Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Hot juices flowing now, my breasts flushing, my Master’s erection hard against me. Michael, to the other side of me, is growing harder by the moment, his cock pressed against my thigh.

Expression intense, his eyes locked with mine, he climbs over me, between my legs, probing me, his penis testing my entrance.

Panting now, I lift my hips to meet him. His hands slide up my arms, replacing my Master’s grip on my wrists to hold me down. My passage hot and slippery, he guides his cock inside me, gliding smoothly inside.

As he settles, full length inside me, he wraps his arms around my shoulders and rolls, taking me with him, so we lie on our sides, facing each other, he still deep inside me, my Master behind me.

“Lift your thigh,” he murmurs.

I lift a leg, hooking an ankle behind him, knowing where this is going.

There is a click behind me. A drawer opening? Then, a moment later, cold wet fingers slide in behind me.

Behind me, my Master speaks softly. “You want this, Charlotte? It’s alright if you don’t.”

“Yes, I want this. I want both of you, inside me.”

Chill moisture coats my rear entrance, a finger inserts, slowly circling.

More chill, and another finger opening me, stretching the ring of muscle wider as it goes.

Another pause, and then a slick sound.

Michael inside me to the front, my Master eases in at the back, pressed close. Heartbeats echo through me, thumping hard, matching my own. My breath comes in short pants. Enfolded between my two Lovers, I quiver.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, it’s just very….”

“Intense…” suggests Michael.

Shuddering. “Intense, yes. That’s the word.”

remembering what happened the

instead, almost kneading me from the inside. My Master matches his cadence. Both hold

curling up from my depths: an arousal, deep, fervent, ardent. The sheer…. completeness… of having the two men I love

and our heartbeats, and the blood singing through my ears. As Michael begins to move more strongly within me, my Master following, the intensity, the

Whimpering, I pant hard.

“Alright, Charlotte?”

Who spoke?

“Yes.”

in a kind of sexual-spiritual ecstasy. Unable to move, rocked by the quickening movements of the bodies inside me, the bodies of my Lover and my Master, I ride the upward spiral to orgasm, like an

Moaning uncontrollably now, my skin slick with sweat, my hips want to buck but cannot

to a wail, then a howl and orgasm claims me. Trying to thrash, to struggle, but, twice pinned at

my Master groans, and I feel his face pressed to the back of my neck as, at the loins, he grinds against me. Michael thrusts a little longer - two or three strokes - before, with a gasp, he shudders, and pumps into me, his hips jamming

a while, none of us speaks. We simply lie in a heaving, sweating,

out of me, flopping back onto the bed beside me. “I’m going to miss

come back as often as

we can visit you there

“I’d love that.”

*****

I knock.

“Come in.”

is already there, sitting in a chair, across

smiles as I enter. “Hello, Charlotte. Please, sit down.

I know I’m repeating myself, but I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for what you

nods acknowledgement. “It is enough to know that you can leave your past behind,

to me. “In there, you will find a prepared contract relating to your employment with us: training, college links and so on. It’s the standard contract we issue to student trainees, but please look through

unbelieving, I take the envelope. “Um, should

I have things to discuss. Why don’t you go through the details, out

an employer and a salary; not a large one, but a salary nonetheless. There is hands-on training in all aspects of company matters and through the full range