by Simone Leigh
“And we get the benefit? That’s wonderful. So….” I run his words through my head…. “You say that you’ll be on call; are you going to have to work anyway?”
He rocks his hand from side to side. “Some, yes, but I’ve got the job more or less finished. It’s just a case of being within shouting distance if it hits any snags.”
“And Michael’s coming too?”
“Yup. He’s also been working his butt off, to be sure he can take the time away.”
I lie back in the bath, luxuriating in the hot water, and the feel of my Master’s firm, lean body nestling between my thighs. Right now, it does not feel erotic, but it is very, very sensual. I reach round to kiss him on the ear. “Thank you Master. I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful Summer.”
The door clicks open, scented steam swirling all around us.
“Room in there for another?” asks Michael.
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“So, when can we go?” I ask later.
The three of us are lounging in bathrobes by the fire, enjoying a carpet picnic. Cheese, bread, olives and wine all taste wonderful, whilst strawberries, warm by the fire, sit like ruby jewels in a bowl, fragrancing the air.
“Pretty much any time we want. Richard gave me the keys a few days ago. All he asked was that I let Security know when we’re using the place. I’ll be free to go around the end of next week. Charlotte, well, you’re free now. And Michael...?”
“About the same as you.” Michael is edging is way through my robe front. His voice is muffled, because his face is pressing against a nipple. “The end of next week would be fine for me.”
“You’re not going to cover me in strawberry juice, are you?” I ask. “I’ve just had a bath.”
“I’m going to cover you in more than that in a while.”
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The following morning, Michael has left already. My Master is pulling together files and papers into his briefcase. I lounge on the rug by the fire, reading a book.
“Chill out for the day, Charlotte. I’ll be back later. I’ll give you a call to let you know when to expect me.
“That’s fine Master. I’m enjoying my book. I might go down to the park in a while, to read it out there.”
“Sounds good.” He tilts up the book to see the cover, moving his lips and shaking his head, as he reads the title. “A few weeks ago, it was finite element analysis and Fourier series. Now you’re reading chick-lit?”
“I’ve just finished my exams Master. My brain hurts. It’s ready for a break.”
He smiles, wryly. “I know exactly what you mean. When I finished my exams, I always spent a couple of weeks reading nothing but superhero comics.” He bends and kisses me on the forehead. “See you later.”
Several hours later, I have not moved from my comfortable place by the fire except for coffee refills, and to fetch another book when I finished the first.
My mobile rings. It is my Master.
“Charlotte, I’m sorry to disturb you, but I left a file back there this morning, that I should have brought with me. Would you mind fetching it along?”
“Of course, Master. Which one is it? Just give me the address.”
I locate the file on my Master’s desk, and stuff it, with my book, into my bag. Twenty minutes later, I arrive at the Haswell Building, in the City, with my Master’s file. Taking the elevator up, a very pleasant receptionist directs me to an office where, through a window, I see my Master in deep conversation with another man, both their heads bowed over plans, drawings and documents.
As I tap on the door and walk in, both men stand upright.
“Ah thank you, Charlotte.” says my Master, holding out his hand for the file, but I am blushing, brilliantly red, as I recognise the other man: it is Daniel, whom I met a few weeks ago, at one of my Master’s…. parties…. In fact, it was on Valentine’s Day. Daniel was one of my ‘Valentines’. Tall, handsome, so dark a black that his skin shines, Daniel also has the biggest cock I have ever seen. I have been fantasising about that cock ever since.
For a moment, clearly he does not know me, but then recognition dawns across his face and he smiles broadly. “Charlotte! How lovely to see you. I didn’t recognise you there for a moment.”
It is hardly surprising. The last time Daniel saw me, I was stark naked, and dripping with his cum.
My Master is wearing one of his secretly amused, non-smiles, the kind that only I can see. “Daniel and I will be going for lunch in a little while, Charlotte. Would you like to join us?”
Trying to cover my confusion, I splutter my words a little. I have not before met one of our ‘party guests’ in a different situation.
“Um… yes. Er, I mean, yes, I’d love to.”
“Good.” says my Master briskly, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. “That’s sorted out then. Make yourself comfortable for a bit. We won’t be long on this.” He waves me towards some low chairs in a corner, then turns back to Daniel, opening the file he asked me for.
Did he set this up? Deliberately forget the file?
Of course he did…
I try to settle into reading my book, but my concentration wanders.
The two men are standing over a large table, discussing what look like construction plans. Both are facing me.
I can’t help myself. I keep glancing up to look at Daniel, finding my eyes fixed on his crotch, remembering his huge, lovely, black cock.
My Master glances up at me. He follows the direction of my gaze and I see him suppressing a smile.
“S’cuse me folks.’ says Daniel. “Where’s the um….?”
“Down the corridor, first on the left.” says my Master, waving his hand in the general direction. As Daniel exits the office, he walks over to me, bending down close and whispers, “Would you like me to invite him back for dinner this evening?”
I blush. I hadn’t mean to be so transparent. “Would you mind, Master?”
“Mind? Why should I mind? Charlotte, if it presses your buttons, it’s fine by me. After all, I get the benefit.”
Puzzled, “What benefit is that, Master?”
He leans in even closer “Being able to wrap my mouth around your sopping cunt, and suck you dry while you come.”
At his words my pussy shudders and spurts, soaking my panties.
My Master smiles sideways at me. “See, it’s working already.”
Embarrassed, “How do you know, Master?
He grins. “Charlotte, I know.”
And at that, Daniel enters the office again.
“Daniel…. Charlotte and I were just wondering if you might like to join us for dinner this evening?”
The dark, delicious man pauses, looking firstly at me, then back at my Master. “Dinner?”
“Yes, dinner. I believe Charlotte has an extensive menu planned. She’s rather a good cook you know.”
I am?
Still, I play along. In fact, I am not too bad a cook, and my Master is clearly enjoying his set-up.
Daniel looks really pleased. “I would love to come to…. dinner.”
“Good.” says my Master. “That’s settled then.” He pulls a wallet from his jacket pocket and tosses it to me. “Charlotte, why don’t you go out and buy whatever ingredients you need. And get some good wine too. Dan, do you prefer red, white, sparkling...?”
“Um, I suppose it depends what’s on the menu….”
“We’ll leave it for Charlotte to decide then.” My Master has a twinkle in his eye and the smile of the devil.
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I keep it simple. I am not a fantastic cook, but there are some things that are hard to get wrong. Starters: prawn cocktail. Mains: steak and salad, with just a quick check on who wants rare, medium or well done.
We sit together, myself, Michael, my Master, and Daniel. The meal goes down rather well, and after an enjoyable hour of chat, wine and food, Michael pushes back his plate.
“Th
at was a great dinner, Charlotte. What’s for dessert?”
“Um…. Well, I was rather hoping that would be me….”
All three men burst out laughing. “Charlotte tartare” it is then.” chuckles my Master. “Served rare, and with very little dressing. Shall we…...?”
I am a little unsure of where we go from here, but Michael and my Master both stand, placing themselves either side of me, moving like a synchronised team.
How do they do that? Some sort of secret code?
I reach to embrace my Master, but…
“Don’t forget your manners, Charlotte.” he says. “Offer ‘dessert’ to our guest first.”
Daniel looks mesmerised. He pushes his chair back, making room for me to slide in. He wears a broad, beautiful smile, bright and white against his ebony velvet skin.
Straddling his lap, I sit astride him, dress hitched up, my thighs spread wide, and my heavy breasts only a little way from his face.
“Raise your arms, Charlotte.” instructs my Master, and as I reach upwards, he, with Michael, takes the hem of my skimpy summer dress, lifting from either side of me, raising it over my head, and stripping me to underwear. Michael unclips me at the back, slipping away my bra, releasing my breasts to swing by Daniel’s face, and leaving me naked, except for my panties.
Seemingly fascinated by my breasts, Daniel buries his face in my cleavage. My thighs akimbo around him, I feel an enormous erection pressing through his clothes.
“Hey guys.” he says, “Clear a spot on the table, would you.”
As Daniel kneads one breast, suckling on the other, Michael and my Master clear dishes and cutlery from the dining table. Daniel, supporting me at thigh and hip, lifts me with him as he stands, and I hang my hands around his neck. Sitting me on the edge of the table, he stands back, looking at me, and all the while, undressing. His tie goes, then his shirt. Shoes are set to one side and finally, he unbelts and unzips.
He does this slowly, grinning his brilliant smile, as he releases his huge cock.
It is just as big as I remember. Standing upright, it trembles against his stomach, pulsing with his heartbeat.
“Still like the look of it, Charlotte?” he asks. “It’s going to get right inside you in a while, but I’m going to lick you out first. Let’s get you good and wet before this honey gets to fuck you.” Palm on my chest, he pushes me flat down onto the table.
Abruptly, I am seized from behind. Michael to one side of me, my Master to the other, each take me by the arm and pull me back across the table, leaving me on my back, hips overhanging one edge, legs trailing. Daniel pulls up his chair and sits between my thighs, my legs resting over his shoulders.
My head is all but dangling over the other edge of the table. Staring up at the ceiling as I am, I cannot see what is happening, but hot breath washes across my pantied pussy and what feels like a finger traces over my crotch.
“Nice and wet already, Charlotte.” comes Daniel’s voice. “That’s good. I’m going to enjoy this.”
His mouth presses over the satin of my panties, and my pussy shudders under the heat. The finger tugs satin to one side, and a tongue probes into my rapidly swelling folds, swirling through, and I moan as my pussy wells up, hot and liquid.
From my slightly head-down position, I see Michael watching Daniel lapping at me, whilst my Master is watching my face, his eyes crinkling as he sees me judder and tremble.
Fingers hook around my panties, pulling them away. I have a slightly uncomfortable moment, as Daniel struggles them past my legs, splayed over his shoulders, but he simply lifts a leg, then slips the skimpy garment off.
The fingers part my lips, opening me, and there is a delicious frisson of cool air over my hot cunt. It pumps and clenches, and my breathing grows rapid.
“Now, that is a very pretty, pink pussy.” says Daniel. “It’s going to be really good getting my big cock inside there. You like my cock don’t you Charlotte?”
I don’t reply. It barely seems necessary when I have my pussy displayed six inches from Daniel’s face, but my Master says “Manners, Charlotte. Answer Daniel’s question.”
“Yes, Daniel. I do.”
My Master again. “You do…. what…. Charlotte?”
“Yes, Daniel. I like your cock.”
“You want me to fuck you with it Charlotte?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Charlotte….” says my Master.
“Yes, Daniel. I’d love you to fuck me with your cock.”
Daniel’s tongue spiralling around my clit is driving me wild. A finger probes inside me, circling the inner muscle. “Aaahhhh... yes…” he says. “…that feels nice and tight.” The finger crooks upwards onto my g-spot, rubbing hard, and I spasm and scream, my spine arching, as pleasure-shock sparkles through me.
“James. Lift Charlotte’s head a little would you. Let her see what’s happening.”
My Master cups his hands under my head and neck, raising me so that I have a view of Daniel. Right now, I can only see the top of his head as he licks long, slow strokes between my pussy and clit. My hips trembling uncontrollably, electric arousal is rapidly climbing to climax.
“Charlotte, you may not come yet.”
“I’ll try not to, Master. But it’s not easy…”
Daniel pulls away and stands, winking at me. “Mustn’t get you into trouble with your Master, eh, Charlotte? I know what he likes to do with you. Never mind. Let’s get this inside you.”
He holds me by the thighs, cock-head probing at my now gaping, pussy lips. It is huge, and, not for the first time, I wonder if I can accommodate this monster. But as he pushes inwards, leaning in to me, it feels utterly, utterly delicious as he stretches me wide. My pussy jumps and twitches as he enters me, then pulls out a little and reinserts, once or twice, as he lubricates in my juices.
His dark eyes lock onto mine, watching my reaction, as he penetrates me with his enormous member. Slowly he eases in, filling me completely, and more.
God, I’ll split if he goes any further!
But still he slides in deeper. He has done a good job of arousing me. Without my passage being slick, this simply couldn’t happen, but, at the point where all I can do is gasp, he stops and grins again.
“Nice one, Charlotte. That’s all of it.” Then he thrusts, and I yell.
It hurts. It really hurts.
As he slams into me, I yelp, biting my bottom lip. But the hurting is delectable, and as he pauses, looking a little worried, I say, “Don’t stop. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Behind me, my Master shifts position, supporting me at the shoulders, his body pressed against mine. My head pressed forward by the flat of his stomach, I have an excellent view of Daniel as he starts to work me. Michael stands behind him, supporting my legs, and freeing Daniel’s hands for other things.
“Why, thank you, Michael.” he says, half turning to acknowledge my Lover. “I can do this now.” And he slips fingers through red curls to rub my clit, one hand pulling back the sheath and the other manipulating the tiny nub.
I scream and writhe, but pinned by the three men, I am going nowhere. And now, Daniel starts to thrust in earnest. Pressing in hard, he withdraws completely. Then he surges in again, all the way, full length, banging up against my inner walls. Out again. And in.
Quivering and trembling, with each stroke, I bawl in pain and triumph, as he bangs inside me. My body can’t take too much more of this, but I want more.
As he fucks me, Daniel looks down, watching me. He is such a beautiful man, his dark skin highlighted over toned muscles and firm flesh.
“How’s college going, Charlotte?”
?
?
He wants to talk about college? Now? When he’s shoving the biggest cock I’ve ever seen inside me.
“Er…. Um…. Ahhhhhh…. it’s going well.”
“Exams went well?”
“Yes, very…. Aaaahhhh…. very well.”
“How are your funds?”
Ah… Gotcha…
“Um, I’m okay.”
“But more cash is always handy eh?”
“Well, yes, of course…. aaahhhh…”
I look up, just in time to see him lock eyes with my Master for a moment.
“I’ll be happy to see you alright for more money, any time you want.”
I cannot speak. My insides are being stretched and pounded in amazing ways.
