“Good,” says Kris. “Now, let’s get you warmed up. And his hand slaps across my butt cheeks, stinging hard. Blood singing in my ears, I yell and writhe, resisting the pain, but again, my pussy clutches and spasms.

And again, as his hand comes down a second time.

“Your Masters are correct, Charlotte. You do colour up beautifully.”

For a third time, he spanks my ass, with force enough to make me yell, then I hear the rasp of a zipper, a moment’s pause, and there is a cock being pushed inside my slick passage.

“I’m just taking it easy for now, Charlotte. Don’t want to finish myself off too soon. I want to see you getting the face-fucking you deserve first.”

He thrusts a few times, with the feel of a man warming himself over. “Gentlemen. If you would. Who’s first?”

My Master positions himself in front of me, unzipping, pulling out his cock. As he presents me his shaft, quiveringly hard, looking down he says “Intense enough for you?”

“Yes, Master. Definitely.”

“Remember. ‘Yellow’ and ‘Red’.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Don’t forget that.” He strokes my hair and cheek, then, holding my head steady with both hands, pushes inside my mouth. From my awkward position, I suck and lick, running my tongue over the rim of his cock-head the way he likes.

His cock is rock hard. He is certainly enjoying this, and a trail of pre-cum trickles over my lips.

“James,” says Kris. “Would you like to come back here? Allow some of our guests to enjoy the use of your sub?”

My Master, with a caress of my face, pulls out and after a brief moment, I feel one cock withdraw from my pussy, to be replaced by another. Holding me by the hips, my Master pumps me from behind.

Michael remains to the front of me, watching my face carefully. The last time we were here, I spaced out and did not say my safety words. Perhaps he is watching me for that again.

Of course he is.

A stranger is stripping off in front of me. Not bad looking, he has a headful of dark curly hair, matching that on his chest. Hazy blue eyes look down at me through thick black lashes. “Hello Charlotte,” he says. “I loved what you did back there. Steve always was a rude bastard. You are enjoying yourself now, are you?”

Dreamily I nod, and he smiles as his cock pushes at my lips. “This won’t take you long,” he says. “I’ve always loved redheads, and you really turned me on.”

His cock pokes over my lips, long and a bit thin, but already oozing. I suck at it, twining my tongue around the head, and as he has said, after only a few seconds, he grunts and jerks. His fingers wrapped into my hair, he pins my head as he shoots his load. I savour his hot cream as I swallow before he bends and kisses my forehead. “Thank you, Charlotte. I do hope we meet again. I’d like to spend more time with you if your Masters will allow.”

Behind me, my Master is breathing heavily, hips beginning to judder against mine. His stroke slows but strengthens. Each thrust is individual, withdrawing completely from me, then ramming back in. With a grunt, he presses in hard, grinding against me, before dropping down to lie, his chest on my back for a moment, his face resting against mine.

“Are you alright Charlotte?”

“Yes, Master, I’m fine.”

“Remember, ‘Yellow’ and’ Red’.”

“Yes, Master.”

As he withdraws from me, he and Michael change places, my Master placing himself to watch me, Michael positioning himself to penetrate me. With one finger, he traces the smarting line of the crop. As his cock slides inside, he massages my hips and lower back, rubbing at tender muscles.

Meanwhile, another cock is pressing at my lips. “Open up, Charlotte.” says the owner. “You don’t need to do the work; just wrap your lips around me.” I obey, rolling up my eyes to see my visitor. Blond and brown-eyed, he chews on his bottom lip, while stroking himself into my mouth. “Suck me now, Charlotte. Suck me hard.”

I do. Working him with my mouth and tongue and lips, I struggle. No trickle this; he flows constantly; a bitter-sweet stream of pre-cum, that blankets the inside of my mouth, leaving me constantly struggling to swallow, as he jams himself deep into me. Not quite deep enough to make me gag, but I think it is only the watchful presence of my Master and Michael that stops this jerk going for a full deep-throat.copy right hot novel pub