Masters & Lovers Box Set One

Still with only the single forefinger, I dip between her thighs, to find moist heat on the tender line of the inner thigh. A little further in and there is hot swelling flesh and a growing wetness.

Retreating outward, I brush over her clit, still sheathed, and swaying a little, her balance off in her closed-eye world of arousal, she whimpers, her breath shuddering.

Cupping her sex with my palm, my skin is wet. I insert a single finger inside her, enjoying the dance and skip of muscle and flesh. Lips peeling back, she moans. It's a long, low sound that vibrates through her. My cock is sending urgent messages, but my head says there's no hurry. I'm enjoying the noises my mermaid is making, and the play of her muscles as the strain shimmers over her skin.

I withdraw my hand, presenting her with my wet and glistening fingers, pushing them at her mouth. "Lick me clean, Charlotte. Clean yourself from me."

She laps and licks, sucking at my fingers as I push them to her mouth. Then, pulling my fingers free, I replace it with my thumb. "You know where this is going, don't you?"

Her eyes open, rolling across to me, her breathing accelerating.

Michael leans forward, elbows on knees. "Your Master asked you a question, Charlotte. And did anyone tell you to open your eyes?"

Closing her eyes once more, "Yes, Master. I know where it's going."

"James, a blindfold I think."

"Good idea."

Michael reaches with a long arm for a bedside drawer, pulling out the long black silken scarf he favours, then slipping it over her eyes, he knots it securely at the back. Inspecting the effect, he tugs the fabric down a little to the front, ensuring her vision is blocked.

Blindfold, bound in silk, kneeling and trembling, she looks incredible. The heady fragrance rises from her parted loins and the smooth sheen of her thighs is turning to the shine of moisture.

I push my thumb back in her mouth. "Suck it, Charlotte. Get it wet."

She's not stable so, reaching from the front, I slip fingers inside her pussy. Reaching in from behind, I trace a circle around her rosette, easing in, then pushing in. My arms to either side of her, she can't fall, but she quakes and shakes against me as I ease in then run my thumb in a circle, widening her, stretching her, opening her up.

Michael, raising a finger to his lips, stands to rummage in the drawer for a moment, then takes out a small vibe. Holding it close to her ear, he turns it on, upping the power a couple of times, letting her hear the rising whine. Touching the tip, just barely, to her skin, he slips it across her cheek and over her lips, then slides it back to the nape of her neck and down. Tracing the outline of her spine, he follows the curve of her back, diverting for an instant around her bound wrists, lying between the twinned dimples at the base, and south.

My fingers are slick, and the air laced with the tang of her growing excitement. Michael raises a questioning eyebrow and I withdraw my thumb which he replaces with the vibe. She rocks against me, wailing, but he pushes it home, twisting the base to turn up the power as he does so.

Smiling as he stands back, he surveys her. I pull away too, leaving her unsupported, rocking and swaying as she tries to remain upright.

Offering me his hand again, Michael helps me up, tugging me upright, then unbuttoning his shirt, unbuckling his belt and kicking off shoes, he strips off in swift, economic movements, grinning at me, white against tan.

His cock at full mast, but still standing clear, he watches her, shivering and shaking, mouth open as she moans under the kiss of the vibe. "I'm beginning to feel superfluous," he comments.

Keeping my voice loud, "That," I reply, "is why nature blessed men with imaginations..."

Michael closes in, kissing her lips with his cock-head, smearing a little pre-cum over the skin, apparently musing over my words. Then he says, "True." Stooping, he slides hands under her constrained arms and lifts her bodily to stand, then pushing her face-down on the bed.

Bending over the end of the mattress, collared in velvet, bound in silk, Charlotte's creamy, heart-shaped ass is presented to us, blushing scarlet inwardly and fading to a delicate pink towards the cheeks.

I trace a fingertip over her outline. "I think I'd like to see more colour there. What do you think, Michael?"

"Oh, definitely." He pats one firm cheek. "About there, I'd say."

"There?" I swat at the spot, give her warning of what's coming.

"And thereabouts...."

Bending over her, I whisper close by her face. "Safewords, Charlotte?"

She quivers. "Yellow, Master. And red."

I swipe my palm across her skin. The flesh is warm and vibrates a little under my hand. "Have you noticed, Michael, how even the finest formed ass-cheek wobbles at times like this?" "Can't say I had. Why don't you demonstrate?" I slap her across the other cheek. "Oh, yes, I see what you mean. I rather liked that. Why don't you show me again...."

Another slap, and another. None of the strikes has carried much force yet, but she quakes, her breath catching. Standing close, a hand on either buttock, I rub, then, "Ankles further apart, Charlotte."

Stomach flat to the bed, face pressed sideways, her hands bound behind, she struggles to move, so shifting her foot with my good leg, I help her along, easing her feet apart with mine.

Standing back, positioning myself, I slap again, harder this time, and again on the same spot. Changing to the other side, I repeat the strikes. Then again, now alternating between the two. She whimpers, making small cries with each stroke as her skin warms and pinks up.

Her flesh is beginning to glow and burn, her breathing is accelerating and sweat beads her forehead, to trickle down in shining trails down her skin. She's wriggling now, trying to escape the sting, but her pussy is bright and inflamed, swollen and gleaming.

My palms smart, glowing almost as much as my Jade's lovely rear.

"I want to hear more of a reaction," says Michael. He returns to the side-drawer, taking out a much larger vibe than the finger-sized device already inside her.... .... Much larger....

Seeing the size of the thing, I mouth silently to him, "For the back?"

Tube in hand, he lubes up his fingers. "Ah-ha. I'd like to see some more in there."

"Did you hear that, Charlotte?" I say. "Your husband wants more. And you're going to deliver it." With an 'off-you-go-then' gesture with my palm, I stand to one side.

Michael slips out the finger-vibe, then with a finger of his own, winds circles into her ass, stretching and widening further. As she moans, he comments, "I was a bit stressed this morning. I know there's no really good reason for it, but I'm in a mood to test your boundaries Charlotte."

He circles more tightly, opening her still more and her answering groan is almost a sob. "Was that an argument? James, I think we'll have her ankles restrained." His voice is austere, but Michael is grinning like a pumpkin as he works her up.... Physically and emotionally....

Michael having an adventurous episode....

.... Blowing off steam....

Hope he feels better after this....