by Simone Leigh
Are you ready for this…?
The idea of it…?
I’d love to get my cock in there as well….
Briefly, very briefly, I run a finger over her asshole.
Close to her, I whisper, “Some of the men here tonight wanted to take you there….” I say
…. she shudders under me, the thump of her heartbeat banging through my chest….
“…. You would have one, perhaps even two in your mouth, and one in each entrance to the rear. But we didn’t allow that. James bought your virginity. I’m having your other virginity. But not now. Not tonight.”
Her cunt clenches around my fingers and a hot gush rinses across my palm….
Yeah, I thought you’d see it like that….
Let’s keep you feeling that way….
She’s back to sucking at James’ cock and he’s beginning to look as though he might blow at any moment. I drop to my knees behind her, pulling her beautiful swollen pussy open with my fingers.
She is so wet. Her sheer desire to be fucked is a turn-on. Yes, I want to get inside her, eventually, but right now, I want to taste her, wash her nectar over my tongue and feel her react to me.
Planting my mouth over her entrance I lick in deep, as deeply as I can. She squirms and moans, but her sounds are muffled….
…. James gagging her with his cock…?
As I tongue-fuck her, her flesh dances and skips to my beat, her taste of brine and citrus intensifies, and she smells wonderful, pungent, aroused and….
…. wanting me….
…. or them….
At that thought, my stomach jolts, but all I want is to feel her dance for me. Slipping back the sheath of her clit, I work at her bud, her hips bucking and jerking with my movements….
“C’mon guys.” calls a voice. “She’s aching for it. Look at her. Someone give the girl a good fucking.”
…. Damn!
“Not just someone. Everyone.” says another voice. “We all want our turn. And I’m not sure how much longer I can hang on.”
Oh, fuck….
…. give her a good start anyway….
I stand, speaking loudly, letting them hear me. “God! Charlotte, you’re sopping. I don’t think you need any easing in, do you? You’re as ready as you could be.”
I’ve gotta get some relief….
And I slam into her, ramming her with my aching cock. Her mouth is still plugged with James’ shaft and as he sees me move, his eyes widen. Through her mouthful, she yells as I plunge into her.
I don’t want to come now…
…. I want to finish you first….
…. but….
I withdraw, slapping her rump as I do so. “I’m not finishing in you so early, Charlotte. And anyway, I want to see you drink my cum. Someone else can fuck you now.”
And they’re on her, stepping in to take my place. James, his cock still in her mouth meets my eyes as Jed pushes into her. He’s big anyway, but the show has left him throbbing and huge.
He’s not hanging around. “Now then, Little Girl,” he says, positioning himself. “Let’s see how you handle a really big one.”
She reacts as he enters her, groaning and flexing against him. His shaft is huge. It’s got to be stretching her.
“Lots of girls can’t take me,” he says, “but I bet you can. That pussy of yours is just dripping.”
I’m trying to catch James’ eye, but he’s watching where she’s got her lips wrapped around his cock, and where she’s gasping around it. But she’s not unhappy. Quite the opposite, as Jed thrusts into her, she’s swinging back to meet him.
“Oh yes, very nice.” he smiles down at her. “My compliments, Little Girl. A very fuckable cunt you’ve got there.” He’s pumping her, slowly, looking at her from behind, his eyes ranging over her body. “Yes, a nice tight fit, but comfortable for a man….”
…. I tense as he passes a finger over her asshole….
“…. I suppose you know that your Masters wouldn’t let us play in the backyard? What a shame. I’ll have to settle for making you yell this way.”
Her head is cocked. She’s listening to him, and then, as he abruptly changes gear, she yells. It doesn’t sound as though he’s hurting her, but she’s certainly at the edge, howling and screaming as he fucks her hard, gripping her with huge hands, filling her with his vastly engorged cock before, leaning over her he falters, pauses and then grinds into her with a groan.
“Lovely, Little Girl. I might manage another one before the evening’s out, but if I don’t, it was well worth every penny. Good luck with that college of yours.”
He withdraws, to be immediately followed by Jack.
Jack is, let’s be kind, under-endowed. And following on from Jed, I doubt she can feel much if anything.
Jack fucks her briefly and shoots. It doesn’t look too impressive as a performance from the outside, and certainly, Charlotte seems underwhelmed by it. She’s obedient enough, accepting him as he pumps her from the back, but there’s no enthusiasm to her expression
There’s a reason they call him Jack-Off at the clubs….
The rest of them are getting restive, muttering and grumbling as they must wait for their turn.
“I want to straddle her face, jerk off into her mouth….”
“…. And I want to see her looking at me.”
“Yeah, I want to face-fuck her too. I’m paying for this. I want my money’s worth.”
James’ eyes meet mine again as he withdraws. “Take it easy with her, Gentlemen. You’ll all get your turn.”
…. that’s a change of tune….
But James stands back, nodding me to his side as they lift her, ripping away her blindfold to leave her blinking into the light. Her mascara is rubbed and smeared; her hair in grand disarray, but she still looks fabulous.
What does she see?
A group of men, all naked, most erect and certainly in sexual readiness. For a moment, a look of dismay crosses her face, but then she looks across at me and James and smiles again
They’ve got her on a bench, padded and quite comfortable, set at fucking height; arms stretched back over her head, held by multiple hands at the wrists, her legs dangle the edge.
“Okay, who’s next for the head end? Who’s wants the tail?”
As they gather close to her, one I don’t recognise pushes between her legs, spreading her wide. I mutter to James next to me. “I don’t know all of this crowd. I assume you do?”
He nods. “I either know them,” he replies quietly, “or know of them. They’ll not run out of control. And if they did, that’s why we’re here….”
“Who’s this one then?”
“He’s from one of the clubs out of town. He and I have…. um…. shared before…. Name of Brad. He’ll look after her now. You’ll see.”
Her legs dangling loose, curving her spine awkwardly, a couple of them take a leg each, spreading her wide, holding her at the knees and thighs. With support, she arches again, this time presenting herself. Brad, between her legs, stretches her pussy open with his hand, briefly finger-fucking her, thumbing at her clit.
“Gorgeous,” he says, as she squeals and wriggles. “Oh, you’re good for plenty more aren’t you? Tell you what, I don’t think you’ve cum yet, have you? Let’s sort that out before I have my own.”
…. Good of him….
Now he works her harder, with his hands, probing inside her, playing with her bud. I begin to relax a bit again as Charlotte, hips bucking, screams and giggles under his attentions.
…. You really are good for more, aren’t you….
The rest of the group close by, Brad glances around. “Hold her lads. Stretch her open wide. Let’s all get a good view. Have we any pillows?” As cushions are passed across and shoved under her, angling her hips upwards even further, he produces a vibe. “Ready Girlie? I’m gonna make you scream….”
He’s looking right down at her; not like most of the others simply looking at her tits
and cunt, but into her face, her beautiful eyes.
He casts around at the stone arches, the vaulted ceilings. “…. You know why we use this place?”
She follows his gaze, her brow furrowing
“This is the old underground wine cellars of the building; really solid. Scream all you like. No-one’s gonna hear you.”
Fear flashes across her face and she turns to James, who simply shakes his head, lips pursed. She relaxes again and smiles, then shrieks and convulses as Brad kisses her pussy with the vibe.
Almost immediately, he stops, adjusts the setting to a lower power. “I’m turning the power down,” he explains to her. “Let’s stretch it out a bit shall we. Don’t want you popping your cork too quickly.”
Clustered around her, they’re getting serious. Some with their cocks stationed over her face and mouth, some watching Brad between her thighs, all ready to fuck her. Those near her face are streaming, and she laps upwards, mouthing towards them to lick away pre-come as it trickles down over her lips and skin.
As Brad turns the vibe onto her again, she writhes and stretches, her mouth wailing wide. Her body convulsing, she is pinned by hands at shoulder and hip, opened at the knee and thigh.
Now Brad sets his vibe to her clit, thumbing back the hood before, very briefly, touching it to her….
….and she shrieks….
It’s a glorious sound, almost triumphant as she wails and shudders her way to climax.
“That’s it, Girlie,” says Brad, grinning across and me and James. “Let’s hear you scream. Don’t mind if some of us take advantage of that open mouth, do you?”
And now they’re on her. As she howls and strains, two are working into her face, cocks pressed to her wide-stretched mouth, balls swinging against her skin and hair. Another is reaching past Brad and his vibe, finger-fucking her, his hands glistening with her juices as he hooks upwards inside to scrape at her sweet-spot.
Charlotte, pinned and immobile can only quiver as her climax builds. The tension is visible within her as her gaze transfers to James. He’s not exactly smiling, but his eyes are soft as he watches her. His erection, trembling hard, pulses against the flat of his stomach. For that matter, so is mine. As her orgasm wells and blooms, her eyes squeeze closed, a scream erupting from her. Her sounds I think trigger some of the others as, wailing and howling, her mouth wide, they shoot over her, cum splashing over her face and neck and breasts and all the while the vibe working her….
…. And her climax peaks, then passes….
…. and she collapses back, inert and panting….
…. but she gets no respite.
Greg lifts her from the bench, pressing her to the ground. “My turn now, Girlie. On your knees,” he says. “Open wide.” She’s beginning to look tired, but she’s obedient, stretching her jaws open. And he’s not easy on her, doesn’t allow her control. Instead, knotting both hands into her hair, he drives her back and forth over his cock, pressing into the back of her throat, not allowing her to swallow.
She’s gagging and spluttering, beginning to panic.
I meet eyes with James, who is looking disturbed, nodding agreement with me. Just as we are about to step in, Greg withdraws and cums, spurting over her face and breasts.
Almost immediately, she is pushed down onto all fours, ankles spreading her at the knees, and another one, a stranger to me, bangs hard into her.
…. Look at them all on her….
…. She's close to exhaustion, but she’s still trying….
…. Is it for herself or us…?
…. Or James?
He pounds at her and she’s clearly flagging, but no longer looks distressed. “Two more and that’s it….” murmurs James from the side of his mouth. “…. then we get her out of here.”
The stranger fucks hard for another half a minute or so, his hands wrapped around her, squeezing hard at her tits, then presses into her, groaning.
The last two simply go for it, banging her in turn as her head droops. She’s done in. One fucks her and finishes and the last is almost as brief, their climaxes trigger-happy from the waiting.
James strides forward, grabs her by a wrist, pulling her upright. “Okay, folks. She’s had enough for one night,” he says. “You’ve all had a turn.”
Her head swivels; she looks startled. “Master? But you and Michael haven’t…”
His voice is sharp….
…. blaming himself….?
“Michael and I will be taking you home now, where it’s a little quieter.”
I look around to see if anyone is going to object to the ending of the party, but no, all are done. some sitting, stretching; a couple of the later ones still panting.
It’s over….
And Charlotte herself looks exhausted, tottering bonelessly as she stands. Her make-up is panda-eyed, her hair splattered, and she’s dripping with sweat, her own juices and cum. I grab a blanket, wrap it around her.
“Come on, Charlotte.” She staggers in my arms as I scoop her up.
“Get her into the car,” says James. “I’ll be right with you.”
Voices call as I carry her out. “Lovely to meet you, Charlotte. Perhaps another night, eh?”
“Me too. I’m happy to help get your college fees up too.”
“Me too.”
“And me….”
In the car, I lie her on the back seat where, so far as I can see she immediately falls asleep, so I clip both rear seat belts around her and angle myself to watch her from the front.
James gets in, stuffing something into his pocket.
‘What’s that?”
“Her cash.”
“Her cash?”
“You heard, ‘The Pot goes to the Lady’, plus what they each paid to attend.”
“Are you planning on making a habit of this? She’s not a pro.”
He side-glances me. “I’m planning on giving her exactly what she wants; eye-watering sex and a college education.”
The drive back to the apartment is without incident; she sleeps right through it, only barely rousing as I carry her out to the elevator. The attendant raises an eyebrow at us, a pair of strange men accompanying a young woman, half asleep and wrapped in a blanket. She must look like a victim of assault. But he relaxes as she leans into James’ embrace, murmuring something sleepy, and he holds her upright against himself, looking down at her soft-eyed.
In the apartment, I lay her on the couch and run her a warm bath. James orders food for three from room service and we keep her awake long enough to clean herself up and eat a little.
“Are you feeling alright?”
“I’m fine, Michael. I’m just a bit tired.” She’s looking better, but forcing herself to sit upright, trying to look alert.
She thinks we’re going to ask her to get on her back again for us….
Over her drooping head, I signal James, head-pointing her to the bedroom. He nods, and I pick her up, carrying her to bed. He vanishes into the kitchen, reappearing five minutes later with hot chocolate, complete with cream and marshmallows. She manages about two mouthfuls before her eyelids close and we pull the blankets over her.
Back in the lounge, the bedroom door pulled just ajar, James waves the bottle of malt at me, brows raised.
“Great idea.”
He pours two glasses and puts the bottle down between us, then jabs on the radio to some late night, soft music, station.
James looks at me sidelong. “What did you make of that?”
“You’ve got to give her credit for nerve, haven’t you…. When I saw you’d got ten there, I nearly dropped.”
Take me down the rabbit hole….
“I think she’s got more nerve than you give her credit for,” he comments, swishing whiskey around his mouth. “Who knows what her background is, but that girl’s got a core of solid rock.”
“You don’t know anything about her?”
“How could I ask? Everything at the auction house is set up to protect the ano
nymity of the girls. And for good reason. Can you imagine if some head-case won the bidding for one of them, then decided after a few days it was True Love?”
He has a point….
“…. That first day,” he continues, “when we were meeting you in the evening, I made the mistake of asking which university she’s going to. She looked embarrassed and she didn’t want to answer.”
“What did you do?”
“I apologised.”
“Mmmm….” I nod, sipping my drink.
For a while, we sit, listening to the quiet music. It’s relaxed, companionable. I always feel it’s a reliable sign of friendship when sitting in silence is comfortable, with no need to fill the silence with unnecessary talk.
The radio drifts over us, playing ‘Golden Oldies from the sixties. “Oh, I like this one,” says James. “I’ve not heard it for years.”
I listen but I don’t know the piece. “What is it?”
He looks at me over his glass. “Now you’re making me feel old. It’s ‘Where Do You Go to My Lovely? by Peter Sarstedt. It was a hit, oh… back end of the sixties….”
I grin. “Sorry, but I wasn’t even a twinkle in my father’s eye then.”
He gives me a long look, then, “It’s a good track. Listen to the lyrics. It’s sad, but quite beautiful.”
I listen, but don’t catch all the words, just snatches….
…. But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed….?
And I wonder about the red-haired beauty lying in the room next to us.
“So, you don’t wonder about her? Where she’s from?”
“What’s to wonder about? She needs money. She’s stunning and highly sexed. I’ve got money and we’re both happy to fuck her. What more matters?
…. I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly born tags….
“You really believe that? That’s all that matters?”
“He stares into his glass. “Michael. She’s here for a week and then she’ll be gone. Does it do any good to dwell on any more than that?”
Depressed, “Do you think she might hang around after the week is done?”
It’s that head tilt of his again….