CHAPTER 53: The Virgin’s Fantasies, Part 6
“I’ll be happy to see you alright for more money,” says Daniel. “Any time you want.”
I cannot speak. My insides are being stretched and pounded in amazing ways as Daniel continues to piston into me.
“Last time we met,” he says, “You sucked me off. You want to do that again?”
Speechless with lust and pain and pleasure, I simply nod.
“Can I come in your mouth?”
Nod again. At his words, my pussy convulses, hot and wet.
“If I cream over your tongue, will you swallow? Or should I just spray your tits and face like I did last time?”
I nod again, my pussy spurting scalding juices over my thighs.
My Master’s silky tones. “Charlotte…”
“Yes, Daniel. I’ll swallow your cum.”
“Good!” And with a sucking sound, he pulls free of me, walking around the table. “Michael, could you support Charlotte, please. I think James would like to be at this end.”
With Michael supporting my head, and my Master now nestled between my thighs, laving my over-stretched cunt with his tongue, Daniel feeds me his cock.
As before, I stretch my jaws wide, and wider. “I’ll pull out at the last minute…” says Daniel, “…to give you chance to swallow. I’d like to watch you do that, and I know you can’t with your mouth full.”
I can’t nod. I just make a muffled “Mmmff.” noise.
Michael bends close to my ear for a moment, whispering “If it’s too much, bang the tabletop with your hand. Got that?”
“Mmmff.”
In truth, my concentration is not good. My Master is softly torturing my clitoris with his lips and teeth, sending it into periodic spasms. I wonder if he intends for me to come before, or after, Daniel creams into my mouth.
I learn his intentions as coolth bathes my pussy of a sudden, my Master breaking away. My aching core jerks in protest, but he continues his work with a finger, stroking my bud, keeping my hips-a-quiver as Daniel builds to his climax. He keeps me on the boil but has positioned himself to watch.
I feel the spasm first, the pulse of pressure, as Danial pulls his cockhead almost free of me, simply pressing the head against my lips so that his cum spurts into my mouth. He is a gentleman, controlling his urge to press in. Nonetheless, I gasp and splutter, but again, my Master’s silken voice.
“Manners, Charlotte.”
I look up. He is watching me, eyes fixed on my face, head slightly tilted and his eyes crinkled in that non-smiling smile of his.
With a gulp, I swallow the briny-sweet cream filling my mouth, Michael supporting my head. Although his hands are holding me, at the back of my skull, I feel his erection pressing against me.
Daniel, with a grunt, steps back, breathing deeply. For a moment, he flops over, bending double, and supporting himself with hands on knees, as his breathing returns to normal.
My Master returns his attention to my pussy, now clearly serious about my climax. As his tongue probes me, I look up for a moment to meet Michael’s beautiful blue eyes. “What about you Michael?”
“I told you, Charlotte. I want to watch you come. I’m happy to wait.”
He’s not going to have to wait long. My Master is working both my clit and pussy with the adept skill of the maestro he is.
It is almost unbearably exquisite. I pant through almost clenched teeth, groaning and gasping, lips parted, flushed and perspiring, as my whole body trembles and quivers.
Electric shocks, like shooting stars, pierce me from cunt to belly, from clit to thighs, as my Masters whirls his tongue over and around my clit, sweeping through my swollen folds, my pussy lips, and penetrating deep within. Hot juices well up, soaking my thighs and curls, and my Master licks them away. Panting hard, hot, ecstatic, I climb to climax.
With a scream, I cum, my spine arching, and hips bucking as pleasure throbs through me, in waves that ripple and flow through my body.
Head flung back hard against Michael’s support, my arms thrashing at nothing, at some level, I know he is watching me, but orgasm is such a deeply internal moment. It is hard to reach out to another when the rhapsody of the flesh takes hold.
My Master taught me this, the first night we met, but again and again, he gives me this moment, where the joy of the flesh meets the rapture of the spirit.
As the moment ebbs, my Master stands away from me. Gasping and panting, it takes me a moment to realise that both he and Michael are standing, simply looking at me.
Alright, Charlotte?” smiles Michael.
Speechlessly, I nod, waving my hands, trying to convey that I know that neither Michael nor my Master has come.
Now, both men press their cocks to my mouth. I try as hard as I can to work the two of them with my lips and tongue, lapping and licking at two cockheads simultaneously. I cannot take both, but as Michael probes my mouth a little deeper, my Master trails a line of pre-cum over my lips, stroking his shaft as he does so.
Michael comes first, flooding my mouth with my second load of the evening. It washes over my tongue, and I try to swallow and to finish him with my lips when my Master climaxes too. My mouth is already plugged, and he cums over my face and breasts, groaning as he spurts over me.
Dripping and spluttering like a stranded fish, I try to wipe sticky fluids from my face. Daniel presses a napkin into my hand. I sit up, trying, futilely, to wipe myself clean.
My Master leans over, kissing me on the lips. “You look amazing. Charlotte,” he murmurs. Then, straightening up, “Happy Daniel?”
“Abso-fuckin-lutely,” says the handsome black man. “Your Master takes good care of you Charlotte. You’re very lucky. But so’s he. If you ever get bored, come and find me. I’ll look after you too.”
My Master freezes. Michael looks outraged.
Daniel knows he has overstepped the mark. He changes the subject. “Take a look at your bank account tomorrow Charlotte. You’ll find a contribution to your next year’s college fees.”
After my Master shows him out, the three of us settle in the lounge by the fire, but I am uncomfortable.
“Um. I think I’ll take a bath.”
Michael looks me up and down. “Good idea, I think,” he laughs. He kisses me on the mouth. “You are so beautiful when you come.”