by Simone Leigh
“Where are you staying?” I ask, trying to steady him with my hand on his elbow.
“The Imperial.”
Not a good idea. You’ll get mugged or robbed or run over in the state you’re in….
“The Imperial? That’s right across town. It’s too far to walk at this time. Why don’t you sleep in the spare room for the night? You’ll enjoy the walk more in the morning when you have a clear head.”
“Um, that’s a very good offer. If I’m not in the way, yes, I would like that. Thanks.”
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James
I wake to the smell of coffee. Staring at the ceiling for a moment, I try to line up enough brain cells to remember where I am.
Oh, yes….
Pulling on my pants, I head for the bathroom. Michael is already up, doing something in the kitchen. “Morning.” he calls. “Breakfast?”
“Sounds good, thanks.”
“If you’ve got a hangover, you’ll find something in the bathroom cabinet.”
“Thanks.” In fact, I don’t have a headache, but I am a bit woozy. Michael serves me with plenty of coffee and orange juice. “Omelette?”
“I don’t want to be in the way. I need to be getting on.”
“Me too. I’ll be out of the door in fifteen minutes, but it’s as easy to make omelette for two as for one.”
“Thanks, then.”
Over breakfast, he says, “So, how do you want to play it, with the investment? You’re the one with the money, so the ball’s in your court. I assume you would be wanting security of some kind?”
“The building itself would be the security.” I ponder for a moment. “Are you free later today to visit the agent with me? We can go through the motions of a viewing on the building, but then put in an offer to get it held for you; stop anyone else buying it from under you. Then we can talk to the lawyers about the paperwork.”
He beams. “Sounds great. What are you looking for on terms?”
“Interest payable at 2% over base. That gives me a return and you some leeway. How long are you looking for?”
“How does five years sound? With an option to pay back early if I can?”
“Fine. Deal. The lawyers can dot the i’s and cross the t’s.”
And we shake hands, Michael looking inordinately pleased as he downs his breakfast.
“Mmm…” he mumbles, through a mouthful of egg. “How long are you in town?”
“Just for a week this time. Why?”
“Thought you might like to visit the Club again. There’s a cute little blond who turns up there regularly mid-week. And she’s dropped a few hints about which way her tastes run.”
“Really? Sounds interesting.” I smile. “And you think we might….?”
“Mmm…. Yes, I think we might.”
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Three Years Ago
Michael
In the Club again, James leans back against the bar, all nonchalance. “You never have any problem pulling them in do you.” he comments. “Women throw themselves at you. I’ve lost count of how many I’ve seen you with.”
“Well, that one over there’s looking at you.”
His eyes scan the room. “Where?”
“Over there. Tall girl, long dark hair, rather a large nose.”
“Ah, yes. Got her.” James tips his glass to the woman who is very obviously checking him out. “I don’t think that’s a large nose. Well defined, yes, but not large. It just makes her look a little…. Venetian.”
“Venetian?”
“You’ve seen Klimt’s paintings?”
“Ah, yes, I get you. Yes, she does look a bit like that.”
The woman has locked eyes with James. She’s not bad-looking at all, with a decent figure and strong features. She wouldn’t be for a man who likes them small and dainty, but I know by now that James, for all his Dom inclinations, likes them feisty. A strong woman simply stirs his appetites.
A glass of wine in one hand, she makes her way across the room, zeroing in on James, who waits, sipping at his own drink.
“Hello.” he says, as she arrives, a smile on his eyes, not reaching his mouth.
“Hi,” she replies, “I’m Debbie.”
“Hello, Debbie. I’m James, and my friend here is Michael.”
“Are you…. waiting for someone?” she asks.
“We are, yes….”
“Ah.” Her face falls. She looks disappointed.
He continues, “…. but we didn’t know who she would be. Might it be you?”
“Ah….” She smiles and nods. “It might at that.”
“There’s just one thing….” he continues.
“Oh? And what’s that?”
He jerks his head sidewise at me. “We come as a pair.”
“Is that right?” She turns her attention from James and looks me over, seeming to like with what she finds. “Is that right?” she repeats. “I think I can live with that.”
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We walk her to the Dungeon, James beside her with his hand resting on the small of her back, just enough to ‘possess’ without straying into ass territory.
She walks beautifully, with an upright bearing and poise, using her height in a way that many tall girls don’t. I like that. And because she holds herself well, it makes the most of her figure. It’s not spectacular, but, so far as I can see while she’s still dressed, she’s lean and firm; ‘handsome’ probably describes her well.
We stand, James behind her, me facing her. She’s dressed very simply, at least from what we can see right now, in a plain ‘little black dress’. James rests his hands on her waist as she looks up at me, her lips parted in invitation and I lean in to kiss her, only lightly for now. I want to get the measure of the girl.
She smells sweet and flowery, some perfume I think, but not what I had expected of her. I’d thought she would opt for something deeper and more musky. Still, it suits her and as she opens her mouth to mine, I run my tongue over her lips, enjoying the feel of her soft warm flesh on mine.
“Any No-Nos?” Debbie?” I ask.
“No-Nos?”
“There’s two of us and we enjoy…. a lot of things. Is there anything you don’t want to do? Or for us to do?”
“I’m not keen on anal.”
“That’s fine.” comments James. “That still gives us an option at either end.”
Her eyes roll. “What are your safety words, Debbie?” I ask.
“Why? Am I going to need them?”
“You are if you let him near your ass.”
“Fair warning.” Sucking in her cheeks, she looks away.
“Yellow and Red.” says James. “Yes?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I smile at her “Sir.” James has no difficulties getting subs to recognise his status.
James sweeps her body with his hands, flat with his palms at first, but then with his fingers digging in, playing her. As he digs into the soft nape of her neck above her dress-line, her breath catches in my mouth and I glance over her shoulder at him.
He knows the signal and moves to the top of her dress zipper, tugging a little first, to make it clear what his intentions are. Debbie doesn’t protest and after a second or so, he slides the zipper down, the dress opening at her shoulders. He slides his fingers inside, pushing it out and down past her black lace bra, waist and matching black panties.
She’s chosen her underwear well. The bra makes the most of her breasts, and the panties are cut high at the leg, dipping a little to the stomach and emphasising her long legs, undoubtedly one of her best features.
She steps out of the dress, still in her high heels and underwear, looking me in the eye, although James still looks down at her.
He reaches around her, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing and fondling. “I’d like to see more than that.” I say.
“Easily arranged.” he comments.
He unclips her bra, slipping it off her shoulders and
away, then re-cups her breasts, thumbing at the nipples as he presents them to me.
Debbie is flushed, her skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat.
James leans in, close to her ear. “Ever had two together before, Debbie?”
“No.” She shakes her head, eyes a little glazed.
“First time for everything then.”
I stoop to suckle on her nipples, James hands sliding down to slip fingers inside her panties at the front, dipping in as he tests her.
“Mmm...” he comments. “Wet already. I guess you’re enjoying the idea of two men fucking you.” He catches my eye. “Bend her over the bench….”
He swats at her ass. It’s not hard, a glancing swipe, testing her reactions I think. She gasps but her pupils are wide and she quivers.
He swats again, harder this time. Again, she shivers, and he follows up by plunging fingers into her pussy. And now she moans.
His eyes crinkle. “Yes, very wet now. You like that don’t you, Debbie?” And now he brings his hand across her ass again, this time hard, with an audible slap of skin on skin. She yelps and struggles, but it’s reflexive, not a serious attempt to get away.
I’m stripping off. It’s time for some action, and my cock agrees.
Jeez…. but that looks hot….
He pushes inside her with one hand, finger-fucking her slowly, to a steady pace. With the other hand, he reaches around to her clit, working at her with a couple of fingers. She’s moaning uncontrollably, juddering and jerking as he works her.
I stand, my cock brushing against her face, streaming pre-cum over her skin as, eyes glazed, she licks it from her lips, her mouth barely open. I’m so hard, I ache. My balls are tight and hot and my shaft is pulsing to my heartbeat.
“Are you going to suck, or does he face-fuck you?” asks James.
Her mouth opens, properly this time. I’m rock hard and squeeze my cockhead over her lips.
…. Ah…. that’s good….
“How do you feel about being fucked both ends at once, Debbie?” I ask,
James swats at her again. “Open up wider, Debbie. Michael wants his cock sucked. He doesn’t expect to have to do all the work.”
Her eyes roll up to meet mine and I grin as I push my shaft in deeper.
James leaves her for a moment, strolling off behind me while I push the ridge of my cockhead back and forth between her be-lipped teeth. She's being a good girl, her tongue swiping over the head itself and licking away my stream. Her eyes widen at the view of something behind me and I smile to myself, wondering what James has pulled from the racks; a flogger probably. He occasionally uses paddles or crops, but generally prefers floggers. I think he enjoys the contrasting ways of using one; trailing falls over the skin on the one hand, and lashing them hard enough to leave stripes on the other.
As he positions himself behind her again, her eyes roll as he trails the tresses along her spine, from the nape of her neck down past the small of her back to her tailbone.
He's very good at what he does, flicking the very ends of the tips across her shoulders and flanks, not enough for pain but causing a frisson which shivers through her skin, like a horse with a fly.
“Hold off a minute will you, James. Don’t want you startling her while I’ve got my valuables between her teeth.”
He backs away from her but catches my eye for a moment and I hastily pull my cock from her mouth. Her eyes follow me questioningly then widen in shock as the tails sting across her butt. I'm not fool enough to put my cock in her mouth right now, but I stroke myself over her face as again, the lash kisses her skin.
And now she yells. His expression intense, nonetheless James is smiling at the eyes, bulging at the front of his pants.
He glances at me. “You ready to go? Want this end?”
“I do, but the Lady should come first.”
James nods and steps aside, waving me in where, leaning over her, I press myself against her, docking myself against her pussy, but I don’t penetrate. It’s delicious; the feeling of her impending heat, the promise of her tight cunt around me….
Don't want to come too soon….
She’s quivering and trembling, her breathing rapid and shallow. Gently I reach around fingering heated and saturated flesh, her clit hard and erect.
She judders and bucks, but I keep up my work, massaging her bud between finger and thumb. She begins to moan, then wail. Her climax is coming fast and I’m having trouble holding on myself.
James looks at me. “You about ready to blow?”
I’m gonna erupt in a minute….
“Yes.”
And with that, I slowly sheath myself, all the while working her as I hilt myself, ball-deep in her pussy.
James pushes at her mouth. “Open wide again, Debbie.” She obliges, but he doesn’t penetrate, simply rubbing his streaming cock at her, stroking himself into her as he watches me.
She’s wailing and howling, all out of control, but to help her along further, I push a finger into her ass, wriggling it around a bit.
And she comes….
And you said you didn’t like that….
Her pussy clenches around me, pulsing and clutching. The noises she’s making are amazing; a kind of long drawn out howl as she strains her face upwards, mouth open, eyes squeezed closed. I keep up my tripartite assault on her libido; filling her cunt, and working her ass and her clit ….
“Stop!” she screams. “Red! Red!”
I release her clit and asshole. She’s still trying to scream; still in mid-orgasm, but now her mouth is plugged by James’ cock. He’s not thrusting hard, just easing in and out, his gaze alternating between her face and where I’m filling her at the back.
Our eyes meet as we fuck her together, and as her cunt makes one last grab at me, I come too, spurting hard.
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Later, sharing steam and a beer in the sauna, I say. “That loan you gave me….”
Will he be unhappy about this?
He’ll be making less out of the deal….
“Mmm? What about it?”
“I can pay you back now.”
He pauses, beer can halfway to his mouth. “Already? A year early?”
“Yes, a year early. Is that alright by you?”
“Alright? Of course it’s alright. Michael, I’m delighted for you. I know how much work you’ve put into making your business work. It’s good to see you getting the payback.”
“Great.” I ladle more water over the coals.
This day’s just getting better….
“Fancy a swim after this?” I ask him. “Close up the pores.”
“Sounds good to me.”
One Month Ago
James
Still stretching and yawning, I make a pot of coffee and flip open my laptop to check the morning’s email.
Will it have come?
If I get that contract, I’ve cracked it….
I scroll through quickly, checking first to see if anything has come in from Haswell….
No joy.
I mutter to myself and gulp down some coffee.
All that work.…
If it doesn’t pay off….
There’s the usual other stuff; a screeching letter from Marlene for more money; she can go to Hell. If she can’t control her spending, it’s not my fault. She’s had all the money I ever agreed or was required to pay her. If she thinks I’m paying any more for her to keep her live-in lover available, she can forget it.
A letter from Georgie about her university fees; invoice attached….
Jeez…. Working for a doctorate now. Well done, Little Girl. I’m so proud of you….
I log on to my bank account to settle the invoice immediately. No need for Georgie to pay the price for her mother’s behaviour….
Two minutes later, the invoice is paid and I stare glumly at the remaining bank balance.
Ah, well. Can’t do much about it other than keep working….
What e
lse has come in?
Advert for Viagra…. Into the junk box….
As if I needed it…
Sales pitch for penis extensions…. Junked….
Not too much need for that either….
Where the fuck do they get my address from?
A once in a lifetime opportunity to make a fortune buying shares in an oil refinery in Nigeria…. Junked….
Must set my Spam filters to a higher level….
I scroll through endless garbage, deleting most as I go along, then pause and scroll back.
What did I just see?
Subject Line: “Auction of Girls. All Willing. All Beautiful….”
What the Fuck?
“…. Visit our site to see our collection of over thirty beautiful girls all available for auction….”
I scroll down, reading with a mixture of fascination and disbelief.
“….. Starting Bids….”
The starting bids are for serious amounts of money. What are these girls selling exactly?
I read on….
“…. All the girls are fully consenting as per their individual contracts….”
Mmmm….
I scan through the photos, but none of them really catch my eye. I know a dozen girls at the Club who are just as attractive and who enjoy ‘playing’ with me and Michael for no more than a drink or two and fun of doing what we do. Why would I want…?
It’s not as though I have that sort of money to throw around anyway….
I’m reaching to delete the message when something catches my eye; a pair of vivid green eyes set in a pale, perfect face amid a sea of red hair.
The girl is stunning….
I click through to read her details.
“Charlotte. Age: twenty-two. Five feet eight. 135 pounds. 38, 22, 36. Interests…. not listed. Background…. not listed. Virgin.
Virgin?
This girl?
How can a girl who looks like this, conceivably be a virgin at twenty-two? Men must lie at her feet.
It’s just got to be a con….
….
….
…. but what if it isn’t…?
The image of the girl, of Charlotte, stays with me through the day. As I work, it drifts through my mind; those incredible eyes.
