He is a businessman, working abroad quite a lot and travelling between t´he States´ and Europe. Married previously, but now divorced and, after the failure of his marriage, no longer wishing to be ´tied´. However, he does enjoy a life of sexual adventure - which is, of course, where I come in."Have there been others? Before me I mean? Have you done this before?"He scratches his nose. "I suppose that´s a natural question. No, I haven´t done this before: literally buying a woman." He leans forward, taking my hand. "You are unique in that way Charlotte, and in other ways too I think.""I´m not sure what you mean?""Very few women, especially a young woman like you, would have had the sheer nerve to do what you have done. I admire you for it...and now, he stretches and yawns. "We have an appointment with Michael. Shall we go?"An hour or so later, back at the hotel, Michael is waiting for us in the lobby. Standing as he sees us arrive, he smiles. "Hello, James. Good evening Cha
I am acutely conscious that I am naked, more than naked, exposed, whilst these two men are still fully dressed. True, both have erections obvious through their clothing but...As Michael drops down between my thighs, my Master´s voice whispers again. "Watch him. Watch his tongue curl around your clit. Look in the mirrors."In the pale golden light of the candled mirrors, Michael laps at me. As the tongue slides over me, electricity firing up through me, the voice continues. "He´s tasting you. Your sweet pussy. Just as I did last night. As I´m going to again in a little while when he has made you ready for me. Are you wet Charlotte?""Mmm, yes," I choke out. ´Wet´ is the wrong word. ´Flooding´ would be more correct. Michael´s working of my bud and lips is driving me gently crazy, my engorging sex pulsing under every stroke and movement of his tongue."Can you support yourself on your feet? Lift your hips upwards?" asks my Master, still close to my ear. "I´ll help support you." M
"Now you know that´s not true, Charlotte. We both saw how you just reacted. You might be a late starter, but you´re as turned-on as we are by this. You´re not a virgin now. You can release your inner whore, and enjoy being fucked by two guys at once."And with that, he twists his hands into my hair, moving my head, my mouth, inexorably to his shuddering cock. "Lick me clean." And he moves my face against him, sliding my mouth over his erection.I lick the glistening shaft, for the first time tasting myself on another. The tanginess of my own juices surprises me, as I draw long, lingering strokes with my tongue from base to trembling tip. The sharp, almost lemony, flavour, contrasts with a bitter-sweet taste as I suck at the dewdrop which continually forms and reforms at the peak, sliding my tongue into the small slit then whirling the tip around the firmly bulbous head. My Master sighs and relaxes his grip on me a little. "That´s it, girl. Keep going." His breathing is becoming uns
I am bending forward, naked, over the footboard of a bed in a small be-mirrored room. My arms are stretched out, wrists cuffed to the bedposts. My legs are spread apart, ankles cuffed to the bed legs. Face down as I am, my hair falls over my face, obscuring my already limited view.In front of me, my Master kneels naked on the bed, his twitching erection close to my face. Behind me is his friend, Michael, again kneeling. His warm breath against my exposed pussy is already bringing a rising heat to my face, among other things."Are you alright Charlotte?" asks my Master, his fingers curling through my long locks, copper-streaked gold in the flickering candlelight.Gasping, I struggle to get the words out. "Yes Master, I´m fine, just...aaahhhh..." Michael is stroking my pussy lips with one finger - I think. I don´t have a terribly good view of exactly what he is doing, but if his aim is to arouse me, he is succeeding.Three days ago, I was a virgin. Since then I have auctioned an
In the mirror I see Michael, sipping wine, watching silently through hooded eyes. His pupils are wide and dark, black against the halo of his golden hair. His gaze locks with mine as the flogger comes down again, lashing across a creamy buttock. The skin feels hot under the kiss of the leather, flushing red in a wide stripe. My pussy is flooding with a scalding fluid, trickling down over my pulsing clit, a mixture of my own juices and Michael´s cum.The flogger lashes the other buttock, stinging hard, and I cry out at the pain, but I want this pain, this sexual pain-pleasure surging through my core.I want to be fucked. I want my Master inside me. My hips begin to gyrate, and the lash comes down again, licking down within my thighs, close by my flooding sex. My inner walls are pulsing, thrilling to the lick of the flail on my skin."Please, Master...""Do you want me to stop Charlotte? Remember your safety word.""No Master. I don´t want you to stop. I want..." I am gasping n
The following evening, having slept most of the day, I am bathed, made up, dressed to the nines, and feel like a million dollars.My Master has been very specific about what I should wear: a black satin wrap-around skirt, held in place only with two buttons; a matching halter top, which ties at the neck and, cut low, unbuttons at the front; stockings; shoes with a heel, but not too high, chic but comfortable. My red silk panties tie at the sides. A heavy Cleopatra-style necklace. Hair up, eyes lined dark, lips deeply scarlet, expensive perfume. Looking at myself in the mirror, I feel completely fuckable.Michael is carrying a briefcase and I wonder what is in it.We take a taxi to a part of the city I do not know. Basically medieval, modernity has over-run it, and in the darkness of the evening, neon glares brilliantly at me, garish ad boards dazzle, and the noise of traffic is deafening. Pulling into the rear car park of an unfamiliar building, the noise abates and I wonder wher
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