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  ‘Mastering the Virgin’

  Part One

  ‘Friends’

  Author: Simone Leigh

  Copyright © 2017

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  Dedication

  This Series,’ Mastering the Virgin’, is Dedicated to

  Robin, Alice, Lorie and Debra

  who named it

  And to Rob

  who knew that Charlotte’s ‘Secret Name is

  ‘Jade-Eyes’ or ‘Jade’

  Friends

  Seven Years Ago

  James

  I see him cross the floor: a strikingly good-looking man with a shaggy mane of blond hair.

  …. overdue for a cut….

  I’ve seen him around here before, several times. He never has any problems finding willing partners and seems to be with a different one every time. Watching him from across the room, I’m interested to see his technique….

  He lounges by the bar, with a glass of wine he’s been sipping at for the last twenty minutes, showing no signs of finishing it.

  Now, there’s a man who’s waiting for action and has no intention of taking too much alcohol on board.

  He scans the room. Several women, and some couples too are very obviously eyeing him up. He has no shortage of choice.

  Still curious, I angle myself to get a better view of his face, so that I can follow his eye.

  He’s watching a strawberry blond at one end of the bar, and a tall, well matched and attractive couple at the other. Both are casting an eye back at him and he’s clearly welcome whichever way he chooses.

  His gaze sweeps past me, hovers and then drifts back as he realizes I’m watching him. Then he grins and shakes his head apologetically.

  Damn, He thinks I’m gay….

  Better set that one right.

  I’m about to head across to talk to him when he makes up his mind, strolling over to the couple he was watching.

  She is very attractive in a bubbly, bouncy, brunette kind of way; not my type, but I’m interested to see what comes next. The guy she’s with is an obvious Dom, in a dark suit, clean white shirt and polished shoes. He’s a snappy dresser and the brunette very much defers to him.

  As the blond man strolls over, both smile, seeming to know him. I can’t pick out their words across the bar, but their body language says it all, and the three head for…. for where? Ah, yes, one of the larger viewing lounges.

  The bed inside is enormous, easily able to take a dozen couples, but right now, the threesome have it to themselves. Blondie sits on the edge of the bed while the couple…. what?

  The Dom sits beside Blondie, nodding the brunette to stand in front of the pair of them. Then, instructing her to turn with the twirling of a finger, he gestures to Blondie to take over.

  The blond man stands, smoothly moving upright to stand over the woman. He’s tall, though not particularly so, perhaps a shade shy of six feet, but he is powerfully built; broad shouldered and narrow waisted. Certainly, he looks and moves as though he works out, not in the overbuild-the-muscle way, but of the I’ve-a-job-to-do-and-need-a-body-that-works sort.

  He takes the woman at the shoulders. She’s all smiles, clearly very happy for him to do whatever he wishes, and as he stoops to kiss her, she leans in, contouring herself to him while his hands roam her; her waist, her tits, her ass.

  Then one hand reaches around to the fastening at the back of her dress. One-handedly he slips the small button free, gliding down the zipper, and although she has her back to me, I see the wriggle of her hips as she moves to accommodate him.

  He glances up, sees me watching, then smiles and drops me a wink. He says something to her, a question on his face, before she nods and he turns her by the shoulders to face me while he slips the dress from her shoulders. Her Dom doesn’t seem to mind, sitting back with a voyeuristic smile as Blondie displays the woman to me.

  Trying to stay casual, I lean against the wall, sipping at my own wine as the display unfolds. But my cock is twitching as the dress falls to the ground. She’s wearing nothing underneath and has the figure to get away with it. Cupping a breast with one hand, Blondie runs one hand down her belly, heading south with the other. Her face has the glazed expression of growing arousal and her lips are parted.

  Am I just a voyeur for this? Or will I be able to….

  Abruptly, the Dom stands, grabbing the woman by an arm and pushing her down onto the bed. He flips her onto all fours, pulling her ass up to display her pussy. Blondie says something, head-pointing at me, but the Dom snaps an obvious ‘No’.

  Blondie turns to me, shrugs an apology across the room and then returns his attention to the woman.

  Damn!

  I could stay and watch the rest, but my pants are tight and I want to do more than spectate. As I turn away, there’s a curvy little redhead standing close, looking at up at me.

  “Hi, I’m Jeannie.”

  “Hello, Jeannie.”

  “I’ve seen you here before. You like to take charge, don’t you?”

  “I do, yes. Is that what you had in mind?”

  “You like it rough too. I saw you last week, with that other girl. You paddled her good.”

  My voice dry. “If you saw that much, then you saw that I didn’t get any complaints either.”

  She grins, then turns, walking away, but as she’s about to round the corner, she glances back at me, her eyes full of invite. Knocking back the remains of my wine, I follow her.

  She settles in another of the public rooms, the viewing ports filled with shadowy faces. Lying on the couch, giving me the eye, she arches back, legs slightly akimbo.

  I stand over her, looking down. She seems to have a taste for submission….

  …. or why would she have invited me?

  And why would I disappoint her?

  …. Watching her, I undo cuffs and buttons, stripping off my shirt, then kick off my shoes. “You like it rough too, then?”

  She grins again, flips over and presents her be-pantied backside. Sitting by her, I push up her skirt past her waist, stroke her thighs, gauging her reaction. She’s panting already, ready to be fucked. I’ll be happy to oblige; my cock is pushing hard inside my pants.

  I slap her across the ass, over her panties and she gasps, but pushes her pretty derriere back towards me.

  Tugging down her panties, I slap again, then slide a couple of fingers between her legs. She’s nicely wet, but her cheeks could be a bit pinker, so I give it to her again, this time aiming for a real sting.

  She yelps and judders. “What are your safety words?” I ask.

  “Bambi and Thumper’ she replies

  Where the fuck did she gets those from?

  Nevertheless, I swipe across her skin once more, and now she’s really beginning to bloom. The heat of her reddened skin warms my hand as I rub at a spot, then slap again, and again.

  My cock’s ready to burst out, so I unzip, shrug off my pants, and kneel between her legs.

  She likes it rough?

  Let’s give her what she wants….

  I jam my knees between hers, forcing her legs wide, exposing her red and glistening pussy, pushing a couple of fingers inside. Pumping her a bit, I enjoy her wet heat and the wriggling of her hips. Then I angle to scrape at her inner wall and she yells. She seems to be enjoying it, and she’s making some good noises as I work her up.

  My cock’s ready for action and my balls are tight. She turns to lo
ok over her shoulder as she hears the rip of foil, then sings out as I spear her hard.

  Fucking her deep, ramming home, I hilt myself inside her. It’s got to be hurting her, but she doesn’t call her safe-word and she’s screaming her arousal as she tries to both escape and embrace the pounding I’m giving her

  I settle into a rhythm; a hard slap across her butt, then another, and while she’s still in mid-yelp, I fuck her again, pistoning in for two or three thrusts before withdrawing and giving her ass another swipe.

  I’m getting close, but I want her to come first, so as I slam into her, I reach around, rubbing at her clit, which is as hot and wet and swollen as her pussy, erect and sensitive.

  “Bambi!” she yells, and arching backwards, she jerks into orgasm, trying to buck. I hold her tight at the hip, still pounding into her, but relax a bit on her clit, just winding circles around it with a finger. Her cunt pulsing around my shaft, she clenches at me and my own climax is coming. As she screams “Thumper!”, I release her clit and drop over her as I come myself, shooting hard as my cock and root and balls shudder and pulse.

  I pull out of her with a final slap on the butt. She yelps, but turns back to me, smiling. “Thanks, er…?”

  “James.”

  “Thanks, James.”

  “You’re welcome, Jeannie.”

  “Perhaps I’ll see you again.”

  “Perhaps.” I nod.

  “Next week, maybe?”

  Shaking my head, “I’ll not be here next week. Another time, perhaps.”

  “I’d like that.”

  She pulls her clothes into a bundle and heads out in the direction of the showers.

  As I pull on my pants, heading for the showers myself, Blondie’s there at the end of the aisle, watching.

  How long was he there?

  He grins and winks at me again, then turns and walks away.

  _________________

  Seven Years Ago

  Michael

  He’s here again, the tall, dark-haired Dom I saw giving Jeannie a hard time….

  Not that she didn’t enjoy it….

  I’ve not seen him for a few weeks, but he’s there propping up the bar again with a wine glass in his hand.

  He’s barely drinking though….

  Watching what’s going on….

  Might as well say Hi….

  I order a beer, then amble across to lean back against the bar nearby and nod a hello to him. He acknowledges it with a tilt of his glass.

  “Not seen you for a couple of weeks.”

  “No,” he agrees, sipping his wine, “I don’t live in the area. I travel here on business every so often.”

  “Oh? Where’s home then?”

  He takes a large mouthful of his wine….

  Stressful question?

  “Wherever I hang my hat, really.”

  Odd reply….

  Time to break the ice….

  I offer my hand. “Michael Summerford.”

  He accepts it with a sharp, business-like tug and a brief smile. “James Alexanders.” There’s a short silence; the kind where strangers are angling for a suitable topic of conversation, then “You’re local yourself, then? Here regularly?” he asks

  “Me? Oh, yes. Born and bred in the area. And yes, I’m here, or at one of the other clubs two or three times a week.”

  His brows arch. “No.… um…. regular girlfriend, then? No Mrs Summerford?”

  I shake my head. “No, I like to keep things uncomplicated. My life’s too busy for….” I make air commas with two sets of fingers…. “…. relationships.”

  “How’s that, then? The too busy part?”

  Is he actually interested...? Or just being polite?

  “I run my own business. It’s building up nicely, but I work every hour God sends to keep it on the rails. You know how it’s been since the Crash.”

  He nods. “Oh, yes, I do know. So, what do you….?”

  His question is cut off by the arrival of Chloe.

  Chloe and I are old friends, in the ‘Fuck, have fun and leave it at that.’ sense. And she’s a looker, with a good figure that she keeps in trim by working out hard at the gym. And given that I get the benefits, without ‘complications’, I’m happy for her to use my facilities at the Centre.

  “Hi, Michael.” she says, sashaying across the dance-floor, wearing her ‘Fuck Me’ smile. “Nice to see you again. Want to play?”

  “Oh, I think so. Would you like a drink first?”

  “No, I’ve had a couple already. I’m looking for a bit more right now. Or,” she glances at James, “am I interrupting something?”

  “Not at all,” he says, forestalling my attempt to disentangle myself and take up Chloe’s offer without embarrassment, “we were just chatting. Go enjoy yourselves.”

  His face very straight, he eye-points me at Chloe.

  Very decent of you….

  _______________________

  Chloe does rather a good striptease; it’s her speciality and I know she enjoys exhibiting herself as much as I enjoy the show. And of course, whoever’s in the viewing galleries gets the benefit too.

  I lie back on the bed, watching her peel off a skin-tight lycra dress to reveal that’s she’s wearing a g-string underneath and no more, unless you want to count her earrings.

  Her figure is good, not spectacular, but because she’s fit and toned, she still looks great and with her medium-large tits, she doesn’t need a bra either. She’s quite dusky-skinned, some variety of South-American I think, and her nipples are dark and brown against the coffee of her breasts. As she sways and shimmies for me, a crowd is gathering outside the viewing port, enjoying her performance and my cock is nudging awake.

  She’s an uncomplicated soul is Chloe, and I know she doesn’t stand on ceremony, so I stand to quickly strip off, then sit again, patting the bed next to me.

  Undulating onto the sheet, she lies on her back, knees slightly parted. The invite is clear, and, I can’t help but notice, she’s giving the audience a view of her pussy. She enjoys an audience does our Chloe.

  How to play it….?

  I kneel up and across her, straddling her waist, so my shaft’s on offer if she feels like wrapping her mouth around me. I’m sure she will. It’s just a matter of when.

  …. spilling over your tongue while you look up at me with those big brown eyes….

  She’s colouring up nicely, her skin pinking and sheening with perspiration. And as I play with her nipples, sucking at one while I pinch at the other with thumb and forefinger, she quivers under me, the tremble in her muscles transmitting through to my thighs.

  Time to up the game a bit….

  Wonder how wet you are? Let’s find out….

  Reaching behind me, I probe between her legs, inching between her labia to her clit. She’s nicely wet, whimpering beautifully as I play with her, flicking with the pad of a finger at her sweet spot. Working her clit with one hand, a nipple with the other, my angle’s a bit awkward, but I know she likes it….

  But it’s not quite right, is it….?

  …. I sense that I’m not quite hitting the mark with her. She’s enjoying herself, but her arousal’s not ramping up as I’d like.

  What’s missing?

  “What is it, Chloe? Am I doing something wrong?”

  She hesitates.

  Yes…. I’m doing something wrong….

  “Don’t worry. Tell me. I’ll not be offended. My ego will cope.”

  Tell me…. Then I know for next time….

  I smile to reassure her. If I’m missing something, I want to know what. “Come on, out with it.”

  “I’d like you to be a bit rougher.”

  “Rougher? You’ve never asked for that before. I didn’t know you liked….”

  “You’re lovely, Michael, but sometimes a girl likes a bit more….” She swallows her words, then, “It’s quite nice to be, um, manhandled a bit.”

  Manhandled?

  “You want me to
knock you about?”

  I’m about to back off. I’m really not comfortable delivering that kind of thing, but as I hover over what to do….

  Don’t want to disappoint the girl….

  And my cock aches….

  …. I see that out in the viewing gallery is James. Having watched his performances, I know he has no trouble giving a woman as much heat as she wants. They usually scream their safety words before he gives up.

  I bend close by her face, keeping my voice low. “Chloe, how do you feel about having two of us? That guy you just met is out there, and he loves that sort of thing.”

  “Two of you?”

  “Yes, two.”

  She smiles and arches. “That’s kind of kinky.” Her words sound as though she’s protesting, but her body language says otherwise.

  “Having sex in front of an audience, and asking a man to rough you up isn’t exactly vanilla.”

  She pauses, sucking at her lip then, “Why not? It sounds really sexy.”

  I kiss her cheek. “Good Girl. Now, stand up and bend over the bed.... No, this way, I want him to see your ass.”

  I look back out at the viewing gallery, picking James out of the crowd. I make a slapping motion over Chloe’s ass and a ‘come hither’ sign to him.”

  He glances either way at the gathered audience, then points at himself, the question on his face.

  I nod. Yes, you.

  As I unlock the door, James strolls in, hands in pockets, a smile playing around his eyes, and I re-bolt the door behind him. He gazes down at Chloe, towering over her. She, her face pressed sideways against the bed, looks back up at him, her expression alternating between curiosity, anticipation and worry.

  Wondering if you’ve bitten off more than you can chew?

  Perhaps you have….

  “Chloe, this is James. James, this is Chloe. I think the two of you would enjoy getting to know each other.”

  He stands looking down at her, very casual but every inch the Dom. “Hello, Chloe.” He’s not smiling, exactly, but there’s a softness around his eyes. “Nice to meet you.” And now, in this situation, I notice the deep, rich tone to his voice; the kind that makes women wet in their panties.