CHAPTER 10: The Virgin No More, Part 1
“… is it something you would want to do again?”
“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.”
I’m 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 want 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.”
I am bending forward, naked, over the footboard of a bed in a small be-mirrored room. My arms are stretched out, wrists cuffed to the bedposts. 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.
In front of me, my Master kneels naked on the bed, his twitching erection close to my face. Behind me is his friend, Michael, again kneeling. His warm breath against my exposed pussy is already bringing a rising heat to my face, among other things.
“Are you alright Charlotte?” asks my Master, his fingers curling through my long locks, copper-streaked gold in the flickering candlelight.
Gasping, I struggle to get the words out. “Yes Master, I’m fine, just…aaahhhh...” Michael is stroking my pussy lips with one finger - I think. I don’t have a terribly good view of exactly what he is doing, but if his aim is to arouse me, he is succeeding.
Three days ago, I was a virgin. Since then I have auctioned and sold myself and my virginity to the man before me. He has taken me on a sexual roller-coaster and I am now learning of the gentle arts of being fucked by two men together - with, I understand, much more to come.
My Master plays the glistening tip of his cock against my lips, inviting me to taste the salt-sweet dewdrop seeping from the head. I wrap my lips eagerly around, loving the flavour of my Master, and his musky male scent as I inhale him.
Michael is parting my pussy lips, exposing my core, displaying me, looking within to my depths. Through the veil of my hair, I try to watch in the mirrors what he is doing. I can just see through my hair as he leans forward, tongue extended, lips parted, to taste me.
Abruptly, the curtain of hair is swept aside, my Master gathering it up, sweeping it over one shoulder. “My apologies Charlotte. Of course, you should be able to see. When you have two men fucking you together, you should be able to enjoy the show.”
I can indeed now see what is happening, but my Master’s words, “Two men fucking you,” suddenly liquefy my core. Michael chuckles behind me and I feel the shaking of his laughter as he leans into my thighs, face into my now engorged and sodden sex.
He licks, starting with my clit and moving smoothly upwards over my lips and through my pussy. Heat bubbles up inside me and I flood, juices trickling down inside my thighs, to be intercepted by Michael, lapping them up. My eyes meet his in the mirrors and he grins wickedly as, holding my gaze, tongue outstretched, mid-movement he hesitates. He slips back the hood of my clit, positioning himself so that I have a perfect view of what he is doing, pure sex in his eyes, and showing me that he is about to take my bud in his mouth.
Pleasure pierces hotly through me. It is too much, my hips starting to buck of their own accord. My Master is laughing above me. “Nice one, Michael. Make her squirm.”
Michael has twisted slightly, trying to angle himself so as to tongue-fuck me, and simultaneously, watch me in the mirrors. Taking my button between his lips at the corner of his mouth, he tongues it, holding my eyes all the time. Sucking gently from his slightly awkward position, nonetheless, wild fires are alighting in me. As I watch him through a sexual haze, my control is rapidly vanishing, my back arching, vibrating.
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!
Finally, he turns away, his face fully into me, breaking our locked gaze. As he slurps and laps his way up and through my sopping cunt, he can no longer watch my face, but I can see perfectly what he is doing. His tongue circles my drenched clit, working through my folds and crevices, swiping through my hot well. Licking deeply inside me, he circles my inner muscles, sucking, drinking me.
Overcome in a throbbing paroxysm of lust, pleasure pulsing through my veins, I am aflame. Flushed over chest, face, breasts and cunt, dripping with sweat and pussy juice, I writhe and gasp helplessly, bound at wrist and ankle, unable to do more than wriggle uselessly, sucking in air, and moaning incoherently.
“You’re getting very noisy Charlotte,” complains my Master, and abruptly, I find myself gagged by his cock being shoved into my mouth. Engorged and pulsing, it forces an entry through my lips.
At this, Michael breaks away to stand, opens me to full extent with his fingers, and plunges into me, hard. My hips buck and jerk in response, as he stretches my hot, wet pussy with his thick member.