CHAPTER 15: The Virgin No More, Part 6
“... leave the blindfold for now. She’s enjoying the mystery.”
And that’s right too. This faceless, anonymous, sexual tension is delicious. I am spaced-out, exhilarated, hyper-aroused.
Hands take my cuffed wrists, leading me forward. More hands support me at the waist.
“Get the pants off her.”
And my saturated and useless panties are tugged away, leaving my urgently pulsing pussy to flow freely down my thighs.
“Bend her over.”
“No, on her back.”
“Ask her what she wants.”
“Not her choice now. We’ve got all evening. Everyone will get a turn. Bend her over.” It is my Master’s voice. And I am pushed down over some object, soft but firm, pressing upwards against my waist.
A hand presses down in the small of my back, and feet shove my ankles apart, spreading me. There is the sound of a zip and a cock presses to my mouth. Fingers part my pussy lips to the rear.
I am about to have the fucking of a lifetime.
Blindfolded and bent forward at the waist over some padded object, a cock presses to my lips. Despite my blindness, I know it is my Master from his delicious musky scent. Speaking down to me, his voice is low. I do not think that the other men in the room will hear him.
“Are you alright, Charlotte? You can handle this?”
“Yes, Master. I am alright.” And I reach forward, as best I can from my awkward position, to take his cock in my mouth. It trembles and twitches against my lips, as I lick away the briny droplet of pre-cum I can taste on the tip.
A body is behind me, fingers toying with my pussy lips, winding into my wet curls and rippling through my folds. My Master’s voice again. “That’s Michael behind you right now. But it’s going to be all of them. You’re okay with that?”
I pull away from sucking my Master’s delicious erection. “Yes, Master. I’m fine with that. I...I…want…”
Lost as to how to express my state of sheer molten arousal, my words trail away. In the last hour or so, I have been shackled and stretched upwards on some sort of frame, my wrists cuffed and blindfolded, while a group of men, I am unsure how many, have played cards for me. Each winner had the privilege of removing some part of my clothing, fondling me, playing with me...
If I don’t get fucked soon, I am going to ignite.
Reaching again, for the wonderful mouthful of my Master’s seeping cock, I slip my tongue into the slit, whirling my tongue around the head. Using his hand, sighing above me, he guides himself into me, working himself into my mouth, but letting me set the pace.
Michael’s fingers are still playing with my pussy, slippery with my own juices. And it’s not just between my legs. My thighs are wet, as hot fluid trickles down over the skin.
He teases me, tickling at my pussy lips, running his fingers through my slit and playing with my sweet spot. The fingers hover for a moment over my asshole but then pass by. Bending forward over me, erection pressing into my back, he whispers close by my ear, “Some of the men here tonight wanted to take you there. You would have had one, perhaps even two, in your mouth, and one in each entrance to the rear. But we didn’t allow that. James bought your virginity. I’m having your other virginity. But not now. Not tonight.”
My other virginity? I hadn’t even considered that, but the very thought sends a rush through me, and another flood of juices make their heated way to trickle down to my knees.
Michael has pulled back, and is busy flirting with my engorged and dripping sex. My mouth is full of my Master’s cock, and other thoughts fade away.
Michael’s mouth fastens around my pussy, his hot breath over my ass, and his tongue flicking into me. Whimpering, I squirm as he licks circles around my inner muscles, waves of pleasure pulsing up through my belly.
His fingers slip back the hood of my clit and work my aching nub, making my hips buck involuntarily. In my blindfolded darkness, everything I feel is more intense, more focused. I really, really, want some cock inside me.
“C’mon guys,” calls a voice. “She’s aching for it. Look at her. Someone give the girl a good fucking.”
“Not just someone. Everyone,” says another voice. “We all want our turn. And I’m not sure how much longer I can hang on.”
At that Michael pulls back from me, mouth sucking and pulling at my labia as he leaves. After a moment, his cock teases at my entrance and he speaks again, this time deliberately loud, so everyone can hear, “God! Charlotte, you’re sopping. I don’t think you need any easing in, do you? You’re as ready as you could be.” And with that, he plunges hard into me.
Deep inside me, he thrusts, stopping only as he meets my inner walls. It doesn’t hurt at all, so engorged and slippery am I. Heat surges through me, and, through the mouthful of my Master’s cock, I try to yell.
Michael thrusts, piston-like, into me for only perhaps a minute, then withdraws, slapping me on the rump as he does so. “I’m not finishing in you so early, Charlotte. And anyway, I want to see you drink my cum. Someone else can fuck you now.”
Almost immediately, hands fumble at me, pulling apart my butt cheeks, further exposing my throbbing vulva. “Now then Little Girl. Let’s see how you handle a really big one.” And a huge cock pushes its way inside me. The voice continues. “Lots of girls can’t take me. But I bet you can. That pussy of yours is just dripping.”
Through the gag of my Master, I gasp as the shaft entering me squeezes and pushes its way inside, stretching me wide, filling me completely. It feels amazing and I push my ass back onto the cock’s owner.
“Oh yes, very nice. My compliments little girl. A very fuckable cunt you’ve got there.”
He starts to pump me slowly, making squelching noises as he pulls in and out. “Yes, a nice tight fit, but comfortable for a man.” His fingers run over my butt-hole. “I suppose you know that your Masters wouldn’t let us play in the backyard? What a shame. I’ll have to settle for making you yell this way.” And with that he changes gear, pounding into me, his balls banging against my thighs as he pistons inside.
I want to scream, not in pain, but through sheer overstimulation. My experience of sex has been limited thus far to only Michael and my Master, but I know that this man is huge. Even his hands feel huge as he grips my thighs, huffing and puffing as he fucks me, plunging full depth into my overheated core.