CHAPTER 49: The Virgin’s Fantasies, Part 2
“You will have me inside you,” says Michael. “But you’re going to come first.”
It won’t take long. After a few weeks, away from my two lovers, and free to relax, my body is poised, more than ready for them both, and my heart is racing. Sheened with perspiration, my naked skin is flushing, and the heat of arousal blushes over my face and breasts.
My Master is groaning, and his rock hard, erection pulses in my mouth. I wonder which of us is going to come first, as the growing tension of the build to climax is making my hips shudder, Michael continuing his gentle torment of my clit.
As the dam starts to burst, Michael abruptly pulls me upright, displaying me to my Master. Gripping me by my long, red hair, fingers twisted in tight, he tensions my body, his other hand madly working my clit. I have just time to register my Master opening his eyes before orgasm shatters through me, my head flings back, and I sing my release. It pulses through me, my clenching pussy sending ripples through my taut belly and thighs. Shuddering and shaking, I would fall but for Michael supporting me, holding me upright for my Master to watch me as I come.
As my climax subsides, Michael says, close by my ear, “Open your mouth, Charlotte.” And he pushes me back down, onto my Master’s long, hard cock.
Almost immediately, my mouth floods with hot cream, spurting over my lips and teeth, splashing to the back of my throat. I cough and Michael releases me, allowing me control again. Regaining myself, I lap, and suck, and swallow, swiping the rim of my Master’s cockhead with my tongue, extending the moment for him, for as long as I can.
Now he is gripping my hair, pinning me by the mouth to his cock, as he pumps into me. Finally, with a grunt, he pulls me free again, and, a shudder of pleasure running through him, says “Thank you Charlotte. I was ready for that.”
I turn to my Golden Lover behind me. “What about you Michael?”
“I’d like you on the bed, Charlotte. In the mirrored room. Is that alright?”
He stands and offers me a hand, helping me upright, then leads me into the room.
I lie on my back, looking up at him as Michael strips off, my knees slightly akimbo in invitation. Holding me by the eyes as he undresses, he is visibly ready for me, his erection quivering upright, a droplet gleaming at the tip. He has been holding himself back whilst he pleasured me. With his beautiful blond hair and blue eyes, wide-shouldered build and muscular frame, he looks simply amazing.
Rolling atop me, he seems in no hurry for anything. I am already slick and slippery, and he glides easily inside me, with the pleasant stretch I always get from his lovely, thick cock.
He doesn’t really thrust. Instead, he almost wallows inside me, twisting and turning his hips, exploring me within. It feels gorgeous, a sort of sexual never-never land, with no urgency, just the pleasure of being together, when we have not seen each other for a few weeks.
He supports himself above me, suckling on my breasts then moves up to kiss me, tenderly, softly, on the lips.
Michael comes with a sigh and a shudder, quietly, and when he is done, simply remains where he is, deeply inside me, breathing slowly, his head resting in the crook of my neck.
After some while, I realise he has fallen asleep, still buried within me.
So much for not being tired…
Pinned under my sleeping lover, caged by his body, I struggle a little to break free, but finally, slide out from under him. I roll him to one side, where he lies, sleeping peacefully. I want to go to my Master, to check that he is alright. It worries me to see him so tired, when he is normally so active, so vigorous.
I turn and start, as I find him there next to me, sitting in the armchair to the side of the bed, regarding me with a slight smile.
“Hello, Master. Are you feeling better now?”
“I am, yes. Thank you, Charlotte. That was just what I needed. In fact, I think, what we all needed.”
I have to agree with him. Several weeks of celibacy, whilst separated from the two men in my life, has made me realise the extent to which I want them.
Need them?
“Do you want to get into bed Master? Sleep? We can talk in the morning if you like.”
“No, I’m fine now. Would you like to join me for a bath? We can talk in there and let Michael catch up on his sleep.”
The bath is large and generous, with plenty of room for two. Warm water, bubbles, a glass of wine, have revived my Master wonderfully. He leans back against me, lying between my legs, chatting, and quite his usual self again.
I cradle him in my arms, my legs wrapped around his body, his head lying back against my chest.
Perhaps I overdid the foam...
We both keep having to blow froth from our faces. It is wet and squishy fun, and it is so good to be back here, after all my weeks of hard work.
“So, what are your plans for the Summer, Charlotte? How long do we have the pleasure of your company?”
“No particular plans, Master. To be honest, I didn’t really think beyond getting back here... but…”
“But?” he turns his head back towards me at the hesitation in my voice... “But???” he repeats.
“Well, I can see that you and Michael are really busy. You must both be working so hard. I’ve never seen either of you like this before... I was hoping I could stay with you for a few days, but would I be in the way?”
“Good lord, no!”