Meanwhile, Miss Britt had got herself on her knees in front of me and seemed to me making a move towards my waistband.
‘What’s this?’ I asked Sofia.
‘We’ve discussed how a slut thanks a gentleman,’ she said. ‘Haven’t we, slut?’
Celia nodded. She had her fingers on my fly.
‘How’s that then?’ I asked. Mind you, I had an idea, and I liked it a lot.
‘Tell him, slut.’
‘A slut thanks a gentleman by drinking his seed,’ she said.
‘Well, thanks for telling me. I’m new to all this, you see.’
I might have felt a bit shy or embarrassed about having my prick out in front of perfect strangers, both of them women, but if I did, I got over it pretty quickly.
My last reservations were long gone by the time she bent her head and took me into her mouth. Ah, God, that girl could suck. I was surprised, actually, and I said as much to Sofia.
‘I’ve had her practise every night this week on different sized dildos,’ she said.
The thought of this, combined with the sight of her bright red lips wrapped around my cock and the gorgeous, deep, wet warmth, and everything that had gone before made me lose control of myself a bit. I came much too quickly, a bit disappointing, really. I wanted to keep her at it for a good ten minutes. In the end I only managed about two.
She sucked it all out of me and swallowed it down.
‘You’re a marvel,’ said Sofia, coming to stand behind her and then massaging her shoulder blades. ‘Your first blow job in front of other people and you aced it, slut. I’m very proud of you. He didn’t stand a chance against my perfect little slut.’
She flashed me quite an evil smile, and I felt all that shyness and embarrassment cover me. It took its time, but it got there in the end. I zipped up sharpish and resigned myself to spending the rest of the scene in the role of observer.
‘Nobody holds a candle to Sofia when it comes to training subs,’ said Peregrine, who’d been watching the whole thing as if he were at a play.
‘Now then, madam,’ said Sofia, clapping her hands again. ‘You’re well warmed up and it’s time to get serious. Up with you.’
She stood up. Her lipstick was smeared and her thighs were gleaming with juices. I was semi-hard again by the time Sofia had marched her to a carved wooden chest and made her bend over it with her palms flat on the top.
She was left there for as long as it took for the other two to nip outside for a smoke break. I thought I should talk to her, but I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat there and watched her. There was still a lot of colour in her rear cheeks. I wondered how hard Sofia was going to spank her, and for how long.
Just before the others came in, I blurted, ‘Are you OK?’
And she said, ‘Don’t worry.’ And then I couldn’t think of anything else, so we just waited for Sofia and Peregrine to come back in.
Sofia was holding a leather strap, a good, thick one with a handle at one end. She went straight over to Celia and made her sniff it.
‘Your old friend, slut, come to play with you,’ she said. ‘Aren’t you pleased to see him?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’
‘So show him. Give him a kiss.’
She kissed the strap. I was hard again by then.
‘And a lick for luck.’
She ran her tongue along the rough edge of it. Sofia pushed it into her mouth a bit, gagging her, then pulled it out and with some kind of fancy flicking movement, snapped it straight down on Celia’s poor bum.
‘He burns, doesn’t he? I’m going to give you thirty, slut. Push that bottom right up for me, legs wide so the gentlemen can see everything, please.’
Celia moaned, but she did as she was told.