Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Chapter 12: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Twelve

A loudly ‘whispered’ voice drifts over the room. “She’s soaked. Look!” Followed by several “Shhhh”s.

The red silk panties must be showing every mark and hint of moisture. I picture myself, blind behind the silk binding my eyes, spread for inspection to my audience, bare-breasted, sweat trickling between my flushed breasts, and my wetness showing dark against the scarlet silk of my knickers. When the panties go, I will have only my stockings and the necklace.

Breathing harder all the time, my excitement mounting, I feel my pulse beating hard, its tempo against the leather restraints of the cuffs.

Something in the air movements around me tells me that the body close to me is standing back a little - displaying me. There is no sense of close-by, physical, heat, no scent of after-shave or male sweat.

Nonetheless, fingers are rubbing at my crotch, over the panties, pressing into my curls beneath and exploring down and in. It is exhilarating, electrifying, and I moan loudly, my hips leaning into the probing fingers.

The fingers slide inside the panties, between my hot and sensitive folds, when a voice again calls, “Time.”

I cannot help myself, and I groan with disappointment as the fingers withdraw and footsteps retreat from me. My hips are beginning to buck and tremble of their own accord, warm juices dribbling down inside my thighs.

The game resumes: again the smack of cards on a surface; the rattle of counters.

“Deal.”

Slap.

“Deal.”

Slap

“Deal.”

Slap. “Damn.”

“Deal.”

Slap.

“Deal.”

“Twenty-one!”

Will someone finger my clit? Suck my pussy? I am

(How many? How many are there?), and then

over my breasts, briefly nipping soft teeth over a nipple, and I yelp. There is a soft chuckle of satisfaction, and the mouth continues down across my belly, to hover over my spread thighs. Fingers stroke the soft inner skin, upwards towards my sex, but not yet touching and I moan, trembling and quivering

Please…” I say, wanting to beg for more, but not

slips up past the sodden silk of my crotch and inwards, stroking forwards to my bud.

swirling between my lips, and over my clit. Any trace of self-control vanishes and I scream, writhing in my bonds,

me wide, thrusting, first gently, then

ready for a little more attention, don’t you think gentlemen? I would say she

of agreement

“Let’s get her down.”

“She’s itching for it.”

I want to be filled. I want my brains fucked out. I want to suck cock and swallow cum. I want every man here to get his cock inside

What am

I want

ankles are being released. Then my raised arms are released and lowered. The handcuffs

a voice says, “No,

anonymous, sexual tension is

leading me forward. More

the pants off

useless panties are tugged away, leaving my urgently

“Bend her over.”

“No, on her back.”

what she

It is my Master’s voice. And I am pushed down

spreading me. There is the sound of a zip and a cock

to have the fucking of

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