Buying the Virgin

Chapter 14: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Fourteen

The vibe continues working me. The fingers are still inside me. Their owner must surely feel the

repeated clenching of my pussy muscles as throbbing rapture ripples through me.

As the moment passes, I collapse back, inert and spent, the glory fading.

The owner of the vibe speaks again, “My turn now girlie. On your knees.” Again, I am lifted bodily and

this time pressed down to the floor on my knees. Vibe-man pushes his cock at my face. “Open wide.”

Obediently, I gape to accept him.

As I wrap my lips around his throbbing shaft, he grabs the back of my head with both hands, moving

me back and forth to the rhythm he wants. Not gentle, he pushes in and back, right to my throat, as I do

my best to accommodate him. Stretching my jaws wide, trying to wrap lips around my teeth, I suck and

lick as best I can, but he is mainly interested in simply plunging in, making me gag as his cock

penetrates my throat.

I can’t take this. I can’t. Spluttering and choking, my eyes watering, I am beginning to panic when, all of

a sudden, he withdraws and cums, spurting over my face and breasts.

Barely do I have time to register that this one has done, when I am pushed down onto all fours and a

cock pushes into me from behind, fucking me hard, balls banging, hands kneading my breasts.

Another minute and this one finishes too. How many are left? I can’t take too much more.

Another cock fills me, pounds into me, spurts and withdraws. And another. Surely this must be all of

them?

No, my Master and Michael are still there. Neither of them has cum in, on or over me. Looking around, I

see my Master watching me, frowning slightly. He strides over, grabs me by a wrist and pulls me

upright.

“Okay folks. She’s had enough for one night. You’ve all had a turn.”

I am surprised. “Master? But you and Michael haven’t…”

He cuts me off, “Michael and I will be taking you home now, where it’s a little quieter.”

Will there be any protest at my leaving? Apparently not. The rest of the group have apparently all

fucked themselves out on me, at least for tonight.

I am still naked, sweating and dripping with a mix of body fluids. I really want a bath. And I ache inside.

My inner muscles are now thoroughly non-virginal, but totally over-exercised. I need a rest.

“Come on Charlotte,” Says Michael, wrapping a blanket around me. “Let’s get you back home.”

I start to walk but totter uncertainly. Michael sweeps me up in his arms and carries me out to the car.

As we leave the room a voice calls after me, “Lovely to meet you, Charlotte. Perhaps another night

eh?”

A second voice shouts, “Me too. I’m happy to help get your college fees up too.”

“Me too.”

“And me.”

A long soak in a hot bath, and a meal later, I am feeling much better and wondering if my Master and

Michael will expect anything more of me tonight. I hope not. Walking bow-legged is hard work.

But I needn’t have worried. My Master brings me a hot chocolate and packs me off to bed. “Sleep

Charlotte. You’ll be better for it tomorrow and we’ll all enjoy ourselves then.”

And I do sleep, very well.

*****

The following day, we again have a ‘day off’. My Master and Michael take me to the beach, where we

eat ice cream, frolic in the waves together before swimming well out to sea, and later baste ourselves

on the sands under hot sun. Michael forgets to reapply his tanning lotion after swimming and his face

turns quite red against his blond hair.

Lunch is seafood paella with wine, a dry rosé, pink as the prawns in the food and smelling of fresh

flowers and summer days.

Later, back in my Master’s apartment, on the bed in the mirrored room, my Master lies to one side of

me, stroking my stomach. Michael is to the other side, leaning over me, suckling a nipple. I ask him,

“What did you mean exactly? My other virginity?”

Michael releases the nipple, smiling. “I was hoping you were going to ask that. Let me show you.” Then

he hesitates. “Are you alright with this? You took quite a lot last night.”

“I’m fine,” I reassure him. “Though I’ll admit that I was happier when you just let me sleep last night, but

today was lovely. I feel ready for anything again.” NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Michael grins at me. “A gentleman always knows when the lady’s had enough. But I’ll try to rise to your

challenge.” He winks at me as he makes his double-entendre.

My Master’s hands pull at me gently, urging me to roll over, onto my stomach. Michael parts my legs

with his hands, then kneels between them. Lifting me at the hips, he pulls me up onto all fours, then

guides me to turn a little, my face to the edge of the bed.

Getting up, my Master opens a drawer, passes something to him and then sits on a chair beside the

bed, watching. His cock is growing, twitching and stiffening. I watch it swell as Michael, behind me,

slips his hands between my legs. Despite the remnants of an internal ache, I am already moistening in

anticipation of what is to come, but also, there is an extra slipperiness to his fingers.

He fondles my bud, plays with my pussy lips and runs fingers through my swelling folds. Then one

hand still flicking at my clit, the other slides upwards, past my moistening pussy.

For a moment, Michael fumbles, his other hand leaving my clit. Then there is a sudden chill, a cold

moisture - lube?

The hand returns to its work on my sweet spot, but now chilly wet fingers hover over my ass-hole.

One circles, pressing lightly, then a little harder. Circling all the time, it pushes inside me, stretching

outwards against the ring muscle as it goes, opening me up.

As I realise fully what is going to happen next, I am breathing heavily. My arousal does combat with

nerves. Trembling and sweating, my pulse beginning to race, I feel Michael move close up behind me,

his hands sliding to my waist, then round and down to my breasts, his erection pressing up against my

swollen and gaping pussy.

As he fondles me, tweaking one nipple, pinching at the other, he says, “I can’t resist some of this first.

You’re dripping.” And his cock slips into me, sliding easily into my warm core, filling me. I face my

Master, who is gently stroking his own trembling erection, watching in silence, holding my gaze.

Michael pulls out from my pussy, again fumbles for a moment and then nuzzles his cock at my ass. It

feels cold against my own heat - more lube?

He pushes slowly into me. For a moment, there is pain; white heat bites at me and I whimper

uncontrollably. Instantly he pauses, retracting a little. And the hot/cold burn ceases. Then there is that

chill again, and cold moisture on my crack.

Again, Michael presses slowly inwards, and this time there is no pain. In and ever inwards, he pushes

his cock. It’s intense. I feel I’m sucking him in, engulfing him. I feel every inch as he slowly penetrates

me.

My breath is not fast, but it is deep, and my heart pounds. My face is heating up, perspiration running

down my forehead, and I feel certain that I am flushing from at least the breasts upwards.

Glancing up, my Master is still looking at me. Not at where Michael is sheathing his cock in my ass, but

at my face. He doesn’t speak, but he tilts his head, the question in his eyes.

“I’m okay,” I say. “It’s alright.”

He smiles a long, slow smile, then offers his now fully erect cock to my mouth. As I reach to take it,

tasting the slow salty-sweet droplet of fluid atop the head, he rests his hands on my shoulders.

Michael is completely inside me, motionless, for now. I am acutely conscious of the sensation of being

filled, of the unusual pressure within me, of the stretchy-achy-pleasure of having a man’s fully hard and

swollen cock up my ass.

Glancing slantwise to the mirrors, I see myself, on hands and knees, my Master’s erection in my

mouth, Michael bending over me, inside me to the rear. I feel as though I am at the eye of the

hurricane, a brief lull before the storm.

Michael starts first, gradually pulling out, then once again sinking his shaft into my heat. Slowly, oh so

slowly, he builds. There is no pain. No burn. Only the sensation of fullness, of sheathing him to the full.

He builds speed, moving to a pulse-beat rhythm that matches my own rate of breathing.

My Master starts to move too. Sliding his long cock in and out of my mouth, a steady stream flowing

over my tongue, which I try greedily to swallow. My mouth plugged as it is, swallowing is difficult and

pre-cum trickles down from my lips, dribbling down my chin.