CHAPTER 81: The Virgin’s Summer, Part 21
The following day, I drop my Master back at the offices, collect my purchases, and pick him up again an hour or so later.
He is triumphant.
“I’ve got it, Charlotte! I’ve got it. We’re going to celebrate!”
“Shall we go back to the house Master? Then Michael can celebrate too?”
He kisses me, full on the mouth, squeezing me in his enthusiasm. “Abso-fuckin-lutely! Let’s get back.”
Michael makes a show of being as pleased for my Master as I am. We crack open a bottle of champagne. My Master talks for ages about his plans for his new position, and Michael and I let him just speak. He is enjoying himself so much. I want him to have his moment.
But I am conscious that, however happily I have made up with my Lovers, they have not truly made up with each other.
Things are still strained between them, and they are both treating me like a porcelain doll; as though I might crack if they touch me at all ungently.
I do not want to be a porcelain doll...
I set my plans. The two are chatting, politely, but a little coolly still. I leave them with it. “Just going for a bath. I’m having a bit of a soak. Back in a while.”
I have my bath, but it is a quick one. Drying my hair to a cloud of red that billows and cascades around me, I make up, elaborately. My lips are deep red, eyes very dark.
And I dress in the clothes I have chosen for the occasion.
Stepping into the lounge, I pause, leaning up, posing, one arm upstretched against the wall, standing very straight, head high, waiting to be noticed.
My Master glances my way, then does a double-take. Michael follows his glance and stares.
I am not, in any case, short, but in four-inch heels, I am very tall, emphasising the length of my black stocking beclad legs. The corset I am wearing has been chosen carefully: black leather, cinched in tight at the waist, lifting and presenting my breasts. My already good figure is an hourglass. At my neck, I wear a heavy collar of black gems, that glint and shimmer as I move.
I know that I look spectacular.
And, I do not look remotely virginal...
“Let’s get a few things straight,” I say to my startled Lovers. “This has gone on long enough. I’m fine. But you two are going to drop your differences and go back to being the friends you really are. Between you, you have ensured over the last year or so that I am thoroughly non-virginal, and I don’t wish to be treated like a fragile doll by you now. I do expect to fuck, and be fucked, hard, by both the men in my life.”
They remain silent, still staring, although both are beginning to bulge in their pants.
“So,” I continue, “what are you both going to do about it?”
Michael acts first. Striding over, he stands in front of me. In my heels, I am only just shorter than he is, and I can almost look him in the eye.
He is such a beautiful man, his blond hair, now streaked almost to white by the sun, and his eyes, an intense blue, set against his deep beach tan.
His hand curves around the back of my head. Twisting his fingers into my hair, he pulls my face towards him, forcing me into an open-mouthed kiss. The kiss is hard and long, and, as he presses himself against me, his erection is hard against my thigh.
Then he breaks away, turning me, propelling me across the room. Hands on my shoulders, he pushes me down. “On your knees, Charlotte, for your Master.”
Michael’s fingers still gripping my hair, my Master, with that invisible smile of his, which I had almost forgotten, crinkling at the corners of his dark eyes, strokes my upcurved breasts. Then he prises them free of the corset, to play with the nipples.
Already my pussy is warming. He pinches at my nipples, sending pangs skipping down inside me, to electrify my heating core.
“Suck me off, Charlotte. Then, I want to see you do the same for Michael. We’ll take it from there, shall we?”
His eyes glance upwards for a moment. I recognise that look when he and Michael are agreeing together how to fuck me.
I’ve not seen that look for too long, but now it has returned, and I smile.
“Yes, Master.”
He is bulging. Edging forward between his legs, I unbelt and unzip him, struggling a little to release his already hard cock from his clothes. Michael releases his grip on my hair, and behind me, I hear the sounds of undressing.
As I drop to wipe my tongue across the droplet seeping from my Master’s cock-head, fingers probe behind me, dipping into my pussy, testing me.
Michael’s voice, “She’s dripping. Our Charlotte’s back again.”
Then his hand pushes the back of my head, pressing me down over my Master’s pulsing shaft. “Go on. We both expect to see more than that in there. Get your mouth around him properly.” I gape, as pushed inexorably downwards, the thick shaft penetrating my mouth, I take as much as I can.
“Thank you, Michael. I believe I can handle matters at this end. You make sure that that end is kept busy.”
Michael rams into me from behind, making me ‘Mmmfff!!!’ through my mouthful of cock. He pumps hard, my pussy streaming as he pistons into me. A hand snakes around me, reaching in below, to tweak and flutter at my engorging clit.
“God, Charlotte, you look hot,” says Michael. “Love the outfit.”
“Mmm, Michael. Lift her up for me, let me get a better look.”
Still ramrodding me, Michael grips me by the hair again, kneeling me upright against himself, arching me backwards, to display me to my Master.
As I am pulled free of my Master’s gleaming cock, for a few moments, he simply sits, watching Michael fuck me from behind, gently stroking his own erection, then “Play with yourself, Charlotte.”
I reach for my breasts, to finger my nipples, but, “No, there.” He eye-points down. Open yourself. Play with your clit.”
It isn’t easy. My position is awkward, and every couple of seconds, Michael’s cock is plunging deep inside, spearing me, knocking me off balance, but he wraps an arm around my waist, supporting me against his movements. “Do as your Master tells you Charlotte. He wants to watch you finger yourself.”
My pussy floods at his words, scalding juices trickling down inside my thighs. My fingers slip through my wet, red curls, one hand parting my lips, opening myself so far as I can, the other working circles around my stiff bud.
Trembling, as I play and finger my nub, my Master’s cock quivers and pulses, his heartbeat visible.