Chapter 9: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Nine
I am bending forward, naked, over the footboard of a bed in a small be-mirrored room. My arms are
stretched out, wrists cuffed to the bedposts. My legs are spread apart, ankles cuffed to the bed legs.
Face down as I am, my hair falls over my face, obscuring my already limited view.
In front of me, my Master kneels naked on the bed, his twitching erection close to my face. Behind me
is his friend, Michael, again kneeling. His warm breath against my exposed pussy is already bringing a
rising heat to my face, among other things.
“Are you alright Charlotte?” asks my Master, his fingers curling through my long locks, copper-streaked
gold in the flickering candlelight.
Gasping, I struggle to get the words out. “Yes Master, I’m fine, just…aaahhhh…” Michael is stroking my
pussy lips with one finger - I think. I don’t have a terribly good view of exactly what he is doing, but if his
aim is to arouse me, he is seeding.
Three days ago, I was a virgin. Since then I have auctioned and sold myself and my virginity to the man
before me. He has taken me on a sexual roller-coaster and I am now learning of the gentle arts of
being fucked by two men together - with, I understand, much more toe.
My Master ys the glistening tip of his cock against my lips, inviting me to taste the salt-sweet
dewdrop seeping from the head. I wrap my lips eagerly around, loving the vour of my Master, and his
musky male scent as I inhale him.
Michael is parting my pussy lips, exposing my core, disying me, looking within to my depths.
Through the veil of my hair, I try to watch in the mirrors what he is doing. I can just see through my hair
as he leans forward, tongue extended, lips parted, to taste me.
Abruptly, the curtain of hair is swept aside, my Master gathering it up, sweeping it over one shoulder.
“My apologies Charlotte. Of course, you should be able to see. When you have two men fucking you
together, you should be able to enjoy the show.”
I can indeed now see what is happening, but my Master’s words, “Two men fucking you,” suddenly
liquefy my core. Michael chuckles behind me and I feel the shaking of hisughter as he leans into my
thighs, face into my now engorged and sodden sex.
He licks, starting with my clit and moving smoothly upwards over my lips and through my pussy. Heat
bubbles up inside me and I flood, juices trickling down inside my thighs, to be intercepted by Michael,
outstretched, mid-movement he hesitates. He slips back the hood of my clit, positioning himself so that
I have a perfect view of what he is doing, pure sex in his eyes, and showing me that he is about to take
my bud in his mouth.
Pleasure pierces hotly through me. It is too much, my hips starting to buck of their own ord. My
Master isughing above me. “Nice one, Michael. Make her squirm.”
Michael has twisted slightly, trying to angle himself so as to tongue-fuck me, and simultaneously, watch
me in the mirrors. Taking my button between his lips at the corner of his mouth, he tongues it, holding
my eyes all the time. Sucking gently from his slightly awkward position, nheless, wild fires are
alighting in me. As I watch him through a sexual haze, my control is rapidly vanishing, my back arching,
vibrating.
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!
Finally, he turns away, his face fully into me, breaking our locked gaze. As he slurps andps his way
up and through my sopping cunt, he can no longer watch my face, but I can see perfectly what he is
doing. His tongue circles my drenched clit, working through my folds and crevices, swiping through my
hot well. Licking deeply inside me, he circles my inner muscles, sucking, drinking me.
Ovee in a throbbing paroxysm of lust, pleasure pulsing through my veins, I am ame. Flushed
over chest, face, breasts and cunt, dripping with sweat and pussy juice, I writhe and gasp helplessly,
bound at wrist and ankle, unable to do more than wriggle uselessly, sucking in air, and moaning
incoherently.
“You’re getting very noisy Charlotte,”ins my Master, and abruptly, I find myself gagged by his
cock being shoved into my mouth. Engorged and pulsing, it forces an entry through my lips.
At this, Michael breaks away to stand, opens me to full extent with his fingers, and plunges into me,
hard. My hips buck and jerk in response, as he stretches my hot, wet pussy with his thick member.
Simultaneously, my Master is stroking himself into my mouth, blocking my attempts to scream or gasp.
Fluid leaks over my tongue and lips and I try to lick it away, enjoying the saltiness of my Master’s pre-
cum.
Michael behind me starts to gasp and shudder, speeding his already rapid, thrusting rhythm. I can feel
the tension in him building, his cock ever harder andrger inside me, his balls swinging against me, as
he rams himself home inside me, into my freely flowing cunt. My breathing takes on his rhythm, and I
pant in time with his thrusts, so far as I can with my Master’s erectionmanding my airways.
With a growl, he cums, grasping my hips tightly and shuddering as he pumps his seed into me.
Rocking and grunting, he pulses hotly once, twice, thrice more, grinding against my butt, and then
rxes.
Withdrawing with a sucking sound, he gasps and ps me on the buttock. “Ah, but you’re a great fuck
Charlotte. I’m going to enjoy this week. And I’m going to enjoy watching this now.”
I cannot reply. My Master’s cock is still plugging my mouth. Something about the way Michael says
“this” tells me that he knows something I don’t.
In the mirrors I see his eyes meet my Master’s, as he helps himself to a ss of wine, seating himself
at the top of the bed and showing every sign of being a man settling in for a show.
My Master pulls out of my mouth. “I’m not going to fully face-fuck you yet, Charlotte. Perhaps in a while.
But we have some other games to y first.”
Climbing off the bed, he pulls something out of a drawer, dangling it in front of me.
From my bound and straddled position, I see a red leather flogger, soft pliable fronds swishing over my
eyes and nose and mouth.
My Master trails it gently over my skin, across my face and shoulders, down the pale delicate skin of
my back, by the curve of my waist and hip.
Standing behind me, he swishes it over my buttocks. “Charlotte. I’m going to test your limits. You will
find this pleasant at first, but when it is too much, you must tell me, and I will stop. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Tell me clearly, Charlotte. What will you say when you want me to stop? ‘No’ isn’t good enough. ‘No’
often means ‘Yes’ in these cases.” He swishes the flogger against the back of my thighs, harder this
time. It stings a little and I gasp as a frisson runs through me. “What will you say? Your safety word,
Charlotte?”
What will I say?
Struggling for a moment, ites to me. “Heartbeat,” I say. “My safe word is ‘Heartbeat’ Master.”
“Good girl.” And the flogger licks around the tender skin of my thighs. Aaahhhh…
Searing pleasure electrifies me, jolting my pussy awake again.
In the mirror I see Michael, sipping wine, watching silently through hooded eyes. His pupils are wide
and dark, ck against the halo of his golden hair. His gaze locks with mine as the floggeres down
again,shing across a creamy buttock. The skin feels hot under the kiss of the leather, flushing red in
a wide stripe. My pussy is flooding with a scalding fluid, trickling down over my pulsing clit, a mixture of
my own juices and Michael’s cum.
The floggershes the other buttock, stinging hard, and I cry out at the pain, but I want this pain, this
sexual pain-pleasure surging through my core.
I want to be fucked. I want my Master inside me. My hips begin to gyrate, and theshes down
again, licking down within my thighs, close by my flooding sex. My inner walls are pulsing, thrilling to
the lick of the il on my skin.
“Please, Master…”
“Do you want me to stop Charlotte? Remember your safety word.”
“No Master. I don’t want you to stop. I want…” I am gasping now, my breathing in short rapid
pants. “I want…”
“What do you want, Charlotte?”