MICHAEL

Charlotte’s breath hitches. She doesn’t speak, but her chest is heaving, and for a moment her face swings back towards me in question.

“Me? Oh, I’ll think I’ll get on top of you; push my cock inside and fuck you hard. Make you scream a bit.”

Wrapping fingers into her long, red locks, I hold her head, controlling her movement, steering her towards James. He smiles as he sees what I am doing, unzipping himself, pulling out his shaft, so that it stands, already hard, waiting for her. From my sideways position, I can see her expression: a little-girl-lost mixture of devotion, lust, and adoration of James.

Come on Babe. Let’s see you get really worked up….

“Your Master wants your mouth wrapped around his cock,” I say, loud enough for him to hear too. “Open up.”

Breath shuddering, she parts her lips, and I angle her face to take him as James pushes his cock-head at her lips.

“Lick,” I instruct. “Get your tongue around him. And then we both want to see you taking him well in.”

She mouths and licks at him, bringing up her hands to unbelt his pants. There’s a tang to the air. She’s wet already; the scent of her pussy pungent and sweet, and my own cock twitches in response.

Yeah… I’m gonna shaft you, then spill in there….

James eases in and out, between her lips, and my balls tighten. I love watching myself face-fuck her, and this is almost as good. He’s streaming pre-cum, which she laps at, swiping it from the slit, where it trails in glutinous strands. He pulls free of her to wipe it, with his cock, glistening, over her lips.

“Clean your lips,” I say. “Lick them clean. You mustn’t have dirty lips when you are sucking off your Master.”

She glances sideways at me, wiping her tongue over her mouth. “No, pay attention to what you are doing. Look up at James. He notices if you let your attention wander.”

She gazes back up at him, eyes wide, enraptured.

Abruptly, he stands back, arms akimbo, still staring down, his lips twitching in a half-smile.

Still gripping her hair, twisting tight, “Stand up. Your Master wants you naked.” Rising with her, she pants loudly, rapidly, as I pull her upright by her hair.

She starts to unbutton her blouse, but I interrupt her. “Did I tell you to move?”

From behind her, I unfasten the blouse, all but ripping it off her. Equally roughly, I take off her bra, then cup her tits, lifting and squeezing them, displaying her to James. He stoops to take one in his mouth and non-too-gently teethes at the nipples.copy right hot novel pub