Buying the Virgin

“Good,” says Kris. “Now, let’s get you warmed up. And his hand slaps across my butt cheeks, stinging hard. Blood singing in my ears, I yell and writhe, resisting the pain, but again, my pussy clutches and spasms.

And again, as his hand comes down a second time.

“Your Masters are correct, Charlotte. You do colour up beautifully.”

For a third time, he spanks my ass, with force enough to make me yell, then I hear the rasp of a zipper, a moment’s pause, and there is a cock being pushed inside my slick passage.

“I’m just taking it easy for now, Charlotte. Don’t want to finish myself off too soon. I want to see you getting the face-fucking you deserve first.”

He thrusts a few times, with the feel of a man warming himself over. “Gentlemen. If you would. Who’s first?”

My Master positions himself in front of me, unzipping, pulling out his cock. As he presents me his shaft, quiveringly hard, looking down he says “Intense enough for you?”

“Yes, Master. Definitely.”

“Remember. ‘Yellow’ and ‘Red’.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Don’t forget that.” He strokes my hair and cheek, then, holding my head steady with both hands, pushes inside my mouth. From my awkward position, I suck and lick, running my tongue over the rim of his cock-head the way he likes.

His cock is rock hard. He is certainly enjoying this, and a trail of pre-cum trickles over my lips.

“James,” says Kris. “Would you like to come back here? Allow some of our guests to enjoy the use of your sub?”

My Master, with a caress of my face, pulls out and after a brief moment, I feel one cock withdraw from my pussy, to be replaced by another. Holding me by the hips, my Master pumps me from behind.

Michael remains to the front of me, watching my face carefully. The last time we were here, I spaced out and did not say my safety words. Perhaps he is watching me for that again.

Of course he is.

A stranger is stripping off in front of me. Not bad looking, he has a headful of dark curly hair, matching that on his chest. Hazy blue eyes look down at me through thick black lashes. “Hello Charlotte,” he says. “I loved what you did back there. Steve always was a rude bastard. You are enjoying yourself now, are you?”

Dreamily I nod, and he smiles as his cock pushes at my lips. “This won’t take you long,” he says. “I’ve always loved redheads, and you really turned me on.”

His cock pokes over my lips, long and a bit thin, but already oozing. I suck at it, twining my tongue around the head, and as he has said, after only a few seconds, he grunts and jerks. His fingers wrapped into my hair, he pins my head as he shoots his load. I savour his hot cream as I swallow before he bends and kisses my forehead. “Thank you, Charlotte. I do hope we meet again. I’d like to spend more time with you if your Masters will allow.”

Behind me, my Master is breathing heavily, hips beginning to judder against mine. His stroke slows but strengthens. Each thrust is individual, withdrawing completely from me, then ramming back in. With a grunt, he presses in hard, grinding against me, before dropping down to lie, his chest on my back for a moment, his face resting against mine.

“Are you alright Charlotte?”

“Yes, Master, I’m fine.”

“Remember, ‘Yellow’ and’ Red’.”

“Yes, Master.”

Michael positioning himself to penetrate me. With one finger, he traces the smarting line of the crop. As his cock slides inside, he massages my

your lips around me.” I obey, rolling up my eyes to see my visitor. Blond and brown-eyed, he chews on his bottom lip, while stroking

do. Working him with my mouth and tongue and lips, I struggle. No trickle this; he flows constantly; a bitter-sweet stream of pre-cum, that blankets the inside of my mouth, leaving me constantly struggling to swallow, as he jams himself deep into me. Not quite deep enough to make me gag, but I think it is only the watchful presence of my Master and Michael that stops this jerk going

two, he groans and spurts. I gurgle and splutter as I

owner, it is only semi-erect. I try to take it, but

to go down that lovely throat of yours. And then I

Easier said than done.

in my mouth never really becomes hard; doesn’t begin to flow. I am bound at the wrists. My mouth is all I

over my lips and face, but never can I really take it

voice says - from who knows where in the crowd - C’mon, Kev. If you can’t get it up, make space for someone who

it up for you

and hard. As it prods

Charlotte. I heard a rumour you would be here tonight.

fact, he was one of my ‘Valentines’. A strikingly handsome man, he is some variety of Scandinavian, with silver-blond hair,

of my way to be here tonight when I heard you were coming. I’d love you to suck me

a ‘What’s that to do with me?’ kinda way. “You’d better

either, so you must be punished for that.” A hand slaps over my already sore buttocks, making me wince. Then again in the same

you already know

Borje seems very unsure of

the crop into his hand. “Borje. Charlotte has misbehaved. She was

pink ass though.” And he swipes his hand across my cheeks, then rubs into my pussy with what feels like his thumbs. “I know you can colour up better than that Charlotte.” And he smacks again,

“Borje. Use the

used one of these things. I

can learn.”

tickles past my ass, slipping over sweat-moistened skin and sending a frisson

“No. Harder.”

This time, it

Charlotte must be

Thwack!

down for a third time in Borje’s semi-willing hand, and this time, it has his

“Yellow! Yellow!”

Kris. “But

behind me, but I know where

padded block, I would collapse as

But even as I cry out, both my Master and Michael are

me onto the bed, writhing in his arms, as my pulverised clit

simply stands, holding the

pussy is flooding and clenching. My Master head-points Borje at me. “Well, finish the job you started. She’ll pop in about half

Borje’s face, but he drops down onto the bed next to

am gasping. “Don’t be sorry. Just finish me off Borje. I need to