Buying the Virgin

Chapter 22: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Twenty-Two

My own orgasm beginning to build, I tongue the mouthful of cock now streaming over my tongue. The

man face-fucking me grabs me by the back of the head, pinning me as he starts to thrust. I can feel his

control slipping and the shuddering at the base of his shaft as he builds to climax. Pinned at mouth and

cunt, I cannot move far, but my own body is now shuddering and shaking uncontrollably.

With a jerk, the cock in my mouth spurts, shooting hot cum over the back of my throat. I manage not to

gag, swallowing hard, just in time to hear the guy pumping my pussy grunt. Colour washes over him as,

red-faced in the heat and steam, he shoots his load into me.

He is immediately replaced by ‘knee-holder-man’ who already looks as though he is ready to blow.

Obviously, working himself and watching me being fucked has taken him a long way along the route to

blowing off, because after only perhaps half a minute of pumping me, with a gasp and a heave, he

cums and I get another load of cum in my pussy.

The guy behind me, still with his erection pressing into the small of my back, mutters into my ear. “My

turn, Charlotte.”

I twist out of his arms and settle, kneeling between his legs, wrapping my mouth around his cock. I lick

away bubbles and the seeping fluid from the head, starting at the base and working my way up the full

length of the trembling erection.

The salty-sweet taste of pre-cum and the odd taste of the scented bubbles, mix on my tongue as I suck

and lap at the soft skin, working up and down with my fingers, squeezing with my mouth and lips.

Hands take me by the hips, and knees behind me part my feet. Quickly glancing back, I see Michael

taking his place behind me, his cock probing my swollen pussy lips. Reaching around as he penetrates

me, he works my clit with his hands, building up my arousal, sending fire pulsing through my belly and

loins.

The cock in my mouth jerks and pulses, hot cream again flooding my mouth, dripping from my lips into

the foam.

I am aflame. Free now to concentrate on Michael’s fucking of me, and his rubbing and tweaking of my

bud, climax pools within me, building the familiar tension, the pressure, the on-coming release.

Moaning uncontrollably, unable to do anything but revel in the experience, I wallow in my rising orgasm,

writhing and twisting under the gaze of the men around me.

A cock pushes at my lips. It is my Master. Instantly I take it, engulfing it as deeply as I am able, moving

my head up and down before my Master grasps my head, holding me still, instead thrusting himself

deep into my mouth. His flow is already strong, and I know that he is ready to come.

My climax explodes over me. I want to cry out but am gagged by my Master’s shaft. A muffled scream

bursts from my throat as my pulsating cunt erupts, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me,

rippling through clit and stomach and thighs.

My Master cums, his load filling my mouth and throat, as I try uselessly to scream out. At some level I

am aware that Michael is also cumming, his hips and balls banging against me as he fills me with his

hot cream.

My Master and Michael both withdraw from me, and finally free to move, I simply remain still on my

knees, sagging over the edge of the pool. Strong arms lift me up and sit me on a step, comfortably half

immersed in bubbly waters.

I finally regain my breath. “Oh, Guys. That was incredible. Thank you.”

Laughter bursts out in all directions.

“Thank you, she says!”

“Thank you, Charlotte.”

“Any time Girlie. Say the word and we’ll be here.”

My Master and Michael simply sit opposite me, watching. My Master looks slightly bemused, Michael

an odd mixture of pleased and sad. What could make him sad?

*****

After the party breaks up, my Master pipes up. “Charlotte. if you check your bank account, you will find

it looking a lot healthier again. This evening should have gone a long way towards getting you that car.”

It takes me a moment to get the significance of what he has just said. “They paid? They paid to see me

again?”

“Of course they paid. Do you think I’d let them at you like that, without your getting something out of it?”

I reflect on the crashing orgasm I had in the jacuzzi and the enormous fun of it all. “Well, to be honest, I

got quite a lot out of it anyway.”

“Good! Even better. But seriously Charlotte, if you are willing - if you want to do something like this

every few weeks; visit me and Michael and play our games together, you will easily be able to earn

enough to make your ride through college very easy indeed.”

Michael is saying nothing, but nodding thoughtfully.

“Every few weeks?” I try to clarify what is meant.

“Say once a month? A weekend with us? Michael and I love your company.” He hesitates. “I think you

enjoy ours?”

“Oh yes!” I nod vigorously. “I came this weekend, didn’t I? And I do so want to see you both again.”

“And play games with the other men?”

“Yes. Not all the time of course, but it’s nice as a…” I struggle for the words. “… as a ..treat.”

Both men laugh at my choice of phrase. “Very well then. Once a month, you visit us for companies and

treats.”

*****

Later, my Master and Michael drive me to the train station. My Master kisses me on the cheek and the

forehead, hugging me around the shoulders. “See you in a few weeks. I’ll look forward to it.”

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Michael holds me tight, kissing me on the lips. He holds the kiss, his hands curling up into my hair. As

he releases me, he looks first down and then into my face. “See you soon Charlotte.”

He almost steps away, then at the last moment, embraces me tightly and, mouth close by my ear

whispers “Come back soon Charlotte.”

“I will. I will.”

His embrace stretches out and finally, he whispers “I love you, Charlotte.”

My heart drops. I am very fond of Michael, but….

I sense the disappointment, as I do not reply the way he hopes. His body sags a little, but as he pulls

away, he is smiling. Are his eyes a little glossy?

“Bye Guys. See you in a few weeks.” I wave, turn and walk into the station.

*****

And Christmas is here…

The car pulls up at the station, a station-wagon, my Master smiling from the driver’s seat and Michael

waving enthusiastically.

I have not been waiting long, but it seems like ages. I have been looking forward to this Christmas

meeting. It is after all our first Christmas together, and although I can only fit in a single night, between

visiting other family and friends, I want it to be special for all of us.

Without a clue, as to what to buy either of them as a present, I have decided to make myself the gift

and have dressed with this in mind.

Having red hair, it is not easy to wear red in my clothes, so I am wearing a bright green skirt and top,

set off with red accessories; bracelets, belt and shoes. A matching green cape trimmed with fur leaves

me feeling particularly Christmassy. I do not have to be modest. I know that I look striking as I stand,

waiting, outside the station.

My Master steps out of the car and Michael almost bounces out, sweeping me into his arms and giving

me a long, enthusiastic kiss before remembering himself and stepping back to allow my Master to greet

me.

My Master is more circumspect, lifting my hand to kiss the fingers. “Charlotte. It’s lovely to see you.

Michael has talked about nothing else since your phone call last week.”

He takes both my hands, standing back to look at me. “You look marvellous Charlotte.” He winks.

“Good enough to eat.”

Michael says nothing, but the look in his eyes is beyond admiring. He looks almost adoring. but the last

time we met, Michael’s parting words, were to say that he loves me.

My Master, I know, does not love me, which is just as well. Our relationship could become simply too

complicated. He is though, my ever-caring Master, and I know that I can trust him utterly.

“So where are we going?” I ask, like a kid asking for candy. “What are we going to do?”

My Master grins wickedly. “Oh, don’t worry. We’re going to enjoy our evening together.”