by Simone Leigh
Michael starts first, gradually pulling out, then once again sinking his shaft into my heat. Slowly, oh so slowly, he builds. There is no pain. No burn. Only the sensation of fullness, of sheathing him to the full.
He builds speed; moving to a pulse-beat rhythm that matches my own rate of breathing.
My Master starts to move too. Sliding his long cock in and out of my mouth, a steady stream flowing over my tongue, which I try greedily to swallow. My mouth plugged as it is, swallowing is difficult and pre-cum trickles down from my lips, dribbling down my chin.
Michael pumps harder now, his swinging balls colliding with me as he thrusts. I am filled. I feel empowered, glorious, as I take these two men within me, taking what they can give.
Michael’s breath is growing ragged. He pants and grunts as he spears me. His control is slipping, his cock ruthless as he ploughs into me. As he fucks my ass, he begins to tremble and shake. Sweats pours down his face and neck. He drops his head low, his chin almost touching his chest as he groans loudly. With a gasp he plunges deep in, spasming as he cums into me, grinding his hips against me for a long minute.
My Master is also near climax. His lean hips shuddering, shaft throbbing into my mouth, his hands tighten their grip on my shoulders, fingers digging in as his climax builds. With a hot rush, he cums, hammering deep into me, to the back of my throat and pushing down, painting my mouth and the back of my throat with the salty sweetness of his flow. This time I try not to panic. I know he will withdraw quickly, as the rush passes.
Coughing and spluttering through it, I try to take all he can give me, but needing to breath, I try to break away, to take air, but cannot. Oblivious, my Master shoots into me, his cream flooding into me as he convulses and gasps.
Finally, he comes round to my problems and hastily pulls out of me. Spluttering and choking, eyes streaming, I swallow what I can and cough out the rest.
“Are you alright Charlotte? I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
“I’m fine. I’m fine.” I reassure him. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.”
He sits beside me on the bed while I clear my airways again, stroking my head and curling my hair around his fingers. When I am breathing normally again, Michael sits on the other side of me, laying a companionable arm around my shoulder.
“Thanks for that Charlotte. It felt great.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Feel up to the rest of it now?”
“The rest of it? You’ve only just….”
He laughs. “Well I just shot my brains out inside you. James here did pretty much the same to your brains, but you haven’t had your turn yet. We can’t have the lady being the only one not to get the ‘Big O’”.
“Ah….” I feel suddenly exhausted again. “Errr… would you mind if I take five minutes?”
My Master slaps my thigh. “Course you can Charlotte. You must think us absolute beasts. Come and have a glass. Of wine. Better still, wait there, and I’ll bring the bottle over.”
He returns a couple of minutes later with a bottle of wine and three glasses. As he passes a glass of the deep rich red to me “Now, drink that. Make yourself comfortable. Lie back against the pillows. Michael and I are going to pamper you for a while. You deserve it.”
I little uncertainly, I lean back, wondering what is coming next. Michael sees my doubt. “Drink the wine.” he says. “Go on. You’re not supposed to knock it back, but take a couple of good mouthfuls and start to let it work. You can sip the rest.”
I gulp down half a glass, noticing that the rich fruitiness is quite a nice counterbalance to the bitter-sweet after taste of my Master’s cum.
Michael produces a bottle of some kind of oil. It smells sweet, spicy and, not exactly savoury, but sort of wholesome, all at once. He sees my quizzical glance. “Almond oil, with lavender and geranium to work their magic on you. Some other things too. And a bit of rose just because it smells good.”
He works a little of the oil into his hands and then starts to massage my feet. Each foot is rubbed and fondled, from toe to heel and beyond up the ankles and further. He is quite skilful and I suspect he has some kind of training in this.
“You’ve done this before?”
“I have indeed. I’m actually a trained masseur and I’m rather conscious that we’ve asked a lot of you over the last few days. So now it’s your turn. Relax. I’ll ask you to lie on your stomach in a bit, but right now, enjoy your wine.”
It is easy to enjoy the wine. Michael works his way up my body. I suspected when I first saw him, with his stocky muscular physique, that he did some kind of manual work, but this never occurred to me. As he works on individual muscles in my legs, I examine him, admittedly now through a slightly alcoholic haze. His whole body is tough and muscular, but his hands in particular are well developed, both strong and gentle, thorough as he manipulates my body.
He presses a thumb against a tight calf and I wince. “Take it easy girl. I’m going to work these knots out of you.”
His massage is not entirely functional. I can feel the good he is doing as he works my lower legs, but as he reaches my thighs he says softly, almost whispers “Open your legs a little.”
As he works my long thigh muscles, fingers smoothing over skin moved deeply by the heel of his hand, he does not roam to my sex. Nonetheless, he holds my eyes as his hands quest nearby, Desire begins to pool in my stomach.
“Don’t get any ideas.” he says. “I’ll wash my hands before I wander around there again. Some things are meant for external use only.”
He has a deep male voice. Smooth as cream. Silky as satin. Why did I never notice it so much before?
“Lie down flat on the bed.” he instructs.
I obey and he swings a leg over so he straddles me. I can’t help but watch his cock nestling in its nest, quiescent now with his mind on other things. A fine line of gold hairs leads upwards to his navel and taut, flat stomach.
My mind is not on other things. Michael’s hands sweep soft glory across my stomach then as he glances backwards for a moment, stray onto my breasts. He hitches himself forward a little, before, as I suddenly realise what is happening. There is a second pair of hands on my thighs.
My Master’s voice rumbles up from below. “Raise your knees Charlotte.” As I do so, they are eased apart. Warm breath flows across my inner thighs and inwards, my pussy practically vibrating under the heat.
Michael has ceased any pretence of massaging me. Instead he is leaning forward over me, playing demon on my breasts. Crouched on all fours over my stomach, his lips are fastened over one nipple, teasing it with his teeth, biting ever so gently and sending electric shocks down through my core with every bite.
A second pair of lips is fastened onto my clit. A finger has pulled back the hood and a gentle suckling at my bud alternates with a tongue, winding ever tighter coils of arousal around it.
I gasp and tremble as cascading waves of pleasure ripple through me. The scent of Michael’s hair, the sweet musky perfume of male sweat, flows over me. Long, slow strokes of my Master’s tongue, from my pussy, up through the lips and sweeping over my engorged clit are sending irresistible signals to my inner sex.
A kind of slow, ever building rush spreads from my core. Not fast. Not sudden. But unmistakable and not to be denied.
My hips quiver and shake under the onslaught. My breath, rough and ragged struggles for space with the moans escaping me.
Michael pinches my nipples, hard. One in either thumb and finger, the pain-pleasure courses down through my body like a cataract. Heat gushes from my pussy and I writhe and twist, unable to move far, my body caged by Michael’s
A tongue invades my steaming cunt, painting circles of heat inside. A wild, feral climax arises from within and takes me.
I scream, bucking and jerking. Head flung back, eyes tight closed, my orgasm is seismic. Hands take firm of my thighs, pinning me as the tongue in my cunt takes me far on my inner journey. Michael drops is weight onto me, pinning me f
urther as I try to escape/envelop/enjoy/ride this screaming climax. On and on it goes.
Finally, I find the words. “Stop. Stop. For God’s sake stop. I can’t take any more.”
The tongue withdraws and Michael sits up straight, a-straddle my hips.
“That seemed to be a good one.” he laughs.
I have used up my available supply of words. Speechlessly I nod as my Master arises behind Michael, his long lean face wearing a “cat-that-go’-the-cream’ smile.
Michael takes on a more business-like air. “Come on. Let’s finish that massage you were having.”
Part Five - The Virgin Fulfilled
“So Charlotte. It is our final day together tomorrow.”
Stretched out on my back, my Master is lying beside me, stroking my stomach and left breast as we keep company together on the bed in his beautiful mirrored room. Candles glimmer and their multiple reflections cast a gloried shimmering light.
Michael, on the other side of me, is suckling at my right breast, a free hand stroking at my thigh.
We are not exactly in lustful mood, more sensual; occupying a kind of sexual hinterland resulting from several days of roller-coaster carnal adventure after I auctioned myself and my virginity to my Master.
I am not a Virgin anymore.
“Yes, Master. Our final day.”
“I hope you have enjoyed our time together? No regrets?”
“No Master. It’s been wonderful. You - and Michael… have opened my eyes; changed my view of the world.”
Michael chuckles through his mouthful of my right nipple. My Master smiles. “I can imagine. To have been through your miserable non-marriage…. I know it wasn’t your fault, but there must surely have been times when you questioned yourself?”
Sighing. “Yes, that’s true. There were times when I wondered if it was me. Was I so unattractive that my own husband wouldn’t or couldn’t…”
My Master taps me lightly on the breast. “No!” His word is sharp, but his voice gentle. “Not true Charlotte. Unattractive? You are beautiful. Truly beautiful. Do you seriously think I would have paid what I did if you weren’t? Girls in sore need of money are not that hard to find you know.”
Michael hums an affirmative kind of noise through his full mouth.
Now it is my turn to chuckle and I pull myself up to sit cross-legged on the bed, breaking loose from Michael. “I suppose so Master, but nonetheless, I mean every word I say. I’ve actually had a wonderful week and I do want to say thank you. To both of you.”
My Master does not speak, but a slow, pleased smile breaks over his saturnine face. Michael sits up next to me, wearing a charmed expression.
“My name’s not really Charlotte you know.”
“Of course I know.”
I don’t mind telling you now, who I am. I know you’re a good man, good men. I can trust you both. It’s….”
My Master presses a finger to my lips. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll always be Charlotte to me. And, I think I can speak for Michael that he feels the same…”
Michael, never talkative, nods and smiles, then leans forward to kiss me, clasping the back of my head with one hand, pulling me in close, twisting me around to face him.
My body, so responsive now, instantly replies to him, a pang of arousal spearing down through me and I draw in breath sharply. What happened to my sexual hinterland?
Michael grins, knowing exactly what has just happened, his hand wandering to my right breast and I see him glance over my shoulder.
“I think I’ll sit this one out for now.” says my Master behind me. “but I will enjoy watching you two.” He leans over to a side table, pouring himself a glass of wine, then returns to lying beside me, still stroking.
Michael locks my gaze, the hand on my breast narrowing in on the nipple, plucking at it, tweaking and twisting. Little sparks shoot through me, igniting my sex. Warm and damp below, the familiar tingling in my pussy broadcasts its message. Fuck me. Again.
He adds a hand to the other nipple, already beginning to tighten and crinkle of its own accord. Pinching at it, it hurts but I want more and he pinches harder. “Come on.” he says. “Let me hear you.” This time he twists and I yelp, not in protest but with arousal as my pussy begins to flow.
Michael’s cock, previously resting snug in its nest of golden curls, is rising and stiffening, so I help it along, fingering the head between thumb and forefinger, squeezing and circling, outlining the ridge as it hardens and becomes more prominent.
His breathing grows heavier, pupils dilating, and a fine sheen of sweat appears over his chest. I can smell him, deliciously male and musky, perfumed with sex and lust.
Despite his words, my Master is not just watching. His fingers, caressing the soft skin between my thighs are questing ever upwards and inwards, not into my sex, but all around. They play just around my pussy lips, sending sharp tingles of desire through me, wanting to draw him in further.
My heartbeat increases, my blood beginning to sing. Hips twitching, I want to be filled. I want something inside me.
The fingers slide further in, slipping between pussy lips rapidly engorging, growing more slippery by the second as my pussy obligingly juices up. The fingers slick up quickly, reaching inwards for my nub. As they spiral around my clit, my breath begins to shudder.
Remembering Michael, I crouch, taking his cock between my lips, licking away the seeping droplet at the tip, inserting my tongue into the slit. My position is awkward and uncomfortable, but I want to suck him. I want Michael to cum in my mouth, to taste him as he spurts into me. He sighs above me.
Abruptly, he grabs me under the arms, lifting me, and rolls me back onto the bed, pushing me down to lie on my back again. Shoving a pillow under my head, he straddles my chest presenting his cock to me again. This time it is much easier and I can take him properly into my mouth, sucking at the head as hard as he seems to want it, licking up the full length from base to tip. It gives me a feeling of power, to bring a man to full, throbbing erection. With my mouth full of Michael’s delicious cock, I gaze upwards to see his head flung back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth slightly open as he takes short panting breaths.
My Master has moved with my adjusted position, and, seated by my hips, continues his game of wind-up on my pulsating clit, which is in its turn sending little shocks to my cunt as it is flicked and teased.
Abruptly, Michael swings right around, crouching over me on all fours, head to toe. Manoeuvring his cock over my mouth, his breath warms my pussy lips, already primed from my Master’s handling.
“Open your thighs wider Charlotte.” he says. “Bring your knees up.” With a little difficulty we play human origami, until my thighs are wide and Michael is resting on his hands between them, face poised over my clit and pussy.
Supporting himself on one hand, he plays with my copper curls, winding them through his fingers. Down the length of my body, I want to see what he is doing, but my view forward is blocked by his long cock, probing my lips, and his balls, swinging behind. The thick shaft presses to my lips, urging them open again. As I take him in, he sheathes the head in my mouth, wriggling his hips in an invitation to suck it.
Sliding my eyes sideways, in the mirrors I see him, caging me beneath his body in the be-candled light, face hidden behind my thighs but wisps of his golden hair spilling over.
His free hand slips between my labia, splaying them for his attention, exposing my aching bud and making my pussy gape. In the mirror, I see his head lower, then move and undulate as he licks and chews at my mound.
Moaning uselessly through the cock gagging my mouth, I squirm and writhe, but fastened as I am under Michael, there is no-where to move.
Beyond Michael in the mirror, my Master’s lean frame stands over us. He strokes his erection, twitching hard against his flat abdomen, his gaze alternating between Michael’s head between my legs and his rump above my face. Then he catches sight of me watching him in the mirrors, my eyes slanted sideways, face pinned b
y the thick shaft in my mouth. He watches me, studying my expression, enjoying my reaction to Michael’s working of my warming sex. My enjoyment of the cock I am sucking.
Michael’s breath is hot now over my pussy lips as he descends lower. Curling down into me, his lips fasten around my bud, now swollen, hot, sensitive. He mouths at it, sending pulsating pleasure rippling through me, my lips engorging, my pussy blooming and flowing.
My whole body is flushing. The skin of my breasts and belly blushes red, my face running with perspiration as the fires within burn.
Michael laps at me, sucking at my pussy lips, stretching them between his teeth, nibbling at my folds and my cunt surges, pulsing and bubbling hot juices which trickle away until he licks them away from my glistening skin.