Buying the Virgin

Chapter 27: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Twenty-Seven

I part my lips, licking them nervously. My breasts rise and fall with my rapid breathing, and as a warm

cock-head pushes at my lips, I taste the salty-sweet beadlet oozing from the tip.

“Lick it off Charlotte.” says the voice. “Lick me clean, for now anyway. You’ll have a lot more than that to

swallow in a while.” He strokes the top of my head. “Tell me Charlotte. Do you like to be face-fucked?”

I don’t reply. Instead, wrapping my lips around the fat cock-head given to me, I swirl my tongue around

the ridge. Kneeling up straight, my hands free to assist, I work the shaft with both hands, squeezing

and kneading, my mouth planted around the head. I enjoy doing this. It gives me control, and he

stiffens further under my massage, growing fuller in my mouth. I suckle at his steady stream of pre-

cum, but he cannot jam into my throat. Pausing for a moment, I lick some of it onto my palms, then

return to my attention back to this fine, thick, shuddering shaft.

As I mouth him, from balls to head, from above me, I hear his deep intake of breath. “Hey, guys. Give

me something, to watch while I’m having my cock sucked. Who’s going to fuck her pussy, or up the

ass?”

My Master replies. “Manners, Gordon. You know the rules. Charlotte will choose the card. That decides

who is next. Charlotte, name another card.”

I pull away from my work for a moment. “Ten of Hearts Master.”

“Who has the Ten?”

“I do.”

It is Daniel’s voice again. Wonderful. I want to feel his lovely cock inside me. I wonder if I will get the

opportunity to see it.

He is behind me, his hands stroking my hair, lingering over the blindfold, then his feet nudge between

my knees. “Charlotte. Let me in.”

I part my knees, moving awkwardly as I lick and suck at the cock plugging my mouth. Daniel kneels

close-up behind me, his hard cock pressed against my back. Rather high up my back, in fact.

How big is he?

His hands curve around me, under my breasts, lifting and moulding them, then pinching at the nipples,

rolling them between thumb and finger.

Yelping through my plugged mouth, I squirm and wriggle as my nipples are squeezed and pulled, each

squeeze sending little bolts of electricity down through my stomach to spark into twitching pussy.

Oh, fuck me. For God’s sake, someone fuck me.

Quietly by my face, but loudly enough for everyone to hear him, Daniel says, “I’d like to take you up the

ass Charlotte. I’d really like to do that. But I’m going to fuck your pussy instead because I can feel it’s

sodden, and I want to watch you lick your own pussy juices off me before you swallow my cum.”

A vision of Daniel’s long, black beautiful cock flooding my mouth is too much. My hips start to quiver

and shudder of their own accord. As though on cue, the thick shaft in my hands suddenly goes tense.

There is a gasp from above me, and hot cream pulses into my mouth.

I suck and lap and lick at the cum pumping over my tongue. As the stream flows, then stops, a voice

says. “That’s enough Girl. Let go of me.” And his fingers prise me from the, now flagging, shaft.

Daniel’s member probing my pussy, there is a whirl of movement around me.

“Next card.” a strange voice says. It must be the third of the strangers. “Ace,” I say, struggling a little

through the mouthful I am still swallowing. Some of it escapes, dribbling down my chin.

“That’s me Charlotte,” says Michael’s voice, stepping in to take his place.

I would know his scent anywhere, and as I nuzzle at Michael’s lovely cock, and kiss his balls, I inhale

deeply at his perfume, smelling cleanly of pine and sex.

As I do so, Daniel pushes at my engorged entrance.

Oh, God. He’s huge!

Inwards he pushes, and further in, occasionally drawing back, to reinsert himself as he laves himself in

my hot juices, lubricating the way for his massive shaft.

I hear the smile in his voice. “Do you like that Charlotte? There’s a reason your Master chose me for

tonight. He thought you would appreciate my particular….assets…”

The enormous member stretching me wide, and yet wider, I understand why Michael and my Master

encouraged me to warm up first. They knew that I would have to be really ready to accommodate this

massive shaft.

But I am really ready.

As Daniel penetrates me, I fall forward onto my hands and knees to take him, conscious that Michael is

before me, and that I want him inside me too.

“Michael….”

“I’m coming down to you Charlotte.” The sound of his movement suggests he is kneeling.

“Hey, James.” says the last stranger’s voice. “I think she should see what going on. Why else have you

got all these mirrors?”

“Fair point.” replies my Master. “I thought the blindfold would increase her sensitivity to the occasion,

but perhaps…. Charlotte, would you like to be able to see?”

I am groping around with my hands, trying to find my Angel. “Yes, Master I would. I want to reach

Michael, but I can’t find him.”

“I’m here Charlotte.”

Hands at the back of my head struggle briefly with the knots of the scarf, and then suddenly, I can see.

Blinking against the sudden light, I see my…. ‘Valentines’…. for the first time, ready for me. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

The third stranger, the Scandinavian, grins down at me. Naked as all the rest, his piercingly blue eyes

bore down into me.

“Hello, Charlotte. We’ve not been introduced yet. I am Borje. I am looking forward to getting my cock up

your ass while….” he waves around randomly, ”….while one of these guys is up your cunt. And ideally,

while you have a mouthful of cock too. Your Master tells me you enjoy that sort of thing.”

I can’t believe it, but his words make me blush. I look down, and all five men burst out laughing. “Oh,

Charlotte.” chuckles my Master. “It’s a bit late to be bashful.”

He’s right. Of course, he is. “But with one man behind me, ready to pump me good, and another before

me, waiting for me to get my mouth around his cock, the remark seems a little ill-timed.”

My Master pauses, looking at me closely. “You are all right, are you Charlotte?”

I swallow my embarrassment. “’Course I am Master. It’s just that no-one’s ever said it quite like that

before.”

“So, you are enjoying yourself?”

“Oh yes, Master. In fact….”

“Yes?”

“Perhaps on the bed? For what Borje has in mind?”

Before my Master can speak, with a thick sucking noise, Daniel pulls out of me from behind, and,

standing, grabs me under the arms, lifts me up and drops me on the bed.

“Excellent idea Charlotte,” he says, then lying down, stretches out full length, inviting me, with a wave

of his hand, to climb on board. “Straddle me Charlotte.”

His cock is a monster. I can’t believe it was just inside me, but as he lies there, with the huge shaft

pulsing to his heartbeat, I climb over him and, positioning myself carefully, ease the tip through my

stretching entrance.

Oh God, that feels good.

He reaches up, feeling at my breasts, massaging and stroking.

Borje climbs on the bed behind me and, with a palm flat to my back, pushes me forward, bending me to

expose my tight asshole.

“Nice ass Charlotte. I quite like ‘em pinker though.” And he slaps me, hard across one cheek.

I yelp, and my pussy clenches. Daniel grunts and his head tilts back, eyes squeezing closed. “Borje

was it? For me, you can do that again.”

Borje slaps my other butt-cheek, and again my pussy convulses around Daniel’s cock.

Borje snakes an arm around my front and dips fingers between my sopping loins, coating them with my

juices, then slips a single finger inside me at the back, circling and stretching, opening my passage.

Michael is now on the bed too, his twitching cock level with my face, but he watches, with my Master,

as Borje works to open me up.

“How wide do you open Charlotte?” he asks. “Let’s find out.” And with that, first dipping himself in my

folds again, he inserts a second finger, twisting and revolving, stretching and plying.

My breath is shaky, my heart beating hard and fast. With Daniel already inside me, his cock is pulsing,

vibrating, through my belly.

Again, looking to one side, I see myself in the glimmering candlelight, straddled across Daniel, his

sable against my Celtic pale skin. Borje behind me, his silver hair reflecting pale gold in the gleam of

the candles, and Michael before me, ready for me to take his hard, thick shaft and suckle on it until he

climaxes over my tongue, flooding me.

But there is someone missing.

“What about you Master?” I ask. “What do you want?”