Maggie and the Master

by Sarah Fisher

  But it was far from over. There was movement again, the bed rocking, another man clambering onto it, thrusting deep into Kay. She moaned again, moaning as he stretched her, used her, flesh slapping flesh, faster and faster. Behind the blindfold Maggie closed her eyes tight shut. Kay began to come too, making the mattress buck as the man riding her giggled victoriously and ejaculated inside her.

  Then Maggie felt Max thrusting into her, deep into her soaking sex. She sighed, relishing the penetration, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto him, straining against the cuffs that held her to the gyrating bed.

  Her mind was alight with sounds and smells; Kay’s insistent cries as she came over and over again; a man telling the trussed girl how he was going to fuck her, then his triumphant expletives as he came too; the bed-frame shaking under her hands; Max’s stout cock thrusting deep into her body; her own pleasure so intense she thought she might faint.

  At that moment Max pulled the blindfold off, and the salacious images on the bed did drive Maggie over the edge into a shuddering orgasm.

  Max leant forward and withdrew his unspent erection, whispering in her ear, ‘I can’t keep you all to myself, that would be selfish. What sort of a host would that make me?’

  He rose and stepped away, and Maggie felt an anonymous hand rummaging between her thighs, groping her vacant cunt, a rampant cock brushing her buttocks, and she closed her eyes.

  Chapter Nine

  When they got back to Maggie’s house Guido opened the car door for her. She was too tired to speak, other than to wish him a perfunctory goodnight. Her mind and her body were totally exhausted as she fumbled for her front door key.

  ‘Well, well, well, just look who’s here,’ said a familiar voice as she slipped the key into the lock. Slightly bemused she looked around and was astonished to see Simon standing there in the shadows.

  ‘What are you doing here at this time of night?’ she asked, unable to keep the surprise out of her voice.

  ‘Now, there’s a nice thing to say to someone who was concerned about your welfare,’ he said sarcastically. ‘I thought the very least I could do was make sure you got home safe and sound after you deserted me like that. You could invite me in, for being so considerate. How did your interview go? What did they do, ask you to stay on for the after-show party or something?’

  Maggie tried to gather her thoughts and her alibi. ‘Something like that,’ she said hastily. ‘It was okay. It was fine.’

  ‘So, was that their driver?’ he probed. ‘You must have made a good impression to wangle yourself a ride home.’ Simon nodded towards the road, although Guido had long since gone.

  Maggie gave a noncommittal shrug and opened the front door.

  ‘You look tired; are you sure you’re all right?’ he asked.

  ‘Look, I’m fine, Simon,’ she said frostily. ‘I’m touched that you came to check up on me, but to be perfectly honest all I want to do now is fall into bed.’ She looked at him, and he looked crestfallen. ‘Okay, tell you what, why don’t you come in and have a quick coffee,’ she relented against her better judgement, his expression instantly brightening.

  ‘Great!’ he beamed, following her inside. ‘Thanks, Maggie.’

  ‘Actually, Simon, maybe this isn’t such a good idea, I really need a shower,’ she said, once they were in the hall.

  ‘Don’t let me stop you. I’m quite domesticated you know. You go and have your shower and leave the coffee to me.’

  Upstairs Maggie dropped the ruins of her new clothes into the bin and looked at her body in the mirror.

  Her nipples were red and sore from bite marks and far too much attention. Her bottom was striped from the crop and her sex was sore. She closed her eyes, remembering the frenzied animal heat of the men as they took her again and again. She shivered. Until meeting Max she would never have believed herself capable of such behaviour.

  Feeling increasingly tired she set the shower to hot and stepped gratefully beneath the refreshing torrent. The more she thought about it, the more she felt it had been a mistake to let Simon in. There was no way she wanted to be sociable with him; all she wanted was to crawl into the warmth and comfort of her bed…

  Maggie shrieked as Simon, naked, squeezed into the shower with her. ‘What do you think you’re playing at?’ she snapped furiously, incredulously, trying to cover herself with her arms. ‘Get out of here this instant!’

  But Simon just grinned at her. ‘Oh come on, Maggie, stop playing hard to get,’ he said infuriatingly. ‘You know I’ve fancied you for ages. And all that crap about not fancying me? I’m not fooled by that for an instant.’

  Was he drunk? ‘Simon,’ she said, trying to control her outrage, ‘get out of my shower, my bathroom, and my house, now. Please, before you do something we both regret. Go now and I’ll never say anything more about it.’

  Simon giggled inanely, and then cupping her face he kissed her aggressively, one hand straying down to maul her breasts while a knee pressed determinedly between her thighs.

  ‘Come on, Maggie, don’t be so coy,’ he growled, breaking away from the kiss. ‘I know you really fancy me, and besides, you’re all on your own. I know you’re gagging for it, a girl in your position, no one to snuggle up to at night. Come on, you know you want to. I thought maybe you’d like a little bit of rough.’

  He kissed her again, trying to force his tongue into her mouth, making her squirm back against the wet tiles in horror. ‘I’ll scream and wake Kay!’ she spluttered, managing to push him away.

  Simon’s eyes darkened menacingly. ‘Nice try, Maggie, but I’ve already looked in her room and she’s not home,’ he said ominously. ‘There’s just you and me, and this…’ His face rubbed against hers as he kissed her forehead, almost paternally, while with one hand he brushed his engorged cock against her belly.

  ‘Simon, get out,’ she implored weakly, physically and mentally drained from the night’s exertions. ‘Please, just get out and let’s forget this ever happened…’

  Before she could stop him he pressed her back against the tiles, sneering at her words as he forced her legs wider apart with his knee, his breath laden with alcohol. She started to struggle, knowing there was no reasoning with him, but he merely tutted sarcastically and grabbed her hair, pulling her face within inches of his.

  ‘Come on, darling,’ he gloated, ‘we both know you’ll love it. Just relax, take it easy and enjoy a real man. I’m not going to hurt you, just give you the fucking you need to loosen you up a little.’

  Maggie felt her anger flare, but he was too strong and easily quelled her resistance. She tried to push him away again, pressing her clenched fists to his chest, but he was unrelenting.

  ‘Simon, stop,’ she begged. ‘You’re drunk, and I know when you sober up you’ll regret this… Simon, please…’

  As she tried to knee him he dragged her out of the shower cubicle and threw her to the bathroom floor. Instantly he was upon her, giving her no respite, pinning her to the tiles with one hand while guiding his cock into her with the other.

  ‘There we are, sweetheart,’ he grunted. ‘You know you love it really. Now just relax while I give you the best screw you’ve ever had.’

  Maggie mumbled wearily for him to stop, but far from stopping Simon seemed to be further inflamed by her pleas.

  ‘Shit, that feels fantastic,’ he groaned, throwing his head back. ‘Oh yes, that feels bloody great. I knew you’d feel this good, Maggie. I’ve always known it, and now I’m really fucking you.’ Snorting and grunting he began to buck and twist inside her, driving deeper and deeper, moving increasingly raggedly, and quickly he ejaculated - too quickly for his liking - while Maggie felt tears of shame running down her face as he pressed fully into her and held himself there, his groin tight between her parted thighs, his penis throbbing rhythmically as it discharged his seed deep into her body. He snorted through clenched teeth, sinewy veins standing proud in his throat, his eyes shut as he luxuriated in the triumph of at last
fucking Maggie.

  He collapsed onto her, feverishly raining kisses on her face and her throat in some loathsome parody of love or affection.

  ‘Phew!’ he gasped in her ear. ‘Wasn’t that something? I knew you wanted me all along. I knew you’d be good, too. But not that fucking good!’

  Maggie stared up at the ceiling in disbelieving horror.

  ‘Shall I go and make us that coffee now?’ he asked, sliding out of her, his cock leaving a sticky trail across her trembling tummy.

  ‘Coffee?’ Maggie said quietly, unable to believe what she was hearing. ‘You bastard, Simon; how could you do this to me? Get out of my house now and leave me alone.’

  Simon got to his feet, his expression smug. ‘Don’t be silly, Maggie. You invited me in for coffee; I didn’t twist your arm. You wanted me to fuck you. That’s why you came up here on the pretext of wanting a shower, rather conveniently leaving the bathroom door unlocked. You wanted me to follow you up and fuck you. You just won’t admit it to me, or to yourself. It’s about time you did, Maggie. It’s about time you did.’

  For long uncomfortable seconds Simon stared down at her, gloating, then turned and left the bathroom.

  She waited until she heard the front door open and close, and then crawled back into the shower and washed away any traces of his touch. The water had gone cold when she finally got out of the shower, towelled herself dry and slipped gratefully into bed.

  It was almost light when Maggie heard her bedroom door open. She woke from sleep with a start and instantly tensed, terrified it might be Simon back for more.

  She heard light footsteps padding across the bedroom, felt the duvet pull back, and was about to react when a familiar voice said, ‘Don’t worry, it’s only me. I thought you might need a cuddle.’

  Maggie sighed with relief and surprise. She couldn’t have put it better herself. The body snuggled to her was warm and soft and belonged to her lodger. Kay was the very last person she would have expected to climb into her bed at any time, least of all tonight.

  ‘Are you okay?’ Kay whispered.

  ‘Sort of,’ said Maggie, her voice trembling with unexpected emotion. It wasn’t the after-effects of the evening spent with Max and his friends that unsettled her, but Simon’s unsophisticated attentions. Kay’s unexpected tenderness brought tears to her eyes.

  Not that Kay was to know that, and she very gently kissed Maggie, who began to respond, and eased her tongue into Maggie mouth, holding her close while her hands stroked and caressed her trembling body. As she began to relax Kay cupped Maggie’s breasts, murmuring soft words of encouragement while caressing her.

  Maggie shivered as Kay worked her lips over her throat and shoulders, and then lower to her breasts, her soft kisses and fingers eagerly teasing her stirring nipples. Maggie let out a long sigh, moaning with a heady mixture of uncertainty and delight. Despite her fears Kay’s touch was sure and persuasive, each caress lighting a thousand tiny flares in Maggie’s sleepy mind.

  ‘Oh,’ Maggie moaned as she felt trembling flutters of arousal. ‘We… we can’t do this,’ she stammered.

  ‘Shhhhh, it’s all right,’ Kay soothed, the words humming on Maggie’s flesh as she sucked one of her nipples into her mouth. ‘Max told me to come home and make love to you,’ she confided. ‘He told me to make you sing with pure pleasure. Here, touch me, Maggie. I’m here for you. I’ve wanted you for some time. Let me show you.’ Finding Maggie’s hands she guided them to her own full breasts.

  The girl’s skin was as soft as spun silk and warm and fluid under Maggie’s fingertips, her lithe form a stunning contrast to the masculine brawn of the others. Maggie gasped at just how beautiful Kay felt, and almost without thinking she lowered her head and drew Kay’s erect nipple into her mouth. The blonde moaned appreciatively and lifted herself up, pressing towards Maggie in both invitation and acceptance of her tentative caresses.

  With Freya, Maggie had felt very much the slave, dominated and taken by a cruelly dominant mistress. But curled up in Kay’s arms there was just intimate pleasure, two girls making love to each other in a way she had never dreamt she would find so deliciously consuming.

  Kay’s fingers brushed Maggie’s sex, making the breath catch in her throat.

  ‘Trust me, it’ll be beautiful,’ Kay murmured, taking one of Maggie’s hands and gently guiding it between her own legs. Maggie made no effort to resist, but was surprised at just how wet Kay was, her sex hot and seeping creamy silk. She knew this was a present from Max Jordan, a present to them both.

  Kay gently guided Maggie’s kisses down over her breasts and belly to the shaven mound of her sex. As she pressed kisses to the girl’s flesh, Maggie could smell Kay’s excitement and feel the ripples of pleasure sifting through her body.

  For a moment, lying alongside Kay, her face and lips a fraction away from Kay’s fragrant quim, Maggie hesitated, nervous and unsure. She had never been attracted to her own sex, but thanks to Max Jordan all that, and much more, had changed.

  ‘Please,’ Kay whispered, lifting her hips towards Maggie’s waiting mouth. ‘Please kiss me.’

  How could she possibly refuse? Tentatively she pressed her lips to the fleshy lips, imaging what the kiss would feel like. Beneath her the girl gasped in delight and lifted her hips to give Maggie greater access, her fingers joining Maggie’s tongue, holding her sex open for Maggie’s caresses. Slowly, trying hard to still her own fears and doubts as much as anything else, Maggie slipped her tongue into Kay’s open sex and licked like an inquisitive kitten, her taste buds suffused by the richly oceanic flavour of Kay’s excitement. She let the tip of her tongue ease across the engorged ridge of Kay’s clitoris, knowing instinctively that it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. She nibbled and lapped at the engorged bud, sucking it eagerly.

  ‘Oh…’ Kay gasped, and pulled Maggie up to straddle her face. Groaning, the lithe blonde pulled her hips down, so that Maggie had no choice but to settle her own throbbing sex onto the waiting mouth. She immediately felt herself respond to Kay’s intense caresses, felt her body accepting them.

  When her orgasm came an engulfing wave swept through the two of them, and Maggie trembled uncontrollably with pure pleasure. She fell into a deep and contented sleep, curled up in the other girl’s arms.

  When she woke in the morning Maggie was alone, fresh sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. She lay for a few minutes letting all manner of thoughts roll through her head, trying to work out what was real and what was a dream. One by one as the events and memories of the previous evening and night unfolded, she realised that of all of them she was far more embarrassed and confused by what had happened with Simon Faraday than anything else.

  Over breakfast Kay didn’t mention anything. In fact, she acted as if nothing had happened between them at all.

  Fortunately Maggie and Simon’s paths didn’t cross until the end of the week.

  ‘I really need to talk to you,’ he said as she parked in the office car park and hurried across the tarmac to reception. It was first thing in the morning and Maggie had no intention of lingering.

  ‘I’ve got nothing I want to say to you, Simon, and if you come anywhere near me I’ll call security,’ she threatened, with considerably more confidence than she felt.

  ‘Oh come on, Maggie, stop playing games with me,’ he countered, and she swung round, outraged by the condescending tone of his voice.

  ‘Playing games?’ she said. ‘What do you mean by that, Simon?’

  He shook his head in disbelief. ‘Maggie, I know you’ve been on your own for quite a while, and I know what you like. You’ve wanted what I gave you for some time now. Don’t you deny it,’ he said quickly as she opened her mouth to object. ‘Girls like you don’t know how to ask for what they want, so you need a real man to show you. You’ve been giving me the come on for months, you know you have.’

  She stared at him in total astonishment. Where on earth was all this patronising rubbish coming from
? ‘Simon, all I’ve ever done is be friendly towards you,’ she stated, trying very hard not to lose her temper completely. ‘I’ve never given you any encouragement whatsoever.’ Why on earth was she even talking to the creep?

  ‘What if I said I was sorry?’ he said.

  Maggie shook her head. ‘It would mean considerably more if I thought for an instant that you meant it,’ she said.

  He glowered her. ‘Have you ever considered that you’ve got some kind of sexual problem, Maggie?’

  They were walking through reception, Simon scuttling along just behind her. She was beginning to get really angry, but fighting to maintain her dignity. She didn’t want him to see he was getting to her. ‘I don’t have a sexual problem, Simon. The only problem I have is with you; now get out of my face.’

  ‘I was wondering if maybe you’re frigid,’ he went on regardless, infuriating her, ‘only most women find me very attractive?’

  Maggie shook her head at the nerve and the arrogance of the man. If only he knew. She didn’t bother gracing his incredible, conceited remarks with a reply, and instead stepped into a waiting lift and closed the doors in his face, shaking with rage as it smoothly started to ascend. What a bastard!

  When she got to her floor and the metal doors slid aside, she was stunned to see Simon standing there in the corridor, red-faced and out of breath.

  ‘Look, Maggie,’ he wheezed, hands on hips, struggling to recover from the exertion of running up four flights of stairs, ‘stop fighting me, will you. I wondered if you might be interested in spending a weekend with me in the country, that’s all. A friend of mine has a lovely little cottage that we could borrow. It would be great if we could spend some time together.’

  She shook her head in amazement. ‘Simon, I’m only going to say this once more and then I’m going to lose my patience with you. I’m not interested in you. I’ve never been interested in you. I’m sorry if you think I’ve given you the wrong signals at any stage, but trust me, this is not some elaborate game of chase me, chase me. I genuinely don’t want to go out with you. Not now, not ever. Is that perfectly clear?’