Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 700

… My already good figure is an hourglass. At my neck, I wear a heavy collar of black gems, that glint and shimmer as I move.

I know that I look spectacular.

And, I do not look remotely virginal….

“Let’s get a few things straight,” I say to my startled Lovers. “This has gone on long enough. I’m fine. But you two are going to drop your differences and go back to being the friends you really are. Between you, you have ensured over the last year or so that I am thoroughly non-virginal, and I don’t wish to be treated like a fragile doll by you now. I do expect to fuck, and be fucked, hard, by both the men in my life.”

They remain silent, still staring, although both are beginning to bulge in their pants.

“So,” I continue, “what are you both going to do about it?”

Michael acts first. Striding over, he stands in front of me. In my heels, I am only just shorter than he is, and I can almost look him in the eye.

He is such a beautiful man, his blond hair, now streaked almost to white by the sun, and his eyes, an intense blue, set against his deep beach tan.

His hand curves around the back of my head. Twisting his fingers into my hair, he pulls my face towards him, forcing me into an open-mouthed kiss. The kiss is hard and long, and, as he presses himself against me, his erection is hard against my thigh.

Then he breaks away, turning me, propelling me across the room. Hands on my shoulders, he pushes me down. “On your knees, Charlotte, for your Master.”

Michael’s fingers still gripping my hair, my Master, with that invisible smile of his, which I had almost forgotten, crinkling at the corners of his dark eyes, strokes my upcurved breasts. Then he prises them free of the corset, to play with the nipples.

Already my pussy is warming. He pinches at my nipples, sending pangs skipping down inside me, to electrify my heating core.

“Suck me off, Charlotte. Then, I want to see you do the same for Michael. We’ll take it from there, shall we?”

His eyes glance upwards for a moment. I recognise that look when he and Michael are agreeing together how to fuck me.

I’ve not seen that look for too long, but now it has returned, and I smile.

“Yes, Master.”

He is bulging. Edging forward between his legs, I unbelt and unzip him, struggling a little to release his already hard cock from his clothes. Michael releases his grip on my hair, and behind me, I hear the sounds of undressing.

As I drop to wipe my tongue across the droplet seeping from my Master’s cock-head, fingers probe behind me, dipping into my pussy, testing me.

Michael’s voice, “She’s dripping. Our Charlotte’s back again.”

Then his hand pushes the back of my head, pressing me down over my Master’s pulsing shaft. “Go on. We both expect to see more than that in there. Get your mouth around him properly.” I gape, as pushed inexorably downwards, the thick shaft penetrating my mouth, I take as much as I can.

“Thank you, Michael. I believe I can handle matters at this end. You make sure that that end is kept busy.”

Michael rams into me from behind, making me ‘Mmmfff!!!’ through my mouthful of cock. He pumps hard, my pussy streaming as he pistons into me. A hand snakes around me, reaching in below, to tweak and flutter at my engorging clit.

“God, Charlotte, you look hot,” says Michael. “Love the outfit.”

“Mmm, Michael. Lift her up for me, let me get a better look.”

Still ramrodding me, Michael grips me by the hair again, kneeling me upright against himself, arching me backwards, to display me to my Master.

And with that, he fastens his mouth over my glowing pussy, plunging in deeply with his tongue.

I can’t yell, gagged by Michael face-fucking me, but I spasm and jerk. My body struggles against the fire bathing my loins, the electricity sparking through my convulsing cunt, but again, Michael has me pinned, his weight above me.

He looks down as I writhe and lurch under him. “Here it comes,” he says, and with a gasp, he spurts, hot and creamy, his bitter-sweet cum coating my mouth. He pulls out, still streaming. “Swallow,” he instructs.

I gulp, his cock still trickling over my lips. “Lick it off. We don’t want your face dirty for James.”

I suck at my lips, licking away the remains of his load. “Now me. I want a nice clean cock. I may want to use it again later.”

I lick up and down his length, the taste of myself and Michael intermingled as I wash him with my tongue.

“That’s right, all of it. Head, shaft and balls.”

I try to obey, but my Master is gently torturing my pussy. Sucking at my labia, stretching them between lips and teeth, running long, slow swipes of his tongue through my seething pussy, my folds and across my clit.

Quivering and quaking, my breath is fast and short, sweat gleaming in the tight channel of my cleavage.

Moaning, wailing, I grip Michael’s thighs as my climax builds, my hips shuddering against my Master’s face, until with a howl, I Cum.

Orgasm detonates within me. Almost, I cannot draw breath as I scream out, my body locked in ecstatic spasms that spiral out from my pulsing cunt.

“Stop, Master! Please, stop…”