CHAPTER 55: The Virgin’s Choices, Part 2

“You know what I like best about your lovely, pale skin, Charlotte?”

A rhetorical question? Nonetheless, “No Master. What is it you like?” Then I yelp loudly, as his palm swipes across my butt, in a hard slap.

“You colour up so beautifully when I do this.” And he slaps again, now hard enough to make me gasp.

“Say, ‘Thank you, Master’.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He slaps again. “I daresay it comes with your being a red-head. I imagine you don’t sunbathe much?”

Slap!

“Aaahhhh… No, Master. I never sunbathe. It burns me. Other people get a lovely tanned glow. I turn red and purple.”

“Sensible girl. Very dangerous for someone as pale as you.”

Slap!

He rubs my buttocks with both hands, taking the sting out of my skin. “Yes, you’re pinking up nicely. I’m going to give this ass of yours a good glow, but it won’t be from sun-tan.” Then he slaps again, with more force.

I holler out, partly because it really does sting, but mainly because I know my Master needs the release. And my pussy is warming again.

“Enjoying this, Charlotte?” He doesn’t wait for a reply but probes me with a couple of fingers. “Mmmm... Yes, wet, but not wet enough. Harder, I think.”

The spank of his hand this time, across my naked butt, leaves me gasping for breath, but my pussy spurts, sending a trickle of hot juices running down the back of my legs.

“That’s better, Charlotte. More like that, I think.”

He is deliberately setting me up, leaving me expectant of each slap. And of course, it only winds me up further.

Michael is here. I didn’t hear him come in. The sound of the lock must have been covered by my yelps.

“Michael. Charlotte wants to play. Top or tail?”

Michael stands, arms folded, legs akimbo, looking down at me, while I yell out the next spank.

“Tail, I think,” he says. “I’m not putting my cock in her mouth while you’re doing that to her. Way too dangerous.”

“My dear fellow,” purrs my Master. “Get yourself up her pussy instead. She’s dripping.”

Michael squats down close and kisses me, twisting his neck to meet with my up-side-down face. “Nice start to the holiday, Charlotte,” he smiles. Then he stands, shrugging off his pants and shirt. Close to me, I scent him, warm and musky, his cock swelling as I watch. He pushes himself at me, shaft and balls rubbing at my face. “Want to get me up?”

He glances at my Master. “Hold off a minute eh? Don’t want any sudden reactions at this end…”

So far as I can, I reach for Michael’s stiffening shaft, trying to catch him with my lips, and wondering if my Master’s hand is going to come down again on my glowing buttocks while I do so. But my sore ass is left in peace, while I suckle on Michael’s rapidly hardening cock. Instead, my clit is fingered gently, a thumb pressing into my pussy, just enough to make me shudder and lose my concentration.

“Perhaps I will face-fuck you,” says Michael.

I can’t reply, because he is sliding his now erect cock, into my mouth, one hand wrapped into my hair to position me. “Open wide,” he says.

As he pushes in, to my rear something is buzzing. A cold splash, and then a vibe presses into my back passage. It is not large, but it is buzzing madly, sending a wild vibration through my spine and core, leaving my pussy fluttering and palpitating. It doesn’t move, simply nestling there in my ass, resonating through my inner walls, and sending my clit a-pulsing.

As Michael feeds me his cock from the front, my Master penetrates me from behind, slowly spearing me. His body pressed hard over mine, he cups my breasts above their corseted setting, twiddling with the nipples and sending electric tingles to my core. His weight presses the vibe hard into me, which sings its rippling song, through to my filled pussy and bud.

It is an irresistible combination. The vibration billowing through my inner muscles and clit, the stretch of my passage by my Master’s fat cock, and the steady circling of my bud by his fingers; my orgasm begins to rise almost immediately.

Flushed and sweating, I want to pant, but cannot. Michael is flowing, a steady stream of pre-cum trickling into my mouth, and considerate as always, he repeatedly withdraws to let me breathe and swallow, caressing my hair and face as he works to his own climax.

A surge of tension; a suspenseful moment, as my pussy tightens and flexes; then, undulating waves of pressure and pleasure and heat, that pulse through cunt and belly and thighs, in a rush that spirals upwards and outwards, leaving me bucking and writhing under my Master’s body, trying to cry out. Michael pulls away from me, giving me the freedom to bawl out my orgasm.

The pulsing of my pussy, I think, sends my Master into climax. He growls, pressing in hard against me, shuddering as he cums.

As I relax, Michael ploughs back into my mouth with an urgency that tells me...

…and he grunts and spurts, his thick cream briny and hot, as it spills over my tongue and teeth. I suck gently, extending the moment for him as long as I can, before, with a gasp, he pulls himself out of me.

“Enough, Charlotte! A body can only stand so much.” But his voice is gentle, and still, he strokes my face, lacing his fingers into my hair.

Still with my Master deep inside me, I say, “Thank you. That was wonderful.”

“And so it should be, Charlotte.” My Master’s silken voice is warm. “It is not every woman who is simultaneously fucked by the two men who love her most in the world.”

What do I say?

So, I say nothing, simply reaching with one hand to stroke Michael’s thigh. And with the other, reach back to touch my Master.

The moment is a long one...