CHAPTER 40: The Virgin’s Master, Part 3
… between gasps, I see my Master react as my clutching cunt clenches, and re-clenches around his cock.
He heaves and gasps, head tilting forward, eyes squeezed closed as he comes, pulsing his climax into my throbbing pussy.
Within seconds, Michael behind me also gasps and presses hard against me. His hands grip my breasts more and more tightly, fingers digging in. Gyrating his hips against me, he pumps me full of his hot cream.
Still panting, I realise I am dripping perspiration down onto my Master, and belatedly, try to wipe it from his face.
He laughs. “A bit late for that, Charlotte.” He has a point; his dark hair plastered to his skull by sweat.
Michael releases his death-grip from my breasts, pulls his deflating cock from inside me and flops down onto the bed, stretched out flat, staring at the ceiling. His chest is still heaving, as he flashes me a look and a smile, kisses his fingertips and then reaches up to press them to my lips.
My Master, still deep inside me, is gazing up at me, his expression a strange mix of pleasure, fondness and concern. His hand caresses my face. “I’m sorry, Charlotte.”
Michael’s head swings around as he stares at him, puzzlement writ large.
“We asked too much of you Charlotte, asking you to go among strangers. I have always wanted to test you, but not to push you beyond what you could handle.” Michael stares into space, then nods and looks away. My Master continues. “I’m sorry,” he repeats. “It won’t happen again.”
I wake, sunlight slanting across the bed and lie, staring up at the ceiling.
What was wrong with me last night?
I must be nuts. As if my Master would allow anything, or anyone, to hurt me.
I turn and startle as I find him, propped up on an elbow, watching me from above.
“Sleep well?” he asks.
“I did, yes, thank you Master... Master?”
“Mmm?”
“I’m sorry I was so silly last night.”
His eyes widen, his head tilting slightly. “Silly?”
“About going to the club, I mean... Could we go another night? Tonight, perhaps?”
He hesitates. “You’re sure of that, Charlotte? It’s what you want?”
“Yes, Master. I am.”
A slow, gradual smile illuminates his sombre face. He reaches to trace the outline of my lips with a finger. “Of course we can.”
He looks over me…” Michael…”
“I heard,” says Michael’s voice, still a little sleep befuddled. “You just ruined my plans Charlotte.”
“Really? How?”
“I’m going to have to save myself for this evening, or I’ll be no good to you. But I’ve woken up with a raging hard-on and I was just about to do something about it…”
Unsure of what to expect from a ‘Club’, I am reassured by the surroundings: a crowd of people humming around a bar, chatting, drinking, some dancing. Various doors off, lead to darkened rooms. A smell of chlorine, suggests a pool or jacuzzi somewhere close by, as do couples wandering around wearing only a towel.
“Want to look around, Charlotte? We can show you around if you like, or just have a wander if you prefer.”
“I’ll look around myself, Master.”
“Fine, Michael and I will be over here by the bar.”
The two start chatting with a group of people who they obviously know of old. Or to be precise, my Master talks, whilst Michael stands and listens. He seldom says much.
Drink in hand, I sip, as I amble aimlessly around the floor, peering down the dark corridors. Several strange guys, some quite attractive, are trying to catch my eye, but I look the other way and move on.
Some rooms are empty. In others, groups of people, some couples, some many more, in various stages of dress and nudity, are preoccupied with each other. A girl in stockings and no more, locked in an iron-barred cage, invites passers-by to stroke, or feel, or fumble.
A blond woman, her make-up rather over-made, and hair with that brassy look that suggests it comes from a bottle, intercepts me.
“Hello. Charlotte, is it? You’ve come with James and Michael then?”
There is something about the woman that I don’t care for, but I am the stranger here. Good manners seem politic. “Yes, that’s right.”
She says to me “Well it’s nice to meet the mystery girl at last.”
“Sorry? I don’t follow you?”
“You. The mystery girl.” She points at my chest with her glass, and I hope that she hasn’t drunk so much, that her cocktail ends up all over my lovely dress. “We’ve all been wondering what happened to those two.” She head-points my Master and Michael, who are standing at the bar, still chatting with another group.
“I’m really sorry, but I’ve no idea what you mean.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Your two guys there, James and Michael. We used to see them here at least a couple of times a week, especially Blondie there. Then, they just vanished from the scene.” She leans in, whispering conspiratorially. “Rumour had it that there was some girl had her hooks into them - no offence meant - I mean who wouldn’t want to with those two? But none of us could figure out who it could be. And now, up they pop again, with you in tow…”
I am beginning to feel uncomfortable with this one-sided conversation, and start to make my excuses, but she snags me by the arm, and I can find no polite way to disengage myself. I cast a glance sideways, to see that my Master is watching me.
I roll my eyeballs towards her, in a mute appeal to be rescued from this obnoxious woman. He makes some excuse to the group, starting to make his way over to me through the crowd.
“I mean...” she continues, “Go on, tell me, what’s your secret?”
“My secret?”
“Yeah. How did you nab them? Between them, they must have worked every sub who came through here, and every other club within twenty miles, and then, they just stopped. What did you do to them?”
My brain finally catches up with my ears. “I’m sorry, but do I understand you correctly? Are you telling me that they are being faithful to me?”
“You mean you don’t ...?”
She is interrupted by my Master’s arrival. “Good evening Marcie. How lovely to see you.” He leans forward to give her a polite kiss, but I notice that it is an air-kiss to either side of her face, and he does not actually touch her at all.
He offers me his arm. “Michael is missing you, Charlotte. Please excuse me, Marcie. Michael wants to introduce Charlotte to some of our friends.”
As we walk away, “Who is she, Master? A friend of yours?”
“Not exactly. I can’t stand her. She’s a gossip, and she doesn’t know when to stop talking.”
I suck in my cheeks and remain silent.
We spend a pleasant hour or so ‘circulating’, Michael and my Master introducing me to their circle of acquaintances, as I sip wine and try not to make a fool of myself.