CHAPTER 21: The Virgin Unleashed, Part 6

My Master strokes his erection, twitching hard against his flat abdomen, his gaze alternating between Michael’s head between my legs and his rump above my face. Then he catches sight of me watching him in the mirrors, my eyes slanted sideways, face pinned by the thick shaft in my mouth. He watches me, studying my expression, enjoying my reaction to Michael’s working of my warming sex. My enjoyment of the cock I am sucking.

Michael’s breath is hot now over my pussy lips, as he descends lower. Curling down into me, his lips fasten around my bud, swollen, hot, sensitive. He mouths at it, sending pulsating pleasure rippling through me, my lips engorging, my pussy blooming and flowing.

My whole body is flushing. The skin of my breasts and belly blushes red, my face running with perspiration as the fires within burn.

Michael laps at me, sucking at my pussy lips, stretching them between his teeth, nibbling at my folds. My cunt surges, pulsing and bubbling hot juices which trickle away until he licks them from my glistening skin.

His hips, hovering over my face, are beginning to tremble, almost to vibrate, above me. Now, rather than let me work him with my mouth, he slides up and down, in and out in a slow face fuck which, I can tell, is taking him trouble to control. His balls swing against my eyes, scented delicately of arousal, sweat and masculine fragrance.

His thick shaft is growing ever more distended as I work it with my mouth and tongue. My jaws wide and beginning to ache, a steady trickle of pre-cum lines my mouth with its delectable briny-sweet taste.

The heat of breath disappears from my pussy. In the mirror, I see Michael’s head raised as he gasps and pants, quivering on the edge of climax. My Master watches him, working his own erection ever harder.

My lips sealed around his shaft, I feel Michael’s climax arising. The tension builds and the pulsing at the root of his cock spreads to taut thigh muscles. His balls tighten and crinkle, writhing in their own way, as I watch, fascinated.

With a groan he cums, and my mouth fills with hot cream, spurting to the rhythm of his pulsating root and flooding me. I try to take it, swallowing hard and this time, I accommodate him. As his cock presses into my gag spot, abruptly my throat relaxes, and he gushes directly and deeply in, loins grinding against my face and shoulders, trembling and bucking as orgasm takes him.

With a last gasp, he slides free of me. As he does so, my Master steps forward, pulling me forward to sit upright, helping me to breathe as I splutter and gasp.

“You okay, Charlotte?” he asks.

I do not quite have my breath back but, “Yes, I’m fine. Didn’t think I could do that. It’s okay. I just had to, not breathe, for a few seconds.”

Michael has recovered himself and looks sheepish. “Thank you, Charlotte. I’m sorry. I truly didn’t mean to go so deep in.”

“It’s fine really. And you’re welcome.”

“Get your breath back.” My Master sits next to me, stroking my back, his own cock trembling, the fluid droplet at the end, quivering to a pulse beat. My wind recovered, I lean to drink in the milky bead, mixing it in my mouth with the taste of Michael. Sliding my tongue over the silken skin of the cock-head, I savour the taste of my Master.

For a few moments, he allows it, then pushing me down again onto my back, he straddles me, on all fours, cock over my face, poised.

Michael parts my thighs once more, this time kneeling on the floor, leaning into me over the bed, face into my liquid pussy.

Again, in the mirrors, peripherally, I can see them, each fucking me in different ways; the three of us together, with a thousand candlelit reflections. Although my Master is waiting for me to serve him, I take a moment to enjoy the sight; myself, laid and spread, Michael parting my folds with his tongue, and my Master, with his thick cock aquiver over my face.

A nudge at my mouth reminds me of my duties, and I turn back to lick-fuck the shaft probing at me.

As I manoeuvre back into position, the seeping slit draws a thin line of pre-cum over my face, fragrant and erotic. Greedily licking at the remainder, I open my mouth wide, ready to lap and suck and mouth.

“Just hold your mouth tight for me,” says my Master. “You don’t have to do anything. Just take me in as far as you can.”

I draw my lips tight around, concentration made difficult by Michael’s working of my bud and pussy. Finger fucking my cunt, and the other hand holding back the hood of my clit, his tongue is revolving the hard nub, encircling it with a growing tension, a tidal heat that flows in waves outwards through my sex, along my belly and thighs. Involuntarily, my hips move with the pulsating rhythm. Knees up and feet flat down on the bed, it is easy for me to support myself, arching, to ease into Michael, to try to take him in.

My Master guides himself gradually between my poised lips, sliding in, little by little, not too deeply at first. Then out again. In and out.

I hold him tightly as he exits; slacken a little as he enters. He seeps pre-cum, a trickle over my lips, helping with lubrication. It is difficult to moisten his way with my mouth so full, and my tongue pinned to the base of my jaw.

Michael’s work on my clit, his fingers grinding at my G-spot is bringing me rapidly to climax. I need to pant, to gasp. Groaning and quivering, I try to keep up my performance on my Master, but concentration is growing more difficult.

I think my Master knows this as he does not attempt to penetrate my mouth deeply, leaving my throat free, and allowing me to breathe freely. Instead, he hovers between my lips, allowing me to suckle his cock, to enjoy the now streaming, creamy flow.

My orgasm arises and blossoms. In waves of heat and electric, it pulsates through me. I cry out, a triumphant wail, an exultant howl of glory. My hips bucking, Michael plants his tongue inside my throbbing cunt, drinking my gushing pussy. On and on it goes. My body must know that our time together is almost gone because my orgasm stretches and lasts seemingly forever.