Buying the Virgin

Michael pumps harder now, his swinging balls colliding with me as he thrusts. I am filled. I feel empowered, glorious, as I take these two men within me, taking what they can give.

Michael’s breathing is growing ragged. He pants and grunts as he spears me. His control is slipping, his cock ruthless as he ploughs into me. Fucking my ass, he begins to tremble and shake. Sweats pours down his face and neck. He drops his head low, his chin almost touching his chest as he groans loudly. With a gasp he plunges deep in, spasming as he cums into me, grinding his hips against me for a long minute.

My Master is also near climax. His lean hips shuddering, shaft throbbing into my mouth, his hands tighten their grip on my shoulders, fingers digging in as his climax builds. With a hot rush, he cums, hammering deep into me, to the back of my throat and pushing down, painting my mouth and the back of my throat with the salty sweetness of his flow. This time I try not to panic. I know he will withdraw quickly, as the rush passes.

Coughing and spluttering through it, I try to take all he can give me but needing to breathe, I try to break away, to take air, but cannot. Oblivious, my Master shoots into me, his cream flooding into me as he convulses and gasps.

Finally, he comes around to my problems and hastily pulls out of me. Spluttering and choking, eyes streaming, I swallow what I can, and cough out the rest.

“Are you alright Charlotte? I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” I reassure him. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.”

He sits beside me on the bed while I clear my airways again, stroking my head and curling my hair around his fingers. When I am breathing normally again, Michael sits on the other side of me, laying a companionable arm around my shoulder.

“Thanks for that Charlotte. It felt great.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Feel up to the rest of it now?”

“The rest of it? You’ve only just…”

out inside you. James here did pretty much the same to your brains, but you haven’t had your turn yet. We

again. “Errr…would you

you can Charlotte. You must think us absolute beasts. Come and have a glass of wine. Better still, wait

red to me, “Now, drink that. Make yourself comfortable. Lie back against

coming next. Michael sees my doubt. “Drink the wine,” he says. “Go on. You’re not supposed to knock it back, but take a couple of good mouthfuls, and start to let it work. You

half a glass, noticing that the rich fruitiness is quite a nice

of some kind of oil. It smells sweet, spicy and…not exactly savoury…but sort of wholesome, all at once. He sees my quizzical glance. “Almond oil, with lavender and geranium to work their magic on

then starts to massage my feet. Each foot is rubbed and fondled, from toe to heel and beyond up the ankles and further. He is quite skilful and I suspect he has some kind of

“You’ve done this before?”

conscious that we’ve asked a lot of you over the last few days. So now it’s your turn. Relax. I’ll ask you

work, but this never occurred to me. As he works on individual muscles in my legs, I examine him, admittedly now through a slightly alcoholic haze. His whole body is tough and muscular, but his hands, in particular, are well developed, both strong and gentle, as he manipulates my

a tight calf and I wince. “Take it easy, girl. I’m going to work these knots out

is not entirely functional. I can feel the good he is doing as he works my lower legs, but as he reaches my thighs he says softly, almost whispers,

thigh muscles, fingers smoothing over skin moved deeply by the heel of his hand, he does not roam to my sex. Nonetheless, he holds my eyes

hands before I wander around there again.

deep, male voice. Smooth as cream. Silky as satin. Why did I never

on the bed,” he

nest, quiescent now with his mind on other things. A

moment, stray onto my breasts. He hitches himself forward a little

eased apart. Warm breath flows across my inner thighs and inwards, my pussy practically vibrating under