CHAPTER 35: The Virgin’s Valentines, Part 4

I don’t reply. Instead, wrapping my lips around the fat cockhead given to me, I swirl my tongue around the ridge. Kneeling up straight, my hands free to assist, I work the shaft with both hands, squeezing and kneading, my mouth planted around the head. I enjoy doing this. It gives me control, and he stiffens further under my massage, growing fuller in my mouth. I suckle at his steady stream of pre-cum, but he cannot jam into my throat. Pausing for a moment, I lick some of it onto my palms, then return to my attention back to this fine, thick, shuddering shaft.

As I mouth him, from balls to head, from above me, I hear his deep intake of breath. “Hey, guys. Give me something, to watch while I’m having my cock sucked. Who’s going to fuck her pussy, or up the ass?”

My Master replies. “Manners, Gordon. You know the rules. Charlotte will choose the card. That decides who is next. Charlotte, name another card.”

I pull away from my work for a moment. “Ten of Hearts, Master.”

“Who has the Ten?”

“I do.”

It is Daniel’s voice again. Wonderful. I want to feel his lovely cock inside me. I wonder if I will get the opportunity to see it.

He is behind me, his hands stroking my hair, lingering over the blindfold, then his feet nudge between my knees. “Charlotte. Let me in.”

I part my knees, moving awkwardly as I lick and suck at the cock plugging my mouth. Daniel kneels close-up behind me, his hard cock pressed against my back. Rather high up my back, in fact.

How big is he?

His hands curve around me, under my breasts, lifting and moulding them, then pinching at the nipples, rolling them between thumb and finger.

Yelping through my plugged mouth, I squirm and wriggle as my nipples are squeezed and pulled, each squeeze sending little bolts of electricity down through my stomach to spark into twitching pussy.

Oh, fuck me. For God’s sake, someone fuck me.

Quietly by my face, but loudly enough for everyone to hear him, Daniel says, “I’d like to take you up the ass Charlotte. I’d really like to do that. But I’m going to fuck your pussy instead because I can feel it’s sodden, and I want to watch you lick your own pussy juices off me before you swallow my cum.”

A vision of Daniel’s long, black beautiful cock flooding my mouth is too much. My hips start to quiver and shudder of their own accord. As though on cue, the thick shaft in my hands suddenly goes tense. There is a gasp from above me, and hot cream pulses into my mouth.

I suck and lap and lick at the cum pumping over my tongue. As the stream flows, then stops, a voice says. “That’s enough Girl. Let go of me.” And his fingers prise me from the, now flagging, shaft.

Daniel’s member probing my pussy, there is a whirl of movement around me.

“Next card,” a strange voice says. It must be the third of the strangers. “Ace,” I say, struggling a little through the mouthful I am still swallowing. Some of it escapes, dribbling down my chin.

“That’s me Charlotte,” says Michael’s voice, stepping in to take his place.

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 Charlotte.” The sound of his movement suggests he is kneeling.

“Hey, James,” says the last stranger’s voice. “I think she should see what going on. Why else have you got all these mirrors?”

“Fair point,” replies my Master. “I thought the blindfold would increase her sensitivity to the occasion, but perhaps... Charlotte, would you like to be able to see?”

I am groping around with my hands, trying to find my Angel. “Yes, Master I would. I want to reach Michael, but I can’t find him.”

“I’m here, Charlotte.”

Hands at the back of my head struggle briefly with the knots of the scarf, and then suddenly, I can see. Blinking against the sudden light, I see my... ‘Valentines’... for the first time, ready for me.

The third stranger, the Scandinavian, grins down at me. Naked as all the rest, his piercingly blue eyes bore down into me.

“Hello, Charlotte. We’ve not been introduced yet. I am Borje. I am looking forward to getting my cock up your ass while...” He waves around randomly, “...while one of these guys is up your cunt. And ideally, while you have a mouthful of cock too. Your Master tells me you enjoy that sort of thing.”

I can’t believe it, but his words make me blush. I look down, and all five men burst out laughing. “Oh, Charlotte,” chuckles my Master. “It’s a bit late to be bashful.”

He’s right. Of course, he is. “But with one man behind me, ready to pump me good, and another before me, waiting for me to get my mouth around his cock, the remark seems a little ill-timed.”

My Master pauses, looking at me closely. “You are all right, are you Charlotte?”

I swallow my embarrassment. “’Course I am Master. It’s just that no-one’s ever said it quite like that before.”

“So, you are enjoying yourself?”

“Oh yes, Master. In fact...”