Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance

Chapter 46

Dropping to my knees I push her knees apart, Michael hooks his legs around hers, holding her wide.

As her thighs splay, the scent of her pussy, sopping and swollen, billows up. I lean in, my palm flat

between her breasts, pushing her hard back against him, then ram hard inside her with a couple of

fingers, hooking upwards to scrape her g-spot. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

She bucks and wails, arms flinging, but Michael snatches her wrists together, pinning her firm.

I don’t hold back, don’t make any attempt to open her. Her pussy is engorged, open and brilliantly red.

As I pump her, her juices flood my fingers and palm, sleeking over her skin and mine, and she wails

with an edge to her cries that makes my cock jump and dance in anticipation.

And I want to taste….

I withdraw, kneeling back to watch her gasping and panting. Michael, his own eyes dark with

expectation and pleasure, murmurs close by her, but loudly enough that I can hear, “Spread yourself

properly. Your Master wants to taste your cunt.”

She slides back against him, spreading herself wider, but he reaches, hooking under her knees to pull

her back on herself, thighs opened back against her own chest.

And she looks delectable; splayed and presented for me and at just the right height that all I have to do

is drop my mouth over her open and succulent entrance.

Whimpering and breathless, “Oh God, fuck me,” she gasps. “Fuck me, please, one of you.”

Michael grins and sucks his lip. “All in good time. You know who is your Master. And he decides when

you may be fucked.”

She groans at that…. a twitchy, enticing sound that reaches right down through me and tightens my

balls.

I’m comfortable and she’s so open. All I have to do is….

I slide a fingertip down the length of her vulva. She shivers, moaning through clenched teeth, her lips

peeled back as I traverse her folds at a leisurely pace, circling her clit a couple of times but without

touching it.

Michael’s eyes are following my movements. Hers are squeezed tight shut as she whimpers and

twitches. But she can’t move. Each time she jerks or strains, Michael’s grip on her tightens.

I slip a forefinger inside her, partly to give her something to feel, but mainly because I want to feel her

pussy dance to my tune. With the other hand, I thumb back the sheath of her bud - oh - ever so gently -

then stoop to suckle on the tiny shaft….

…. The taste of her, rich as wine….

And she howls….

Michael has her in a death-grip, arms locked around her, immobilising her completely, but she strains

against him, wailing as I continue my delectable torture.

I work her with my tongue-tip, inching and probing at all her most sensitive spots. She gushes, and I

stretch her wide to lick up her honey, sucking her out, probing with my tongue then exploring her

entrance, swirling against soft flesh and quivering muscle.

She pleads, “Please. Please, get inside me. I need to come.”

How far can I take you?

My voice is muffled, my face moist as I break away for a moment. “Not yet.”

Then pressing in, I plant my open mouth over her entrance.

Screaming, she convulses. My tongue and lips pressed tight into her, I feel the beginning; the stray

pulse, the spasm as the orgasm brims….

“Oh, God. Oh, God. I can’t….”

And with a shriek, she falls into an orgasm bright and brilliant and intense. Her pussy pumping and

pulsing against me, I stab her with my tongue, playing against the flesh that throbs and snatches

against mine. My hands pushing her thighs even wider, with teeth and lips, I maul at her, driving her

climax, pushing her hard.

“Enough! Enough! I can’t stand anymore.”

Immediately I quit, clearing my mouth and nose with a hand.

My turn….

…. This won’t take long….

Michael, still pinning her tight, is smiling softly as he watches her, face slanted in sidelong. I nod him to

hold her where she is, then rising up and over her, I drive into her.

She shrieks again, but not in protest. I know triumph when I hear it, and as I ream her, hilting myself

with every thrust, she sings and squeals the glory of it and I see her eyes fling wide.

And glory is the word. Ramming home, I watch myself and her, my cock as it pistons into her volcanic,

welling cunt. She’s wet with her own juices, her own sweat and mine….

Ah… Jeez….

Climax stabs through me. My groin tightens, pulses and with a grunt, I shoot, firing my load deep inside

her. One shot, then another. A final volley and….

…. and….

…. too much….

Snatching for breath, I break away, flapping a hand at Michael to take over as I collapse into a chair.

He releases her and heaves, standing and taking her with him. “Charlotte, on the bed, on your back.”

I watch them go through but don’t follow, still trying to deal with the stars spangling at the back of my

eyes. But by the look of his erection, I’d say she’s in for another hard ride….

Doesn’t seem to mind though….

Head resting back against my seat I grin to myself.

Fucking fantastic….

They’re talking, and I’m happy to leave them with it, but then I pick up his words…

“…. How are you feeling? Want to try something? I’d love to deep-throat you, but I’ll not do it if you

don’t want.”

Jerking myself back to reality, I follow them through, just in time to see Charlotte arranging herself on

the bed, obviously willing to try.

Marching smartly through to the kitchen, I return with a jug of water and a glass. He’s waiting for me,

stroking her hand as I come in.

“Charlotte,” he says, “move so that you overhang the bed. Let your head drop back.”

As she arranges herself, I sit by her, take her hand in mine.

His cock-head teasing at her lips, “If this is too much, you bang the bed with your hand, or squeeze

James’ hand, and I’ll pull out right away. Yes?”

She blinks at him, but reaches for him, her mouth open, offering herself as he eases carefully forward.

As he enters, his eyes ask the question. I just nod understanding.

I’m watching….

He takes it carefully, in then out. In and out again. Each time he ventures a little further. As he reaches

the back of her throat, her eyes flick to mine. I slow-blink her an assurance, stroking the back of her

hand with my thumb.

She takes a long slow breath and as her eyes close,

“Just relax,” he says.

And smoothly, slowly, he presses in, hissing through his teeth as he slides into her throat.

He glances at me then, his own eyes closing, his head tilts back and he groans.

Charlotte seems in no distress, shows no sign of gagging….

And the sound rumbling from Michael….

What’s she doing?

…. Is she tonguing him?

His face is a mask of ecstasy; a grimace that, if I did not know what he was doing, I might interpret as

pain.

His hands are fisting, knuckles white. He looks down, sees himself hilted against her face and with a

groan and a shudder, he comes.

Her eyes are wide, watching him as he judders and trembles. And when, done, he gradually and

carefully withdraws, her eyes slide to mine once more. I give her a wink and a squeeze of the fingers.

When he’s clear of her, she still doesn’t move. “Good?” she asks, looking up at him, her face still

upside-down.

“Oh….” He strokes her face. “You have no idea….”

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