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 and sold myself and my virginity to the man before me. He has taken me on a sexual roller-coaster and I am now learning of the gentle arts of being fucked by two men together - with, I understand, much more to come.
My Master plays the glistening tip of his cock against my lips, inviting me to taste the salt-sweet dewdrop seeping from the head. I wrap my lips eagerly around, loving the flavour of my Master, and his musky male scent as I inhale him.
Michael is parting my pussy lips, exposing my core, displaying me, looking within to my depths. Through the veil of my hair, I try to watch in the mirrors what he is doing. I can just see through my hair as he leans forward, tongue extended, lips parted, to taste me.
Abruptly, the curtain of hair is swept aside, my Master gathering it up, sweeping it over one shoulder. “My apologies Charlotte. Of course, you should be able to see. When you have two men fucking you together, you should be able to enjoy the show.”
I can indeed now see what is happening, but my Master’s words, “Two men fucking you,” suddenly liquefy my core. Michael chuckles behind me and I feel the shaking of his laughter as he leans into my thighs, face into my now engorged and sodden sex.
He licks, starting with my clit and moving smoothly upwards over my lips and through my pussy. Heat bubbles up inside me and I flood, juices trickling down inside my thighs, to be intercepted by Michael, lapping them up. My eyes meet his in the mirrors and he grins wickedly as, holding my gaze, tongue outstretched, mid-movement he hesitates. He slips back the hood of my clit, positioning himself so that I have a perfect view of what he is doing, pure sex in his eyes, and showing me that he is about to take my bud in his mouth.
Pleasure pierces hotly through me. It is too much, my hips starting to buck of their own accord. My Master is laughing above me. “Nice one, Michael. Make her squirm.copy right hot novel pub