Chapter 16: Bought By The Headmaster 005

It’s so filling, so intrusive, so much all at once. I’m almost overcome.

And then he turns it on.

It’s like he turned on a live current. Lightening courses through me, starting in my ass, traveling through every limb and nerve, and ending in a cloud containing my clit and my g-spot. And then the electricity starts to jump between them in little jolts, and my whole body starts to tremble with what’s coming. It builds so quickly again, and my orgasm racks my body like a storm. I scream, and I scream, and I scream, and it thrashes me to within an inch of consciousness, pulsing from my contracting ass through my pussy, my stomach, my legs.

When it’s over my legs can’t hold me, and the man behind me puts his arm around my bent waist, gently walking me forward so I can rest on my knees. The man in front of me cups my chin, tilting my head up.

“She’s ready.”

Holy shit. Now I’m ready?

The man behind me slips an arm between my legs and around my waist, and lifts me up and carries me forward, and when he lowers me down, there’s a man beneath me. The man beneath me spreads my legs as I come down so that I’m straddling him, and the part of my brain that still works is now dizzy with anticipation. He runs his hands up and down my body, getting his fill of my curves, before settling his hands on my hips. He positions me slightly, so that for just a moment I can feel his dick poised below my cunt, and then suddenly he pulls me down as he thrusts up, spearing me on his cock.

Finally, finally. I moan with gratitude as he starts to fuck me from below, and even though I know I shouldn’t, I start to ride him, grinding my hips with his. I hear someone fiddle with the lead attached to my bound wrists, and the line goes slack just before the man below me reaches up and pulls me down, putting my arms around his neck. It pushes my clit against the base of his cock, and his dick against the back walls of my passage, the wall it shares with my tender ass.

“Yes!” I utter, before I remember that I haven’t been given permission to speak. The man behind me remembers, and he slaps my ass, hard, before pushing me further down. More cold lube drips down into my crease, around my well used asshole, and now, finally, I know what’s coming.

Thank you, Griff.

The man below me stops thrusting into me just long enough for the man behind me to position his cock at the tender flesh of my puckered asshole. Slowly, slowly he eases his cock into my ass, until I’m filled, I’m overflowing, with two men, two dicks. There’s no more room for anything else, no thought, no mind, no feeling other than this. I don’t think I can handle anything more.

And then they start moving.

Alternating thrusts, one two, one two, one man’s hands on my hips, the other on my bruised breasts, the heads of their cocks scraping past each other with my tender flesh in between. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out; it’s beyond sound. I can’t even remember to breathe at first, and I almost pass out. I slump over the man below me, who’s fucking my pussy so good, and little sparks start to shoot down my limbs, through my body, and the feeling starts to build in me like a firestorm. The wrongness of it, of that cock in my ass, pushes me closer and closer to the edge, and the man below me moves his hand down, his thumb on my clit, and then I’m really screaming.

They pick up the tempo as fire swirls inside me, and I’m almost begging them to stop, to fuck harder or to stop, because if I stay like this, suspended in this fire, I’m pretty sure I’ll die. My breath is just coming as a series of hiccups now, my eyes wide open, unblinking, beneath my blindfold, and suddenly it’s upon me: my entire existence contracts into one, glowing ball, and then explodes outward, shattering me into a million pieces, crushing those pieces into dust. The contractions keep going and going, pulsing on and radiating to every part of my body, and I think it’s possible that I had a stroke.

I can’t speak.

I can barely breathe.

I feel my pussy and my ass milking both of those dicks, and suddenly I’m too weak to hold myself up any longer. I slump fully on top of the man below me, and the one behind me leans on my back with one hand, grabbing my shoulder with the other, and if I thought I was getting fucked before, I didn’t know what fucked was. He slams in and out of me, in long, strong strokes, faster and faster, and the man below me matches him, now in synch so that they both ram into me at the same time, both pull out at the same time.

I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m coming again, so quickly, and I scream but the sound is hoarse. My eyes are watering beneath the blindfold, and I’ve lost feeling in my legs, and all I need is to come again and cease to be.

“Please, please, please,” I beg them, and they hear me.

This time when I come I pull the orgasm out of them, first the man in my ass, then the man in my cunt, filling me one final time. When I fall on top of the man below me, I’m weeping gently, just from being overwhelmed. I try to find the words to tell them – whoever they are – thank you, and I find that I can’t move my lips properly; my entire face feels funny, like it’s on pins and needles. I just weep into his chest for a while, while the man behind me cleans me up, and eventually someone unbinds my wrists. I move to take my blindfold off, but a gentle hand stops me.

I’m not to know who they are.

When I try to get up, I fall, and one of them catches me. He helps me into a robe of some sort, impossibly soft, and then he picks me up, cradling me in his arms.

I don’t know where we’re going, and I don’t care. I curl into his chest and breathe deeply.

Griff.

It’s him. It must be. His scent.

I almost ask, but then I think better of it. I’ll enjoy it for what it is. I’m not surprised or unnerved when he leans down and deposits me on a car seat; I guess I’ve grown accustomed to being blind in this short time. And I’m not surprised when I hear the door opposite me open, and a man gets in. I just snuggle up next to him, safe in the crook of his arm.

As the car begins to move, a hand reaches up and tugs the blindfold down around my neck. I look up at Griff’s face, and smile softly. Tiredly.

He grins.

“Good girl

.” He says.

Best. Dom. Ever.

The End.