Buying The Virgin Part 1-3
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…
my thighs, my Master’s voice whispers again. “Watch him.
the voice continues. “He’s tasting you. Your sweet pussy. Just as
is the wrong word. ‘Flooding’ would be more correct. Michael’s working of my bud and lips
hips upwards?” asks my Master, still close to my ear. “I’ll help support you.”
“I think so 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.
Master, but I’m not sure how
worry. I’ll stop it. And so will Michael. You’re not going to cum until you’ve earned
do I earn it
you’re going to fuck and be fucked by both
is licking out my pussy and I can feel my orgasm beginning to rise. “Tell me Charlotte. Which of
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 squirm and writhe in
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
a question like that? “I
a good answer. Let’s see if we can help. Michael,
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
and wet, despite my earlier climax, inside I