Buying the Virgin

Shuddering and whimpering, supported by my Master, aroused by my Lover, I arch and writhe. Michael parts my pussy lips with his fingers, penetrating me with his tongue. My Master slides down to my clit with one hand, the other tweaking and pinching at a nipple.

Arousal sparkling through me, from my puckering nipples to my hardening clit, my core wells and melts as Michael laps at my flowing juices.

And then, again I see the eye contact between them, Michael looking briefly up, past my shoulder. He pulls away from me, swinging my feet back to the floor. Abruptly, I am pushed upwards by my Master, as he heaves me upright. Both men standing free of me, Michael, palm flat against my chest, simply pushes me backwards. Losing my balance, I fall back onto the bed, and Michael climbing me, straddling my chest, feeds me his trembling shaft. Huge now, and firm, red-purple, and scented delicately with Michael’s sweet aroma, it pushes at my lips, seeking access.

I cannot see what is happening beyond, but my knees are parted and raised as my Master settles between my thighs, his face pressed into my liquid sex.

I try to take the cock in front of me in my hands, but Michael seizes my wrists, raising my arms over my head, pressing them down on the bed. “Don’t move from that position,” he instructs. He sounds stern, but his eyes are twinkling.

“Tighten your lips.”

I wrap my lips around my teeth, and Michael pushes himself between, using my mouth to pleasure himself. The ridge of his cock-head squeezes past my lips and back again, in and out again, and all the time, he is flowing more heavily, a steady trickle of briny pre-cum, which gradually settles to my throat.

He withdraws for a moment. “Swallow,” he says, watching my face. I gulp, and he pushes back inside.

My pussy is electrifying under my Master’s attentions, sending stabs of pleasure spiking through me. Two fingers inside, scraping my sweet spot, he works my bud with his tongue, winding circles with the tip. The fleshy hood held back with a thumb, my naked clit quivers and pulses as he licks and flicks and sucks.

My breathing is ragged. Flushing hot, dripping with perspiration and perfumed with the delicious scent of my hugely aroused Lover as he face-fucks me, my control is slipping.

As my hips begin to jerk and quake, my fluttering pussy quivers towards climax. Michael, watching me closely, withdraws from me, simply stroking his erection over my face.

I shudder into orgasm, hips bucking, but pinned under Michael’s weight, cannot move otherwise. As I howl my release, vaguely conscious of being gripped at the thighs, my Master plunges his tongue deep inside me, working my pulsating inner muscles, swiping spirals inside me, drinking at my gushing cunt.

to my open, wailing mouth, he spurts his hot cream, some within, but most over my face

off me, onto the bed and behind, grabbing my wrists and pulling, holding me outstretched. I am

me, stretching me open, filling me, pounding me inside

whole world, eyes squeezed closed, I thrash and twist before,

mine. Supporting himself over me

top of me. “Ye gods, that was

talkative as ever, before releasing

embrace. Michael takes my left hand, twiddling the

me, he also

*****

City again today, but I’ll be back tonight.” says my

glances across to me. “Lunch out? Nice Italian

great.” I smile. “Yes, Master,

the park and just enjoying being together. It’s a good day, but by the end of it, I’m happy

*****

the reception. “They’re still in the meeting,”

is taken by a large 3D model of a cityscape. Moving to examine it more closely, through a large internal glass window, I see my Master with another man.

up to see what the stranger was looking at, spotting me and giving a brief wave. He taps his watch

model captivates me. I can tell the area it represents, by the curve of the river and one or two landmarks, but in the main, an entire area

they’re working on?” I

there, except for some of the historical buildings, is going to be bulldozed