Mastering Charlotte

Chapter 23

Michael

It’s starting….

James and I exchange nods. I undress, and the pair of us move in to take our places close by her. Nodding around the group, he backs them off from her and they wait in the background.

He offers his c**k to her mouth, brushing against her lips as I finger her from behind….

…. you’re drenched….

…. and you really want to be f****d….

…. and you want to be f****d….James" voice is quiet, enough so that the others probably can’t hear him.

“Are you alright, Charlotte? You can handle this?”

“Yes, Master. I’m fine.” She’s reaching forward, wrapping her mouth around him. lapping at where he’s already seeping. As she does so, he rolls his eyes skywards, visibly hanging on to his control. As he lowers his gaze again, our eyes meet, and we grin.

You’re alright, Babe….

Let’s keep you simmering, eh….

As James talks to her, I entertain myself playing with her p***y lips. Her folds are swollen, hot and slick, running with juices that flow into her curls and lave the pale skin of her inner thighs.

“That’s Michael behind you right now,” continues James, his voice low, “but it’s going to be all of them. You’re okay with that?”

She’s got his c**k in her mouth, sucking on it like a kid with a popsicle. It might not be the most expert b*****b ever delivered, but her sheer gusto for it is a delight….

But she has to break away to reply. “Yes, Master. I’m fine with that. I…. I… want…”

Ah, Babe…. you want it badly, don’t you….

I work her a bit harder, tickling into her p***y, swiping circles around the inner muscles, giving her mini-f***s with my fingers. All the while she twitches and clenches around me, her flow hot over my skin….

Should I say it?

Yes, while she’s this aroused, yes….

I lean forward over her, pressing my body to her, my face close by hers, all the while toying with her cunt, keeping her going….

In her spread and bending position, I can see everything I want to, her ass displayed for me.

Are you ready for this…?

The idea of it…?

I’d love to get my c**k in there as well….

Briefly, very briefly, I run a finger over her asshole.

Close to her, I whisper, “Some of the men here tonight wanted to take you there….” I say

…. she shudders under me, the thump of her heartbeat banging through my chest….

“…. You would have one, perhaps even two in your mouth, and one in each entrance to the rear. But we didn’t allow that. James bought your virginity. I’m having your other virginity. But not now. Not tonight.”

otherHer cunt clenches around my fingers and a hot gush rinses across my palm….

Yeah, I thought you’d see it like that….

Let’s keep you feeling that way….

She’s back to sucking at James’ c**k and he’s beginning to look as though he might blow at any moment. I drop to my knees behind her, pulling her beautiful swollen p***y open with my fingers.

She is so wet. Her sheer desire to be f****d is a turn-on. Yes, I want to get inside her, eventually, but right now, I want to taste her, wash her nectar over my tongue and feel her react to me.

soright nowPlanting my mouth over her entrance I lick in deep, as deeply as I can. She squirms and moans, but her sounds are muffled….

…. James gagging her with his c**k…?

As I tongue-f**k her, her flesh dances and skips to my beat, her taste of brine and citrus intensifies, and she smells wonderful, pungent, aroused and….

wonderful, …. wanting me….

…. or them….

…. or ….At that thought, my stomach jolts, but all I want is to feel her dance for me. Slipping back the sheath of her clit, I work at her bud, her hips bucking and jerking with my movements….

“C’mon guys.” calls a voice. “She’s aching for it. Look at her. Someone give the girl a good fucking.”

…. Damn!

“Not just someone. Everyone.” says another voice. “We all want our turn. And I’m not sure how much longer I can hang on.”

Oh, f**k….

…. give her a good start anyway….

I stand, speaking loudly, letting them hear me. “God! Charlotte, you’re sopping. I don’t think you need any easing in, do you? You’re as ready as you could be.”

I’ve gotta get some relief….

And I slam into her, ramming her with my aching c**k. Her mouth is still plugged with James’ shaft and as he sees me move, his eyes widen. Through her mouthful, she yells as I plunge into her.

I don’t want to come now…

…. I want to finish you first….

…. but….

I withdraw, slapping her rump as I do so. “I’m not finishing in you so early, Charlotte. And anyway, I want to see you drink my c*m. Someone else can f**k you now.”

And they’re on her, stepping in to take my place. James, his c**k still in her mouth meets my eyes as Jed pushes into her. He’s big anyway, but the show has left him throbbing and huge.

He’s not hanging around. “Now then, Little Girl,” he says, positioning himself. “Let’s see how you handle a really big one.”

She reacts as he enters her, groaning and flexing against him. His shaft is huge. It’s got to be stretching her.

“Lots of girls can’t take me,” he says, “but I bet you can. That p***y of yours is just dripping.”

I’m trying to catch James’ eye, but he’s watching where she’s got her lips wrapped around his c**k, and where she’s gasping around it. But she’s not unhappy. Quite the opposite, as Jed thrusts into her, she’s swinging back to meet him.

“Oh yes, very nice.” he smiles down at her. “My compliments, Little Girl. A very fuckable cunt you’ve got there.” He’s pumping her, slowly, looking at her from behind, his eyes ranging over her body. “Yes, a nice tight fit, but comfortable for a man….”

…. I tense as he passes a finger over her asshole….

“…. I suppose you know that your Masters wouldn’t let us play in the backyard? What a shame. I’ll have to settle for making you yell this way.”

Her head is c****d. She’s listening to him, and then, as he abruptly changes gear, she yells. It doesn’t sound as though he’s hurting her, but she’s certainly at the edge, howling and screaming as he f***s her hard, gripping her with huge hands, filling her with his vastly engorged c**k before, leaning over her he falters, pauses and then grinds into her with a groan.

“Lovely, Little Girl. I might manage another one before the evening’s out, but if I don’t, it was well worth every penny. Good luck with that college of yours.”

He withdraws, to be immediately followed by Jack.

Jack is, let’s be kind, under-endowed. And following on from Jed, I doubt she can feel much if anything.

under-endowedJack f***s her briefly and shoots. It doesn’t look too impressive as a performance from the outside, and certainly, Charlotte seems underwhelmed by it. She’s obedient enough, accepting him as he pumps her from the back, but there’s no enthusiasm to her expression

There’s a reason they call him j******f at the clubs….

The rest of them are getting restive, muttering and grumbling as they must wait for their turn.

“I want to straddle her face, j******f into her mouth….”

“…. And I want to see her looking at me.”

“Yeah, I want to face-f**k her too. I’m paying for this. I want my money’s worth.”

James’ eyes meet mine again as he withdraws. “Take it easy with her, Gentlemen. You’ll all get your turn.”

…. that’s a change of tune….

But James stands back, nodding me to his side as they lift her, ripping away her blindfold to leave her blinking into the light. Her mascara is rubbed and smeared; her hair in grand disarray, but she still looks fabulous.

What does she see?

A group of men, all naked, most erect and certainly in s****l readiness. For a moment, a look of dismay crosses her face, but then she looks across at me and James and smiles again

They’ve got her on a bench, padded and quite comfortable, set at f*****g height; arms stretched back over her head, held by multiple hands at the wrists, her legs dangle the edge.

“Okay, who’s next for the head end? Who’s wants the tail?”

As they gather close to her, one I don’t recognise pushes between her legs, spreading her wide. I mutter to James next to me. “I don’t know all of this crowd. I assume you do?”

He nods. “I either know them,” he replies quietly, “or know of them. They’ll not run out of control. And if they did, that’s why we’re here….”

we’re“Who’s this one then?”

“He’s from one of the clubs out of town. He and I have…. um…. shared before…. Name of Brad. He’ll look after her now. You’ll see.”

sharedHer legs dangling loose, curving her spine awkwardly, a couple of them take a leg each, spreading her wide, holding her at the knees and thighs. With support, she arches again, this time presenting herself. Brad, between her legs, stretches her p***y open with his hand, briefly finger-f*****g her, thumbing at her clit.

“Gorgeous,” he says, as she squeals and wriggles. “Oh, you’re good for plenty more aren’t you? Tell you what, I don’t think you’ve c*m yet, have you? Let’s sort that out before I have my own.”

…. Good of him….

Now he works her harder, with his hands, probing inside her, playing with her bud. I begin to relax a bit again as Charlotte, hips bucking, screams and giggles under his attentions.

…. You really are good for more, aren’t you….

The rest of the group close by, Brad glances around. “Hold her lads. Stretch her open wide. Let’s all get a good view. Have we any pillows?” As cushions are passed across and shoved under her, angling her hips upwards even further, he produces a vibe. “Ready Girlie? I’m gonna make you scream….”

He’s looking right down at her; not like most of the others simply looking at her t**s and cunt, but into her face, her beautiful eyes.

He casts around at the stone arches, the vaulted ceilings. “…. You know why we use this place?”

She follows his gaze, her brow furrowing

“This is the old underground wine cellars of the building; really solid. Scream all you like. No-one’s gonna hear you.”

reallyFear flashes across her face and she turns to James, who simply shakes his head, lips pursed. She relaxes again and smiles, then shrieks and convulses as Brad kisses her p***y with the vibe.

Almost immediately, he stops, adjusts the setting to a lower power. “I’m turning the power down,” he explains to her. “Let’s stretch it out a bit shall we. Don’t want you popping your cork too quickly.”

Clustered around her, they’re getting serious. Some with their c***s stationed over her face and mouth, some watching Brad between her thighs, all ready to f**k her. Those near her face are streaming, and she laps upwards, mouthing towards them to lick away pre-come as it trickles down over her lips and skin.

As Brad turns the vibe onto her again, she writhes and stretches, her mouth wailing wide. Her body convulsing, she is pinned by hands at shoulder and hip, opened at the knee and thigh.

Now Brad sets his vibe to her clit, thumbing back the hood before, very briefly, touching it to her….

….and she shrieks….

shrieksIt’s a glorious sound, almost triumphant as she wails and shudders her way to c****x.

“That’s it, Girlie,” says Brad, grinning across and me and James. “Let’s hear you scream. Don’t mind if some of us take advantage of that open mouth, do you?”

And now they’re on her. As she howls and strains, two are working into her face, c***s pressed to her wide-stretched mouth, balls swinging against her skin and hair. Another is reaching past Brad and his vibe, finger-f*****g her, his hands glistening with her juices as he hooks upwards inside to scrape at her sweet-spot.

Charlotte, pinned and immobile can only quiver as her c****x builds. The tension is visible within her as her gaze transfers to James. He’s not exactly smiling, but his eyes are soft as he watches her. His erection, trembling hard, pulses against the flat of his stomach. For that matter, so is mine. As her o****m wells and blooms, her eyes squeeze closed, a scream erupting from her. Her sounds I think trigger some of the others as, wailing and howling, her mouth wide, they shoot over her, c*m splashing over her face and neck and breasts and all the while the vibe working her….

…. And her c****x peaks, then passes….

…. and she collapses back, inert and panting….

…. but she gets no respite.

Greg lifts her from the bench, pressing her to the ground. “My turn now, Girlie. On your knees,” he says. “Open wide.” She’s beginning to look tired, but she’s obedient, stretching her jaws open. And he’s not easy on her, doesn’t allow her control. Instead, knotting both hands into her hair, he drives her back and forth over his c**k, pressing into the back of her throat, not allowing her to swallow.

She’s gagging and spluttering, beginning to panic.

I meet eyes with James, who is looking disturbed, nodding agreement with me. Just as we are about to step in, Greg withdraws and cums, spurting over her face and breasts.

Almost immediately, she is pushed down onto all fours, ankles spreading her at the knees, and another one, a stranger to me, bangs hard into her.

…. Look at them all on her….

…. She"s close to exhaustion, but she’s still trying….

…. Is it for herself or us…?

…. Or James?

He pounds at her and she’s clearly flagging, but no longer looks distressed. “Two more and that’s it….” murmurs James from the side of his mouth. “…. then we get her out of here.”

The stranger f***s hard for another half a minute or so, his hands wrapped around her, squeezing hard at her t**s, then presses into her, groaning.

The last two simply go for it, banging her in turn as her head droops. She’s done in. One f***s her and finishes and the last is almost as brief, their climaxes trigger-happy from the waiting.

James strides forward, grabs her by a wrist, pulling her upright. “Okay, folks. She’s had enough for one night,” he says. “You’ve all had a turn.”

Her head swivels; she looks startled. “Master? But you and Michael haven’t…”

His voice is sharp….

…. blaming himself….?

“Michael and I will be taking you home now, where it’s a little quieter.”

I look around to see if anyone is going to object to the ending of the party, but no, all are done. some sitting, stretching; a couple of the later ones still panting.

It’s over….

And Charlotte herself looks exhausted, tottering bonelessly as she stands. Her make-up is panda-eyed, her hair splattered, and she’s dripping with sweat, her own juices and c*m. I grab a blanket, wrap it around her.

“Come on, Charlotte.” She staggers in my arms as I scoop her up.

“Get her into the car,” says James. “I’ll be right with you.”

Voices call as I carry her out. “Lovely to meet you, Charlotte. Perhaps another night, eh?”

“Me too. I’m happy to help get your college fees up too.”

“Me too.”

“And me….”

In the car, I lie her on the back seat where, so far as I can see she immediately falls asleep, so I clip both rear seat belts around her and angle myself to watch her from the front.

James gets in, stuffing something into his pocket.

‘What’s that?”

“Her cash.”

“Her cash?”

“You heard, ‘The Pot goes to the Lady’, plus what they each paid to attend.”

“Are you planning on making a habit of this? She’s not a pro.”

He side-glances me. “I’m planning on giving her exactly what she wants; eye-watering s*x and a college education.”

The drive back to the apartment is without incident; she sleeps right through it, only barely rousing as I carry her out to the elevator. The attendant raises an eyebrow at us, a pair of strange men accompanying a young woman, half asleep and wrapped in a blanket. She must look like a victim of assault. But he relaxes as she leans into James’ embrace, murmuring something sleepy, and he holds her upright against himself, looking down at her soft-eyed.

In the apartment, I lay her on the couch and run her a warm bath. James orders food for three from room service and we keep her awake long enough to clean herself up and eat a little.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine, Michael. I’m just a bit tired.” She’s looking better, but forcing herself to sit upright, trying to look alert.

She thinks we’re going to ask her to get on her back again for us….

Over her drooping head, I signal James, head-pointing her to the bedroom. He nods, and I pick her up, carrying her to bed. He vanishes into the kitchen, reappearing five minutes later with hot chocolate, complete with cream and marshmallows. She manages about two mouthfuls before her eyelids close and we pull the blankets over her.

Back in the lounge, the bedroom door pulled just ajar, James waves the bottle of malt at me, brows raised.

“Great idea.”

He pours two glasses and puts the bottle down between us, then jabs on the radio to some late night, soft music, station.

James looks at me sidelong. “What did you make of that?”

“You’ve got to give her credit for nerve, haven’t you…. When I saw you’d got ten there, I nearly dropped.”

Take me down the rabbit hole….

“I think she’s got more nerve than you give her credit for,” he comments, swishing whiskey around his mouth. “Who knows what her background is, but that girl’s got a core of solid rock.”

“You don’t know anything about her?”

anything“How could I ask? Everything at the auction house is set up to protect the anonymity of the girls. And for good reason. Can you imagine if some head-case won the bidding for one of them, then decided after a few days it was True Love?”

He has a point….

“…. That first day,” he continues, “when we were meeting you in the evening, I made the mistake of asking which university she’s going to. She looked embarrassed and she didn’t want to answer.”

didn’t“What did you do?”

“I apologised.”

“Mmmm….” I nod, sipping my drink.

For a while, we sit, listening to the quiet music. It’s relaxed, companionable. I always feel it’s a reliable sign of friendship when sitting in silence is comfortable, with no need to fill the silence with unnecessary talk….

…. and I wonder about the red-haired beauty lying in the room next to us.

“So, you don’t wonder about her?” I say. “Where she’s from?”

He shrugs. “What’s to wonder about? She needs money. She’s stunning and highly sexed. I’ve got money and we’re both happy to f**k her. What more matters?

“You really believe that? That’s all that matters?”

“He stares into his glass. “Michael. She’s here for a week and then she’ll be gone. Does it do any good to dwell on any more than that?”

Depressed, “Do you think she might hang around after the week is done?”

It’s that head tilt of his again….

“…. She’s been bought and paid for, and she"s going to university to study Physics. What do you think?”

you And it begins to dawn on me, that I really do care what might happen next….

do

*****

“How about the beach today?” says James.

“Sounds great. Charlotte?”

She’s sitting eating breakfast, looking tired but not letting affect her appetite, once more tucking into a vast meal. James sips at black coffee while I eat fruit and yoghurt.

“Ah…. sounds lovely,” she says, “if that’s alright with the two of you?”

She stills thinks we’re going to demand more of her….

“I think you took quite enough last night,” says James. “You’ve earned some time out, I think.”

“I don’t have a bikini or swimming costume or anything.”

He shrugs that off. “There are plenty of beach-wear shops down at the front. We’ll stop by and pick something up; for myself as well as you. Michael?”

“Sure. I’ll buy myself something too.”

*****

On the beach, watching Charlotte frolicking in the water is a joy. A group of small children have pulled her into their frisbee game and she’s shrieking with laughter as she bounces around in the surf with them.

Sitting up on a beach towel, James next to me, stretched out on his…. “Do you really not wonder about her?”

“How do you mean?” He’s got his eyes closed behind his shades.

“She"s told us nothing about herself.”

“Well, she wouldn’t, would she? I bought her. She"s hardly going to want to give out personal information. We talked about this before. What are you driving at?”

“But wouldn’t you like to know about her? What she….?”

“What"s to know? She"s young and beautiful. She needed money. You and both enjoy s*x, no strings. We all get what we want out of this arrangement.”

all“I suppose….”

He glances sideways at me. “You’d better put on some more sunscreen you know. You’re getting red around the shoulders.”

“I’ll ask Charlotte to do it for me when she comes out of the water.” I watch her, splashing in the sea, behaving like a little girl given a new toy. “She behaves as though she’s never….”

He looks sideways at me. “Never what?”

“I dunno…. never…. enjoyed herself before….”

enjoyedJames looks sharply at me. “What the hell do you mean by that?” He sits up, looking out at her, watching her for a while. “I see what you mean though….” Then he shrugs it off. “Who knows? As you say, we know nothing about her….” He gives me a long look. “…. and what’s more, we won’t get to know anything about her. She’s here for a week, and that’s it.”

get A week…. Oh, Babe….

I watch her a while longer, then, “Do you think she’s really a submissive?”

“I think she’s discovering the power play aspect of submission, yes. She"s got a fair amount of sub in her, at least in the bedroom. The rest of the time? She"s being obedient to her owner, not submissive to her Dom.”

“So, you don’t think she’s a sub?”

He looks at me sidelong. “I think she’s a girl who is working hard to keep to her side of the contract.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“I know that. Real submission is earned. She barely knows me.”

know earned“And yet you have her call you ‘Master?”

“I’m paying for a fantasy. I’ll have my money’s worth, thank you.”

Jeez… but you’re a cold-hearted bastard sometimes….

“You could always woo her a bit,” I suggest.

He snorts a laugh. “Woo her? Me?”

Me“You’re as capable of turning on the charm as I am. I’ve seen you do it. Women love it when you decide to switch on that voice of yours.”

He sucks in a smile. “Yes, but that’s the point isn’t it. I have to think about it. To you, it comes naturally.”

you,Charlotte suddenly pauses in her playing in the water, seemingly remembering us. She turns towards us, rising like Aphrodite from the waves as she wades back to shore, shivering off water as she comes and pushing her loose wet hair back over her shoulders. She picked her swim-wear well; a bikini top which cups her beautifully, and bottoms cut high at the thigh, emphasising her already long legs.

“God, but she’s beautiful,” I mutter.

“That she is….”

She kneels in the sand beside us, “Sorry, Master, Michael. I lost track of time there. It’s so lovely here.”

James strokes her face. “We came here to have a day off. Relax. Enjoy yourself.”

For a moment she leans into his touch. I almost expect her to turn to kiss his fingers, but at the last moment, she remembers herself, simply smiling brightly. “Thank you, Master. I am enjoying myself.”

What am I seeing here…?

Don’t fall for him, Girl….

…. BIG mistake….

I leap up, grab her by the wrist. “C’mon… race you to the water… last one in’s a wuss….”

*****

“Sorry, am I hurting you?” she says.

“A bit, yes, but it’s not your fault,” I say

“You need some lower down, too, “she says, sliding after-sun cream over my sore skin. “I’m being as gentle as I can.”

“You’re doing fine. The alternative was to ask James to do it, and he’s not my type….”

She chuckles. “No, I can tell….”

James, lying to the other side of her on the bed, raises an eyebrow at me, his mouth quirking. “There is a limit on what one can ask of one’s friends….”

“That alright now?” she asks.

“Mmmm, fine….”

You’re lovely….

“….. lie down, Charlotte. Let me give you some attention now.”

Obediently, she lies between us….

I wish you wanted to do this, rather than just doing as you’re told….

“Take off your wrap, Charlotte,” says James. “We would both like to look at you.”

She sits up again, removes the light robe she was wearing and then, naked, lies between us once more.

The same thought keeps echoing around my head….

You’re so beautiful….

James rolls onto his side, watching her, stroking her stomach. I stoop to kiss her breast, take a n****e between my lips. Already, my balls are tightening, my c**k giving an interested twitch.

“What did you mean?” she says. “My other virginity?”

otherYou really don’t know?

Or perhaps you thought I didn’t mean it….

…. Oh, but I did….

James" eyes meet mine. Seemingly casual, he sits up….

…. waiting.…

“I was hoping you were going to ask that,” I say. Let me show you….

…. Will she be okay with this? They pounded her between them….

“…. Are you alright with this? You took quite a lot last night.”

“I’m fine.” she smiles “Though I’ll admit that I was happier when you just let me sleep last night, but today was lovely. I feel ready for anything again.”

Her smile is mischievous and infectious, and I grin back, winking at her.

“A gentleman always knows when the lady’s had enough. But I’ll try to rise to your challenge.”

James guides her, rolling her onto her stomach. I pull her to her hands and knees, but pressing her gently between the shoulders, until I have her as I want her, head down, hips up, facing out from the bed.

James passes me lube from a drawer then seats himself, c**k a-twitch, on the bedside chair, where he can see her face.

Her gorgeous ass, so pale, narrowing to her waist, beautifully muscled and toned, faces me. Running my hands over her is sheer pleasure and my c**k is already at half-mast.

Get her going….

Fondling her butt-cheeks, I part them to expose her p***y lips, flushing deeply pink and beginning to glisten. My target, of course, is her rosette, displayed tight and tempting for me, but I don’t touch her there yet….

…. Chill out, Babe….

…. I want you to enjoy this too….

She seems relaxed, her head to one side on the sheets, hair spilling all around, James’ gaze alternates between her face and where I am playing with her lips to the rear. She’s arousing, her p***y swelling, growing moister, and as I rub her clit, she trembles, sucking on her bottom lip.

Still flicking at her bud with one hand, I slip upwards with the other, then realise I need to break off for a moment.

Quickly, I squeeze lube over my fingers, a few drips escaping to drop onto her hot and now-engorged folds. She shudders as the cold gel touches her and I return one hand to working her clit.

Is she ready?

…. perhaps….

But my c**k aches to get inside her….

aches Well-lubed and slippery, I sink a finger into her ass….

She stiffens….

…. circling a little, opening her….

…. Does she only realise now where this is going…?

…. Or is it only now becoming real…?

I circle harder against the ring of muscle, stretching her, see-sawing into her….

Her eyes are wide, staring at nothing, her breathing rapid and shallow. And I don’t think her trembling is from arousal. James, still watching her face, glances up at me, giving me a ‘Slow Down’ wriggle of the fingers.

Slow Down…. She’s not happy….

…. ease off….

I pull up close behind her, reaching around her to bedevil her n*****s and press my straining erection to more familiar territory, teasing at her entrance. “I can’t resist some of this first,” I say. “You’re dripping.”

I slide into her, feeling her relax as I do so, a groan escaping her as I fill her….

Oh gods, but you feel good….

Almost, I’m tempted to leave it there, simply f**k her vanilla style and leave it at that.

But soon you’ll be gone, and I’ll never have another chance for this….

James, still watching the both of us, silently strokes his own erection, while I slowly ease mine in and out of her tight heat….

And now, I pull out of her p***y, lube myself up some more and press to her ass. She starts as my c**k-head kisses her, I think reacting to the liquid cold, but then, as I slowly ease inside her, she whimpers, eyes squeezing closed, face distorting, her fingers clutching….

Her repressed cry is like a knife in my brain and James flashes me a warning glance, but there’s no need. She’s clearly in pain and hurriedly I withdraw, lubing myself much more heavily now. For good measure, I squeeze some directly onto her.

And now, I try again, gradually penetrating her, little by little sinking into her heat, claiming her….

…. and this time, she doesn’t seem distressed. She’s sweating heavily, breathing heavily, flushing heavily, but she looks to be handling it.

From his vantage point, James nods reassurance at me but keeps his eyes fixed on her face. I see her look towards him. His head tilts.

“I’m okay,” she says. “It’s alright.”

As I sheath myself, full length inside her, I pause, allowing her to get used to the feel of me. James smiles and offers her his c**k. He’s well on the way himself, pre-c*m oozing from the slit. She reaches to wrap her mouth around the head, sucking at his flow.

….. and when I see her look at herself in the mirrors, James and myself inside her to fore and rear, I know that she’s alright, growing to enjoy it.

I begin a slow, pulsing thrust, taking it easy with her; withdrawing then resheathing myself. She’s warm and still a little tense, but the tension is dissolving as I move, as she becomes accustomed to me.

I build speed, matching my rhythm to her breathing. And now James begins to move too, watching first his own shaft in her mouth; he must be streaming; a trickle dribbling down her chin; then where I am sinking myself between her butt-cheeks. His eyes, always dark, are pupil-wide, all but black ….

…. She’s smiling. It’s not easy for her, her mouth plugged like that, but nonetheless, she’s smiling. I pump her harder, watching her t**s bounce and jiggle as I thrust.

…. How hard can I take her…?

I ram home, jamming myself in. My balls are tight, growing pressured, my heart banging and I grit my teeth as I try to resist coming, to draw it out….

…. dripping with sweat, I hold back for a moment longer before….

…. Jeez….

And I come…

Explosively, I shoot, spurting into her. Pressing home, I grind against her, my shaft pulsing my load, just aware that James is also coming. He’s leaning across her, spasming into her mouth, come trailing from her lips. He’s in deep and, through the cloud of my own c****x, I wonder if she’s coping. One more salvo into her, and I withdraw, my last splashing over her skin as I exit.

She’s gagging but James has his hand on the back of her head and she can’t break away.

Abruptly, James pulls away from her….

…. Just realising she’s having problems…?

She coughs and splutters, but swallows, then wipes at her streaming eyes.

“Are you alright Charlotte?” he says, sounding contrite. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” she says, still wiping tears and come from her face. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.”

Oh, but you’re a trier aren’t you….

What a treasure you are….

James sits on the bed by her, stroking her hair while her breathing returns to normal. I perch by her on the other side.

“Thanks for that, Charlotte. It felt great.” I say.

She smiles, and it seems sincere if a little wan. “You’re welcome.”

“Feel up to the rest of it now?”

“The rest of it?” she looks dismayed. “You’ve only just….”

“Well, I just shot my brains out inside you. James here did pretty much the same to your brains, but you haven’t had your turn yet. We can’t have the lady being the only one not to get the ‘Big O’”.

your “Ah….” She sags. “Errr… would you mind if I take five minutes?”

James slaps her thigh “Course you can, Charlotte. You must think us absolute beasts. Come and have a glass of wine. Better still, wait there, and I’ll bring the bottle over.” He eye-points me at her, then vanishes out through the door.

“You sure you’re alright, Charlotte?” I ask.

“Yes, really, I’m fine.” she smiles. And now, the smile has a little sunshine in it.

James returns with a bottle of Rioja and three wine glasses, pours and passes around the glasses.

“Now, drink that,” he says to Charlotte. “Make yourself comfortable. Lie back against the pillows. Michael and I are going to pamper you for a while. You deserve it.”

Brow furrowed uncertainly, she leans back, not drinking….

….. wondering what we’re going to demand of her now….

“Drink the wine,” I say, easing the glass to her lips. “Go on. You’re not supposed to knock it back, but take a couple of good mouthfuls and start to let it work. You can sip the rest.”

Obedient as ever, she gulps down a couple of mouthfuls, her eyes wary. James settles into his chair, silently watching.

Time to spoil you, Babe….

Sucking in my cheeks against a smile at her puzzlement, I take a bottle of oil from the bedside drawer. It’s a standard mix I use a lot, but of course, she doesn’t know that.

“Almond oil, with lavender and geranium to work their magic on you,” I explain. “Some other things too. And a bit of rose just because it smells good.” As I rub it up warm in my hands, I see her inhaling the scent of the oil, and as I start to work on her feet, she releases deep breaths, her arms dropping to lie limply by her.

“You’ve done this before?” she asks.

“I have indeed. I’m actually a trained masseur and I’m rather conscious that we’ve asked a lot of you over the last few days. So now it’s your turn. Relax. I’ll ask you to lie on your stomach in a bit, but right now, enjoy your wine.”

She is relaxing, and as I work my way up her legs, her muscles loosen under my attentions, allowing me to work out the knots. The alcohol’s helping, and her smile is looking a bit hazy….

is…. too much wine…?

…. I don’t think so…. It’ll do her good….

She is quite stressed, her body tight and tender in spots, and she winces sometimes as I go through my routine.

“Take it easy, Girl. I’m going to work these knots out of you.”

She leans back, still sipping her wine, but now I see her eyes roaming….

…. Over me…. Over my body….

…. Is she checking me out…?

…. Yes, she is….

I suppress a smile.

My hands on her thighs, working her iliopsoas….

…. Mmmm, she’s got some back trouble coming if that’s not sorted….

“Open your legs a little,” I say, quietly.

What I’m doing is functional, but nonetheless, I hold her gaze as I work over her, smoothing the muscle. The wine and the relaxation are working their magic on her, her pupils widening….

…. black on green in those astonishing eyes….

My hands are oiled….

“Don’t get any ideas,” I say. “I’ll wash my hands before I wander around there again. Some things are meant for external use only.”

As I speak, her lips are parting, her breath quickening….

…. she wants me….

…. she me….…. she wants me….

…. she wants ….…. you’ve got it, Babe….

“Lie down, flat on the bed,” I say.

She’s a little tipsy, but that’s all to the good. As she lies flat, I straddle her, and in the background, James rises from his seat.

She’s arousing by the moment, and as I stroke her stomach, her breasts, she’s watching my c**k.

…. Can I get it up again right now?

…. probably not…. more than one way to skin a cat though….

From behind me comes James’ voice. “Raise your knees, Charlotte.”

He’s settling between her legs, and as he presses his mouth to her s*x, the vibration of her muscles, her thighs and her pelvis trembles up through me. She lies, quivering and twitching and whimpering under me, her body jerking as I take a n****e into my mouth, nibbling gently, teething at her and loving the way she shivers under me as I bite on the pebbled nub.

Her breathing is breaking up, as she first pants, then gasps. Whatever James is doing behind me, her hips are juddering and quaking as she rides to wave to c****x.

She’s on the brink….

…. let’s send you over the edge….

I pinch hard at her n*****s, rolling and squeezing with a finger and thumb on each. She jerks and bucks and behind me, James grunts….

And she falls over the precipice….

Twisting and writhing, but caged under me, she’s going nowhere. Looking back, James is gripping her tightly at the thighs. She’s all out of control, bucking and jerking, and I drop my weight down onto her, pinning her further. Pressed against her torso, her belly muscles pulse against mine. Her head is straining back and the noises she’s making are amazing….

…. she looks fantastic….

…. she looks ….And she rides her o****m….

…. and rides it….

…. until….

“Stop. Stop. For God’s sake stop.” she yells. “I can’t take any more.”

I can’t help but laugh. “That seemed to be a good one.”

She nods, still breathing heavily under me as she descends from the clouds. She looks spaced out, slightly euphoric.

James stands, looking smug.

Now, where were we….?

“Come on. Let’s finish that massage you were having.”

She stares up at me, silent as I resume my work on her body.

“I’ll go run the water,” says James. “I think a soak in the hot tub might be a good idea, yes?”

“Sounds good to me,” I say.

James throws on a robe and strides out, leaving me alone with Charlotte.

A chance to talk with her….

I work way up the length of her body. For the most part, she’s fine. I think she’s mainly just enjoying the very personal attention that a full massage entails. Seated beside her now on the bed, I take my measure of her through my hands….

Clavicle… shoulders….

Will she talk, if I try…?

Let her defences down a little…?

“Charlotte, I know you’re making a lot of money out of this. James told me how much he paid for you….” Her eyes meet mine, a touch of wariness returning. I take a deep breath. “I can see why he feels entitled to ask whatever he wants of you….”

Her face is serious. “Yes, he is entitled, and I"ll do my best to deliver; to do what I agreed to.”

is She doesn’t have to know I’ve seen the contract….

“What exactly have you agreed to?”

haveShe looks away. “I agreed to anything asked of me that didn’t result in my permanent injury, for the period of one week.”

“Anything? Really anything?”

“ anything?She nods, still not looking me in the face.

“And you"re okay with that?”

“Yes. I went into this with my eyes open. And…. it"s the honourable thing to do.”

Honourable….?

“That"s…. an old-fashioned way of putting it.”

She looks at me askance, her expression…. what? I’m not sure….

“You think it"s not right?” she says.

No, you’re no Sub….

“I think it"s absolutely right. It just wasn’t what I expected to hear you say. But Charlotte, do you realise how dangerous that it could have been for you? ‘Anything’ is a helluva remit in the hands of the unscrupulous. You’re very lucky that it was James who won the bidding for you.”

AnythingShe nods again, still silent.

“Did James tell you about some of the other men who were bidding? He knew some of them and he wasn’t going to let them near you. One of them is a brothel keeper down by the docks. James deliberately outbid him to keep him away from you. Did you know that?”

Now she looks up at me, eyes wide. “No.” she whispers.

Fuck….

Perhaps I shouldn’t have said anything….

“Well, if he hasn’t told you himself, perhaps I shouldn’t have. I’m only here because he invited me…. but, Charlotte….” I take her face, cupping it in my hands, “Please tell me that after this week, you won’t do anything like this again….”

Her eyes are glossy. “I only wanted to go to college. I didn’t know how else I could raise the money.”

“I understand that. But you have the money now. Please tell me you won’t do this again. I….”

Please I can’t bear to think about it….

“…. I don’t like the idea of you putting yourself in danger this way.”

She shakes her head. “I won’t” she whispers.

“And if you’re looking for…. adventure…. a girl like you is going to have no problem getting a boyfriend, or even several boyfriends….”

…or come back to us….

…. come back to me….

*****

And another night passes.

We share the bed, the three of us.

Alternately, she lies in my arms, James ‘spooned’ to the back of her. Then she turns in her sleep, and he pulls in close, holding her tightly.

Does she get much sleep? I’ve no idea. At the least, she must be very warm between the two of us.

Tomorrow is our last day….

We spend the day in the apartment, simply ordering in food and wine, and anything else we need.

She watches old movies with me, lying in my arms on the couch, watching the antics of Marilyn Munroe, Fred Astaire and Vivien Leigh; sighing as Scarlett is swept into the arms of Rhett Butler

James sits with us, not watching the flick, apparently reading but actually watching her all the while over the top of his book.

…. Does he realise he’s doing it….?

She wanders through to the kitchen for a lemonade, returning with a bottle and three glasses. James’ eyes follow her across the apartment until, as she’s putting down the tray, she realises that he is waiting for her attention.

She watches James watching her, clearly trying to divine what it is he wants….

She hesitates, then, slipping her robe from her shoulders, she drops, naked, to her knees before him. The movement is smooth and graceful and beautiful. Blushing, she kneels beside his outstretched legs, her head bowed.

“Master?”

He’s fully dressed, but his head tilts and he almost smiles before sitting up to wrap his arms around her, reeling her in at the waist, and kissing her hard, forcefully. Then, standing, he lifts her bodily, walking her backward to press her against the wall, pinning her wrists over her head. As he does so, her eyes widen….

…. Oh, but she loves that….

He kisses her again, his mouth wide over hers. It"s deeply s****l and utterly sensual, but there’s more than that….

You"ve got it bad too.…

Of a sudden he seems to remember himself, and pulls out of the kiss, stands away from her. Taking her by the shoulders, he turns her around, offering her to me.

How can I say no? Standing, I walk across, stroke her cheek, comb my fingers through her hair.

She’s looking up at me with those great green eyes, then, bowing her head, she falls once more to her knees, this time for me.

Oh, Babe……

Bending down, I take her under the arms and pull her upright. “You don’t have to kneel for me, Charlotte, but would you like to come into the bedroom?” Turning to the bedroom door, I wiggle my fingers at her in invitation. “It’s an invitation,” I say, “not an order.”

She smiles, her face lighting up….

Oh, Jeez….

…. and my c**k sits up and begs….

In the bedroom, she lies back, looking relaxed, knees slightly akimbo and watching me all the while as I undress.

I want to lose myself in you….

I resist my own arousal. I could simply straddle her face and shoot between those smiling lips right now, but I don’t want to. Kneeling between her legs, I stoop to kiss her sweet p***y and her clit, then slide up her body to kiss her breasts and then her mouth.

I want to pleasure you….

….. I want to watch you smile and sigh and Come under me….

My shaft, trembling hard, pressed against her entrance, I ease inside her….

*****