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!”

fucked this time? Will someone finger my clit? Suck my pussy? I

back and footsteps (How many? How

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

God, please. Please…” I say, wanting to beg for more, but

and inwards, stroking forwards to my bud. A second finger enters from

over my clit. Any trace of self-control

three, stretching me wide, thrusting, first gently, then harder

think gentlemen? I would say she needs a good fucking to ease

murmur of agreement and voices speak

“Let’s get her down.”

“She’s itching for it.”

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

What am I

I want

my ankles are being released. Then my raised arms

a voice says, “No, leave that for now. She’s

that’s right too. This faceless, anonymous, sexual tension is

leading me forward. More

pants

useless panties are tugged away, leaving my urgently pulsing pussy to

“Bend her over.”

“No, on her back.”

her what

get a turn. Bend her over.” It is my Master’s

spreading me. There is the sound of a zip and a cock presses to

am about to have the fucking of a

*****

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