Buying the Virgin

Chapter 7: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Seven

“Charlotte,” says my Master. “Turn a little. I want to see you.”

Obediently, I turn, Michael following me from below. “Good girl. Now play with your nipples. Pinch them

and roll them. Get them hard for me.”

Again, I obey, but with difficulty, as I am being distracted by Michael’s parting of my pussy lips with his

fingers, his fingertip exploration inward, and the heat of his breath over my thighs. I am already wet as

his fingers slide in, then thrust sharply upwards and…and…what?

Gasping, I stagger, an exquisite sensation piercing upwards through me. “What…? How…?” I don’t

know how to frame the question.

Michael saves me the trouble, grinning as he pulls back to look up at me. “It’s your G-spot Charlotte. I

love making women jump that way, more so when they don’t expect it.” He watches my face, his fingers

insistently pushing and sliding against my inner walls. Self-control failing, my knees begin to buckle and

I flail out, seizing him by the shoulders to keep my balance. “That’s okay Charlotte,” he says. “Lean on

me. Let’s get you nice and liquid before James and I fuck you.”

He is succeeding. His hand is slippery with my pussy juices, and I can hear a sort of suction as his

fingers work my inner wall. Staggering again as his thumb joins the party, flicking against my clit, I gasp

and buck, struggling now to stay upright.

“Time to get you off your feet girl, I think,” he says. “What do you reckon, James?”

“Couldn’t agree more.” And I am swept up by two pairs of arms, deposited on the bed and pulled

upright, but on my knees.

Kneeling on the bed, I am sandwiched. My Master, close behind me, hooks his arms under mine,

pulling me backwards, and supporting me against his chest. His hands slip down over my belly, through

curls, to my pussy lips, fingers parting me, exposing my clit and cunt to Michael, displaying me. “Open

your legs further,” he whispers to me, his face close to mine, skin hot against me, fragrant with sweat

and wine.

I am acutely conscious that I am naked, more than naked, exposed, whilst these two men are still fully

dressed. True, both have erections obvious through their clothing but…

As Michael drops down between my thighs, my Master’s voice whispers again. “Watch him. Watch his

tongue curl around your clit. Look in the mirrors.”

In the pale golden light of the candled mirrors, Michael laps at me. As the tongue slides over me,

electricity firing up through me, the voice continues. “He’s tasting you. Your sweet pussy. Just as I did

last night. As I’m going to again in a little while when he has made you ready for me. Are you wet

Charlotte?”

“Mmm, yes,” I choke out. ‘Wet’ is the wrong word. ‘Flooding’ would be more correct. Michael’s working

of my bud and lips is driving me gently crazy, my engorging sex pulsing under every stroke and

movement of his tongue.

“Can you support yourself on your feet? Lift your hips upwards?” asks my Master, still close to my ear.

“I’ll help support you.” Michael clearly hears him too, and glances up, grinning.

“I think so Master.”

“Good, one, two, now,” and as I lift myself, my Master heaves me up, spreading my legs wider apart.

“Excellent,” he continues. “Now he can really get at you. But you’re not allowed to cum. Not yet. Do you

understand? You can’t cum yet. I want to watch you awhile longer.”

“I think so Master, but I’m not sure how to stop it.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll stop it. And so will Michael. You’re not going to cum until you’ve earned it.”

“How do I earn it Master?”

He chuckles. “You going to suck us both off, and you’re going to fuck and be fucked by both of us.”

At some level, I feel I should be alarmed by this, but no, Michael is licking out my pussy and I can feel

my orgasm beginning to rise. “Tell me Charlotte. Which of us do you want to cum in your mouth?”

continues my Master.

At these words, my orgasm suddenly rises out of control, spiralling up from my core, sending

undulating waves of pressure through my cunt, my thighs, my stomach. I scream and buck in my

Master’s hold, Michael pushes his face hard into me, sucking at my pussy, hanging onto my hips as I Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

squirm and writhe in ecstasy. His probing tongue sweeps around inside my pussy muscles as I cum

into his mouth. Straining and rocking against the man holding me from behind, and the one cleaning

out my pussy with his face, I shudder and gasp ecstatically.

Orgasm subsiding, my racing pulse slowing a little, my Master mutters, “So much for self-control. You

weren’t supposed to do that, Charlotte, but I’ll forgive you since I pushed you over the edge myself.

Now, to repeat my question, which of us is going to cum in your mouth Charlotte? Your choice.”

How do I answer a question like that? “I don’t know Master.”

“Not a good answer. Let’s see if we can help. Michael, if you would…”

Michael grabs me by both wrists, pulling me forward and up. I struggle a little from my splayed-leg

position but end up tipped forward, on my hands and knees, looking up at Michael. He stands, looking

down at me, and methodically strips off his clothes. His eyes are smiling at me, but it is more than a

smile. Inexperienced as I am, I recognise sheer, clean animal lust when I see it. Naked, he is glorious,

arms and legs firm, with strap-like muscles, lean and broad-chested. Definitely, this man works out or

does some kind of physical job for a living. His erection twitches against a flat belly and now his smile

reaches his lips. “Like what you see?” he asks.

Running hot and wet, despite my earlier climax, inside I am stirring again. I nod, swallowing hard.

My attention on Michael, I have failed to notice what my Master is doing. My peripheral vision picks up

movement in one of the mirrors. He has also undressed and, now also naked, is watching me,

watching Michael. “Enjoying yourself, Charlotte?” he asks. “I said I’d look after you. If you’re going to

fuck for fucking’s sake, it might as well be with someone good-looking.”

I have no time to think of a suitable reply, as both men move in on me, Michael’s cock at my face, my

Master’s erection pressed up to my rear, probing between my wet and swollen pussy lips.

The cock in front of me is thick and veiny, deep purple-red, and glistening at the tip. From behind, my

Master holds me by my long copper hair, pulling my face back and up. As he slides inside me from

behind, he says, “Open wide Charlotte.” Obediently I spread my legs wider. “Good girl, but I meant at

the other end.”

My Master, entering my pulsing and engorged pussy, makes me gasp anyway, and, as my mouth

opens, the cock in front of me presses against my lips. A voice says, “Suck it Charlotte. Lick it.”

Looking at the size of the thing, I’m dismayed. I can’t possibly get this all in my mouth. I have read of,

seen films of, how a woman is supposed to take a man’s cock all the way into her mouth. With the

reality facing me, it is impossible. I do my best, licking at the silky skin of the head and the ridge, tasting

for the first time, a man’s pre-cum, a strange salt-sweet-bitter taste mingling with the musky scent of his

skin and groin.

“Very good Charlotte.” I am not sure who says it. My Master is pumping me at the rear, still firmly

gripping my hair, keeping my face level with Michael’s shaft and balls, despite the rocking movement of

him fucking me.

Michael is holding me, supporting himself on my shoulders. As I open my mouth wider, to try to

accommodate his cock, to suck him, his hips start gently to thrust as he face-fucks me.

It is strangely satisfying, this sensation of being filled from both ends. I hear gasps and groans, but am

uncertain as to where each is coming from. The cock in my mouth, already large when I first wrapped

my lips around it, seems to be growing ever firmer and thicker, while a thin stream of creamy fluid is

filling my mouth and dribbling from my lips. As it presses deeper and harder into my mouth and throat, I

begin to gag.

“Feel like a change Michael?” asks my Master’s voice.

“Abso-fuckin-lutely.”

The cock in my pussy abruptly withdraws, as does the one in my mouth.

“I think I’ve decided Charlotte,” says my Master, slapping me on the rump as he does so. “I’m going to

be the one who comes in your mouth. But first, you have to lick me clean. Let’s get you trained up a

little in the gentle art of cock-sucking.”