Buying the Virgin

Chapter 17: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Seventeen

Michael’s thick shaft is growing ever more distended as I work it with my mouth and tongue. My jaws

wide and beginning to ache, a steady trickle of pre-cum lines my mouth with its delectable briny-sweet

taste.

The heat of breath disappears from my pussy. In the mirror, I see Michael’s head raised as he gasps

and pants, quivering on the edge of climax. My Master watches him, working his own erection ever

harder.

My lips sealed around his shaft, I feel Michael’s climax arising. The tension builds and the pulsing at

the root of his cock spreads to taut thigh muscles. His balls tighten and crinkle, writhing in their own

way, as I watch, fascinated.

With a groan he cums, and my mouth fills with hot cream, spurting to the rhythm of his pulsating root

and flooding me. I try to take it, swallowing hard and this time, I accommodate him. As his cock presses

into my gag spot, abruptly my throat relaxes, and he gushes directly and deeply in, loins grinding

against my face and shoulders, trembling and bucking as orgasm takes him.

With a last gasp, he slides free of me. As he does so, my Master steps forward, pulling me forward to

sit upright, helping me to breathe as I splutter and gasp.

“You okay, Charlotte?” he asks.

I do not quite have my breath back but, “Yes, I’m fine. Didn’t think I could do that. It’s okay. I just had to,

not breathe, for a few seconds.”

Michael has recovered himself and looks sheepish. “Thank you, Charlotte. I’m sorry. I truly didn’t mean

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“It’s fine really. And you’re welcome.”

“Get your breath back.” My Master sits next to me, stroking my back, his own cock trembling, the fluid

droplet at the end, quivering to a pulse beat. My wind recovered, I lean to drink in the milky bead,

mixing it in my mouth with the taste of Michael. Sliding my tongue over the silken skin of the cock-head,

I savour the taste of my Master.

For a few moments, he allows it, then pushing me down again onto my back, he straddles me, on all

fours, cock over my face, poised.

Michael parts my thighs once more, this time kneeling on the floor, leaning into me over the bed, face

into my liquid pussy.

Again, in the mirrors, peripherally, I can see them, each fucking me in different ways; the three of us

together, with a thousand candlelit reflections. Although my Master is waiting for me to serve him, I take

a moment to enjoy the sight; myself, laid and spread, Michael parting my folds with his tongue, and my

Master, with his thick cock aquiver over my face.

A nudge at my mouth reminds me of my duties, and I turn back to lick-fuck the shaft probing at me.

As I manoeuvre back into position, the seeping slit draws a thin line of pre-cum over my face, fragrant

and erotic. Greedily licking at the remainder, I open my mouth wide, ready to lap and suck and mouth.

“Just hold your mouth tight for me,” says my Master. “You don’t have to do anything. Just take me in as

far as you can.”

I draw my lips tight around, concentration made difficult by Michael’s working of my bud and pussy.

Finger fucking my cunt, and the other hand holding back the hood of my clit, his tongue is revolving the

hard nub, encircling it with a growing tension, a tidal heat that flows in waves outwards through my sex,

along my belly and thighs. Involuntarily, my hips move with the pulsating rhythm. Knees up and feet flat

down on the bed, it is easy for me to support myself, arching, to ease into Michael, to try to take him in.

My Master guides himself gradually between my poised lips, sliding in, little by little, not too deeply at

first. Then out again. In and out.

I hold him tightly as he exits; slacken a little as he enters. He seeps pre-cum, a trickle over my lips,

helping with lubrication. It is difficult to moisten his way with my mouth so full, and my tongue pinned to

the base of my jaw.

Michael’s work on my clit, his fingers grinding at my G-spot is bringing me rapidly to climax. I need to

pant, to gasp. Groaning and quivering, I try to keep up my performance on my Master, but

concentration is growing more difficult.

I think my Master knows this as he does not attempt to penetrate my mouth deeply, leaving my throat

free, and allowing me to breathe freely. Instead, he hovers between my lips, allowing me to suckle his

cock, to enjoy the now streaming, creamy flow.

My orgasm arises and blossoms. In waves of heat and electric, it pulsates through me. I cry out, a

triumphant wail, an exultant howl of glory. My hips bucking, Michael plants his tongue inside my

throbbing cunt, drinking my gushing pussy. On and on it goes. My body must know that our time

together is almost gone because my orgasm stretches and lasts seemingly forever.

As the glitter fades, I have a final moment as my Master cums and spurts. His cream jets, hot over my

lips and tongue, and as my mouth fills my pussy leaps again. I convulse, a paroxysm of pleasure once

more rippling through me.

The cock in my mouth juddering and dripping, my pounding cunt clenching and pulsating, I scream. My

hands flail, snatching at whatever is in reach: my Master’s thighs. My pelvis bucks and jerks and I find

myself whooping and laughing. It is so good, I don’t know what else to do.

I am still laughing as my Master pulls away from me and joins Michael, now sitting by me, watching my

performance with a sparkling smile.

“I trust all was in order my Lady?” he asks. Michael is not generally talkative, so I feel that I have made

an impression.

I lie back, limp, exhausted but grinning like an idiot. “You could say that.”

My Master looks amused. “You’re going to wear us both out Charlotte. Perhaps we should eat?”

We order food. Steak. Salad. Delicious little baby vegetables, steam-cooked and just crisp.

Strawberries and cream. Sitting together on the bed, we share a meal, drink champagne.

“So how shall we say goodbye, Charlotte? Tomorrow’s your last day with us. What would you like to

do?”

“Can we go somewhere? The beach again? The mountains? A park perhaps? A picnic would be lovely

again.”

We drive up to the mountains. The weather isn’t good enough for a picnic, but we find a hotel

overlooking the lake. Great wide picture windows display panoramic views of Heaven and, sitting at a

table eating our meal, we watch scudding clouds cast light and shade over sparkling waters.

Back at my Master’s apartment, our mood is quiet. This is our last evening.

I lie on my side, Michael curled in front of me, facing me. Behind me, my Master’s long frame is in

‘spoons’ position, nestled up close behind me. His long arms are wrapped around me in a loose

embrace, hands bedevilling my nipples, plucking and teasing, rolling already engorged flesh, between

thumb and forefinger.

His stiff cock presses hard against my back, the pulse of his heartbeat echoing through me,

counterpointing my own.

Sandwiched between my two Masters, I feel warm, secure and incredibly horny. Although I have barely

been touched as yet, my tight closeness with these two men, who take such pleasure in me and in my

own pleasure, is winding me gently up the road of arousal. Already I feel wet and ready, pussy vibrating

with anticipation, clit slowly pulsing.

A week ago, I knew nothing of this. I was waiting, afraid for what would happen to me over the next few

days, as I auctioned myself and my virginity to the highest bidder, hoping desperately that it would be

worthwhile, that I would earn enough funds to help me out of my poverty trap and through college to

the future I hoped for.

I was lucky. I know I was lucky. It could easily have been different if I’d had another buyer, a man of…

different tastes.

But the buyer was my Master here. He took my virginity so carefully, treating my first time as something

special. Then he introduced me to Michael, who again, has taken pleasure in pleasuring me.

Ah - the games we have played together…

My Master’s voice, close by my face, “Charlotte, lift your leg slightly. Swing it over Michael’s.”

Obediently, I comply, lifting so that my knee rests over Michael’s thigh. His erection also trembles

against me. Easing himself forward, he nuzzles against my engorged and slippery entrance, shifting

position carefully before he pushes inside.