CHAPTER 60: The Virgin’s Choices, Part 7
Another voice. “If she doesn’t get it up for you Kev, nothing’s gonna...”
The cock retreats, to be immediately replaced by another; very different, long, thick and hard. As it prods at my mouth, there is a familiar voice. I can almost hear the smile in it.
“Hello, Charlotte. I heard a rumour you would be here tonight. I wasn’t going to miss this chance.”
Without looking, I know it is Borje. We met before at one of my Master’s ‘parties’. In fact, he was one of my ‘Valentines’. A strikingly handsome man, he is some variety of Scandinavian, with silver-blond hair, piercing blue eyes and a deep tan. “Hi, Borje. Didn’t know you were here. Nice to see you again.”
“Oh, Charlotte,” he says. “I went out of my way to be here tonight when I heard you were coming. I’d love you to suck me off again, but can I fuck your pussy too?”
“Ummm...” I flap my manacled wrists in a ‘What’s that to do with me?’ kinda way. “You’d better ask my Master…”
Kris’ voice replies. “Quite right Charlotte. It is not for you to decide. However, it was not for you to speak either, so you must be punished for that.” A hand slaps over my already sore buttocks, making me wince. Then again in the same place.
“Borje, is it?” says Kris. “Obviously, you already know Charlotte. I think that you should administer her discipline.”
“Um… I don’t really…” Borje seems very unsure of this.
Kris presses the crop into his hand. “Borje. Charlotte has misbehaved. She was instructed not to speak. You will discipline her.”
“I’ve never used one of these things. I do like a nice pink ass though.” And he swipes his hand across my cheeks, then rubs into my pussy with what feels like his thumbs. “I know you can colour up better than that Charlotte.” And he smacks again, with more force, on the same spot. I yelp and wriggle, but my pussy is running hot, and it wants more, even if I am beginning to think that I have had enough.
Kris speaks. “Borje. Use the crop.”
“I’ve never used one of these things. I don’t want to really hurt her.”
“So, you can learn.” Kris is determined.
Borje swipes at me with the crop, gently. It almost tickles past my ass, slipping over sweat-moistened skin and sending a frisson up my spine.
“No. Harder.”
The crop comes down again on me. This time, it stings, and my pussy pulses.
“Borje. Charlotte must be disciplined...”
Thwack!
The crop comes down for a third time in Borje’s semi-willing hand, and this time, it has his strength behind it. Harder than anything inflicted on me before, this time I really scream...
“Yellow! Yellow!”
“Again,” says Kris. “But there...”
They are behind me, but I know where he is pointing...
And, were it not for being bound to the padded block, I would collapse as Borje whips me, full throttle, over pussy and clit.
I shriek, “Red! Red!” But even as I cry out, both my Master and Michael are there.
My Master simply unbuckles the cuffs from my wrists, scoops me up, and carries me onto the bed, writhing in his arms, as my pulverised clit screeches out its protest.
Borje simply stands, holding the crop, looking upset.
Perversely, my pussy is flooding and clenching. My Master head-points Borje at me. “Well, finish the job you started. She’ll pop in about half a minute when she’s in that state.”
Relief washes over Borje’s face, but he drops down onto the bed next to me. “Charlotte. I’m sorry...”
I am gasping. “Don’t be sorry. Just finish me off Borje. I need to come...”
Oh fuck, but I need it...
My pussy is in convulsions, and as Borje penetrates me, it clutches at him, drawing him in, deep. His hard cock stretches me wide, opening me and forcing my inner muscles to give.
He moves within me, thrusting gently at first.
“Harder,” I gasp.
He finally gets it and, grabbing my wrists, pinning them over my head, slams into me.
Oh, God! The relief...
Almost immediately, my orgasm spirals up, my tension mounting and my hips juddering. The coming climax threatens violence as it rises, and I press my face into his shoulder as this beautiful, silver man fucks me hard.
It shatters through me, my cunt clutching and squeezing at Borje, as my stomach and thigh muscles convulse. My face buried against Borje’s body, my screaming becomes a wailing ululation as pleasure/pain/orgasm rack my body. Vaguely, I realise that Borje is also coming, and I spare him half a thought to hope that his climax is as good as mine.
As it passes, my hammering heartbeat slowing to something approaching normal, I open my eyes to find Borje looking down at me, his expression, disbelieving. Behind him, looking down, I see Michael and my Master, with Kris, and the eyes of the crowd, looking on.
“You really do get off on this stuff you?” he says, shaking his head. “Didn’t that hurt? When I did that to you?”
“Borje, I thought I was going to die. But sorry, you’re right. I do get off on it. That was fabulous. Thank you.” And I reach up to kiss him. “I hope I didn’t frighten you?”
Behind him, My Master and Michael crease up into laughter, while Borje splutters, “Frighten me? I thought for a minute that I was going to be done for assault, and look at you...”
He shakes his head, climbing off me. “Fuck Charlotte! I’ll bang you any time you like, but I won’t be doing that again.”
My Master passes me my dress and panties. “Get dressed, Charlotte. Time to go, I think.”
“What about you and Michael? You haven’t…”
“We have weeks ahead of us to play games with you. I think you’ve had enough excitement for one night, don’t you?”
“So, are you packed, Charlotte? I’m aiming for an early start tomorrow.”
“Yes, Master. Everything’s ready. I’ll just have to drop in my toothbrush at the last minute.”
Michael is humming to himself, packing shorts and neatly folded tee-shirts into a case. “Oh, you might want this,” he says, holding something out to me. “I thought you’d be a bit sore.”
I accept the softly padded cushion from him, kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you. I can always trust you to think of everything.”
He beams, then returns to his packing.
“That’s it then? Summer, here we come.”