by Simone Leigh
Daniel continues to piston into me.
“Last time we met,” he says, “You sucked me off. You want to do that again?”
Speechless with lust and pain and pleasure, I simply nod.
“Can I come in your mouth?”
Nod again. At his words, my pussy convulses, hot and wet.
“If I cream over your tongue, will you swallow? Or should I just spray your tits and face like I did last time?”
I nod again, my pussy spurting scalding juices over my thighs.
My Master’s silky tones. “Charlotte….”
“Yes, Daniel. I’ll swallow your cum.”
“Good!” And with a sucking sound, he pulls free of me, walking around the table. “Michael, could you support Charlotte please. I think James would like to be at this end.”
With Michael supporting my head, and my Master now nestled between my thighs, laving my over-stretched cunt with his tongue, Daniel feeds me his cock.
As before, I stretch my jaws wide, and wider. “I’ll pull out at the last minute.…” says Daniel, “….to give you chance to swallow. I’d like to watch you do that, and I know you can’t with your mouth full.”
I can’t nod. I just make a muffled “Mmmff.” noise.
Michael bends close to my ear for a moment, whispering “If it’s too much, bang the table top with your hand. Got that?”
“Mmmff.”
In truth, my concentration is not good. My Master is softly torturing my clitoris with his lips and teeth, sending it into periodic spasms. I wonder if he intends for me to come before, or after, Daniel creams into my mouth.
I learn his intentions as coolth bathes my pussy of a sudden, my Master breaking away. My aching core jerks in protest, but he continues his work with a finger, stroking my bud, keeping my hips-a-quiver as Daniel builds to his climax. He keeps me on the boil, but has positioned himself to watch.
I feel the spasm first, the pulse of pressure, as Danial pulls his cock-head almost free of me, simply pressing the head against my lips, so that his cum spurts into my mouth. He is a gentleman, controlling his urge to press in. Nonetheless, I gasp and splutter, but again, my Master’s silken voice.
“Manners, Charlotte.”
I look up. He is watching me, eyes fixed on my face, head slightly tilted and his eyes crinkled in that non-smiling smile of his.
With a gulp, I swallow the briny-sweet cream filling my mouth, Michael supporting my head. Although his hands are holding me, at the back of my skull, I feel his erection pressing against me.
Daniel, with a grunt, steps back, breathing deeply. For a moment, he flops over, bending double, and supporting himself with hands on knees, as his breathing returns to normal.
My Master returns his attention to my pussy, now clearly serious about my climax. As his tongue probes me, I look up for a moment to meet Michael’s beautiful blue eyes. “What about you, Michael?”
“I told you, Charlotte. I want to watch you come. I’m happy to wait.”
He’s not going to have to wait long. My Master is working both my clit and pussy with the adept skill of the maestro he is.
It is almost unbearably exquisite. I pant through almost clenched teeth, groaning and gasping, lips parted, flushed and perspiring, as my whole body trembles and quivers.
Electric shocks, like shooting stars, pierce me from cunt to belly, from clit to thighs, as my Masters whirls his tongue over and around my clit, sweeping through my swollen folds, my pussy lips, and penetrating deep within. Hot juices well up, soaking my thighs and curls, and my Master licks them away. Panting hard, hot, ecstatic, I climb to climax.
With a scream, I cum, my spine arching, and hips bucking as pleasure throbs through me, in waves that ripple and flow through my body.
Head flung back hard against Michael’s support, my arms thrashing at nothing, at some level, I know he is watching me, but orgasm is such a deeply internal moment. It is hard to reach out to another when the rhapsody of the flesh takes hold.
My Master taught me this, the first night we met, but again and again, he gives me this moment, where the joy of the flesh meets the rapture of the spirit.
As the moment ebbs, my Master stands away from me. Gasping and panting, it takes me a moment to realise that both he and Michael are standing, simply looking at me.
Alright, Charlotte?” smiles Michael.
Speechlessly, I nod, waving my hands, trying to convey that I know that neither Michael nor my Master have come.
Now, both men press their cocks to my mouth. I try as hard as I can to work the two of them with my lips and tongue, lapping and licking at two cockheads simultaneously. I cannot take both, but as Michael probes my mouth a little deeper, my Master trails a line of pre-cum over my lips, stroking his shaft as he does so.
Michael comes first, flooding my mouth with my second load of the evening. It washes over my tongue, and I try to swallow, and to finish him with my lips, when my Master climaxes too. My mouth is already plugged, and he cums over my face and breasts, groaning as he spurts over me.
Dripping and spluttering like a stranded fish, I try to wipe sticky fluids from my face. Daniel presses a napkin into my hand. I sit up, trying futilely to wipe myself clean.
My Master leans over, kissing me on the lips. “You look amazing, Charlotte.” he murmurs. Then, straightening up, “Happy, Daniel?”
“Abso-fuckin-lutely.” says the handsome black man. “Your Master takes good care of you, Charlotte. You’re very lucky. But so’s he. If you ever get bored, come and find me. I’ll look after you too.”
My Master freezes. Michael looks outraged.
Daniel knows he has overstepped the mark. He changes the subject. “Take a look at your bank account tomorrow, Charlotte. You’ll find a contribution to your next year’s college fees.”
After my Master shows him out, the three of us settle in the lounge by the fire, but I am uncomfortable.
“Um…. I think I’ll take a bath.”
Michael looks me up and down. “Good idea, I think.” he laughs. He kisses me on the mouth. “You are so beautiful when you come.”
Part Twelve
The Virgin’s Choices
It is the last day that my Master and Michael must work, before we all go to the beach house he has been loaned for the Summer.
I am guessing that we will ‘celebrate’ together this evening, and I have dressed for this. Who will arrive first, I wonder?
My Master almost bursts open the door, his air, triumphal.
“That’s it!” he exclaims. “Freedom for the Summer.” Then, he takes in my outfit. “Ah… yes, Charlotte. I thought you might be ready and waiting for me.”
My dress, which I bought for the occasion, is low cut and tightly bodiced, emphasising my already small waist, and ‘presenting’ my breasts and cleavage. Loose, flowing skirts are at once summery, demure and inviting of easy access. The bodice is pulled in tightly with long laces that dangle invitingly down.
In short, I have dressed, to be undressed.
My Master, ambling over, eyes the laces of the bodice of my dress. “Nice dress.” he comments, his eyes meeting mine for a moment. But his attention is downwards. “Were you intending to continue wearing it?”
He tugs at the top couple of lacings, releasing my breasts. Carefully, he eases them free of the corseting, so that they sit outside the dress, slightly perched on the bodice.
Abruptly, he pushes me, hard, against the wall, knocking me breathless. Once, this might have alarmed me, but he knows me well does my Master, and what I appreciate. And we both enjoy it when he ‘manhandles’ me a bit.
Pressing hard against me, he pins my wrists over my head, looking down at me, and knowing well that he is pressing all my buttons.
And his too….
“Now, Charlotte; the choices are: “Do you want to fuck now? Or wait a while, until Michael returns, to make love?”
Did he have to say it like that?
Something inside me crumple
s. I swallow hard, looking down, refusing to meet my Master’s face, my eyes welling.
“Charlotte, what’s wrong?” His voice is sharp, then with one finger, he tilts up my chin, forcing me to look him in the face. I fight back tears. I will not cry in front of my Master. But his face softens.
“Charlotte, what’s wrong? You’re upset.”
I don’t speak. I just stand there, chewing my lip, resisting the pricking at the back of my eyes.
He takes a breath. I can almost see him replaying the last minute or so in his head. Then he stares up at the ceiling.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that, should I?”
He releases his grip on my wrists, but keeps me caged against the wall by his body, his arms to either side of me.
“Charlotte, do you really believe that I don’t feel anything for you?”
My voice is small. “But you have never said so, Master. Not once.”
“And I need to?” He does not smile. His eyes are depthless, dark. “Charlotte, say something. Talk to me.”
“I’m not looking for sunset and rainbows, Master. I know that was never in the deal. How could it be? I’m just the girl you bought. But….”
“But...?”
“But…. I…. I’d just like to feel that I’m more to you, than just someone you have sex with….”
Now he looks exasperated. “Charlotte, if all I wanted, was someone to ‘have sex with’, as you put it, I’d still…. Michael and I would still…. be visiting the clubs several times a week, as we did before you entered the picture. We were never short of choice. Without wishing to blow my own trumpet, l, and Michael, are pretty good at what we do, and neither of us is bad looking. We always found what we wanted, when we went looking….”
Still, I say nothing. What do I say?
“……. And these days, we don’t go looking…”
He sighs, his voice gentle, soft. “I’m sorry if I upset you. I didn’t mean to.” He strokes a lock of hair behind my ear, then, wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me to him and kisses me.
The kiss is deep, long, passionate.… impassioned…. His hands curve to the small of my back, up across my spine and into my hair.
My Master has never touched me like this before. For the thousand times he has kissed me, his kisses have been sexual, or erotic; warm, loving, tender, even fatherly at times; but never, soul-searingly passionate.
The sheer fervour of his kiss sets my spine tingling, sending goose bumps skittering over my skin. His heart is hammering against me, matching my own, as it batters the inside of my chest.
Ye gods… It’s all a front. He’s in love with me!
When he breaks off, mainly I think, because he needs to breathe, I look up into his face. Pupils wide, his already dark eyes are almost black.
Shaking my head in confusion, “But why, Master?”
Sighing again. “Charlotte. I’m older than you; a lot older. I took your virginity. I can’t take your life from you.”
“Master, I don’t understand you.”
Stroking my cheek, he says, “You are young, beautiful, intelligent, courageous. You’re doing well at college. In a few years, you will be qualified, and the world will be your oyster. It would be very wrong of me to entrap you. After all, I’m just the man who bought you. So…. we play our games and I try to keep our…. complicated…. relationship…. just fun.”
Of course he fuckin’ loves me….
And now, he kisses me again. His breathing is juddering and jarring, but this is not sexual. it is sheer, unalloyed craving.
What have I unleashed?
And I know that I must deal with this……
I give him my brightest smile. “You know what, Master.?”
He tilts his head, his eyes questioning.
“I’d love to fuck.”
His mouth twitches in a long, slow smile, and he kisses me again, softly, on the forehead. “Thank you.”
Then he laughs, grabs my wrists again, and almost throws me over the back of the settee. Head dangling down, my skirt is pulled up, and my panties down, exposing my naked derriere.
“You know what I like best about your lovely, pale skin, Charlotte?”
A rhetorical question? Nonetheless, “No Master. What is it you like?” Then I yelp loudly, as his palm swipes across my butt, in a hard slap.
“You colour up so beautifully when I do this.” And he slaps again, now hard enough to make me gasp.
“Say ‘Thank you, Master’.”
“Thank you, Master.”
He slaps again. “I daresay it comes with your being a red-head. I imagine you don’t sun-bathe much?”
Slap!
“Aaahhhh… No, Master. I never sun-bathe. It burns me. Other people get a lovely tanned glow. I turn red and purple.”
“Sensible girl. Very dangerous for someone with your colouring.”
Slap!
He rubs my buttocks with both hands, taking the sting out of my skin. “Yes, you’re pinking up nicely. I’m going to give this ass of yours a good glow, but it won’t be from sun-tan.” Then he slaps again, with more force.
I holler out, partly because it really does sting, but mainly because I know my Master needs the release. And my pussy is warming again.
“Enjoying this, Charlotte?” He doesn’t wait for a reply, but probes me with a couple of fingers. “Mmmm…. Yes, wet, but not wet enough. Harder, I think”
The spank of his hand this time, across my naked butt, leaves me gasping for breath, but my pussy spurts, sending a trickle of hot juices running down the back of my legs.
“That’s better, Charlotte. More like that I think.”
He is deliberately setting me up, leaving me expectant of each slap. And of course, it only winds me up further.
Michael is here. I didn’t hear him come in. The sound of the lock must have been covered by my yelps.
“Michael. Charlotte wants to play. Top or tail?”
Michael stands, arms folded, legs akimbo, looking down at me, while I yell out the next spank.
“Tail, I think.” he says. “I’m not putting my cock in her mouth while you’re doing that to her. Way too dangerous.”
“My dear fellow,” purrs my Master. “Get yourself up her pussy instead. She’s dripping.”
Michael squats down close and kisses me, twisting his neck to meet with my up-side-down face. “Nice start to the holiday, Charlotte.” he smiles. Then he stands, shrugging off his pants and shirt. Close to me, I scent him, warm and musky, his cock swelling as I watch. He pushes himself at me, shaft and balls rubbing at my face. “Want to get me up?”
He glances at my Master. “Hold off a minute eh? Don’t want any sudden reactions at this end…”
So far as I can, I reach for Michael’s stiffening shaft, trying to catch him with my lips, and wondering if my Master’s hand is going to come down again on my glowing buttocks while I do so. But my sore ass is left in peace, while I suckle on Michael’s rapidly hardening cock. Instead, my clit is fingered gently, a thumb pressing into my pussy, just enough to make me shudder and lose my concentration.
“Perhaps I will face-fuck you.” says Michael.
I can’t reply, because he is sliding his now erect cock, into my mouth, one hand wrapped into my hair to position me. “Open wide.” he says.
As he pushes in, to my rear something is buzzing. A cold splash, and then a vibe presses into my back passage. It is not large, but it is buzzing madly, sending a wild vibration through my spine and core, leaving my pussy fluttering and palpitating. It doesn’t move, simply nestling there in my ass, resonating through my inner walls, and sending my clit a-pulsing.
As Michael feeds me his cock from the front, my Master penetrates me from behind, slowly spearing me. His body pressed hard over mine, he cups my breasts above their corseted setting, twiddling with the nipples and sending electric tingles to my core. His weight presses the vibe hard into me, which sings its rippling song through to my filled pu
ssy and bud.
It is an irresistible combination. The vibration billowing through my inner muscles and clit, the stretch of my passage by my Master’s fat cock, and the steady circling of my bud by his fingers; my orgasm begins to rise almost immediately.
Flushed and sweating, I want to pant, but cannot. Michael is flowing, a steady stream of pre-cum trickling into my mouth, and considerate as always, he repeatedly withdraws to let me breath and swallow, caressing my hair and face as he works to his own climax.