CHAPTER 11: The Virgin No More, Part 2

… My hips buck and jerk in response, as Michael stretches my hot, wet pussy with his thick member.

Simultaneously, my Master is stroking himself into my mouth, blocking my attempts to scream or gasp. Fluid leaks over my tongue and lips and I try to lick it away, enjoying the saltiness of my Master’s pre-cum.

Michael behind me starts to gasp and shudder, speeding his already rapid, thrusting rhythm. I can feel the tension in him building, his cock ever harder and larger inside me, his balls swinging against me, as he rams himself home inside me, into my freely flowing cunt. My breathing takes on his rhythm, and I pant in time with his thrusts, so far as I can with my Master’s erection commanding my airways.

With a growl, he cums, grasping my hips tightly and shuddering as he pumps his seed into me. Rocking and grunting, he pulses hotly once, twice, thrice more, grinding against my butt, and then relaxes.

Withdrawing with a sucking sound, he gasps and slaps me on the buttock. “Ah, but you’re a great fuck Charlotte. I’m going to enjoy this week. And I’m going to enjoy watching this now.”

I cannot reply. My Master’s cock is still plugging my mouth. Something about the way Michael says “this” tells me that he knows something I don’t.

In the mirrors I see his eyes meet my Master’s, as he helps himself to a glass of wine, seating himself at the top of the bed and showing every sign of being a man settling in for a show.

My Master pulls out of my mouth. “I’m not going to fully face-fuck you yet, Charlotte. Perhaps in a while. But we have some other games to play first.”

Climbing off the bed, he pulls something out of a drawer, dangling it in front of me.

From my bound and straddled position, I see a red leather flogger, soft pliable fronds swishing over my eyes and nose and mouth.

My Master trails it gently over my skin, across my face and shoulders, down the pale delicate skin of my back, by the curve of my waist and hip.

Standing behind me, he swishes it over my buttocks. “Charlotte. I’m going to test your limits. You will find this pleasant at first, but when it is too much, you must tell me, and I will stop. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Tell me clearly, Charlotte. What will you say when you want me to stop? ‘No’ isn’t good enough. ‘No’ often means ‘Yes’ in these cases.” He swishes the flogger against the back of my thighs, harder this time. It stings a little and I gasp as a frisson runs through me. “What will you say? Your safe word, Charlotte?”

What will I say?

Struggling for a moment, it comes to me. “Heartbeat,” I say. “My safe word is ‘Heartbeat’ Master.”

“Good girl.” And the flogger licks around the tender skin of my thighs. Aaahhhh...

Searing pleasure electrifies me, jolting my pussy awake again.

In the mirror I see Michael, sipping wine, watching silently through hooded eyes. His pupils are wide and dark, black against the halo of his golden hair. His gaze locks with mine as the flogger comes down again, lashing across a creamy buttock. The skin feels hot under the kiss of the leather, flushing red in a wide stripe. My pussy is flooding with a scalding fluid, trickling down over my pulsing clit, a mixture of my own juices and Michael’s cum.

The flogger lashes the other buttock, stinging hard, and I cry out at the pain, but I want this pain, this sexual pain-pleasure surging through my core.

I want to be fucked. I want my Master inside me. My hips begin to gyrate, and the lash comes down again, licking down within my thighs, close by my flooding sex. My inner walls are pulsing, thrilling to the lick of the flail on my skin.

“Please, Master...”

“Do you want me to stop Charlotte? Remember your safe word.”

“No Master. I don’t want you to stop. I want...” I am gasping now, my breath coming in short rapid pants. “I want...”

“What do you want, Charlotte?”

Who said that? Which of them spoke?

“I want...”

“Yes?”

“I want…oh God. Fuck me. Please fuck me. I want to cum. I need to cum.”

My Master speaks. “Not yet, Charlotte, but it’s good that you’re learning to ask nicely. We can give you something as a reward for that. Michael, if you would.”

Michael crawls forward over the bed, sliding his hands over my shoulders, kneading and massaging my arms, back and neck. As the lash comes down again, and I jerk again in response, his hands slip around to my breasts, cupping and rubbing. My face near his now semi-erect cock, I can smell myself on him, my own perfume from where he has fucked me. He rolls and tweaks my hard nipples, arousal undulating down to my sex.

Mindless with lust, I howl as the lash licks my pussy. Pain ripples through me, echoed in my nipples where Michael now pinches hard. I am lost in the embrace of torment and ecstasy.

Oh, God...

“Please, please, I need to cum. Master, please.”

Something nuzzles at my entrance. My Master’s cock? No, it is something else. “I’m not going to fuck you yet Charlotte. I’m only going to come myself after I’ve finished you.”

There is a buzzing, a vibration, and something slips inside me, convulsing my inner muscles. Michael is still pinching, hard, and I whimper. Climax curls up within me, tormented groans squeezing past my lips.

Thumb and forefinger take my clit, rubbing gently, so gently, on my hot and swollen bud. It sends an unbearable surge through me from clit to spine, my thighs pitching and shoving against the excruciating-ecstatic thrill.

Orgasm takes me, welling up, overwhelming me as I scream and writhe in my bonds.

For long seconds, the finger works my clit, urging on my climax before pulling away. Then my Master smoothly sheathes himself in my pulsating cunt.

Through my sexual miasma, I can smell his arousal, a wild male scent that drives me even higher. His cock is huge, engorged, and already I can feel the tension of his own climax waxing. He fits me tightly, stretching me as he pounds inwards, riding me, my pussy slick and hot, his erection spearing me.

He slams in, thrusting hard, again and again, then, every muscle tensing into stillness, his release comes and he pours himself into me. His cock spurts and dances inside me, then, with a roar of satisfaction, he pulls out.

“Wonderful!” he exclaims. “Wonderful. Oh Charlotte, you’re a beauty. And you didn’t even ask me to stop.”