Buying the Virgin
Chapter 18: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Eighteen
Slowly Michael moves, a couple of light thrusts opening me, easing his way in before with a sigh, he slides inside me.
To the rear I feel the chill moisture of lube, then my Master as he inserts an experimental finger, circling and stretching me wider. Then he also, testing me first, smoothly inserts himself, full length, deep within me.
“Everyone comfortable?” whispers my Master.
There is a rumble of agreement from Michael. “Mmm,” I agree, biting my lips in anticipation.
I am quite unable to move. There is no question of my riding the rhythm of my Masters. On this occasion, I will simply be the vessel, not the participant. I will be fucked, pure and simple, from front and rear.
My Master starts it, slipping into a gentle, in-out rhythm. There is no pain, no discomfort, only the sensation of being repeatedly filled. Each time, he presses slowly into me, completely sheathing himself within me, before pausing to withdraw. Gently he moves - a gradual penetration of me.
Michael follows. Equally slowly, he enters me, coating himself in my wetness. He matches my Master’s rhythm, timing his slow thrusting to my Master’s beat.
Pinned front and rear, I lie still, my only movement, the rocking of my body in time to the double penetration of Michael and my Master.
It is slow. A gradual spiralling up the pathway of arousal, a smoking ember, being fanned to flame.
Caged between my two lovers, I am warm, a sheen of perspiration coating my breasts, pressed against Michael’s chest. My Master kisses the back of my neck, nibbling at my ear, the warm scent of his breath curling through my hair. His arms, curled around me, cup my breasts, presenting them to Michael who bends to caress them with his lips and to suck and bite gently at my pale skin.
My Master increases his beat, thrusting harder, deeper, faster. Michael matches him. Caught between the two, doubly pierced by them, I can only groan and gasp at the repeated sensation of being filled and voided, entered, fucked.
My pussy is creaming, juices spilling, working their way front and back. I smell of sex, of sheer animal desire.
Michael breaks beat. Now, instead of two cocks entering me together, I have two alternately, rocking back and forth to a pounding double beat. Michael’s curved position at my front is bringing his cock hard against my G-spot, and I know that he is straining to hit the right spot.
for my pleasure. They both are. I can feel it, see it. My Master’s breathing behind me is steady, not gasping or straining. He is enjoying
thrust. Instead, he presses inwards, hard, grinding his shaft in circles inside me. Placing a hand on my belly and pressing inwards, he sandwiches my G-spot
steady pound of my Master pistoning into me at the rear pins me further. I cry out, screaming
me harder, pounding inwards on me, harder and harder. I cannot speak now. I cannot yell. My only sounds are an inchoate outburst
fall. Michael, still watching me, winks, and reaches for something. Before I have time to register what it is, there is a buzzing and he
grinding me, but his shaft still fills my sopping cunt. And, as I am filled at the front and
except the sheer intensity of the sensations flowing through me, I am helpless to do
I scream. And cum.
thighs, my clenching cunt and palpitating clit, I thrash uselessly against my Master’s grasp. He holds me firmly, clasped in his
and on, until it is finally too
Michael. Stop. For
shoulders, stroking my hair. He is still inside me. How? I have no idea. But he is still
penetration, but he is careful, gentle, as he works to his
pressed against my back, his heartbeat echoes through me, beating harder, louder. With a shock, I realise that I am not just feeling his heartbeat, but actually
presses his cock deep into me. The pulsations of his
gasp, he withdraws, sliding out of me and releasing his death grip on
to lie on my back, settling into
steady, in, out, in, out, he strokes my face and kisses my lips. “I’ll miss you,” he murmurs, then he
it out for him, clenching my pussy muscles
as he says, “Stop that Charlotte. Stop. You can’t keep doing
to one side looks baffled.
me. “Your protégé has figured out that she can use certain of her muscles, rather than just enjoy the ride.”
in honour of a