. She’s in full flow and I lap and lick at her lemony, briny nectar. With every movement of my tongue, she quakes and trembles. I’d like to tongue-f**k her, but I don’t have the angle to reach her properly. James sees this.

“Can you support yourself on your feet? Lift your hips upwards?” he says to her. “I’ll help support you.”

“I think so, Master.”

“Good, one, two, now.” James heaves, lifting her, simultaneously parting her legs further.

nowI can’t help but smile as I look up, then return my attention to the beautiful pink, swollen and glistening p***y now perfectly presented to me.

“Excellent,” says James to her, “now he can really get at you. But you’re not allowed to c*m. Not yet. Do you understand? You can’t c*m yet. I want to watch you awhile longer.”

She hesitates, then sounding doubtful, says, “I think so, Master, but I’m not sure how to stop it.” And now, with real access to her, I’m swiping deep inside her, licking her out, swiping inside her wet heat and the salty, citrus tang of her, as her flesh quivers and shakes around me.

“Don’t worry. I’ll stop it. And so will Michael. You’re not going to c*m until you’ve earned it.”

“How do I earn it, Master?” Her voice is breathy, trembling.

He chuckles. “You going to suck us both off, and you’re going to f**k and be f****d by both of us.” As he speaks, Charlotte responds, her body flexing almost by the word from him. His words are working havoc on her and there is a rising tension in her flesh. Her orgasm is imminent and if James overdoes it, playing with her head....

“Tell me, Charlotte.” he continues. “Which of us do you want to c*m in your mouth?”

She spasms into climax, pelvis bucking, and gushing over my face. Grabbing a tight hold of her hips, I press in, sucking and mouthing at her, stretching it out for her as she screams and strains between us. She tastes wonderful, and the pungency of her orgasm washes over me as she rides the wave, wailing as she struggles against my grip.

As the moment passes, James, sounding a trifle disgruntled, mutters, “So much for self-control. You weren’t supposed to do that, Charlotte, but I’ll forgive you since I pushed you over the edge myself. Now, to repeat my question, which of us is going to c*m in your mouth Charlotte? Your choice.”

Still panting, her chest heaving, she says “I don’t know, Master.”

“Not a good answer. Let’s see if we can help. Michael, if you would…”

And now, I don’t hesitate. It is so transparent that she is not afraid of us. And my c**k is aching. Pulling her forward by the wrists onto all fours, I position her so she can see me. Then, standing, I undress, letting her watch as I do so.

achingHer eyes follow my every movement, pupils large and black in their emerald setting. And James watches her watching me.

“Like what you see?” I ask.

Climaxed or not, she’s still aroused. She nods, panting, her eyes roaming my body, drawn to my erection.

And now James is also undressing. “Enjoying yourself, Charlotte?” he asks. “I said I’d look after you. If you’re going to f**k for f*****g’s sake, it might as well be with someone good-looking.”

Her eyes are fixed on my c**k.

You want it? You’ve got it….

As I present myself to her, James is spearing her from behind, one hand twisting into her hair, pulling her head back.

“Open wide, Charlotte,” he says.

She misses his meaning, opening her legs wider, and our eyes meet as we both grin at her misunderstanding “Good girl,” he says, “but I meant at the other end.”

otherAs he thrusts in hard, she gasps, her lips parting and I press against her mouth, but I don’t try to push in. I should have thought to ask earlier, but she doesn’t look as if she did this with James yesterday. This is her first time at giving head.

“Suck it, Charlotte,” says James. “Lick it.”

She looks daunted. I’ve never really thought about it before, but I suppose the size of an erect p***s could be alarming to a woman, at least when she’s being asked to get her mouth around it. I hold my position, letting her set the pace.

She licks at my cockhead, not exactly timidly, but with an air of experimentation.

And it feels amazing.

amazingWhy should it feel different to any other time when some woman has done me the favour of giving me fellatio?

Her inexperience? Her beauty? Her willingness to try?

tryI don’t know, but as her warm tongue laves my cockhead, it shudders through me, tightening my balls and leaving me gasping for air. I’m streaming….

You’ve never tasted pre-c*m before either, have you….

But she laps it up, seeming to enjoy it, all the while trying to stay in physical contact with me, despite having James pumping her from behind, rocking her body to and fro.

He’s watching her, his hands kneading at her ass as he f***s her. But his eyes are soft, and he’s smiling as he watches her.

smiling“Very good, Charlotte.” he says.

This isn’t the James I’m used to….

And now, happy that she’s comfortable with me, I press in. My erection is pressured, my c**k rock-hard and her jaw strains as she opens wider to take me. Slowly, very slowly, I thrust, as softly as I can, to gently face-f**k this red-haired beauty.

She’s beginning to struggle, her green eyes raising to meet mine as my stream increases and she struggles to swallow.

“Feel like a change, Michael?” asks James.

“Abso-fuckin-lutley.”

As we both pull free of her, exchanging our positions, James says, “I think I’ve decided, Charlotte. I’m going to be the one who comes in your mouth. But first, you have to lick me clean. Let’s get you trained up a little in the gentle art of c**k-sucking.”

To her rear, I push into wet heat, penetrating her, thrusting slowly.

“Feel that, Charlotte?” says James, presenting his shaft to her face. “That’s Michael f*****g you up the cunt. I know his habits; he won’t let himself c*m until he’s watched me shoot into your mouth. How do you feel about that?”

Her body shivers and quakes at his words, her p***y clutching at me. Gripping her hips, I keep myself steady, but all the while, her hot cunt snatches at me. She is really enjoying this….

really“I’m not sure, Master,” she says, but as I grit my teeth, trying to keep my control, James locks eyes with me, seeing my struggle….

.“Now you know that’s not true, Charlotte,” he says. “We both saw how you just reacted. You might be a late starter, but you’re as turned-on as we are by this. You’re not a virgin now. You can release your inner w***e, and enjoy being f****d by two guys at once.”

And now he no longer presents himself to her. Instead, controlling her with a hand fisted into her hair, he guides her mouth over his c**k. “Lick me clean.” It’s not a request. He’s sounding much more like the Dom he is, and seeing her reaction to the pair of us, I’m not going to try to stop him.

His shaft still coated in her own juices, Charlotte draws her tongue over the length, lapping at the head and sucking at the drop of pre-c*m at the tip. To my surprise, she even slips her tongue into the slit, James taking a deep breath as she does so.

“That’s it, Girl. Keep going.” he mutters….

He’s brinking….

My own climax is rising, the tension building as I watch Charlotte lapping and licking at James’ c**k. I struggle not to come yet, to draw it out, to extend this experience…

I want to watch as James….

He convulses, the muscles of his stomach rippling as he gasps, “Open your mouth wide.”, then almost immediately pushes between her lips.

She’s struggling to cope. He’s pushed deep into her and she’s spluttering, and yet still, for all that this is new to her, she’s still not sounding distressed. He’s got her pinned by the hair, moving her head over his c**k to match his own rhythm as she squirms and wriggles. But she’s not trying to escape. If anything, she looks to be embracing the experience.

With a jerk and a quiver, he shoots, bending over, groaning as he does so. Most of it’s in her mouth, but some escapes, trickling down her face as he spills into her.

As he finishes, he withdraws, tilting her face up to his. “Turn to the mirror,” he says. “Look at Michael.”

In the reflection, she looks wonderful; still on all fours, with James’ c*m trickling from her chin, mascara running and ‘just-f****d’ hair. Deep inside her still, I continue my thrusting.

“Are you going to swallow?” I ask her.

Her throat ripples and with a finger, she wipes a glutinous thread back between her lips.

“Like it?” I ask.

She nods.

Oh…. Wow....

“Want some more?”

She nods again.

I’m going to blow very soon, my control all but gone. But I want nothing more than to shoot between those lips, spill over her tongue. I pull out of her sopping cunt with a squelching noise.

Jeez…. she’s flooding….

“James, would you mind? Quickly now. I can’t hold on long.”

Once more we switch places.

“Charlotte, on your back.” orders James.

She starts to turn over, but James, seeing that I’m about to blow, helps me flip her over. Hastily, I straddle her, pushing my c**k, slippery with her honey, into her widely smiling mouth.

For a moment she looks dismayed again….

Okay, I’m well hung….

…. She’ll figure it out….

In the mirrors I see James dropping behind me, his face pushed between her thighs, and f*****g her with a hand. Her mouth opens in an ululating howl, and I present myself a little more closely to her, but not too closely, trying to give her time to adjust.

tooAnd she does. Her green-eyed gaze suddenly locks onto mine and she grins, so far as she can with my shaft at her mouth, wrapping her lips around my cockhead, sucking and tonguing at me enthusiastically. I can’t say it’s the most expert blow-job I’ve ever had, but she’s just learning, and her obvious pleasure is a joy in itself.

She"s lapping me up and loving it.

lovingIt’s too much. I want to hang on, but I can’t. I push inside, and the sight of my c**k pushed between those lips, her gorgeous eyes looking up at me, pupils huge and black against green, as she wraps her mouth around me, is too much.

Explosively, I come, spurting hard into her mouth. Her eyes, if it were possible, widen even further as she takes my load, and hastily I pull out before I choke this inexperienced girl. She is still swallowing and licking her lips as I spray my last shot over her face.

And she laughs as I splash over her, a sound of sheer delight, then, her head flinging back, mouth opening in a wide wail, she comes again, her body bucking and heaving under mine. James presses further in, still working her p***y with face and fingers as she cries out, her belly muscles pulsating against my thighs.

laughs And finally, she screams, “Stop. Stop. Please stop.”

James instantly withdraws, and she collapses back onto the bed, eyes squeezed closed, still twitching in the aftermath of orgasm.

James, kneeling up, stroking her stomach, meets my eyes, grinning with a ‘Told you!’ expression. He tilts his head in question at me. I can only nod as I return his grin.

Told you!Charlotte finally relaxes, opening her eyes. James laughs down at her, “We can call that a success then?”

Still panting, she just nods, but she’s smiling broadly as, chest heaving, she stares up at the ceiling.

Jeez….

I mop myself down with a towel and James unhooks robes, tossing one apiece to me and Charlotte. “I’ll just get the wine.” he says, stepping out of the room.

Sitting beside the russet-haired beauty laid out beside me, she’s staring up at me, looking a little doubtful.

Wondering if she’s performed ‘to standard’?

I lean across, kiss her on the lips, making it as soft and warm as I know how. “Charlotte, that was amazing. Thank you.”

Her smile blooms like sunshine, and suddenly, she looks like a young girl again, praised by the teacher.

James returns with the wine-bottle and three glasses, pours and hands them around, then joins us on the bed.

For long minutes, none of us speaks. We simply sit together, enjoying the….

…. the what….?

The camaraderie?

The descent from climax?

I’m not sure. But the moment enfolds us. James, one hand slipped into her robe, I think cupping a breast, leans against her, his head resting on her shoulder….

I’ve never seen him do that before….

I’ve never seen him do before….I simply sit close, stroking her hair. At length, I say, “I don’t know what I expected, but that wasn’t it.”

that“I didn’t know either,” says Charlotte. “But it was just glorious, wasn’t it?”

She was a virgin yesterday?

…Really…?

…. Yes, I think she really was….

James speaks. “Charlotte, I think we all know you enjoyed that, as of course, so did we, but it is something you would want to do again?”

Her gaze moves between the pair of us before she says, carefully, “With you and Michael you mean? Yes, I think so.”

“I was thinking of more than that. You have already pushed your boundaries in the last two days. Do you want to push them further?”

He’s giving her the choice….

…. as he promised….

…. What is she going to say?

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“I am suggesting more than just me and Michael,” says James. “How adventurous do you want to be?”

She swallows hard. “I wouldn’t be hurt?”

He strokes her breast. “No, of course not, although….” he pauses, “…. you might want to explore that. But it would always be your choice. You can stop anything that is happening by simply saying so.”

And now she looks baffled. “I don’t follow you?”

“You’ve heard of b**m?”

Alarm crosses her perfect features. “Isn’t that whips and stuff?”

James is clearly choosing his words carefully. “Yes, it is, but it comes in degrees and the Sub - you - always has the say on how far things go…. How can I explain? Ah, yes….”

youThe hand he has cupping her breast, pinches at a n****e, squeezing hard and she squeals. But her body twists, curving into him and he chuckles. “See? It hurts, but you like it.”

Her breath hitches. Very obviously, it aroused her. And she’s smiling.

He’s right. She’s not afraid at all….

“How far do you want to go, Charlotte?” I ask.

She sips her wine, thinking hard, her eyes darting between me and James, then, “I’ll go all the way. Take me down the rabbit hole.”

The Story Continues In

‘Allies’