by Simone Leigh
My Master reaches around in front of me, cupping my breasts from behind, pushing them in and up, displaying them to Michael, who bends and suckles, first one, then the other. His hands are stroking my belly, my hips, questing south to my thighs. In the mirrors, his head moves against me, dark hair ruffled slightly by the movement.
Behind me, through the fabric of clothes, the rising hardness of an erection presses to my back before, abruptly, disappearing as my Master moves away from me.
I try to turn, to see where he has gone, but Michael holds me still and there is the sound of a chair scraping over the wooden floor.
Michael dropping to his knees, my Master seats himself to one side of us, sitting, head propped on one hand, his pupils wide and dark in the glimmer-light as he watches us.
“Charlotte.” he says. “Turn a little. I want to see you.”
Obediently, I turn, Michael following me from below. “Good girl. Now play with your nipples. Pinch them and roll them. Get them hard for me.”
Again, I obey, but with difficulty, as I am being distracted by Michael’s parting of my pussy lips with his fingers, his fingertip exploration inward, and the heat of his breath over my thighs. I am already wet as his fingers slide in, then thrust sharply upwards and… and… what?
Gasping, I stagger, an exquisite sensation piercing upwards through me. “What…? How….?” I don’t know how to frame the question.
Michael saves me the trouble, grinning as he pulls back to look up at me. “It’s your g-spot Charlotte. I love making women jump that way, more so when they don’t expect it.” He watches my face, his fingers insistently pushing and sliding against my inner walls. Self-control failing, my knees begin to buckle and I flail out, seizing him by the shoulders to keep my balance. “That’s okay Charlotte.” he says. “Lean on me. Let’s get you nice and liquid before James and I fuck you.”
He is succeeding. His hand is slippery with my pussy juices and I can hear a sort of suction as his fingers work my inner wall. Staggering again as his thumb joins the party, flicking against my clit, I gasp and buck, struggling now to stay upright.
“Time to get you off your feet girl I think.” he says. “What do you think James?”
“Couldn’t agree more.” And I am swept up by two pairs of arms, deposited on the bed and pulled upright, but on my knees.
Kneeling on the bed, I am sandwiched. My Master, close behind me, hooks his arms under mine, pulling me backwards and supporting me against his chest. His hands slip down over my belly, through curls, to my pussy lips, fingers parting me, exposing my clit and cunt to Michael, displaying me. “Open your legs further.” he whispers to me, his face close to mine, skin hot against me, fragrant with sweat and wine.
I am acutely conscious that I am naked, more than naked, exposed, whilst these two men are still fully dressed. True, both have erections obvious through their clothing but….
As Michael drops down between my thighs, my Master’s voice whispers again. “Watch him. Watch his tongue curl around your clit. Look in the mirrors.”
In the pale golden light of the candled mirrors, Michael laps at me. As the tongue slides over me, electricity firing up through me, the voice continues. “He’s tasting you. Your sweet pussy. Just as I did last night. As I’m going to again in a little while, when he has made you ready for me. Are you wet Charlotte?”
“Mmm, yes.” I choke out. ‘Wet’ is the wrong word. ‘Flooding’ would be more correct. Michael’s working of my bud and lips is driving me gently crazy, my engorging sex pulsing under every stroke and movement of his tongue.
“Can you support yourself on your feet? Lift your hips upwards?” asks my Master, still close to my ear. “I’ll help support you.” Michael clearly hears him too and glances up, grinning.
“I think so Master.”
“Good, one, two, now.” and as I lift myself, my Master heaves me up, spreading my legs wider apart. “Excellent.” he continues. “Now he can really get at you. But you’re not allowed to cum. Not yet. Do you understand? You can’t cum yet. I want to watch you awhile longer.”
“I think so Master, but I’m not sure how to stop it.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll stop it. And so will Michael. You’re not going to cum until you’ve earned it.”
“How do I earn it Master?”
He chuckles. “You going to suck us both off, and you’re going to fuck and be fucked by both of us.”
At some level, I feel I should be alarmed by this, but no, Michael is licking out my pussy and I can feel my orgasm beginning to rise. “Tell me Charlotte. Which of us do you want to cum in your mouth?” continues my Master.
At these words, my orgasm suddenly rises out of control, spiralling up from my core, sending undulating waves of pressure through my cunt, my thighs, my stomach. I scream and buck in my Master’s hold, Michael pushes his face hard into me, sucking at my pussy, hanging onto my hips as I squirm and writhe in ecstasy. His probing tongue sweeps around inside my pussy muscles as I cum into his mouth. Straining and rocking against the man holding me from behind and the one cleaning out my pussy with his face, I shudder and gasp ecstatically.
Orgasm subsiding, my racing pulse slowing a little, my Master mutters “So much for self-control. You weren’t supposed to do that Charlotte, but I’ll forgive you since I pushed you over the edge myself. Now, to repeat my question, which of us is going to cum in your mouth Charlotte? Your choice.”
How do I answer a question like that? “I don’t know Master.”
“Not a good answer. Let’s see it we can help. Michael, if you would…”
Michael grabs me by both wrists, pulling me forward and up. I struggle a little from my splayed-leg position but end up tipped forward, on my hands and knees, looking up at Michael. He stands, looking down at me, and methodically strips off his clothes. His eyes are smiling at me, but it is more than a smile. Inexperienced as I am, I recognise sheer, clean animal lust when I see it. Naked, he is glorious, arms and legs firm, with strap-like muscles, lean and broad-chested. Definitely this man works out or does some kind of physical job for a living. His erection twitches against a flat belly and now his smile reaches his lips. “Like what you see?” he asks.
Running hot and wet, despite my earlier climax, inside I am stirring again. I nod, swallowing hard.
My attention on Michael, I have failed to notice what my Master is doing. My peripheral vision picks up movement in one of the mirrors. He has also undressed and, now also naked, is watching me, watching Michael. “Enjoying yourself Charlotte?” he asks. “I said I’d look after you. If you’re going to fuck for fuckings sake, it might as well be with someone good-looking.”
I have no time to think of a suitable reply, as both men move in on me, Michael’s cock at my face, my Master’s erection pressed up behind me, probing between my wet and swollen pussy lips.
The cock in front me is thick and veiny, deep purple red, and glistening at the tip. From behind my Master holds me by my long copper hair, pulling my face back and up. As he slides inside me from behind he says “Open wide Charlotte.” Obediently I spread my legs wider. “Good girl, but I meant at the other end.”
My Master entering my pulsing and engorged pussy, makes me gasp anyway, and as my mouth opens, the cock in front of me presses against my lips. A voice says “Suck it Charlotte. Lick it.”
Looking at the size of the thing, I’m dismayed. I can’t possibly get this all in mouth. I have read of, seen films of, how a woman is supposed to take a man’s cock all the way into her mouth. With the reality facing me, it is impossible. I do my best, licking at the silky skin of the head and the ridge, tasting for the first time, a man’s pre-cum, a strange salt-sweet-bitter taste mingling with the musky scent of his skin and groin.
“Very good Charlotte.” I am not sure who says it. My Master is pumping me at the rear, still firmly gripping my hair, keeping my face level with Michael’s shaft and balls despite the rocking movement of his fucking me.
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ichael is holding me and supporting himself on my shoulders. As I open my mouth wider, to try to accommodate his cock, to suck him, his hips start gently to thrust as he face-fucks me.
It is strangely satisfying, this sensation of being filled from both ends. I hear gasps and groans, but am uncertain as to where they are coming from. The cock in my mouth, already large when I first wrapped my lips around it, seems to be growing ever firmer and thicker, a thin stream of creamy fluid filling my mouth and dribbling from my lips. As it presses deeper and harder into my mouth and throat, I begin to gag.
“Feel like a change Michael?” asks my Master’s voice.
“Abso-fuckin-lutley.”
The cock in my pussy abruptly withdraws, as does the one in my mouth.
“I think I’ve decided Charlotte.” says my Master, slapping me on the rump as he does so, “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.”
The two men change positions, Michael moving in behind me, settling between my legs and pushing inside me. He pumps me, but slowly and gently. “Feel that Charlotte?” asks my Master, as he positions his cock in front of my 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?” As he says this, my heated pussy convulses and floods, and I jerk in response, Michael’s grip on my hips keeping me steady, but his steady rhythm never faltering as he slowly thrusts into me; in and out, in and out.
“I’m not sure Master.” I gasp.
“Now you know that’s not true, Charlotte. 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 with that, he twists his hands into my hair, moving my head, my mouth inexorably to his shuddering cock. “Lick me clean.” And he moves my face against him, sliding my mouth over his erection.
I lick the glistening shaft, for the first time tasting myself on another. The succulence of my own juices surprises me as I draw long, lingering strokes with my tongue from base to trembling tip. The sharp, almost lemony flavour, contrasts, with a bitter-sweet taste as I suck at the dewdrop which continually forms and reforms at the peak, sliding my tongue into the small slit then whirling the tip around the firmly bulbous head. My Master sighs and relaxes his grip on me a little. “That’s it girl. Keep going.” His breathing is becoming unsteady and rapid, his thighs beginning to tremble. Behind me I can hear Michael groaning and gasping. His thrusting is still steady and even, but there is a suggestion of shaking as his legs and balls bang into my thighs.
My Master suddenly heaves and his grip on my hair tightens. His voice broken, he gasps “Open your mouth wide.” Barely are my lips open as he rams his cock between them. Fingers twisting into my hair he pins my face, rocking my head backwards and forwards in time with his thrusting, his quivering shaft filling me, forcing my mouth wide.
Choking and spluttering I do my best to accommodate the huge cock pumping me, a now, steady stream, of pre-cum drizzling down my throat. Behind me, Michael is pumping harder, banging into me inside. Pinned at both ends by hands holding my hips and hair, all I can do is squirm between them, helpless but, I admit to myself, loving it.
The cock in my mouth jerks and heaves at me, my hair pulled tight to the point of pain when, with a sharp exhalation from above, hot cum shoots into my mouth, flooding in. I suck and lick as best I can, but I am speared by the face and all but unable to move. The pulsing shaft twitches and throbs as it delivers its load over my tongue, before relaxing and withdrawing.
As my Master pulls out, he lifts up my face by the chin. “Turn to the mirror.” he says. “Look at Michael.”
Obediently, cum trickling from my lips and down my face, I look at myself in the mirror, on my hands and knees, and Michael, fucking me from behind.
“Are you going to swallow?” I am not sure who asks, but I gulp down the warm, creamy mouthful, licking my lips clean of the spatters and drips. Volcanically aroused, I revel in this new experience.
Still deep inside me, and now visibly trembling, Michael watches me, pupils wide and dark. “Like it?” he asks.
I nod and he grins. “Want some more?”
I nod again.
“James. Would you mind?” and he pulls out of my sodden pussy, cock almost vibrating. “Quickly now. I can’t hold on long.”
The two men switch places again. “Charlotte. On your back.” orders my Master, and, as I start to turn over, together they flip me onto my back. My Master spreads my knees and Michael pushes his cock, dripping with my pussy juices, into my now all too willing mouth.
Wrapping eager lips around him, I tongue and suck at him, ever more excited. My Master is finger fucking and clit sucking me. Horny beyond words, almost mindless with lust, I writhe and moan, glancing sideways when I am able, to watch myself in the mirrors, sucking off and being sucked.
Michael bucks and shoots, and this time I swallow as he pumps hot cum into my mouth. At the last moment, he pulls out of my mouth and aims his cock to make its last pulsating spurt over my face.
It is the last straw, and with my face dripping, my Master licking and flicking my clit, pumping my cunt with his hand, explosively, I cum again, pulsating ripples echoing through my thighs and cunt and belly.
At the last moment, it is too much and I scream, “Stop. Stop. Please stop.”
My Master backs off, slipping his fingers out of me, simply stroking the soft skin of my stomach. Michael is caressing my face, stroking my hair as, eyes closed tight, I descend from my mind-blowing orgasm.
Opening my eyes, I see both men ginning down at me, and at each other. “We can call that a success then?” laughs my Master.
Speechless I just nod.
Later, the three of us sitting together on the bed, each of us in a large fluffy towelling robe and sipping wine, Michael says “I don’t know what I expected, but that wasn’t it.”
I am sitting between the two. Michael, leaning slightly against me, is still stroking my hair. My Master, head resting on my shoulder, has one hand slipped inside my robe, cupping a breast.
“I didn’t know either.” I confess. “But it was just glorious wasn’t it?”
Both men “Mmm.” in agreement.
Soft music murmurs in the background, and for a few minutes we sit in companionable silence, just listening to the music.
After a while my Master 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?”
My Master would not, I now feel sure, ask me to do something he thought I really did not want to do and so I think carefully about my answer. “With you and Michael you mean? Yes, I think so.”
He hesitates before replying. “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?”
Michael I notice, is silent, but I can feel his almost quivering attention. “What do you mean?” I ask.
“I am suggesting more than just me and Michael. How adventurous do you want to be?”
Gulping, I ponder this. “I wouldn’t be hurt?”
“No, of course not, although you might want to explore that. But it would always be your choice. You can stop anything that is happening by simply saying so.”
Confused “I don’t follow you?”
“You’ve heard of bdsm?”
“Isn’t that whips and stuff?”
“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?” My Master hesitates. “Ah yes.” And the hand he has cupping my breast slides up a little. Fingers tweak at my nipple, making me squirm as electric pleasure shoots down to my sex. Then the fingers tweak harder, pinching. It hurts, but the pain is good and I w
ant more. He chuckles. “See? It hurts, but you like it.”
Michael leans in closer to me. “How far do you want to go Charlotte?”
Silently I sip my wine, letting it work its magic on my slightly fuzzy brain. How far do I want to go? I’m in this for a week. Two days have already passed. And, I have to admit to myself, they have been two unimaginably magnificent days. I decide.
Looking first at Michael, then my Master, I say, “I’ll go all the way. Take me down the rabbit hole.”
Part Three - The Virgin No More
I am bending forward, naked, over the foot board of a bed in a small be-mirrored room. My arms are stretched out, wrists cuffed to the bed posts. My legs are spread apart, ankles cuffed to the bed legs. Face down as I am, my hair falls over my face, obscuring my already limited view.
