Mastering the Virgin: Box Set One (Mastering the Virgin Box Set Book 1)

by Simone Leigh

  You’ve never tasted pre-cum before either, have you….

  But she laps it up, seeming to enjoy it, all the while trying to stay in physical contact with me, despite having James pumping her from behind, rocking her body to and fro.

  He’s watching her, his hands kneading at her ass as he fucks her. But his eyes are soft, and he’s smiling as he watches her.

  “Very good, Charlotte.” he says.

  This isn’t the James I’m used to….

  And now, happy that she’s comfortable with me, I press in. My erection is pressured, my cock rock-hard and her jaw strains as she opens wider to take me. Slowly, very slowly, I thrust, as softly as I can, to gently face-fuck this red-haired beauty.

  She’s beginning to struggle, her green eyes raising to meet mine as my stream increases and she struggles to swallow.

  “Feel like a change, Michael?” asks James.

  “Abso-fuckin-lutley.”

  As we both pull free of her, exchanging our positions, James says, “I think I’ve decided, Charlotte. I’m going to be the one who comes in your mouth. But first, you have to lick me clean. Let’s get you trained up a little in the gentle art of cock-sucking.”

  To her rear, I push into wet heat, penetrating her, thrusting slowly.

  “Feel that, Charlotte?” says James, presenting his shaft to her face. “That’s Michael fucking you up the cunt. I know his habits; he won’t let himself cum until he’s watched me shoot into your mouth. How do you feel about that?”

  Her body shivers and quakes at his words, her pussy clutching at me. Gripping her hips, I keep myself steady, but all the while, her hot cunt snatches at me. She is really enjoying this….

  “I’m not sure, Master,” she says, but as I grit my teeth, trying to keep my control, James locks eyes with me, seeing my struggle….

  “Now you know that’s not true, Charlotte,” he says. “We both saw how you just reacted. You might be a late starter, but you’re as turned-on as we are by this. You’re not a virgin now. You can release your inner whore, and enjoy being fucked by two guys at once.”

  And now he no longer presents himself to her. Instead, controlling her with a hand fisted into her hair, he guides her mouth over his cock. “Lick me clean.” It’s not a request. He’s sounding much more like the Dom he is, and seeing her reaction to the pair of us, I’m not going to try to stop him.

  His shaft still coated in her own juices, Charlotte draws her tongue over the length, lapping at the head and sucking at the drop of pre-cum at the tip. To my surprise, she even slips her tongue into the slit, James taking a deep breath as she does so.

  “That’s it, Girl. Keep going.” he mutters….

  He’s brinking….

  My own climax is rising, the tension building as I watch Charlotte lapping and licking at James’ cock. I struggle not to come yet, to draw it out, to extend this experience…

  I want to watch as James….

  He convulses, the muscles of his stomach rippling as he gasps, “Open your mouth wide.”, then almost immediately pushes between her lips.

  She’s struggling to cope. He’s pushed deep into her and she’s spluttering, and yet still, for all that this is new to her, she’s still not sounding distressed. He’s got her pinned by the hair, moving her head over his cock to match his own rhythm as she squirms and wriggles. But she’s not trying to escape. If anything, she looks to be embracing the experience.

  With a jerk and a quiver, he shoots, bending over, groaning as he does so. Most of it’s in her mouth, but some escapes, trickling down her face as he spills into her.

  As he finishes, he withdraws, tilting her face up to his. “Turn to the mirror,” he says. “Look at Michael.”

  In the reflection, she looks wonderful; still on all fours, with James’ cum trickling from her chin, mascara running and ‘just-fucked’ hair. Deep inside her still, I continue my thrusting.

  “Are you going to swallow?” I ask her.

  Her throat ripples and with a finger, she wipes a glutinous thread back between her lips.

  “Like it?” I ask.

  She nods.

  Oh…. Wow....

  “Want some more?”

  She nods again.

  I’m going to blow very soon, my control all but gone. But I want nothing more than to shoot between those lips, spill over her tongue. I pull out of her sopping cunt with a squelching noise.

  Jeez…. she’s flooding….

  “James, would you mind? Quickly now. I can’t hold on long.”

  Once more we switch places.

  “Charlotte, on your back.” orders James.

  She starts to turn over, but James, seeing that I’m about to blow, helps me flip her over. Hastily, I straddle her, pushing my cock, slippery with her honey, into her widely smiling mouth.

  For a moment she looks dismayed again….

  Okay, I’m well hung….

  …. She’ll figure it out….

  In the mirrors I see James dropping behind me, his face pushed between her thighs, and fucking her with a hand. Her mouth opens in an ululating howl, and I present myself a little more closely to her, but not too closely, trying to give her time to adjust.

  And she does. Her green-eyed gaze suddenly locks onto mine and she grins, so far as she can with my shaft at her mouth, wrapping her lips around my cockhead, sucking and tonguing at me enthusiastically. I can’t say it’s the most expert blow-job I’ve ever had, but she’s just learning, and her obvious pleasure is a joy in itself.

  She's lapping me up and loving it.

  It’s too much. I want to hang on, but I can’t. I push inside, and the sight of my cock pushed between those lips, her gorgeous eyes looking up at me, pupils huge and black against green, as she wraps her mouth around me, is too much.

  Explosively, I come, spurting hard into her mouth. Her eyes, if it were possible, widen even further as she takes my load, and hastily I pull out before I choke this inexperienced girl. She is still swallowing and licking her lips as I spray my last shot over her face.

  And she laughs as I splash over her, a sound of sheer delight, then, her head flinging back, mouth opening in a wide wail, she comes again, her body bucking and heaving under mine. James presses further in, still working her pussy with face and fingers as she cries out, her belly muscles pulsating against my thighs.

  And finally, she screams, “Stop. Stop. Please stop.”

  James instantly withdraws, and she collapses back onto the bed, eyes squeezed closed, still twitching in the aftermath of orgasm.

  James, kneeling up, stroking her stomach, meets my eyes, grinning with a ‘Told you!’ expression. He tilts his head in question at me. I can only nod as I return his grin.

  Charlotte finally relaxes, opening her eyes. James laughs down at her, “We can call that a success then?”

  Still panting, she just nods, but she’s smiling broadly as, chest heaving, she stares up at the ceiling.

  Jeez….

  I mop myself down with a towel and James unhooks robes, tossing one apiece to me and Charlotte. “I’ll just get the wine.” he says, stepping out of the room.

  Sitting beside the russet-haired beauty laid out beside me, she’s staring up at me, looking a little doubtful.

  Wondering if she’s performed ‘to standard’?

  I lean across, kiss her on the lips, making it as soft and warm as I know how. “Charlotte, that was amazing. Thank you.”

  Her smile blooms like sunshine, and suddenly, she looks like a young girl again, praised by the teacher.

  James returns with the wine-bottle and three glasses, pours and hands them around, then joins us on the bed.

  For long minutes, none of us speaks. We simply sit together, enjoying the….

  …. the what….?

  The camaraderie?

  The descent from climax?

  I’m not sure. But the moment enfolds us. James, one hand slipped into her robe, I think cupping a breast, leans against her, his head re
sting on her shoulder….

  I’ve never seen him do that before….

  I simply sit close, stroking her hair. At length, I say, “I don’t know what I expected, but that wasn’t it.”

  “I didn’t know either,” says Charlotte. “But it was just glorious, wasn’t it?”

  She was a virgin yesterday?

  …Really…?

  …. Yes, I think she really was….

  James speaks. “Charlotte, I think we all know you enjoyed that, as of course, so did we, but it is something you would want to do again?”

  Her gaze moves between the pair of us before she says, carefully, “With you and Michael you mean? Yes, I think so.”

  “I was thinking of more than that. You have already pushed your boundaries in the last two days. Do you want to push them further?”

  He’s giving her the choice….

  …. as he promised….

  …. What is she going to say?

  “What do you mean?” she asks.

  “I am suggesting more than just me and Michael,” says James. “How adventurous do you want to be?”

  She swallows hard. “I wouldn’t be hurt?”

  He strokes her breast. “No, of course not, although….” he pauses, “…. you might want to explore that. But it would always be your choice. You can stop anything that is happening by simply saying so.”

  And now she looks baffled. “I don’t follow you?”

  “You’ve heard of BDSM?”

  Alarm crosses her perfect features. “Isn’t that whips and stuff?”

  James is clearly choosing his words carefully. “Yes, it is, but it comes in degrees and the Sub - you - always has the say on how far things go…. How can I explain? Ah, yes….”

  The hand he has cupping her breast, pinches at a nipple, squeezing hard and she squeals. But her body twists, curving into him and he chuckles. “See? It hurts, but you like it.”

  Her breath hitches. Very obviously, it aroused her. And she’s smiling.

  He’s right. She’s not afraid at all….

  “How far do you want to go, Charlotte?” I ask.

  She sips her wine, thinking hard, her eyes darting between me and James, then, “I’ll go all the way. Take me down the rabbit hole.”

  The Story Continues In

  ‘Allies’

  ‘Mastering the Virgin’

  Part Three

  ‘Allies’

  Author: Simone Leigh

  Allies

  Michael

  ‘Take me down the rabbit hole.’

  Her words ricochet through my head.

  Eventually, head drooping and eyes closing, she falls asleep between us.

  Hardly surprising. She must be exhausted….

  James leans around from behind to see her face, then when it is clear that she is sleeping, meets my eyes to head-point me out to the lounge.

  As I make myself comfortable, he holds up a bottle of malt and a glass to me, the question in his eyes.

  “Yes, I will, thanks.”

  Pouring two glasses, he places the bottle on the table between us. “So, what do you think?” he asks.

  I swish the excellent whiskey around my mouth, trying to assemble a sensible answer. “I barely know what to think….” Swallowing, liquid fire warms embers in my throat and stomach. “She’s…. amazing.” Then, feeling contrite. “Um…. my apologies for some of the things I said to you before. I was out of order; wrong. I can see how well you’ve treated her and….”

  He leans forward, elbows on his knees, looking at me from hooded eyes. “No, you were right; one hundred percent right. And the fact is, I had your words ringing in my ears as I…. took her…”

  I digest this. “I can entirely understand your obsession with her,” I say.

  James rubs an ear, examining the carpet. “Don’t know that I’d call it an obsession….”

  “No? You going to tell me how much you paid?”

  He sucks in his cheeks, then standing, goes to his jacket, hanging neatly from a hook, and extracting a piece of paper from his wallet, silently passes it to me.

  I open it. It’s the Contract, issued by the Auction House for ‘services’ provided by ‘the Party known to the Buyer as ‘Charlotte’, and countersigned by both her and James. I also notice with interest that her signature is indeed in the name of ‘Charlotte’.

  To protect the identity of the girls, of course….

  Wonder what she’s really called….?

  Then I see the price.

  Fuck me…

  “James…. what was in your mind to bid to this level?”

  “If I’m honest, I don’t know. She was so beautiful and so scared, but she kept her nerve. I found myself admiring her. And then, when I saw that Finchby was bidding for her…. the idea of the likes of him having control of her; it turned my stomach.”

  “Even so….”

  He stands up suddenly, his attitude brisk. “…. Even so, I did what I did, and we are where we are. She’s not afraid now, of me, of you or of this situation. And given what I’ve paid, I don’t think I need to search my conscience too far to ask anything even vaguely reasonable of her. Do you?”

  Shaking my head, “No, I don’t. She’s fine, and she’s in it for the adventure.”

  “I agree, and that being the case, I have a few plans for her…. But what about you?”

  Startled, “What? Me? What about me?”

  “What would you like to do with her this week?”

  I’m taken aback. Given what he’s paid for his week of fantasy, I’d have expected James to dictate events.

  “Er, I’m not sure what to say….”

  “Well, I didn’t notice you saying ‘No’ last night….”

  “Um, no….”

  “…. because I’ve paid a great deal of money for her, and, whether she realises it or not, I certainly rescued her from a much more unpleasant alternative. So, she’s going to dance to my tune. Having said that, she is not unwilling, and I think you’ll agree that she’s enjoying it.” His head tilts. “So, what do you want? Tell me, because you can be sure that I’ll be either watching or taking part, and I’ll be enjoying it too….”

  What do I want…?

  I sip my whiskey.

  “I'd like her other virginity”

  His brows arch and he sucks in his cheeks. “Alright, agreed. That’s yours. I’ll let you break that news to her then when you think the time’s right.”

  *****

  Michael

  In the flickering candlelight of James’ mirrored room, he sits in an armchair, glass in hand, watching us, several sets of cuffs displayed on the small table next to him. Charlotte’s eyes pass over the cuffs, hover over my face and then she looks at them again properly, biting her lower lip.

  Alright, Charlotte?” I ask, my hands on her shoulders.

  She looks uncertain, nervous, but then looks into my eyes. I do my best to project confidence and soothing vibes. After a few seconds, the tension eases from her body and she smiles and relaxes. The smile is a little wan, but it’s there.

  She nods. “You’ve um… done this before?” she asks.

  “Many times,” I say, kissing her on the forehead. “You’ll be fine. Really. I think you’ll surprise yourself.”

  James says nothing, wearing a robe, chin resting on his fist, his eyes travelling between the two of us as we speak.

  I wait a few seconds more, then start to undress her. She’s wearing a simple wrap, soft and silky in a plain black satin. Her flaming hair spills over the fabric, loose to her waist and her pale face contrasts against its dark gleam. She is naked underneath, her heavy breasts swinging slightly as she moves.

  Taking it slowly, so that she understands what I am doing, I untie the belt at her waist, allowing the garment to fall open, then pushing it back from her shoulders, let it drop to puddle at her feet.

  A little colour rises on her cheeks and she swallows hard. For all the ride she has taken with James
and me over the last few days, she’s still not used to being naked with a man.

  Ah, Sweetheart….

  It’ll be fine….

  And it’s a novelty for me to have a woman behaving like this…. quite touching, more so because it’s obviously genuine; there’s no artifice there….

  Marcie could take a few lessons….

  I tilt her chin up to meet my eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’re beautiful. I want to see you like this. We both do.”

  She gulps again, nodding against the pressure of my hand.

  “Good.” A hand around her waist, I pull her in close, brush my lips against hers. I’d like to strip off myself, but my cock is already straining inside my pants and I just want to take it easy with her.

  Don’t be too eager….

  “Michael, would you like to…?” James holds out the cuffs, eye-pointing me at the end of the bed.

  I know what he wants. It’s not as though we haven’t done this together scores of times over the years, but this time it feels…. different.

  Take me down the rabbit hole….

  Taking the first set of cuffs, I tighten it around her left wrist. “Not too tight?” I ask. “It’s not hurting you?”

  Silent, she shakes her head.

  I attach another cuff to her right wrist.

  “Lean forward over the end of the bed.” She nods, still a little anxious, but obeys. Leaning over her, close by her face, I whisper, “Watch yourself in the mirrors. And watch us.”

  As I fetter her to the bed, arms spread wide, I say, “I think you'll enjoy this, Charlotte. A lot of women find that being restrained is very arousing. You give up control, but you get back a kind of freedom to simply accept and enjoy what happens next.”

  Still she remains silent, her breathing shallow and rapid, a thin sheen of perspiration across her face. She’s looking in the mirrors, first locking eyes with me, but then, as I follow her gaze, she’s looking at James. He’s watching her face too. Wordlessly, he passes me the next set of cuffs and, gently easing her legs apart, I cuff first her left, then her right ankle to the feet of the bed.