CHARLOTTE

I am still riding the wave as the blindfold is snatched from me, and my Master, bending me all but double, legs pressed back against me, my knees hard against my chest, plunges in, ramming hard, his body as deeply within me as is possible.

I howl the pain and the ecstasy of it. He is himself volcanically aroused, his cock huge within me, stretching me wide, as he fucks me hard.

He seizes my chin, fingers holding my face tight, pulling my face to his as he kisses me roughly, almost violently. His mouth pressed against mine, he spasms and groans, first grinding against me, then repeatedly ramming hard into me. His eyes wild, he pulls out and away from me, lying to one side, panting.

And now, Michael is there, pushing his cock at my mouth. Again, he is already huge. Our earlier tryst has had no effect on his readiness. His cock-head streams over my lips as I open to take him in. There is no question of my working him. I simply wrap my lips around my teeth and let him face-fuck me, the ridge of his cock riding over skin slippery with sweat and saliva and pre-cum. My jaws ache, stretching wide to take his girth. He smells of heat, and lust, and sex; the pungency of his groin washing over me as he brings himself to climax in my mouth.

I feel it coming. He pauses, trembling, one hand gripping his shaft. Through my chest, the tension in his thighs grows and then, with a grunt, he spurts, hot, briny cream coating my tongue, before he pulls out, covering my face, splashing into my hair and over my neck.

Still shaking, he drops to all four over me, his still seeping cock resting on my neck.

“Jeez….” he mutters.

“I’ll second that….” comes my Master’s voice.

“If that’s what a few weeks’ enforced abstinence gives, then perhaps it’s worth it.”

“Um… Guys.” I say. “Any chance….?”

They both burst out laughing. “Sorry, Charlotte,” says Michael, untying my wrists. “We’re forgetting ourselves aren’t we.”

My Master tosses me a towel and I wipe myself down. “Um, Michael, Master. Are we able to have a bath or a shower here?”

Michael grins. “I was joking about the tin bath. Yes, we can use the hotel facilities. In fact, sensibly, we need to set ourselves up in one of the rooms there over Christmas, at least for everyday purposes. We can come here when we want to be cosy by the fire, or if we want some privacy.”

He leans over to kiss me, wiping away a little of his cum that I missed. “You do like it here?”

He needs reassurance. “Stop worrying. I love it here.” I stroke his face. “We’re going to be so happy.”

“Yes, we are.” smiles my Master. “By the way, did I mention that we have visitors tomorrow?”

“No, who?”

“Richard and Beth wanted to have a look at the place. Um, I think they’re as intrigued as much by our living arrangements, as by the house itself, but anyway, they’ll be dropping by tomorrow morning to have a look at the place.”

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