by Simone Leigh
Michael sits to one side of us, stroking my face. His cock sits high against his stomach, quivering in time to his own heartbeat, and to the rocking movement of the bed under my Master’s thrusting.
My climax comes quickly, rising from my glowing depths, to pulse waves through my core and thighs. I almost weep as I hug close to my Master’s chest, at the exquisite gift that he gives me. My scalding cunt clutches and throbs, as I arch and scream.
Above me, eyes soft in his stern face, still moving within me, my Master watches as my orgasm passes, before, his own climax arising, his head drops and he murmurs something soft as he spurts into me.
Immediately, he withdraws, rolls away from me, and Michael takes his place, smoothly penetrating my already slick passage. Despite having already climaxed, my pussy clenches at him as he enters me, my Golden Lover, thrusting with slow steady movements of his long beautiful cock. He is so gentle, stroking my face, kissing my breasts, massaging my shoulders with his strong hands as he builds to his own climax.
Eyes squeezed closed, he gasps and jerks as he comes, grinding into me, pressing tight and filling me with his creamy stream.
Stated and gasping, he lies still, deep inside me, for a long moment, before, heaving himself away from me, he rolls aside,
“Come on, Charlotte. Let’s get you home.” says my Master.
Between them, the two raise me to a standing position, button the beautiful dress back onto me, and then Michael, sliding his arms under me, lifts me; carrying me through the crowded watchers, out of the building back to the car. He places me on the rear seat and then gets in beside me, his arms clasped around me.
The cool outside air jolts me awake again. Shaking my head to disperse my strange, dreamlike state, “Are we going home?”
“We are.” says my Master from the driver’s seat. “How do you feel, Charlotte?”
“Um, I’m fine. A bit odd that’s all. I’m not sure what happened to me there, but I’m fine really.”
Michael turns my face to his, looking at me carefully. “Yes, you are alright.” And he kisses me on the forehead.
My Master twists backwards briefly to look at me, and at Michael, then nods and returns to his driving.
Back in the apartment, despite my protests, I am put to bed.
I am not sleepy. I insist on sitting up, so Michael, speechlessly, presses a mug of hot chocolate into my hands, quietly laughing as he does so, then sits on the bed beside me.
“What happened back there?” I demand.
“It happens sometimes in those situations.” says my Master, perched on the bed-edge to the other side. “A combination of sexual arousal and reaction to pain, produces endorphins in the brain….” He sees my blank expression. “The brain’s pleasure chemicals….” he explains. “It can produce a sort of trance. Some call it ‘sub-space’. You went in there faster than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
“And you’ve seen a few, Master?”
He gives me a long look. “Yes, Charlotte. I’ve seen a few, as has Michael.”
Hugging my mug of chocolate, I wonder how much I can safely say. How much do I want to say?
“Master?”
“Mmm?”
“Marcie said….”
He and Michael glance at each other. He gives me a long look. “Marcie said…. What?”
I gulp down some of the chocolate, then gasp at my burned tongue. My Master takes the mug from my hand, placing it on a side-table.
“Marcie said what?”
Feeling uncomfortable, but knowing that I had better finish what I started. “She said that you, both of you, used to be at the clubs all the time, that you had….” I choke on my words.
“Go on….”
“That the two of you had been through every ‘sub’ for miles….”
“Any more?” His expression is carefully blank.
“And that suddenly, you had stopped a few months ago. That you both vanished and everyone wondered what had happened.”
Michael stares up at the ceiling. My Master looks down, apparently studying the pile of the carpet. After a long hesitation, he speaks.
“You happened, Charlotte. You. You happened to both of us, and a game we had been playing together for years, suddenly wasn’t very…. rewarding, any more.”
He and Michael exchange another, longer look. He continues. “As I told you, Charlotte, neither of us believed you would come back to us after that first week. But we had lost our appetite for the games we had been playing, and then…. you did come back. And you kept returning to us.” He takes my hand and kisses it. “Why would we go chasing after something that had become pointless, empty, for us, when we have you?”
Michael finally speaks. “You never talk of a boyfriend, or another man. We thought you would, but you don’t….?”
I speak slowly, choosing my words. “No, there’s no boyfriend, no-one else. I did try; went on a couple of dates, but it wasn’t the same. I wanted you, both of you. Whenever some guy got interested, we would go out, have a couple of drinks, see a movie maybe, but I just found myself thinking about when I am here……” I trail off, at a loss as to where I go from here.
Michael leans across, and kisses me, full on the mouth. It is long, and passionate and loving, and says everything that words struggle with. As his arms enfold me, I return the kiss.
“So….” says my Master, watching us from the side. “Where do we go from here?”
Part Ten
The Virgin’s Lover
I step into my Master’s apartment. “Hellooo... Anyone around?” I call out, kicking off my shoes at the door.
“Hi, Charlotte.” It is Michael, all smiles, arms held out in welcome. “It’s lovely to see you again.” he says.
I step into his embrace and he kisses me, lightly, his lips just brushing mine.
I glance around. “Just you?”
“James will be back later. He has some work to do today, but he said to say to you to make yourself at home.” He glances down at my bags, various text books and folders sticking out of the top. “It looks as though you have work to do as well?”
“Exams next week. I needed some peace and quiet to revise, so he said I could stay here for a few days.”
Michael laughs. “Peace and quiet? While you’re here? With us?”
“Well, we can’t er…. you know… all the time, can we? And at least afterwards, I’m nice and relaxed to get some hard studying done.”
“I take your point.” He pulls me in tighter, his arms tightening around my waist. “I’ve missed you.” His mouth hovers close, his breath sweet on my face. “I wanted to be here when you arrived.” His lips brush mine again. “It’s the first chance I’ve ever had to be alone with you.”
His meaning sinks in. “Ah.… um, do I get a cup of coffee first?”
He laughs. “Sorry, Charlotte. Of course you do. You’re barely through the door and I’m jumping on you.” He turns for the kitchen then, “Or would you prefer wine? I have a bottle on ice.”
“Sounds lovely.”
We sit together in the lounge, sipping chilled cava, Michael’s arm loosely around my shoulder. But I know what he wants; the tension in his body is palpable. And… it’s an appealing idea, my pussy warming in anticipation.
He turns to me, kissing my neck, softly but ardently, one hand cupping my face, and fingers slipping into my hair. His desire is urgent, and I return the kiss, mouth open and my tongue tracing the line of his teeth. Almost devouring me, his mouth over mine, he glides over my breasts and the flatness of my stomach with one hand.
Breaking away for a moment, he looks at me, his deep blue eyes boring into mine, His voice husky, “I wasn’t sure you would want me, without him.”
I feel dreadful. This is Michael, my Golden Angel, who loves me. And he does not know that I want him?
“Of course I want you. Of course I do.” And I answer him in the only way I know how, embracing him, holding him close. Kissing him softly, I repeat quietly. “Of
course I do.”
His answering smile is like sunshine through clouds. He stands, holding out his hand to me, wiggling his fingers in invitation. Taking his hand, I am led into the bedroom, my Master’s beautiful mirrored room.
Will my Master mind? Will he be angry?
I have no time to worry about this, as Michael, very close, his face tilted down to mine, kisses me again, slowly, gradually, a single kiss at a time on my forehead, down the side of my cheeks, to my lips. His touch is fleeting, tender and utterly, utterly erotic.
His sheer desire for me is magnetic. He does not want to fuck. He wants to make love. As he trails more kisses down the beating pulse in my neck, I feel his heartbeat through his chest, pressed against me, and my own heart begins to race in response.
He says no words, but his depthless eyes speak volumes. One by one, and slowly, he unfastens the buttons of my blouse until it falls open, then bends to kiss the pale skin of my breasts above my white lacy bra, my nipples puckering hard in the cooler air as he slips the blouse from my shoulders.
Curving his hands around me, he unclips the bra at the back, allowing it also to fall to the thick carpet. My large breasts swing free, a little pendulous without support. Bending to take a nipple in his mouth, as he suckles gently on the rosy bud, I stroke his beautiful wheaten hair, but he takes my hands, holding them to my side.
“Please.” he says. “Let me. I want to.”
Passively, I allow my Golden Lover to work his magic, tilting my head back, eyes closed, listening to my own breathing.
As he kneels to unbelt my jeans, my pussy purrs, warming and moistening, readying me for him. He slides the jeans down, allowing me to step out of them. My plain cotton panties follow, and as his hands slip them down, his lips caress my stomach, then slip downward to my foxy curls.
I moan quietly as his warm breath washes over my thighs, a trickle making its way from my swelling pussy. His face pressed against me, as his tongue laps at my clit, my blood begins to sing, and my heart to race.
“Michael….”
He looks up. I don’t know what it is that I want to say, but he stands, sweeps me up in his arms, then lays me carefully down on the bed, naked and ready for him, wanting him.
I watch as he unbuttons his white shirt, revealing his beautifully muscled torso. He is not so tall as my Master, but stockily built; broad shouldered and well-muscled. A scattering of golden hairs lead a trail down his tight abs, to the line of his belt, and his skin gleams with a fine sheen of sweat.
He struggles a little with the belt. The reason is clear to see; his jeans bulging already, the fit is tight. As he peels off the jeans, his glistening erection stands tall from its blond nest, to rest, with a pulse-beat tremble, against his flat stomach. And when my Lover lies beside me, his long shaft presses hard against my thigh.
His breath is quick and shallow, my own following, as he suckles at a breast, mouthing and sucking at the hard nub. Flushing warm, from my own arousal and from the heat of his body pressed against mine, I smell the scent of my own sex, intermingled with Michael’s wonderful spicy aroma.
One hand questing south, a finger dipping into the wetness between my thighs, he circles my clit. My breath shuddering, he works me, increasing my arousal, sending fire coursing through my veins. I do not even realise that I have my eyes closed until, as I open them, I find him watching me intently, smiling as my sexual exhilaration spirals upwards.
Reaching in more deeply, his fingers penetrate my slick entrance, two at first, then three, as he reaches upwardly for my sweet spot. Rubbing up against my inner wall with his fingertips, he grins as I yelp at the electricity sparkling through my core. Then, kneeling up, he presses his flat palm down against my stomach, against my g-spot, increasing the force against my internal walls. This is too much for my fluidly palpitating pussy, and I gush wet and hot over his hand.
“Oh God, Michael. Get inside me.”
His smile broadens. “Not yet. I want to take my time with you.” And he drops to all fours, his mouth poised over my clit.
He does not move immediately, simply holding his position, so that the heat of his breath laves my engorged folds. My hips starting to judder, he kisses me lightly, so lightly, on my nub, sending ripples through the muscles of my belly and thighs. My quiet moans give way to breathy panting, and my spine arches upwards to meet him.
Using a finger to release my clit from its sheath, his lips wrap around the stiff bud and the tip of his tongue begins to circle. As it makes gradual circuits around the twitching nub, winding it around in idle coils, my pussy flows in earnest. He takes a moment to lap up my juices, before returning to his work of winding my clit through slow spirals, but my molten cunt still streams hot juices over my thighs.
As my climax arises, spinning outwardly from Michael’s circling of my clit, my pussy trembles and clenches. Looking down the length of my body, to watch him as he works, through the flushed and gleaming valley between my breasts, I see his golden locks and the occasional flash of his blue eyes, as he glances upwards to my face.
My body beginning to judder out of control, my orgasm poised to spill, he drops further in, to drive into my pulsing cunt with his tongue. Probing deeper, he swirls his spirals within me, making whorls that wipe by my inner muscles…. and my orgasm bursts free.
Cunt clenching, belly pulsing, I howl out my rapture as Michael continues his coils and twirls inside my throbbing pussy.
It is ecstatic.
It is rhapsodic.
It is…. too much…
“Oh God, that’s enough! Stop Michael. Please stop.”
He withdraws, clambering up to lie alongside me again, his hard erection throbbing against my thigh once more. Stroking my belly, as I descend from the heights, he kisses a breast, then the other, joy in his eyes.
“Good?” he asks.
“God yes, it was, very good. But what about you?”
“Later.” he says. “It’s not so easy for me to…re-charge, as for you.”
“Later?”
That grin returns, like a little boy in a sweet shop. “I seriously doubt whether James plans to leave you with your clothes on all night. But I wanted you to myself for a while”
“D’you think he’s going to mind? That we just….”
“Mind? Why would he mind? The two of us have always shared you.”
But through the afterglow of orgasm, a knot of worry settles in my stomach. Have I done something I shouldn’t have? Will my Master be angry with me?
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He arrives a couple of hours later. I have never seen him in formal business suit before. He looks astonishing, his long, lean frame carrying the expensively tailored suit, gleaming white shirt and silk tie, with an elegant ease.
“Master, you look amazing.”
“Thank you, Charlotte. It goes without saying that, so do you.” He glances around. “Is Michael here?”
“He was, but he said he had some errands to run, and he would be back in a while.”
He takes off his jacket, hanging it carefully on a hook by the door, unknots the tie, hanging it with the jacket, and undoes the top button of his shirt. “God, it’s good to get out of that.” he says. Then he hugs me, kissing my forehead.
“The two of you had a good day while I was out then?” he smiles.
?
Oh, God.
My heart sinks.
“How did you know Master?”
“Charlotte, I’m sure you have bathed or showered since, but I can smell Michael on you.”
Biting my bottom lip, “Are you angry, Master?”
His eyebrows arch. “Angry? Why would I be angry?”
“That we…. well we…. and you weren’t here.”
He laughs, and kisses me firmly on the lips. “Charlotte, Michael is your lover. Of course, the two of you should enjoy each other, take pleasure in each other, whenever you feel inclined, whether or not I am here……” He til
ts his head at me. “However, if I should be here, be sure that I will…. contribute…”
He glances at the clock. “Lunch-time I think. Have you eaten? A light lunch I think, then I have work to do this afternoon. And I think you also need to do work towards your exams, yes?”
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