Buying the Virgin

Chapter 12: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Twelve

A loudly ‘whispered’ voice drifts over the room. “She’s soaked. Look!” Followed by several “Shhhh”s.

The red silk panties must be showing every mark and hint of moisture. I picture myself, blind behind the

silk binding my eyes, spread for inspection to my audience, bare-breasted, sweat trickling between my

flushed breasts, and my wetness showing dark against the scarlet silk of my knickers. When the

panties go, I will have only my stockings and the necklace.

Breathing harder all the time, my excitement mounting, I feel my pulse beating hard, its tempo against

the leather restraints of the cuffs.

Something in the air movements around me tells me that the body close to me is standing back a little -

displaying me. There is no sense of close-by, physical, heat, no scent of after-shave or male sweat.

Nonetheless, fingers are rubbing at my crotch, over the panties, pressing into my curls beneath and

exploring down and in. It is exhilarating, electrifying, and I moan loudly, my hips leaning into the probing

fingers.

The fingers slide inside the panties, between my hot and sensitive folds, when a voice again calls,

“Time.”

I cannot help myself, and I groan with disappointment as the fingers withdraw and footsteps retreat

from me. My hips are beginning to buck and tremble of their own accord, warm juices dribbling down

inside my thighs.

The game resumes: again the smack of cards on a surface; the rattle of counters.

“Deal.”

Slap.

“Deal.”

Slap

“Deal.”

Slap. “Damn.”

“Deal.”

Slap.

“Deal.”

“Twenty-one!”

I quiver at the words. Will I be fucked this time? Will someone finger my clit? Suck my pussy? I am

aching for relief, conscious of my rock-hard nipples and swollen cunt.

Again, the sound of chairs being pushed back and footsteps (How many? How many are there?), and

then a sense of warm breath on my face.

I am kissed, hard, open-mouthed, tongue forcing in, then the mouth glides down over my breasts,

briefly nipping soft teeth over a nipple, and I yelp. There is a soft chuckle of satisfaction, and the mouth

continues down across my belly, to hover over my spread thighs. Fingers stroke the soft inner skin,

upwards towards my sex, but not yet touching and I moan, trembling and quivering uncontrollably.

“Oh God, please. Please…” I say, wanting to beg for more, but not knowing what the ‘Rules’ are.

The fingers respond, and a single finger slips up past the sodden silk of my crotch and inwards,

stroking forwards to my bud. A second finger enters from the other side of my panties, pushing back

the hood, exposing my throbbing clit.

The panties are pushed to one side, and the mouth presses in, tonguing into me, swirling between my

lips, and over my clit. Any trace of self-control vanishes and I scream, writhing in my bonds, as electric

heat pulses up through my cunt, belly and thighs.

Fingers push up inside me, two, three, stretching me wide, thrusting, first gently, then harder as I open,

expanding within.

A voice drifts over. “I think the lady is ready for a little more attention, don’t you think gentlemen? I

would say she needs a good fucking to ease the strain. Probably several good fuckings. What do you

say?”

There is a general murmur of agreement and voices speak out.

“Let’s get her down.”

“She’s itching for it.”

They’re right. I want to be filled. I want my brains fucked out. I want to suck cock and swallow cum. I

want every man here to get his cock inside me somewhere, and shoot his load, in my cunt, my mouth,

over my face or my tits. I want them singly and together.

Oh God! What am I doing?

But I want it nonetheless.

Metal clinks and my ankles are being released. Then my raised arms are released and lowered. The

handcuffs remain though.

Someone fumbles at my blindfold, but a voice says, “No, leave that for now. She’s enjoying the

mystery.”

And that’s right too. This faceless, anonymous, sexual tension is delicious. I am spaced-out,

exhilarated, hyper-aroused.

Hands take my cuffed wrists, leading me forward. More hands support me at the waist.

“Get the pants off her.”

And my saturated and useless panties are tugged away, leaving my urgently pulsing pussy to flow

freely down my thighs.

“Bend her over.”

“No, on her back.”

“Ask her what she wants.”

“Not her choice now. We’ve got all evening. Everyone will get a turn. Bend her over.” It is my Master’s

voice. And I am pushed down over some object, soft but firm, pressing upwards against my waist.

A hand presses down in the small of my back, and feet shove my ankles apart, spreading me. There is

the sound of a zip and a cock presses to my mouth. Fingers part my pussy lips to the rear.

I am about to have the fucking of a lifetime.

*****

Blindfolded and bent forward at the waist over some padded object, a cock presses to my lips. Despite

my blindness, I know it is my Master from his delicious musky scent. Speaking down to me, his voice is

low. I do not think that the other men in the room will hear him.

“Are you alright, Charlotte? You can handle this?”

“Yes, Master. I am alright.” And I reach forward, as best I can from my awkward position, to take his

cock in my mouth. It trembles and twitches against my lips, as I lick away the briny droplet of pre-cum I

can taste on the tip.

A body is behind me, fingers toying with my pussy lips, winding into my wet curls and rippling through

my folds. My Master’s voice again. “That’s Michael behind you right now. But it’s going to be all of

them. You’re okay with that?”

I pull away from sucking my Master’s delicious erection. “Yes, Master. I’m fine with that. I…I…want…”

Lost as to how to express my state of sheer molten arousal, my words trail away. In the last hour or so,

I have been shackled and stretched upwards on some sort of frame, my wrists cuffed and blindfolded,

while a group of men, I am unsure how many, have played cards for me. Each winner had the privilege

of removing some part of my clothing, fondling me, playing with me…

If I don’t get fucked soon, I am going to ignite.

Reaching again, for the wonderful mouthful of my Master’s seeping cock, I slip my tongue into the slit,

whirling my tongue around the head. Using his hand, sighing above me, he guides himself into me, Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

working himself into my mouth, but letting me set the pace.

Michael’s fingers are still playing with my pussy, slippery with my own juices. And it’s not just between

my legs. My thighs are wet, as hot fluid trickles down over the skin.

He teases me, tickling at my pussy lips, running his fingers through my slit and playing with my sweet

spot. The fingers hover for a moment over my asshole but then pass by. Bending forward over me,

erection pressing into my back, he whispers close by my ear, “Some of the men here tonight wanted to

take you there. You would have had one, perhaps even two, in your mouth, and one in each entrance

to the rear. But we didn’t allow that. James bought your virginity. I’m having your other virginity. But not

now. Not tonight.”

My other virginity? I hadn’t even considered that, but the very thought sends a rush through me, and

another flood of juices make their heated way to trickle down to my knees.

Michael has pulled back, and is busy flirting with my engorged and dripping sex. My mouth is full of my

Master’s cock, and other thoughts fade away.

Michael’s mouth fastens around my pussy, his hot breath over my ass, and his tongue flicking into me.

Whimpering, I squirm as he licks circles around my inner muscles, waves of pleasure pulsing up

through my belly.

His fingers slip back the hood of my clit and work my aching nub, making my hips buck involuntarily. In

my blindfolded darkness, everything I feel is more intense, more focused. I really, really, want some

cock inside me.

“C’mon guys,” calls a voice. “She’s aching for it. Look at her. Someone give the girl a good fucking.”

“Not just someone. Everyone,” says another voice. “We all want our turn. And I’m not sure how much

longer I can hang on.”

At that Michael pulls back from me, mouth sucking and pulling at my labia as he leaves. After a

moment, his cock teases at my entrance and he speaks again, this time deliberately loud, so everyone

can hear, “God! Charlotte, you’re sopping. I don’t think you need any easing in, do you? You’re as

ready as you could be.” And with that, he plunges hard into me.

Deep inside me, he thrusts, stopping only as he meets my inner walls. It doesn’t hurt at all, so

engorged and slippery am I. Heat surges through me, and, through the mouthful of my Master’s cock, I

try to yell.