The mouth, kissing hard, pushes at me, tongue pushing inwards. I meet it. Opening to welcome this stranger. Blindfolded I might be, but he smells clean, wholesome, fuckable."Touch me," I say. "I get it. You can´t speak. But I can. Touch me. Suck my tits. I want to be fucked."There is a sharp intake of breath, and I feel, lower down, the growing hardness of an erection pressing against me. The fingers are unbuttoning my top, releasing my breasts. In my mind, I imagine myself, in my little black wrap-around skirt - so easy to remove – bare-breasted, with the red silk blindfold, straddle-legged in the cuffs and arms stretched upwards, bound at the wrists.My pussy is flowing. I must look red hot to them. Who is going to fuck me? How many are going to fuck me?The halter-neck top falls free, and I am naked from the waist upwards. Lips fasten onto a breast, softly sucking, rolling a nipple between teeth and lips. A hand kneads at the other breast. Pleasure pulses through my veins
Blindfolded and bent forward at the waist over some padded object, a cock presses to my lips. Despite my blindness, I know it is my Master from his delicious musky scent. Speaking down to me, his voice is low. I do not think that the other men in the room will hear him."Are you alright, Charlotte? You can handle this?""Yes, Master. I a´m alright." And I reach forward, as best I can from my awkward position, to take his cock in my mouth. It trembles and twitches against my lips, as I lick away the briny droplet of pre-cum I can taste on the tip.A body is behind me, fingers toying with my pussy lips, winding into my wet curls and rippling through my folds. My Master´s voice again. "That´s Michael behind you right now. But it´s going to be all of them. You´re okay with that?"I pull away from sucking my Master´s delicious erection. "Yes, Master. I´m fine with that. I...I...want..."Lost as to how to express my state of sheer molten arousal, my words trail away. In the last ho
One man takes my left leg, another my right. Lifting me at the ankles, my legs are raised, bent at the knees and spread, my pussy fully exposed, stretched open. My legs supported, I can move. Arching my back, lifting my hips, I present myself for fucking.The man between my legs, stands back, peering into me. "Gorgeous," he says, and pokes a finger inside me, twiddling it around in circles, pressing his thumb against my clit.I squeal and wriggle and he grins. "Oh, you´re good for plenty more aren´t you? Tell you what. I don´t think you´ve cum yet, have you? Let´s sort that out before I have my own." He shoves a couple of fingers inside me, probing at my wet cunt, thumb pressing against my clit, rubbing it back and forth. Sharp darts of arousal spear up through my belly, and I absolutely cannot control myself. Jerking and bucking, I yell and scream and laugh.The man pulls out again, then glances both ways. "Hold her lads. Stretch her open wide. Let´s all get a good view. Have
A long soak in a hot bath, and a meal later, I am feeling much better and wondering if my Master and Michael will expect anything more of me tonight. I hope not. Walking bow-legged is hard work.But I needn´t have worried. My Master brings me a hot chocolate and packs me off to bed. "Sleep Charlotte. You´ll be better for it tomorrow and we´ll all enjoy ourselves then."And I do sleep, very well.-----The following day, we again have a ´day off´. My Master and Michael take me to the beach, where we eat ice cream, frolic in the waves together before swimming well out to sea, and later baste ourselves on the sands under hot sun. Michael forgets to reapply his tanning lotion after swimming and his face turns quite red against his blond hair.Lunch is seafood paella with wine, a dry rosé, pink as the prawns in the food and smelling of fresh flowers and summer days.Later, back in my Master´s apartment, on the bed in the mirrored room, my Master lies to one side of me, stroking
Finally, he comes around to my problems and hastily pulls out of me. Spluttering and choking, eyes streaming, I swallow what I can, and cough out the rest."Are you alright Charlotte? I´m sorry, I wasn´t thinking.""I´m fine. I´m fine," I reassure him. "It´s okay. Don´t worry."He sits beside me on the bed while I clear my airways again, stroking my head and curling my hair around his fingers. When I am breathing normally again, Michael sits on the other side of me, laying a companionable arm around my shoulder."Thanks for that Charlotte. It felt great.""You´re welcome.""Feel up to the rest of it now?""The rest of it? You´ve only just..."He laughs. "Well, I just shot my brains out inside you. James here did pretty much the same to your brains, but you haven´t had your turn yet. We can´t have the lady being the only one not to get the ´Big O´"."Ah..." I feel suddenly exhausted again. "Errr...would you mind if I take five minutes?"My Master slaps my thigh. "Cou
"So, Charlotte. It is our final day together tomorrow."Stretched out on my back, my Master is lying beside me, stroking my stomach and left breast, as we keep company together on the bed in his beautiful mirrored room. Candles glimmer and their multiple reflections cast a gloried shimmering light.Michael, on the other side of me, is suckling at my right breast, a free hand stroking at my thigh.We are not exactly in lustful mood, more sensual: occupying a kind of sexual hinterland resulting from several days of roller-coaster, carnal adventure after I auctioned myself and my virginity to my Master. I am not a Virgin anymore."Yes, Master. Our final day.""I hope you have enjoyed our time together? No regrets?""No Master. It´s been wonderful. You - and Michael - have opened my eyes; changed my view of the world."Michael chuckles through his mouthful of my right nipple. My Master smiles. "I can imagine. To have been through your miserable non-marriage... I know it wa
Sliding my eyes sideways, in the mirrors I see him, caging me beneath his body in the be-candled light, face hidden behind my thighs, but wisps of his golden hair spilling over.His free hand slips between my labia, splaying them for his attention, exposing my aching bud and making my pussy gape. In the mirror, I see his head lower, then move and undulate, as he licks and chews at my mound. Moaning uselessly through the cock gagging my mouth, I squirm and writhe, but fastened as I am under Michael, there is nowhere to move.Beyond Michael in the mirror, my Master´s lean frame stands over us. He strokes his erection, twitching hard against his flat abdomen, his gaze alternating between Michael´s head between my legs and his rump above my face. Then he catches sight of me watching him in the mirrors, my eyes slanted sideways, face pinned by the thick shaft in my mouth. He watches me, studying my expression, enjoying my reaction to Michael´s working of my warming sex. My enjoyment
As the glitter fades, I have a final moment as my Master cums and spurts. His cream jets, hot over my lips and tongue, and as my mouth fills my pussy leaps again. I convulse, a paroxysm of pleasure once more rippling through me.The cock in my mouth juddering and dripping, my pounding cunt clenching and pulsating, I scream. My hands flail, snatching at whatever is in reach: my Master´s thighs. My pelvis bucks and jerks and I find myself whooping and laughing. It is so good, I don´t know what else to do.I am still laughing as my Master pulls away from me and joins Michael, now sitting by me, watching my performance with a sparkling smile."I trust all was in order my Lady?" he asks. Michael is not generally talkative, so I feel that I have made an impression.I lie back, limp, exhausted but grinning like an idiot. "You could say that." My Master looks amused. "You´re going to wear us both out Charlotte. Perhaps we should eat?"We order food. Steak. Salad. Delicious little