I drifted off thinking of Kate, whilst cuddled up to Claire. I was happy and content.
The first time, I had sent Kate out to go play overnight, the thought of her and others would be running around my head all night, and I would be treated to a mental picture show, courtesy of my imagination and I would spend the entire night awake, turned on and ready to re-claim her in the morning. It had changed over the years, yes, I was still turned on by it, but now my thoughts were not all sexual, they were warm and cuddly, happy thoughts, knowing that Kate was happy. I had less of a need to degrade Kate than I used to have but Kate knew I still had that need within me, just not her.
I woke up to find Claire awake, gently running her hand over my chest, smiling at me. I looked at my watch, thinking about the day, we had plenty of time. I kissed Claire.
“Good morning mister Charles”
“Good morning, baby girl”.
We kissed, slowly at first, but adding more passion as Claire reached down and stroked my very hard morning cock, looking at me, I knew she wanted it.
I pulled her on top of me and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pyjama bottoms and started to slide them down. Not wanting to stop kissing me, Claire struggled to assist, eventually pulling one leg free.
She looked at me for permission and reached between our bodies, gripping my cock, she gently lowered herself down, and nuzzled her face into my neck. We moved slowly with me deep inside her. We stayed in that position for ages, moving very slowly, Claire kissing my neck, then moving to kiss my face until she found my mouth. The need to orgasm was very slow to build, but when it did, I needed to fuck her hard. I rolled her over so that she was underneath me, rolling together so I stayed inside her. My hands found her knees and I pulled her legs upwards. Her left leg still inside the bottoms, bunched around her ankle. I pulled out of her and her face showed disappointment and intrigue.
I pushed her ankles together and brought her legs up at 90 degrees to her body. Removing the flannel material from her leg, I found the crotch and slid that behind her neck, pulling the legs forward, I used each one to loop around her knees and then tied them together in a large knot at the ankles. As I pulled the knot up towards her face, her legs were pulled up, so her knees touched her breasts. I pulled her head forward and pushed the knot over her head. The knot rested right in the middle of the base of her neck, and the only way she could get comfortable was bend her head right back.
I knelt in front of her and plunged my cock deep into her waiting smooth pussy. I had done making love to her. I pounded in and out of her with speed, and without the gentleness I had used the night before. She was my slut, and I was reclaiming her. I could feel my balls tightening and I pulled out of her, sitting back on my heals, I took my cock in my hand and slowly started to wank.
“Make yourself cum” I demanded. Claire had shown a little shock when I had flipped her over and switched from love making to sex, but now the shock was massive and obvious as my tone changed.
“I said, make yourself cum you dirty whore, so fucking do it, now!”
Claire’s hand found her pussy and started to rub at her clit. I pushed a finger into her, as I carried on wanking. We were both close to orgasm, but Claire’s hit first and I watched as her whole body flinched. That triggered me and before I knew it, I was leaning forward, squeezing my semen out of my cock, on to her fingers and pussy.
Claire stopped moving, her legs still pushed upwards, her hand still covering her.
“Don’t move”. She didn’t.
I reached forward and lifted the knot from behind her head, untying it and pulling it from her knees. I discarded them on the floor, and as I looked at Claire, I knew she wanted nothing more than a kiss for pleasing me.
I lowered her legs for her, she started to move her hand, and I gave her a stern look, she stopped and put it back, covering her. I gently positioned her legs, slightly open.
I looked at my watch, ten minutes.
I got off the bed and stood at her side, she was ready to lick my cock clean, but knew she couldn’t move. The confusion showed. It got even stronger, when I bent down and kissed her.
“I am going for my shower. Do not move!”
“No Sir!” she replied.
I washed myself, towel dried, and ran a comb through my hair. Picking my watch up, I put it on, any minute now.
The look on Claires face was shear horror as she heard the knock on the door. Her instinct was to jump under the cover, but she didn’t. She laid there perfectly still. I looked at her, her Pyjama top, still in place, no bottoms, fully on display except for her hand covering her pussy, the semen drying over her fingers and thighs.
“Please…” she said quietly, stopping when she realised it was pointless. Claire looked towards the door and realised that she couldn’t see it, so in her mind, whoever was at the door wouldn’t be able to see the bed, so she was fine.
I opened the door in my towel, and Jane smiled at me with an excited grin.
“Room service Mr Charles”
“Thank you. Can you just put it by the bed”
I stepped to one side, and let Jane walked past me pushing the trolley, following her into the room.
Claire hadn’t moved, and locked eyes with Jane, as she parked the trolley next to bed, lifting the silver plate covers. Jane had to bend down to put them underneath the trolley. Claire’s eyes followed Jane’s every move. Jane looked Claire up and down, but didn’t say anything, acting the consummate professional.
“Is there anything else?” Jane asked, and we both turned to look at Claire, her face glowing red with embarrassment, her eyes showing excitement.
“No thank you” I said as I headed for the door. In the hallway, Jane stopped, her hand stretched out to reach the door handle. The uniforms she wore had a very 1940’s feel and look about it. A black skirt, just below the knee, thick black tights, with a white blouse, covered in ornate lace that matched the little white lacy apron she wore, with the white lacy headband, she looked like a housemaid from a big stately home in years gone-by. I knew that they weren’t tights, I knew underneath that skirt, she was wearing stockings, complete with a lacy suspender belt and matching lacy panties, very probably in the style of French knickers. She turned around to face me, and gently grabbed at my cock through the towel.
I very deliberately undid it, throwing it behind me with enough power to make sure it landed where Claire could see it, and I pinned Jane up against the door, kissing her hard.
Jane pushed me gently in the chest, “That is unfair” she said smiling as she pulled down on my cock and bit her bottom lip, “I have to go!”.
We kissed once more, and she opened the door, sliding out and I returned to Claire.
“Fancy some breakfast?”
“Yes please, can I move now?”
Claire sat up and I handed her the tray.
Halfway through breakfast, Claire had built up the courage to ask, “I take it you know her then?”
“Yes, she used to work for me.”
“Doing what?”
“Whatever she made money at” I laughed.
Claire looked like she was contemplating things, and then asked, “So you made her a whore?”
“No, she always was, I just helped her become better at it”, we finished our breakfast, and Claire sat quietly for a minute.
I started to get dressed, pulling my clothes out of the bag Kate had prepared me.
“So have you fucked her?” Claire asked in a matter-of-fact tone.
I walked up to her, placing my hand under her chin and pulling her face to mine, “Well I have to try the goods, don’t I?” I said just before kissing her hard.
“Do you still fuck her?” Claire asked.
“No, I haven’t for a couple of years”
Claire looked a bit forlorn, “is that going to happen to me? You are just trying the goods before you turn me into a proper whore and discard me?”, she looked up at me, sadness in her face. I bent down, lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.
“Claire, you are special, I don’t usually move my whores into the house with me and Kate. I love you”
Claire smiled, “I love you too”.
I stood, and then sat at the side of her, putting my arm around her shoulders.
“I am not making you into a whore Claire. You already are, I am just making you better at it, but you, and I don’t mean the whore Claire, I mean you, the beautiful girl inside, are part of my family”
Claire hugged me tightly.
“Kate and I were talking yesterday, and we think you should take our name.”
“What?”
“Wouldn’t you like to be Claire Charles?”
A tear formed in the corner of her eye, and started a slow run down her face, her mouth opened wide in a giant smile. “Can I?” she said, disbelief evident in her voice.
“Yes, baby girl, I will get Richard to organise a name change. Deed Poll, I think it is”
Claire sprang at me, pushing me down on the bed and kissing me hard.
I rolled her off me and sat up, stroking her face. “Right, get in the shower!” I said as I stood, going to her bag. I pulled out the shower cap she wore, and she looked puzzled.
“My shower cap? God, you and Kate plan absolutely everything don’t you?”
“Oh yes!” I said as I pulled out a pair of white pumps, a black leather mini-skirt, and a very small tight white t-shirt, with Juicy emblazoned across it in sparkling gold writing, and Claire’s ‘Owned’ collar”
“We think of everything” I said as I tipped out the bag showing a distinct lack of underwear.
“Shower now!”
“Yes sir!”
I gathered the breakfast trays and put them back on the trolley, finished dressing and threw our things into our bags. I was sat putting my shoes on, as Claire stepped out of the bathroom. I handed her a hairband, and she put it styled it in a long ponytail. I had laid out her clothes.
I watched as she picked up the collar, “Which way Sir?”
“Showing”
She passed the collar from hand to hand, turning it, working out which way it had to be to show the word and confident she had it right, put it on. I picked up my phone and snapped a couple of pictures.
I watched as she put the skirt on, I made her turn around and bend over. I took another picture. As she bent, she was fully on display. I showed her the picture, and I could see the thoughts, I can’t wear that, I tilted my head at her, raising one eyebrow and she knew not to question me, she smiled at me, trying to hide her fear and embarrassment.
She slipped on the top, her nipples poking out through it and sat in the chair to put the pumps on. With that skirt on, it was impossible for her to hide, and she knew it. Looking down at the mini skirt, that barely covered four inches of her thighs, she gripped the pumps tightly.
She wanted to say no, she wanted to say can’t I wear the dress I wore yesterday, but she knew it was pointless and deciding that she was to display herself to whoever I wanted to, she bit her tongue and grinned.
I took more pictures as she slipped on her pumps, and when she was done, I checked that I had everything in the bags.
Claire was tense as the door clicked behind her, but she calmed a little as I held her hand.
The hotel wasn’t overly busy in the foyer, but those that were there were dressed for the day. A couple of ladies had respectable summer dresses on, gentleman had trousers and shirts, one sat reading a paper even had a tie on. Claire felt an intense awkwardness.
“Ah Mr Charles” the man on reception greeted me.
“Are you ready to check out Sir?”
“Yes, Thank you John”
Claire’s face betrayed the fact that she wasn’t used to this type of hotel, a premier inn was posh to her, and she glowed red, standing in an awkward way as I was busy with the receptionist.
“I trust everything was to your liking as usual?”
“Yes, thank you John, are you well?”
“Oh, very well thank you Mr Charles. And may I ask, Mrs Charles is she well?”
“Kate, yes she is very good, she’s picking us up shortly”
Claire’s face changed to pure fear, everyone knew, everyone was looking at her, she was advertising that she was a whore, and as her mind flicked around in panic, she realised she had the collar on, and tears formed in her eyes. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t. Instead, she clung to the bag, holding it in front of her, hoping nobody could see her behind it.
I typed my pin number in, watched it turn to approved, and waited for John to confirm. I then said thanks and took Claire’s hand walking her straight out of the front door. The gentleman in the tie, lifted his reading glasses and gawped at Claire as we went past.
“How often do you stay here?”
“Once in a while” I said, as I waved towards Kate, who was sat in the carpark.
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