Buying the Virgin

I moan my arousal, and my growing need to be fucked.

My cunt is afire. Chilled fingers probe inside me and, hips bucking, I gush scalding juices.

“Oh God, fuck me, one of you, please.”

There are twin chuckles and my Master, with his voice like wild silk, says, “You’ll have to ask more nicely than that….”

“Please…. Please, I want you inside me. Please.”

The chilled fingers (whose?) enter me again, this time rubbing against my sweet spot (Ah…. Michael… his forte…), and my knees give entirely. Dropping, my weight on my wrists, the cuffs clasp me tightly, preventing me from falling.

Michael stands, pressing himself against me, his perfume of pine and sex and clean masculinity filling my nostrils. His erection presses against my stomach as, clasping me at the hips, parting my knees with his, he swings me up, lifting me. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him as, hitching me up to a better grip, he plunges inside me.

I wail as he rams me inside, stretching me wide, my inner muscles clenching around his thick cock, my pussy streaming and hot. Behind me, my Master supports my back, holding me at the waist, taking some of my weight, as Michael pumps me.

Volcanically aroused, rocking my body to meet my Golden Lover, to match him, I ride the wave. Thrusting to take him, our bodies colliding, we fuck our way to climax. As the rush takes me, I howl, aware that Michael is also cumming. His body juddering against mine, his head is bowed towards me as he groans, spilling himself inside me.

Almost immediately, my Master, his hands still at my waist, pulls me free of Michael, and upright, standing me safely. He fumbles for a moment at the cuffs, unlooping the rope, releasing my arms from their raised position.

He and Michael change places, Michael behind me, my Master before me. Tottering slightly, I would still fall, but Michael supports me, gently lowering me. Hands on my shoulders guide me down.

Michael’s voice, “Kneel for your Master.”

On my knees, still blind and fettered, I hover uncertainly, but Michael’s hands on my shoulders steady me. He sweeps my hair around behind my shoulders, then entwines one hand into it, gripping me, controlling me.

I scent my Master. He is very close. The warm pungency of his groin swirls around my face, his cock pushing at my lips.

on my hair tightens. “Let

part my lips, licking at the salty trickle there. Michael’s voice again, “Open wider. Do your duty by

of me. Michael rocks my head to his rhythm, matching me to his pace. As I try to suck, to encircle him with

cum fills my mouth. For

swallow properly. My mouth filled, I splutter and gag, hot cum escaping my lips to trickle down my face, and hot

gasp, my Master pulls free. Fingers work at the cuffs. More fingers unbind

helping me up. Michael

the remains of the wine.

*****

following day, back at the

taken

“No, I haven’t, Sir.”

want you to sit in on this.” Haswell waves me over to a chair at the far end of

a dozen or so people gather around the table,

flash of

sits at the head of the table, my Master beside him. The content of the meeting is mundane enough, but I find it useful and interesting, as I learn the roles of the people involved, timetables for work, scheduling

across at me, frowning slightly, then suddenly, he looks up, straight at me, smiling. I don’t care for the smile. There is a twisted quality to

looks away, and I jolt my attention

through to Reception. “Francis, have you got an old set of minutes I can use as a template to lay

problem. I’ll be back in a

remains in the office with Haswell, talking. But

it?” he says. “I knew I recognised

sorry, I know we’ve

actually met as such,