Buying the Virgin

Chapter 8: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Eight

The two men change positions, Michael moving in behind me, settling between my legs and pushing

inside me. He pumps me, but slowly and gently. “Feel that Charlotte?” asks my Master, as he positions

his cock in front of my face. “That’s Michael fucking you up the cunt. I know his habits; he won’t let

himself cum until he’s watched me shoot into your mouth. How do you feel about that?” As he says

this, my heated pussy convulses and floods, and I jerk in response, Michael’s grip on my hips keeping

me steady, but his rhythm never faltering as he slowly thrusts into me: in and out, in and out.

“I’m not sure Master,” I gasp.

“Now you know that’s not true, Charlotte. We both saw how you just reacted. You might be a late

starter, but you’re as turned-on as we are by this. You’re not a virgin now. You can release your inner

whore, and enjoy being fucked by two guys at once.”

And with that, he twists his hands into my hair, moving my head, my mouth, inexorably to his

shuddering cock. “Lick me clean.” And he moves my face against him, sliding my mouth over his

erection.

I lick the glistening shaft, for the first time tasting myself on another. The tanginess of my own juices

surprises me, as I draw long, lingering strokes with my tongue from base to trembling tip. The sharp,

almost lemony, flavour, contrasts with a bitter-sweet taste as I suck at the dewdrop which continually

forms and reforms at the peak, sliding my tongue into the small slit then whirling the tip around the

firmly bulbous head. My Master sighs and relaxes his grip on me a little. “That’s it, girl. Keep going.” His

breathing is becoming unsteady and rapid, his thighs beginning to tremble. Behind me, I can hear

Michael groaning and gasping. His thrusting is still steady and even, but there is a suggestion of

shaking as his legs and balls bang into the tops of my thighs.

My Master suddenly heaves and his grip on my hair tightens. His voice broken, he gasps, “Open your

mouth wide.” Barely are my lips open, as he rams his cock between them. Fingers twisting into my hair,

he pins my face, rocking my head backwards and forwards in time with his thrusting, his quivering shaft

filling me, forcing my mouth wide.

Choking and spluttering, I do my best to accommodate the huge cock pumping me, a now steady

stream of pre-cum drizzling down my throat. Behind me, Michael is pumping harder, banging into me

inside. Pinned at both ends by hands holding my hips and hair, all I can do is squirm between them,

helpless, but, I admit to myself, loving it.

The cock in my mouth jerks and heaves at me. My hair is pulled tight, to the point of pain, when, with a

sharp exhalation from above, hot cum shoots into my mouth, flooding in. I suck and lick as best I can,

but I am speared by the face and all but unable to move. The pulsing shaft twitches and throbs as it

delivers its load over my tongue, before relaxing and withdrawing.

As my Master pulls out, he lifts up my face by the chin. “Turn to the mirror,” he says. “Look at Michael.”

Obediently, cum trickling from my lips and down my face, I look at myself in the mirror, on my hands

and knees, and Michael, fucking me from behind.

“Are you going to swallow?” Again, I am not sure who speaks, but I gulp down the warm, creamy,

mouthful, licking my lips clean of the spatters and drips. Volcanically aroused, I revel in this new

experience.

Still deep inside me, and now visibly trembling, Michael watches me, pupils wide and dark. “Like it?” he

asks.

I nod and he grins. “Want some more?”

I nod again.

“James. Would you mind?” and he pulls out of my sodden pussy, his cock almost vibrating. “Quickly

now. I can’t hold on long.”

The two men switch places again. “Charlotte. On your back now,” orders my Master, and, as I start to

turn over, together they flip me onto my back. My Master spreads my knees and Michael pushes his

cock, dripping with my pussy juices, into my, now all too willing, mouth.

Wrapping eager lips around him, I tongue and suck at him, ever more excited. My Master is finger-

fucking and clit-sucking me. Horny beyond words, almost mindless with lust, I writhe and moan,

glancing sideways when I am able, to watch myself in the mirrors, sucking off and being sucked.

Michael bucks and shoots, and now I swallow again, as he pulses hot cum into my mouth. At the last

moment, he pulls out, aiming his cock with its last pulsating spurt over my face.

It is the last straw, and with my face dripping, my Master licking and flicking my clit, pumping my cunt

with his hand, explosively, I cum again, pulsating ripples echoing through my thighs and cunt and belly.

At the last moment, it is too much and I scream. “Stop. Stop. Please stop.”

My Master backs off, slipping his fingers out of me, simply stroking the soft skin of my stomach.

Michael is caressing my face, stroking my hair as, eyes closed tight, I descend from my mind-blowing

orgasm.

Opening my eyes, I see both men grinning down at me, and at each other. “We can call that a success

then?” laughs my Master.

Speechless, I just nod.

*****

Later, the three of us sitting together on the bed, each in a large fluffy towelling robe and sipping wine,

Michael says, “I don’t know what I expected, but that wasn’t it.”

I am sitting between the two. Michael, leaning slightly against me, is still stroking my hair. My Master,

head resting on my shoulder, has one hand slipped inside my robe, cupping a breast.

“I didn’t know either,” I confess. “But it was just glorious, wasn’t it?”

Both men “Mmm” in agreement.

Soft music murmurs in the background, and for a few minutes, we sit in companionable silence, just

listening to the music.

After a while, my Master speaks. “Charlotte. I think we all know you enjoyed that, as of course, so did

we, but is it something you would want to do again?”

My Master would not, I now feel sure, ask me to do something he thought I really did not want to do,

and so I think carefully about my answer. “With you and Michael you mean? Yes, I think so.”

He hesitates before replying. “I was thinking of more than that. You have already pushed your

boundaries in the last two days. Do you want to push them further?”

Michael, I notice, is silent, but I can feel his almost quivering attention. “What do you mean?” I ask.

“I am suggesting more than just me and Michael. How adventurous do you want to be?”

Gulping, I ponder this. “I wouldn’t be hurt?”

“No, of course not, although you might want to explore that. But it would always be your choice. You

can stop anything that is happening by simply saying so.”

I’m confused. “I don’t follow you?”

“You’ve heard of BDSM?”

“Isn’t that whips and stuff?”

“Yes, it is, but it comes in degrees and the sub - you - always has the say on how far things go. How

can I explain?” My Master hesitates. “Ah yes.” And the hand he has cupping my breast slides up a little.

Fingers tweak at my nipple, making me squirm as electric pleasure shoots down to my sex. Then the

fingers tweak harder, pinching. It hurts, but the pain is good, and I want more. He chuckles. “See? It

hurts, but you like it.”

Michael leans in closer to me. “How far do you want to go Charlotte?”

Silently I sip my wine, letting it work its magic on my slightly fuzzy brain. How far do I want to go? I’m in

this for a week. Two days have already passed. And, I have to admit to myself, they have been two

unimaginably magnificent days. I decide.

Looking first at Michael, then my Master, I say, “I’ll go all the way. Take me down the rabbit hole.”