Buying the Virgin

Chapter 28: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Twenty-Eight

“What about you Master?” I ask. “What do you want?”

He leans against the wall, watching under hooded lids, looking almost, disinterested. But I know him

too well for that.

“Oh, don’t worry about me Charlotte,” he replies, laconically. “I’m very happy to watch my friends here

get you ready for me. In a few minutes, I’m going to spread your legs and you’re going to come, while I

drink from your pretty, abused little pussy.”

My inner muscles twitch at his words and a frisson runs through me. My Master, seeing me react, and

with eyes smiling, leans back against the wall, arms folded, to watch.

From below me, Daniel says “Don’t try to move Charlotte. It wouldn’t work. Stay put. We’ll do the work.”

Good advice.

I ready myself. With Daniel already deep inside me, Michael nudges at my lips, then slowly slides in.

His hands cupped around my chin he starts to thrust to a slow, steady tempo.

My mouth gagged, I cannot speak as, behind me, Borje pushes inwardly, past my ring of muscle,

testing me. Once, twice, thrice, widening me, opening me further with each entry. As he penetrates me,

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So far as I am able, tethered as I now am at all points, I try to accommodate Michael. His cock, sleek

and warm and pungent, tasting of sex and desire, fills my mouth, reaching almost to my throat. But

always he withdraws before I might gag. He thrusts, withdraws, thrusts, withdraws. Each time he exits

completely. I can swallow and breath, and then I reach to take him in again. Each time, I relax my lips

to allow easy entry, tighten them as he withdraws.

He releases his hold of my face, stretching up, hands clasped behind his head as his loins continue

their steady rhythm.

Borje and Daniel are beginning to pump me, from behind and below. They work together, in a rhythm,

thrusting in turn, one penetrating as the other withdraws. As I rock back and forth under them, I

shudder and quake, blood pounding and singing in my ears. My breasts swinging, my hips and

shoulders rocked by the two men fucking me behind, it is magical, and I would howl the glory of it, were

it not for my mouthful of Michael’s cock.

I feel, then see, Michael start to shudder. Despite being on all fours, I raise a hand to massage the root

of his cock, pressing in with my fingers to increase the pressure for him. His flesh pulses in my hand

and his balls are hot and tight. Through palm and mouth, I feel his building tension until, with a groan,

he comes. His cock throbs into me, and hot cum streams into my mouth. I suck and lap and swallow for

as long as he continues, before, with a gasp, he pulls free from me, to stand, still quivering, next to my

Master.

Immediately, Daniel, from below me says “Hey, my turn. Let me out.”

Pulling once more out of my pussy, he slides out from under me, scrambling to his knees. “No offence

Charlotte. You feel great inside, but I really want to face-fuck you.”

My pussy abandoned, Daniel shoves his cock to my face. Close-up, it is humongous, easily as long as

I had imagined, and wide too. Fat almost.

He actually looks embarrassed. “I know,” he says. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it easy.” And he offers the

monstrous, glistening cock to me.

“Lick me Charlotte,” says Daniel. “Lick me clean.”

I slide my tongue up his full length. From balls to head, I lick and suck my way. He seems to enjoy the

noises, so I make a show of slurping and gulping loudly, as I clean away my pussy juices and the thin

stream flowing from the slit.

“Now,” he says. “Open up.” And as I part my lips, he pushes inside.

I do my best with the huge member, stretching my jaws wide and taking as much as I can without

gagging. I can do nothing; it is simply too large. I simply receive what is given to me.

My eyes rolling, I see my Master is watching with keen attention.

Still watching out for me?

I think so, yes. This could easily get out of hand, but I know he will not allow it.

“Try to suck if you can,” says Daniel. “I know it’s difficult for you. Just do your best.”

Borje, at my rear, is beginning to shudder. “Oh God, that looks hot.”

In the mirrors, he pumps at my ass, all the while watching Daniel feeding me his shaft.

Borje, very flushed, sweat streaming down his face, pauses in his pumping, looks skywards, then

downwards, and with a groan, presses himself into me, hips quivering and grinding as he comes.

Daniel is very gently working his cock-head in my mouth. In and out he goes, while I suck and lick as

well as I can. He fingers his shaft, squeezing and rolling it with a ringed thumb and forefinger. I wouldn’t

have believed it possible, but the enormous organ swells even further, all but disabling my jaws, and

my ability to anything but simply stay still, allowing Daniel to use my face and mouth.

His breathy panting is growing. I hear his drumming heartbeat. As the throbbing cock starts to pulse, at

the last moment he pulls out of my mouth and cum shoots, sticky and white, over my face. I try to catch

some with my lips, reaching out, but suddenly find myself pulled from behind, by Borje, upright into a

kneeling position. The remainder of Daniel’s load splatters across my breasts and stomach.

Daniel regaining his breath, looking at me, gives me one of the widest, whitest smiles I have ever seen,

and stroking the side of my face, says “Thank you Charlotte. That was amazing. Your Master is a lucky

man.”

“Speaking of which,” comes my Master’s velvet tones. “I believe that makes it my turn.”

“She hasn’t called your card.” says the American who, sitting on the end of the bed, has been watching

the entire display.

”King,” I say, immediately.

Did they seriously think that, with me dealing the cards, my Master would be holding anything but the

King of Hearts?

He smiles and holds up the card for all to see.

Softly, he says, “Sit back Charlotte. Make yourself comfortable.”

I perch myself on the edge of the bed, propping myself on my elbows so that I can look down, watch

my Master at his work. My first ever orgasm was gifted to me, by my Master, this way. It could have

been the worst day of my life, but my Master made it the best.

He kneels between my legs and then, with his dark eyes, lambent in the candle-light, invites me to

swing them over his shoulders. I settle myself, bare feet resting either side of his sinewy back.

My Master scents my sex, my sweat, my juices, and my pussy flutters as he tugs gently at my labia

with his teeth. The heat of his breathing washes over my folds, and my clit twitches.

My heartbeat accelerating, he slips a finger into me, making a couple of short thrusts, gauging my

reaction.

Lips a little parted with my panting, my face glowing, I watch my Master at his work, smiling widely in

anticipation of what is to come.

He returns the smile, blowing me a kiss, and then, crooking the finger up inside me, he works my sweet

spot. He knows me so well. The finger dances inside me, fox-trotting over my sensitised nerves and I

fling my head back, moaning loudly.

My audience gathers around, watching a maestro at work. Michael is wonderful, and the rest are fun,

but no-one knows me as does my Master.

Withdrawing the finger, he laps at my burning, brimming cunt, swirling through my inner muscles as

they jump and skid and skip to his tune. He drives his tongue inside me, playing me like an instrument,

and I howl out my rising climax.

My orgasm shatters through me, raw, primaeval and utterly delicious. The sheer intensity of it sends

the blood singing through my brain. Flaming through me, pulses of heat radiate out from my blazing

core, and my back arches as I shudder my climax into my Master’s waiting mouth.

He laps and sucks and slurps at my gushing juices, drinking me in for as long as I can stand it. Finally, I

scream, “Enough Master! Enough.” and he pulls away, wiping his mouth.

Looking pleased, he leans forward, swinging my legs free of his body, and pushes me smoothly back

down to the bed, and thrusting hard, spears me with his cock.

My arms around his shoulders, his arms curved around my back in a tight embrace, we move together,

my hips rocking with his movement as my Master and I ride the wave.