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
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