Buying the Virgin

Chapter 40: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Forty

I scream and writhe, but pinned by the three men, I am going nowhere. And now, Daniel starts to thrust

in earnest. Pressing in hard, he withdraws completely. Then he surges in again, all the way, full length,

banging up against my inner walls. Out again. And in.

Quivering and trembling, with each stroke, I bawl in pain and triumph, as he bangs inside me. My body

can’t take too much more of this, but I want more.

As he fucks me, Daniel looks down, watching me. He is such a beautiful man, his dark skin highlighted

over toned muscles and firm flesh.

“How’s college-going, Charlotte?”

?

?

He wants to talk about college? Now? When he’s shoving the biggest cock I’ve ever seen inside me.

“Er, um, Ahhh… it’s going well.”

“Exams went well?”

“Yes, very… aaahhhh... very well.”

“How are your funds?”

Ah… Gotcha…

“Um, I’m okay.”

“But more cash is always handy eh?”

“Well, yes, of course…. aaahhhh…”

I look up, just in time to see him lock eyes with my Master for a moment.

“I’ll be happy to see you alright for more money, any time you want.”

I cannot speak. My insides are being stretched and pounded in amazing ways.

Daniel continues to piston into me.

“Last time we met,” he says, “You sucked me off. You want to do that again?”

Speechless with lust and pain and pleasure, I simply nod.

“Can I come in your mouth?”

Nod again. At his words, my pussy convulses, hot and wet.

“If I cream over your tongue, will you swallow? Or should I just spray your tits and face like I did last

time?”

I nod again, my pussy spurting scalding juices over my thighs.

My Master’s silky tones. “Charlotte…”

“Yes, Daniel. I’ll swallow your cum.”

“Good!” And with a sucking sound, he pulls free of me, walking around the table. “Michael, could you

support Charlotte, please. I think James would like to be at this end.”

With Michael supporting my head, and my Master now nestled between my thighs, laving my over-

stretched cunt with his tongue, Daniel feeds me his cock.

As before, I stretch my jaws wide, and wider. “I’ll pull out at the last minute…” says Daniel, “…to give

you chance to swallow. I’d like to watch you do that, and I know you can’t with your mouth full.”

I can’t nod. I just make a muffled “Mmmff.” noise.

Michael bends close to my ear for a moment, whispering “If it’s too much, bang the tabletop with your

hand. Got that?”

“Mmmff.”

In truth, my concentration is not good. My Master is softly torturing my clitoris with his lips and teeth,

sending it into periodic spasms. I wonder if he intends for me to come before, or after, Daniel creams

into my mouth.

I learn his intentions as coolth bathes my pussy of a sudden, my Master breaking away. My aching core

jerks in protest, but he continues his work with a finger, stroking my bud, keeping my hips-a-quiver as

Daniel builds to his climax. He keeps me on the boil but has positioned himself to watch.

I feel the spasm first, the pulse of pressure, as Danial pulls his cock-head almost free of me, simply

pressing the head against my lips so that his cum spurts into my mouth. He is a gentleman, controlling

his urge to press in. Nonetheless, I gasp and splutter, but again, my Master’s silken voice.

“Manners, Charlotte.”

I look up. He is watching me, eyes fixed on my face, head slightly tilted and his eyes crinkled in that

non-smiling smile of his.

With a gulp, I swallow the briny-sweet cream filling my mouth, Michael supporting my head. Although

his hands are holding me, at the back of my skull, I feel his erection pressing against me.

Daniel, with a grunt, steps back, breathing deeply. For a moment, he flops over, bending double, and

supporting himself with hands on knees, as his breathing returns to normal.

My Master returns his attention to my pussy, now clearly serious about my climax. As his tongue

probes me, I look up for a moment to meet Michael’s beautiful blue eyes. “What about you Michael?”

“I told you Charlotte. I want to watch you come. I’m happy to wait.”

He’s not going to have to wait long. My Master is working both my clit and pussy with the adept skill of

the maestro he is.

It is almost unbearably exquisite. I pant through almost clenched teeth, groaning and gasping, lips

parted, flushed and perspiring, as my whole body trembles and quivers.

Electric shocks, like shooting stars, pierce me from cunt to belly, from clit to thighs, as my Masters

whirls his tongue over and around my clit, sweeping through my swollen folds, my pussy lips, and

penetrating deep within. Hot juices well up, soaking my thighs and curls, and my Master licks them

away. Panting hard, hot, ecstatic, I climb to climax.

With a scream, I cum, my spine arching, and hips bucking as pleasure throbs through me, in waves

that ripple and flow through my body.

Head flung back hard against Michael’s support, my arms thrashing at nothing, at some level, I know

he is watching me, but orgasm is such a deeply internal moment. It is hard to reach out to another

when the rhapsody of the flesh takes hold.

My Master taught me this, the first night we met, but again and again, he gives me this moment, where

the joy of the flesh meets the rapture of the spirit.

As the moment ebbs, my Master stands away from me. Gasping and panting, it takes me a moment to

realise that both he and Michael are standing, simply looking at me.

Alright, Charlotte?” smiles Michael.

Speechlessly, I nod, waving my hands, trying to convey that I know that neither Michael nor my Master

has come.

Now, both men press their cocks to my mouth. I try as hard as I can to work the two of them with my

lips and tongue, lapping and licking at two cockheads simultaneously. I cannot take both, but as

Michael probes my mouth a little deeper, my Master trails a line of pre-cum over my lips, stroking his

shaft as he does so.

Michael comes first, flooding my mouth with my second load of the evening. It washes over my tongue,

and I try to swallow and to finish him with my lips when my Master climaxes too. My mouth is already

plugged, and he cums over my face and breasts, groaning as he spurts over me.

Dripping and spluttering like a stranded fish, I try to wipe sticky fluids from my face. Daniel presses a

napkin into my hand. I sit up, trying, futilely, to wipe myself clean.

My Master leans over, kissing me on the lips. “You look amazing. Charlotte.” he murmurs. Then,

straightening up, “Happy Daniel?”

“Abso-fuckin-lutely.” says the handsome black man. “Your Master takes good care of you Charlotte.

You’re very lucky. But so’s he. If you ever get bored, come and find me. I’ll look after you too.”

My Master freezes. Michael looks outraged.

Daniel knows he has overstepped the mark. He changes the subject. “Take a look at your bank account

tomorrow Charlotte. You’ll find a contribution to your next year’s college fees.”

After my Master shows him out, the three of us settle in the lounge by the fire, but I am uncomfortable.

“Um. I think I’ll take a bath.”

Michael looks me up and down. “Good idea, I think.” he laughs. He kisses me on the mouth. “You are

so beautiful when you come.”

*****

It is the last day that my Master and Michael must work, before we all go to the beach house he has

been loaned for the Summer.

I am guessing that we will ‘celebrate’ together this evening, and I have dressed for this. Who will arrive

first, I wonder?

My Master almost bursts open the door, his air, triumphal.

“That’s it!” he exclaims. “Freedom for the Summer.” Then, he takes in my outfit. “Ah… yes, Charlotte. I

thought you might be ready and waiting for me.”

My dress, which I bought for the occasion, is low cut and tightly bodiced, emphasising my already small

waist, and ‘presenting’ my breasts and cleavage. Loose, flowing skirts are at once summery, demure

and inviting of easy access. The bodice is pulled in tightly with long laces that dangle invitingly down.

In short, I have dressed, to be undressed.

My Master, ambling over, eyes the laces of the bodice of my dress. “Nice dress,” he comments, his C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

eyes meeting mine for a moment. But his attention is downwards. “Were you intending to continue

wearing it?”

He tugs at the top couple of lacings, releasing my breasts. Carefully, he eases them free of the

corseting, so that they sit outside the dress, slightly perched on the bodice.

Abruptly, he pushes me, hard, against the wall, knocking me breathless. Once, this might have alarmed

me, but he knows me well does my Master, and what I appreciate. And we both enjoy it when he

‘manhandles’ me a bit.

Pressing hard against me, he pins my wrists over my head, looking down at me, and knowing well that

he is pressing all my buttons.

And his too….

“Now Charlotte, the choices are: “Do you want to fuck now? Or wait a while, until Michael returns, to

make love?”