Maggie and the Master (12 page)

She groaned, feeling robbed, and then eased forward to draw his cock back deep into her mouth as the riding-crop licked at the cheeks of her backside.

‘Oh yes, that's it… that's it you dirty little slut. Suck harder, harder now.'

Max's crude words and Maggie's helplessness threatened to consume her. She pressed her thighs tight together, trying desperately to find a way to her own orgasm. Behind them she could hear Kay begging to be released, begging to be allowed to orgasm too. Max's fingers tightened in Maggie's hair, holding her head still as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest.

‘Have you any idea how you look?' he grunted thickly as his pleasure grew. It was almost too much for him. Maggie Howard kneeling in front of him, the excitement of Kay's beating fresh in his mind. He gasped, struggling to hold on, struggling to hold back. He knew that both Maggie and Kay were desperate for release. Maggie was trembling, aching to touch herself as she sucked him. She looked every inch the perfect slut, her pretty tits available to be fondled and used, her short skirt bunching up around her waist, her cunt wet, almost totally exposed, waiting for a cock… any cock. He threw back his head and cried out with pleasure as the spunk pulsed up and out of his body and into Maggie's sucking mouth. Behind them on the bed Kay wailed in fury and frustration because she couldn't bring on her own orgasm. Jet after jet spewed from his cock, filling Maggie's mouth as she tried valiantly to swallow it all. When almost totally spent he held her head still and thrust into her welcoming mouth, using her purely for his pleasure, prolonging his ejaculation and the last of the bliss.

As the final tremor dissipated his wilting cock plopped from Maggie's mouth. She didn't move, waiting like a good slave for whatever was to follow. Max bent down and cupped her wet sex.

‘Please, master,' she whimpered, ‘please make me come.'

Max smiled. It was far too soon for that. From the cabinet by the bed he took out a small vibrator and eased it into her sex. She almost fell forward against him as he slid it into her, and set it vibrating at a slow throb. Maggie pushed down onto the carpet, shamelessly struggling to fuck herself on the plastic column.

‘There you are, my little whore, that should keep you happy for a while,' he mused. ‘Although you have a lot more work to do before you are allowed to orgasm tonight.'

The doorbell rang and Max left the bedroom. Maggie felt a little rush of panic. She could hear the sounds of Max welcoming someone and then strained to pick out individual voices. No, there was more than one other voice, more than two, but how many? She could hear them climbing the stairs, drawing nearer, and then they fell silent.

Maggie blushed furiously under the blindfold, knowing that whomever Max had invited to join him in the bedroom was taking in the extraordinary sight of her and Kay.

Nothing was said, but she sensed people crowding around, and picked out the distinctive sounds of clothes being shed. She could also sense the growing excitement and anticipation.

She felt someone move close to her face and then heard Max's distinctive Irish lilt. ‘Now, my little slut, do you remember why I told you I wanted you here tonight?'

‘Yes, to help you with Kay, master,' she answered clearly.

Max's fingers nipped her nipples, just hard enough for there to be a little pain, making her wince beneath the blindfold. ‘No, I told you what was going to happen to Kay, didn't I?'

‘You said you wanted my help with the training of another slave.'

‘Good, and you'll start helping right now.' Maggie felt his hand on the back of her head, pressing her forward, and then her cheek was brushed by another stiff cock. ‘Open your mouth, my little slut,' he whispered. ‘That's what you're here for tonight. I want you to make all these cocks hard. Make them ready to fuck Kay.'

Maggie's futile response was instantly muffled as the cock moved across her cheek and thrust deep into her mouth. It felt different to Max's, and a tremor of excitement rippled through her body as she realised what was happening, reduced to a sexual aid for men who cared nothing about who she was, only what she represented: pure pleasure without a name or a face. The idea of being reduced to nothing more than a sexual toy made her shiver. The man standing over her pushed deeper, making her work to please him, and Maggie let go, abandoning herself to the pleasure, to the sensation of each new cock as the men took turns in her mouth, and along with it was the knowledge that each of the cocks would soon be thrust into Kay's prone body. She shivered, imagining her lodger being used over and over again.

Each man took his turn in her mouth, using it, enjoying it, panting huskily as she sucked until they were rigid. But each one pulled away before they ejaculated.

‘I want you to get up now,' Max eventually said, removing the dildo, Maggie shuddering as it slipped out of her pulsating cunt. He pulled her to her feet, guiding her forward, unfastening the cuffs. Then with him holding her hand she was led across the room and cringed with shock as her fingertips were lowered to Kay's smooth calves.

‘Here,' said Max, pressing a tube of something into her palm. ‘My friends have come to play, Maggie. They're all going to fuck Kay now, one right after the other, some in her arse, some in her cunt, some in her mouth. You've made their cocks nice and hard for her, and now I think you'd better make her ready for them, don't you?'

Maggie felt Kay tremble under her fingers as she heard the instructions. ‘I can't, I don't know how…' she said. The only female she'd ever been intimate with was Freya, and on that occasion Freya had taken the lead. And worse still, Kay was her friend, someone she shared her house with.

‘Maggie,' Max warned, his tone threatening, and she knew that disobeying him was a bad idea. So slowly, fearfully, she slipped forward onto the bed and ran her hands up the backs of Kay's bound and parted legs, seeking the girl's sex.

‘Please,' Maggie begged, ‘please may I see what I'm doing?'

‘Not yet, Maggie,' he denied her. ‘I just want you to touch her, to feel her body. Now do as you're told or I'll take the crop to you and to her. Hold out your hand.'

Max squeezed a greasy cream onto her raised fingers, and she obediently and blindly lubricated between Kay's beaten buttocks, surprised when the girl lifted her hips to her tentative touch, actually twisting beneath her fingers, the lubricant coating her tight anus. Instinctively Maggie slipped a single finger inside, and then ventured another, and Kay began to moan and thrust against her, trying to work the fingers deeper still.

Maggie imagined the men gathered around the bed, watching the two of them together, lining up to use Kay's trussed body. Maggie's fingers slid deeper, fucking Kay while her other hand fumbled between her own legs, gasping as her fingers touched her throbbing pleasure bud. The men were urging her on, and she could feel her orgasm drawing closer and closer…

‘Stop!' Max's voice cut through the air as the riding-crop swiped viciously across Maggie's buttocks. Panting, groaning, no more than seconds away from her orgasm, she fell still, trembling, denied the closeness of release. He guided her down off the bed to kneel on the floor at the foot of it, and then he handcuffed her to the metal frame.

She felt his warm breath on her neck as he bent over to whisper in her ear. ‘Do you know what my friends are going to do now, Maggie?'

She could say nothing.

‘Do you know?' he pressed, and she nodded. ‘Then tell me, little one, what do you think they are going to do now?'

‘They're going to fuck her, master,' she said.

‘And where are they going to fuck her, Maggie?'

‘In her cunt, in her arse, in her mouth,' she whispered, horrified by the crude words coming from her mouth and lurid images forming in her head.

‘Yes, they're going to fuck her, Maggie,' he confirmed. ‘They're going to fuck her until she screams with pleasure.' Max ran a finger down her spine, and she shivered. ‘And then, my dear, they are going to fuck you.'

Before she could fully absorb the implications of what he said she felt the bed move under her hands and realised that more than anything else she wanted to be able to see what was happening. The mattress strained and suddenly Kay was begging.

‘Oh yes, yes, please fuck me, please, please fuck me…' the words breaking into a deluge of incoherent sobs as the bed began to move rhythmically. Maggie strained against the cuffs, hungry to see, desperate to watch.

It was more than she could bear - the sounds, the movements, all contriving to drive her crazy with anticipation and desire. Some part of her, she was horrified to realise, was desperate to see Kay being fucked and used.

She was aware of hands on her hips, and knew Max was behind her, watching Kay being fucked. ‘Tell me, master, please,' she begged. ‘Tell me what you see.'

He sniggered, stroked her bottom with the crop, and then administered a stinging blow across it. ‘Listen, my dear, listen to them, and imagine her being fucked by my friends!'

Maggie sighed with frustration, and heard the man fucking Kay begin to pant and gasp. He was close to the brink, ready to explode inside her body, and then Maggie knew he was there. She heard him groan, heard him grunt, and in her mind she saw him thrusting stiffly into Kay's helpless body, saw his whole frame tensing as he emptied his balls in the girl's available sex.

But it was far from over. There was movement again, the bed rocking, another man clambering onto it, thrusting deep into Kay. She moaned again, moaning as he stretched her, used her, flesh slapping flesh, faster and faster. Behind the blindfold Maggie closed her eyes tight shut. Kay began to come too, making the mattress buck as the man riding her giggled victoriously and ejaculated inside her.

Then Maggie felt Max thrusting into her, deep into her soaking sex. She sighed, relishing the penetration, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto him, straining against the cuffs that held her to the gyrating bed.

Her mind was alight with sounds and smells; Kay's insistent cries as she came over and over again; a man telling the trussed girl how he was going to fuck her, then his triumphant expletives as he came too; the bed-frame shaking under her hands; Max's stout cock thrusting deep into her body; her own pleasure so intense she thought she might faint.

At that moment Max pulled the blindfold off, and the salacious images on the bed did drive Maggie over the edge into a shuddering orgasm.

Max leant forward and withdrew his unspent erection, whispering in her ear, ‘I can't keep you all to myself, that would be selfish. What sort of a host would that make me?'

He rose and stepped away, and Maggie felt an anonymous hand rummaging between her thighs, groping her vacant cunt, a rampant cock brushing her buttocks, and she closed her eyes.

Chapter Nine

When they got back to Maggie's house Guido opened the car door for her. She was too tired to speak, other than to wish him a perfunctory goodnight. Her mind and her body were totally exhausted as she fumbled for her front door key.

‘Well, well, well, just look who's here,' said a familiar voice as she slipped the key into the lock. Slightly bemused she looked around and was astonished to see Simon standing there in the shadows.

‘What are you doing here at this time of night?' she asked, unable to keep the surprise out of her voice.

‘Now, there's a nice thing to say to someone who was concerned about your welfare,' he said sarcastically. ‘I thought the very least I could do was make sure you got home safe and sound after you deserted me like that. You could invite me in, for being so considerate. How did your interview go? What did they do, ask you to stay on for the after-show party or something?'

Maggie tried to gather her thoughts and her alibi. ‘Something like that,' she said hastily. ‘It was okay. It was fine.'

‘So, was that their driver?' he probed. ‘You must have made a good impression to wangle yourself a ride home.' Simon nodded towards the road, although Guido had long since gone.

Maggie gave a noncommittal shrug and opened the front door.

‘You look tired; are you sure you're all right?' he asked.

‘Look, I'm fine, Simon,' she said frostily. ‘I'm touched that you came to check up on me, but to be perfectly honest all I want to do now is fall into bed.' She looked at him, and he looked crestfallen. ‘Okay, tell you what, why don't you come in and have a quick coffee,' she relented against her better judgement, his expression instantly brightening.

‘Great!' he beamed, following her inside. ‘Thanks, Maggie.'

‘Actually, Simon, maybe this isn't such a good idea, I really need a shower,' she said, once they were in the hall.

‘Don't let me stop you. I'm quite domesticated you know. You go and have your shower and leave the coffee to me.'

Upstairs Maggie dropped the ruins of her new clothes into the bin and looked at her body in the mirror.

Her nipples were red and sore from bite marks and far too much attention. Her bottom was striped from the crop and her sex was sore. She closed her eyes, remembering the frenzied animal heat of the men as they took her again and again. She shivered. Until meeting Max she would never have believed herself capable of such behaviour.

Feeling increasingly tired she set the shower to hot and stepped gratefully beneath the refreshing torrent. The more she thought about it, the more she felt it had been a mistake to let Simon in. There was no way she wanted to be sociable with him; all she wanted was to crawl into the warmth and comfort of her bed…

Maggie shrieked as Simon, naked, squeezed into the shower with her. ‘What do you think you're playing at?' she snapped furiously, incredulously, trying to cover herself with her arms. ‘Get out of here this instant!'

But Simon just grinned at her. ‘Oh come on, Maggie, stop playing hard to get,' he said infuriatingly. ‘You know I've fancied you for ages. And all that crap about not fancying me? I'm not fooled by that for an instant.'

Was he drunk? ‘Simon,' she said, trying to control her outrage, ‘get out of my shower, my bathroom, and my house, now. Please, before you do something we both regret. Go now and I'll never say anything more about it.'

Simon giggled inanely, and then cupping her face he kissed her aggressively, one hand straying down to maul her breasts while a knee pressed determinedly between her thighs.

‘Come on, Maggie, don't be so coy,' he growled, breaking away from the kiss. ‘I know you really fancy me, and besides, you're all on your own. I know you're gagging for it, a girl in your position, no one to snuggle up to at night. Come on, you know you want to. I thought maybe you'd like a little bit of rough.'

He kissed her again, trying to force his tongue into her mouth, making her squirm back against the wet tiles in horror. ‘I'll scream and wake Kay!' she spluttered, managing to push him away.

Simon's eyes darkened menacingly. ‘Nice try, Maggie, but I've already looked in her room and she's not home,' he said ominously. ‘There's just you and me, and this…' His face rubbed against hers as he kissed her forehead, almost paternally, while with one hand he brushed his engorged cock against her belly.

‘Simon, get out,' she implored weakly, physically and mentally drained from the night's exertions. ‘Please, just get out and let's forget this ever happened…'

Before she could stop him he pressed her back against the tiles, sneering at her words as he forced her legs wider apart with his knee, his breath laden with alcohol. She started to struggle, knowing there was no reasoning with him, but he merely tutted sarcastically and grabbed her hair, pulling her face within inches of his.

‘Come on, darling,' he gloated, ‘we both know you'll love it. Just relax, take it easy and enjoy a real man. I'm not going to hurt you, just give you the fucking you need to loosen you up a little.'

Maggie felt her anger flare, but he was too strong and easily quelled her resistance. She tried to push him away again, pressing her clenched fists to his chest, but he was unrelenting.

‘Simon, stop,' she begged. ‘You're drunk, and I know when you sober up you'll regret this… Simon, please…'

As she tried to knee him he dragged her out of the shower cubicle and threw her to the bathroom floor. Instantly he was upon her, giving her no respite, pinning her to the tiles with one hand while guiding his cock into her with the other.

‘There we are, sweetheart,' he grunted. ‘You know you love it really. Now just relax while I give you the best screw you've ever had.'

Maggie mumbled wearily for him to stop, but far from stopping Simon seemed to be further inflamed by her pleas.

‘Shit, that feels fantastic,' he groaned, throwing his head back. ‘Oh yes, that feels bloody great. I knew you'd feel this good, Maggie. I've always known it, and now I'm really fucking you.' Snorting and grunting he began to buck and twist inside her, driving deeper and deeper, moving increasingly raggedly, and quickly he ejaculated - too quickly for his liking - while Maggie felt tears of shame running down her face as he pressed fully into her and held himself there, his groin tight between her parted thighs, his penis throbbing rhythmically as it discharged his seed deep into her body. He snorted through clenched teeth, sinewy veins standing proud in his throat, his eyes shut as he luxuriated in the triumph of at last fucking Maggie.

He collapsed onto her, feverishly raining kisses on her face and her throat in some loathsome parody of love or affection.

‘Phew!' he gasped in her ear. ‘Wasn't that something? I knew you wanted me all along. I knew you'd be good, too. But not that fucking good!'

Maggie stared up at the ceiling in disbelieving horror.

‘Shall I go and make us that coffee now?' he asked, sliding out of her, his cock leaving a sticky trail across her trembling tummy.

‘Coffee?' Maggie said quietly, unable to believe what she was hearing. ‘You bastard, Simon; how could you do this to me? Get out of my house now and leave me alone.'

Simon got to his feet, his expression smug. ‘Don't be silly, Maggie. You invited me in for coffee; I didn't twist your arm. You wanted me to fuck you. That's why you came up here on the pretext of wanting a shower, rather conveniently leaving the bathroom door unlocked. You wanted me to follow you up and fuck you. You just won't admit it to me, or to yourself. It's about time you did, Maggie. It's about time you did.'

For long uncomfortable seconds Simon stared down at her, gloating, then turned and left the bathroom.

She waited until she heard the front door open and close, and then crawled back into the shower and washed away any traces of his touch. The water had gone cold when she finally got out of the shower, towelled herself dry and slipped gratefully into bed.

It was almost light when Maggie heard her bedroom door open. She woke from sleep with a start and instantly tensed, terrified it might be Simon back for more.

She heard light footsteps padding across the bedroom, felt the duvet pull back, and was about to react when a familiar voice said, ‘Don't worry, it's only me. I thought you might need a cuddle.'

Maggie sighed with relief and surprise. She couldn't have put it better herself. The body snuggled to her was warm and soft and belonged to her lodger. Kay was the very last person she would have expected to climb into her bed at any time, least of all tonight.

‘Are you okay?' Kay whispered.

‘Sort of,' said Maggie, her voice trembling with unexpected emotion. It wasn't the after-effects of the evening spent with Max and his friends that unsettled her, but Simon's unsophisticated attentions. Kay's unexpected tenderness brought tears to her eyes.

Not that Kay was to know that, and she very gently kissed Maggie, who began to respond, and eased her tongue into Maggie mouth, holding her close while her hands stroked and caressed her trembling body. As she began to relax Kay cupped Maggie's breasts, murmuring soft words of encouragement while caressing her.

Maggie shivered as Kay worked her lips over her throat and shoulders, and then lower to her breasts, her soft kisses and fingers eagerly teasing her stirring nipples. Maggie let out a long sigh, moaning with a heady mixture of uncertainty and delight. Despite her fears Kay's touch was sure and persuasive, each caress lighting a thousand tiny flares in Maggie's sleepy mind.

‘Oh,' Maggie moaned as she felt trembling flutters of arousal. ‘We… we can't do this,' she stammered.

‘Shhhhh, it's all right,' Kay soothed, the words humming on Maggie's flesh as she sucked one of her nipples into her mouth. ‘Max told me to come home and make love to you,' she confided. ‘He told me to make you sing with pure pleasure. Here, touch me, Maggie. I'm here for you. I've wanted you for some time. Let me show you.' Finding Maggie's hands she guided them to her own full breasts.

The girl's skin was as soft as spun silk and warm and fluid under Maggie's fingertips, her lithe form a stunning contrast to the masculine brawn of the others. Maggie gasped at just how beautiful Kay felt, and almost without thinking she lowered her head and drew Kay's erect nipple into her mouth. The blonde moaned appreciatively and lifted herself up, pressing towards Maggie in both invitation and acceptance of her tentative caresses.

With Freya, Maggie had felt very much the slave, dominated and taken by a cruelly dominant mistress. But curled up in Kay's arms there was just intimate pleasure, two girls making love to each other in a way she had never dreamt she would find so deliciously consuming.

Kay's fingers brushed Maggie's sex, making the breath catch in her throat.

‘Trust me, it'll be beautiful,' Kay murmured, taking one of Maggie's hands and gently guiding it between her own legs. Maggie made no effort to resist, but was surprised at just how wet Kay was, her sex hot and seeping creamy silk. She knew this was a present from Max Jordan, a present to them both.

Kay gently guided Maggie's kisses down over her breasts and belly to the shaven mound of her sex. As she pressed kisses to the girl's flesh, Maggie could smell Kay's excitement and feel the ripples of pleasure sifting through her body.

For a moment, lying alongside Kay, her face and lips a fraction away from Kay's fragrant quim, Maggie hesitated, nervous and unsure. She had never been attracted to her own sex, but thanks to Max Jordan all that, and much more, had changed.

‘Please,' Kay whispered, lifting her hips towards Maggie's waiting mouth. ‘Please kiss me.'

How could she possibly refuse? Tentatively she pressed her lips to the fleshy lips, imaging what the kiss would feel like. Beneath her the girl gasped in delight and lifted her hips to give Maggie greater access, her fingers joining Maggie's tongue, holding her sex open for Maggie's caresses. Slowly, trying hard to still her own fears and doubts as much as anything else, Maggie slipped her tongue into Kay's open sex and licked like an inquisitive kitten, her taste buds suffused by the richly oceanic flavour of Kay's excitement. She let the tip of her tongue ease across the engorged ridge of Kay's clitoris, knowing instinctively that it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. She nibbled and lapped at the engorged bud, sucking it eagerly.

‘Oh…' Kay gasped, and pulled Maggie up to straddle her face. Groaning, the lithe blonde pulled her hips down, so that Maggie had no choice but to settle her own throbbing sex onto the waiting mouth. She immediately felt herself respond to Kay's intense caresses, felt her body accepting them.

When her orgasm came an engulfing wave swept through the two of them, and Maggie trembled uncontrollably with pure pleasure. She fell into a deep and contented sleep, curled up in the other girl's arms.

When she woke in the morning Maggie was alone, fresh sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. She lay for a few minutes letting all manner of thoughts roll through her head, trying to work out what was real and what was a dream. One by one as the events and memories of the previous evening and night unfolded, she realised that of all of them she was far more embarrassed and confused by what had happened with Simon Faraday than anything else.

Over breakfast Kay didn't mention anything. In fact, she acted as if nothing had happened between them at all.

Fortunately Maggie and Simon's paths didn't cross until the end of the week.

‘I really need to talk to you,' he said as she parked in the office car park and hurried across the tarmac to reception. It was first thing in the morning and Maggie had no intention of lingering.

‘I've got nothing I want to say to you, Simon, and if you come anywhere near me I'll call security,' she threatened, with considerably more confidence than she felt.