Buying the Virgin

Chapter 13: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Thirteen

Michael thrusts, piston-like, into me for only perhaps a minute, then withdraws, slapping me on the

rump as he does so. “I’m not finishing in you so early, Charlotte. And anyway, I want to see you drink

my cum. Someone else can fuck you now.”

Almost immediately, hands fumble at me, pulling apart my butt cheeks, further exposing my throbbing

vulva. “Now then Little Girl. Let’s see how you handle a really big one.” And a huge cock pushes its

way inside me. The voice continues. “Lots of girls can’t take me. But I bet you can. That pussy of yours

is just dripping.”

Through the gag of my Master, I gasp as the shaft entering me squeezes and pushes its way inside,

stretching me wide, filling me completely. It feels amazing and I push my ass back onto the cock’s

owner.

“Oh yes, very nice. My compliments little girl. A very fuckable cunt you’ve got there.”

He starts to pump me slowly, making squelching noises as he pulls in and out. “Yes, a nice tight fit, but

comfortable for a man.” His fingers run over my butt-hole. “I suppose you know that your Masters

wouldn’t let us play in the backyard? What a shame. I’ll have to settle for making you yell this way.” And

with that he changes gear, pounding into me, his balls banging against my thighs as he pistons inside.

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thus far to only Michael and my Master, but I know that this man is huge. Even his hands feel huge as

he grips my thighs, huffing and puffing as he fucks me, plunging full depth into my overheated core.

His breath grows laboured, ragged; and his hips quiver as he pounds me. Abruptly, he falls silent,

grinding hard into me, trembling and jerking. After a moment, he bends down over my back, speaking

close to my face. “Lovely, little girl. I might manage another one before the evening’s out, but if I don’t, it

was well worth every penny. Good luck with that college of yours.” He pulls out of me with a sucking

noise, to be immediately replaced by another man.

This one is silent, save for some quiet grunts. Much smaller than the last guy, I can barely feel anything

by comparison. Holding me by the hips, over a couple of minutes, he simply fucks me and shoots his

load. I want more than this.

As he pulls out of me, there is a murmuring in the background, muttering.

“I want to straddle her face, jerk off into her mouth. And I want to see her looking at me.”

“Yeah, I want to face fuck her too. I’m paying for this. I want my money’s worth.”

My Master’s voice: “Take it easy with her, gentlemen. You’ll all get your turn.”

I am lifted, still handcuffed, but the blindfold is ripped away. Blinking a little, my vision bleary, I can

see…a dozen men, including my Master and Michael. Although a couple are sitting back - the ones

who just fucked me already? - all are naked and most have quivering erections.

I am laid on a…not exactly a bed…more a padded platform, set at about waist height. Laid on my back,

my arms are pulled back over my head, and my body pulled forward so that my hips just overhang the

end of the platform.

“Okay, who’s next for the head end? Who wants the tail?”

A guy spreads my knees, standing between my legs, cock atremble as he probes my entrance. My legs

hanging loose in the air, although I want to help, to position myself, I cannot arrange myself to take him.

“Lift her legs guys. Hold her up. I’ll return the favour in a few minutes.”

One man takes my left leg, another my right. Lifting me at the ankles, my legs are raised, bent at the

knees and spread, my pussy fully exposed, stretched open. My legs supported, I can move. Arching

my back, lifting my hips, I present myself for fucking.

The man between my legs, stands back, peering into me. “Gorgeous,” he says, and pokes a finger

inside me, twiddling it around in circles, pressing his thumb against my clit.

I squeal and wriggle and he grins. “Oh, you’re good for plenty more aren’t you? Tell you what. I don’t

think you’ve cum yet, have you? Let’s sort that out before I have my own.”

He shoves a couple of fingers inside me, probing at my wet cunt, thumb pressing against my clit,

rubbing it back and forth. Sharp darts of arousal spear up through my belly, and I absolutely cannot

control myself. Jerking and bucking, I yell and scream and laugh.

The man pulls out again, then glances both ways. “Hold her lads. Stretch her open wide. Let’s all get a

good view. Have we any pillows?”

A cushion is shoved under my hips, my legs pulled back and open again, swinging my knees almost

over my head. The guy between my legs grins widely, producing a vibe from God-knows-where.

“Ready girlie? I’m really gonna make you scream.” He glances around. “You know why we use this

place?”

For the first time since losing the blindfold, I look around properly, taking in my surroundings. We are in

some kind of old stone cellar or basement, really old, with arches and vaulted ceilings.

“This is the old underground wine cellar of the building. Really solid. Scream all you like. No one’s

gonna hear you.”

A frisson of fear runs through me at this and I look around for my Master. He meets my eyes, smiling,

and shaking his head slightly. Nothing to be scared of, just excited by.

Barely do I have time to register this, when there is a buzzing and the vibe kisses my pussy lips,

sending eruptions through me. I jerk and convulse. I am beyond yelling, instead making a kind of

moaning wail. The vibe is pulled away again.

The buzzing lessens as the guy fiddles with the vibe. “I’m turning the power down. Let’s stretch it out a

bit, shall we? Don’t want you popping your cork too quickly.”

The group of men have gathered around me. Some have stationed themselves for a view between my

spread legs. Two are close by my face, rubbing their cocks, one letting pre-cum drip over my face and

into my mouth, the other sliding his glistening shaft over my lips. I lick upwards greedily, not wanting to

waste any of this wonderful fluid, then spasm into life as the vibe slides over my pussy lips again.

This time the power is lower, and I can control myself more easily. However, as the vibe slips skilfully

round and over my clit, then down lower to my pussy, and back again, I squeal and shout as I try to

escape-embrace the flood tide of arousal carrying me away. Trying to thrash, I am pinned down by

hands at the shoulders and hips, my legs held open wide, spread at the knees.

The guy with the vibe is watching intently, his gaze hovering between my pulsating pussy and my eyes.

With two splayed fingers of one hand, he stretches back the hood of my clit, exposing the hard, wet,

nub and, very glancingly, slides the vibe over the tip. Electric pleasure shocks its way up through me

and I howl, not in pain but in a kind of triumph.

“That’s it girlie. Let’s hear you scream. Don’t mind if some of us take advantage of that open mouth, do

you?”

I have men standing either side of me, jerking off over my mouth and face. One leans right in towards

me, his balls bouncing against my face as he works himself over me. Smelling musky, he drips hot pre-

cum over my lips. I want to take him in, suck him off, but I can’t control myself as the vibe ruthlessly

works my pulsating clit.

Another man slips his hand between my legs and around the vibe, pushing fingers inside me. The

fingers plunge in and crook upwards, rubbing hard inside me against my G-spot.

Orgasm is irresistible. The tension builds in me, pressure rising from within, and I squirm helplessly

against the rising climax, wanting to flail around, but still pinned by grinning men. For a moment, I meet

my Master’s eyes. He is standing back, simply watching, but his own erection trembles upright against

the flat of his stomach. Though his face is serious, his eyes are smiling, crinkling at the corners, as he

sees my welling orgasm.

Explosively I come hips bucking so hard that the hands holding me lose their grip. Tipping my head

back, eyes squeezed tight shut, I scream, dimly aware that hot cum, from several directions, is

shooting into my open mouth and over my face. My own juices run hot and free.