Buying the Virgin

“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, the delicious sensation of being filled, of having every option taken, sends my heartbeat spiralling.

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.”

slides out from under me, scrambling to his knees. “No offence Charlotte. You

shoves his cock to my face. Close-up, it is humongous, easily as long as I had imagined, and

worry. I’ll take it easy.” And he offers the monstrous, glistening cock

Charlotte,” says Daniel. “Lick me

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

he says. “Open up.” And as

and taking as much as I can without gagging. I can do nothing; it is simply too large. I simply receive what is

my Master is

out for

think so, yes. This could easily get out of

says Daniel. “I know it’s difficult for you.

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

mirrors, he pumps at my ass, all the while watching

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

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

sticky and white, over my face. I try to

smiles I have ever seen, and stroking the side of my face, says “Thank you Charlotte. That was amazing. Your Master is

comes my Master’s velvet tones. “I believe that

American who, sitting on the end of the bed, has been

”King,” I say, immediately.

seriously think that, with me dealing the cards, my