Chapter 55: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Eleven
Shuddering and whimpering, supported by my Master, aroused by my Lover, I arch and writhe. Michael
parts my pussy lips with his fingers, prating me with his tongue. My Master slides down to my clit
with one hand, the other tweaking and pinching at a nipple.
Arousal sparkling through me, from my puckering nipples to my hardening clit, my core wells and melts
as Michaelps at my flowing juices.
And then, again I see the eye contact between them, Michael looking briefly up, past my shoulder. He
pulls away from me, swinging my feet back to the floor. Abruptly, I am pushed upwards by my Master,
as he heaves me upright. Both men standing free of me, Michael, palm t against my chest, simply
pushes me backwards. Losing my bnce, I fall back onto the bed, and Michael climbing me,
straddling my chest, feeds me his trembling shaft. Huge now, and firm, red-purple, and scented
delicately with Michael’s sweet aroma, it pushes at my lips, seeking ess.
I cannot see what is happening beyond, but my knees are parted and raised as my Master settles
between my thighs, his face pressed into my liquid sex.
I try to take the cock in front of me in my hands, but Michael seizes my wrists, raising my arms over my
head, pressing them down on the bed. “Don’t move from that position,” he instructs. He sounds stern,
but his eyes are twinkling.
“Tighten your lips.”
I wrap my lips around my teeth, and Michael pushes himself between, using my mouth to pleasure
himself. The ridge of his cock-head squeezes past my lips and back again, in and out again, and all the
time, he is flowing more heavily, a steady trickle of briny pre-cum, which gradually settles to my throat.
He withdraws for a moment. “Swallow,” he says, watching my face. I gulp, and he pushes back inside.
My pussy is electrifying under my Master’s attentions, sending stabs of pleasure spiking through me.
Two fingers inside, scraping my sweet spot, he works my bud with his tongue, winding circles with the
tip. The fleshy hood held back with a thumb, my naked clit quivers and pulses as he licks and flicks and
sucks.
My breathing is ragged. Flushing hot, dripping with perspiration and perfumed with the delicious scent
of my hugely aroused Lover as he face-fucks me, my control is slipping.
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As my hips begin to jerk and quake, my fluttering pussy quivers towards climax. Michael, watching me
closely, withdraws from me, simply stroking his erection over my face.
I shudder into orgasm, hips bucking, but pinned under Michael’s weight, cannot move otherwise. As I
howl my release, vaguely conscious of being gripped at the thighs, my Master plunges his tongue deep
inside me, working my pulsating inner muscles, swiping spirals inside me, drinking at my gushing cunt.
With a groan, Michael cums. Holding his cock-head close to my open, wailing mouth, he spurts his hot
cream, some within, but most over my face and neck.
My arms are thrashing, but as Michael finishes, he climbs off me, onto the bed and behind, grabbing
my wrists and pulling, holding me outstretched. I am still cumming as my Master pulls away from me,
and then, semi-kneeling, semi-standing to slide atop me, plunges deep, spearing me.
My pulsating pussy clenches around him, clutching and squeezing as he pistons into me, stretching me
open, filling me, pounding me inside and only stopping as he rams against my inner walls.
Screaming now, pinned by wrists and cunt, orgasm my whole world, eyes squeezed closed, I thrash
and twist before, climax subsiding, I open my eyes again to see my Master looking down, watching me,
smiling.
Then, almost immediately, he gasps, and juddering, grinds himself into me, his hips quivering against
mine. Supporting himself over me on his elbows, he groans and shakes as he pumps his orgasm deep
inside me.
Still panting, he flops down on top of me. “Ye gods, that was powerful.”
“Mmm,” agrees Michael, talkative as ever, before releasing my wrists.
Both men lie beside me, the three of us in a loose embrace. Michael takes my left hand, twiddling the
pair of rings, before kissing my fingers Then, arms around me, he kisses me deeply on the mouth.
My Master simply watches us, before, as Michael releases me, he also takes my left hand, and kisses
my fingers.
*****
“I’m out in the City again today, but I’ll be back tonight.” says my Master. “Anyone want a change of
scene for the day?”
Michael nces across to me. “Lunch out? Nice Italian ce perhaps?”
“Sounds great.” I smile. “Yes, Master, we’lle too.”
Michael and I spend the day mooching around the City; a good lunch, then, sitting in the park and just
enjoying being together. It’s a good day, but by the end of it, I’m happy to leave the traffic behind, and I
am looking forward to returning to our beach hideaway.
*****
Michael and I arrive at the reception. “They’re still in the meeting,” says the secretary, “but do take a
seat. Help yourselves to coffee.”
Michael pours a couple of cups, then sits, leafing through a magazine. I sip the coffee, but my attention
is taken by arge 3D model of a cityscape. Moving to examine it more closely, through arge internal
ss window, I see my Master with another man. The other man nces up, then does a double-take
as he sees me, before smiling politely and looking away.
My Master looks up to see what the stranger was looking at, spotting me and giving a brief wave. He
taps his watch and holds up five fingers at me. I ‘thumbs-up’ him.
The 3D model captivates me. I can tell the area it represents, by the curve of the river and one or two
“Is this the big project they’re working on?” I ask the receptionist.
“Yes, that’s right. Almost everything over there, except for some of the historical buildings, is going to
be bulldozed and redeveloped. The work’s already started.”
I know that area of town. Old memories surface, and I push them firmly down.
Bulldozed?
“Sounds good to me,” Iment, trying to keep my voice neutral. But the more I look at the model,
thinking about what it represents, the work and the restoration that is going on there….
And my Master is working with the man who started this? Is working on it himself….
Smiling to myself as I circle the model, sucking at my lips, my mind is working overtime.
“What’s so interesting, Charlotte?” asks Michael, looking up from his magazine. I don’t get a chance to
reply.
The office door clicks open, and my Master steps out. “Ah, Charlotte, Michael. Not been waiting long I
hope?”
“Only five minutes,” says Michael, and the Lady here makes a good cup of coffee.
The stranger follows my Master out into reception. “Francis, could you scan these and then on-send
them to James please.” He passes the receptionist a bundle of papers, then nces at me.
“My apologies if I seemed rude a few minutes ago,” he says to me. “You caught me by surprise. Just
for a moment, I thought you were my wife, and I know she’s not here today. There is a striking
resemnce.”
My Master says, “Charlotte, Michael, can I introduce Richard Haswell, founder and CEO of the Haswell
Corporation.”
I reach to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr Haswell.”
He takes my hand, shaking it briskly. Richard Haswell is a handsome man, strikingly so. But more than
that, he has an air about him, carrying himself with poise. He reeks of power and authority. And this is
his project….
As my eyes meet his, my libido kicks from the inside. Firmly, I kick it back. This man is not avable for
‘ying’. Nheless, my Master’s eyes lock with mine for a moment, and then with Michael’s, and my
Master is not pleased.