Placing the vibe to one side, I lie back in the bed, stretching, cat-like, displaying myself. They want a show?I´ll give them a show.Raising my hips, I spread my legs open, my thighs extended wide, running my fingers over the satiny fabric of my crotch, the full length of my sex.The gossamer white silk is damp, and I am sure there must be a growing stain to be seen by any paying attention, which is all of them. A few foxy hairs escape the whiteness, red against my white skin.Pulling the fabric to one side, giving them a better view, I trail lazy fingers through my red curls and allow them to wander down over my clit, to my pussy. My fingers are wet, and I know that, in this glimmering candlelight, my pussy is glistening as I trail its contours. It feels tight and ready, quivering in anticipation.Two of the three strangers, the American and the Scandinavian, are beginning to bulge at the front of their pants, and are sweating. So, I note, is my Master. The third stran
Struggling a little in my sightlessness, nonetheless, I obey, and he continues. "Michael. Why don´t you undress Charlotte? Let her admirers see what they are going to fuck."At his words, my pussy heaves and wells once more. My Master is giving me to these men... but that is his privilege.A rustle of movement and then, close to me, the familiar scent of my wonderful Michael, my Golden Angel, my Lover. His fingers slip into the fine shoulder straps of my cami and close to my ear he whispers "Are you all right Charlotte?"Through my panting, to speak is a struggle. "Yes, Michael. I´m fine." and I turn, to briefly kiss the face so close to mine. He returns the kiss, soft and warm, his lips pressed to mine before, his hands on my shoulders, he slips aside the shoulder straps. They fall, to dangle over my arms.Then, another movement, and he is behind me, pressing close. He is still fully dressed, but through his clothing, I feel the pressure of his hardened cock against my body.
I would know his scent anywhere, and as I nuzzle at Michael´s lovely cock, and kiss his balls, I inhale deeply at his perfume, smelling cleanly of pine and sex.As I do so, Daniel pushes at my engorged entrance.Oh, God. He´s huge!Inwards he pushes, and further in, occasionally drawing back, to reinsert himself as he laves himself in my hot juices, lubricating the way for his massive shaft.I hear the smile in his voice. "Do you like that Charlotte? There´s a reason your Master chose me for tonight. He thought you would appreciate my particular...assets..."The enormous member stretching me wide, and yet wider, I understand why Michael and my Master encouraged me to warm up first. They knew that I would have to be really ready to accommodate this massive shaft.But I am really ready.As Daniel penetrates me, I fall forward onto my hands and knees to take him, conscious that Michael is before me, and that I want him inside me too."Michael...""I´m coming down to you
Immediately, Daniel, from below me says "Hey, my turn. Let me out."Pulling once more out of my pussy, he slides out from under me, scrambling to his knees. "No offence Charlotte. You feel great inside, but I really want to face-fuck you."My pussy abandoned, Daniel shoves his cock to my face. Close-up, it is humongous, easily as long as I had imagined, and wide too. Fat almost. He actually looks embarrassed. "I know," he says. "Don´t worry. I´ll take it easy." And he offers the monstrous, glistening cock to me."Lick me, Charlotte," says Daniel. "Lick me clean."I slide my tongue up his full length. From balls to head, I lick and suck my way. He seems to enjoy the noises, so I make a show of slurping and gulping loudly, as I clean away my pussy juices and the thin stream flowing from the slit. "Now," he says. "Open up." And as I part my lips, he pushes inside.I do my best with the huge member, stretching my jaws wide and taking as much as I can without gagging. I can
"Is Michael coming too, Master?""Charlotte, Michael would slay dragons to be here when you are. Yes, he will be here.""So, what will we be doing tonight? Or is it another of your ´surprises´?"He smiles down at me as I kneel in front of him. I don´t need to, and he never asks it of me now, outside of our ´games´, but I know that he likes it. And I want to make my Master happy. He has done so much for me. I owe it to him."No, not a surprise today Charlotte, but we did, both of us, want to try something new with you.""Master?""Always before, we have spent our time with you in a very controlled environment, and if we had...um... guests, Michael and I have always chosen them carefully for you; vetted them if you like. Either they were men we knew or knew by reputation. We had a clear idea of how they would behave with you. We knew that they were...er... ´clean´. In short, we did everything we could to ensure that we could all, you, me, Michael, do anything we wanted to, sa
Michael pushes at my thighs, parting them further, delving in more deeply. My Master responds by reaching forward, hooking his hands behind my knees to lift my legs up and back, exposing me fully to Michael´s searching tongue. My Golden Angel plunges his tongue deep into my pussy, probing and swirling, as I wail my rising passion.My head resting back against my Master´s chest, his words are whispered close to my ear. "Angry? How could I be angry with you, Charlotte?"I glance up and back, just in time to see my Master and Michael, momentarily lock eyes again. Abruptly, the two men both stand up; my Master heaving me upright with him, and then, as he steps away to one side, propelling me to Michael.Michael catches me, and then immediately pushes me back down again, flat on my back on the mattress. As I lie there, my breath slightly knocked away, Michael shucks off his pants and clambers atop me, straddling my chest. My Master also is stripping off to one side of us.Michael´s
Unsure of what to expect from a ´Club´, I am reassured by the surroundings: a crowd of people humming around a bar, chatting, drinking, some dancing. Various doors off, lead to darkened rooms. A smell of chlorine, suggests a pool or jacuzzi somewhere close by, as do couples wandering around wearing only a towel."Want to look around, Charlotte? We can show you around if you like, or just have a wander if you prefer.""I´ll look around myself, Master.""Fine, Michael and I will be over here by the bar."The two start chatting with a group of people who they obviously know of old. Or to be precise, my Master talks, whilst Michael stands and listens. He seldom says much.Drink in hand, I sip, as I amble aimlessly around the floor, peering down the dark corridors. Several strange guys, some quite attractive, are trying to catch my eye, but I look the other way and move on. Some rooms are empty. In others, groups of people, some couples, some many more, in various stages of dre
My Master trails the tresses of the flogger over the contour of my spine to my face. Lingering and soft, the sensation is exotic, erotic, and I shiver.He murmurs, "Charlotte, if this gets close to your limits, you say ´Yellow´. If it becomes too much, you say ´Red´. Do you understand?""Yes, Master.""You´re sure? You stop this at any time. You simply say ´Yellow´ or ´Red´.""Yes, Master. I understand."He strokes my hair, which trails in a long, foxy fall from the padded bench, then, moving around me, draws the tails along from my shoulders, to the curve of my waist and hip.A pause, a sharp flick, and the soft lashes kiss my thighs.I quiver, my lips parting as my breathing increases to panting. Another lash licks across my buttocks. This is not painful; only... stimulating. My folds swelling, pussy lips opening, I well up from within, a sense of well-being and of other-worldliness...The tresses trail my skin, over my shoulders and neckline, before another, sharper