Chapter 14: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Fourteen


    The vibe continues working me. The fingers are still inside me. Their owner must surely feel the


    repeated clenching of my pussy muscles as throbbing rapture ripples through me.


    As the moment passes, I copse back, inert and spent, the glory fading.


    The owner of the vibe speaks again, “My turn now girlie. On your knees.” Again, I am lifted bodily and


    this time pressed down to the floor on my knees. Vibe-man pushes his cock at my face. “Open wide.”


    Obediently, I gape to ept him.


    As I wrap my lips around his throbbing shaft, he grabs the back of my head with both hands, moving


    me back and forth to the rhythm he wants. Not gentle, he pushes in and back, right to my throat, as I do


    my best to amodate him. Stretching my jaws wide, trying to wrap lips around my teeth, I suck and


    lick as best I can, but he is mainly interested in simply plunging in, making me gag as his cock


    prates my throat.


    I can’t take this. I can’t. Spluttering and choking, my eyes watering, I am beginning to panic when, all of


    a sudden, he withdraws and cums, spurting over my face and breasts.


    Barely do I have time to register that this one has done, when I am pushed down onto all fours and a


    cock pushes into me from behind, fucking me hard, balls banging, hands kneading my breasts.


    Another minute and this one finishes too. How many are left? I can’t take too much more.


    Another cock fills me, pounds into me, spurts and withdraws. And another. Surely this must be all of


    them?


    No, my Master and Michael are still there. Neither of them has cum in, on or over me. Looking around, I


    see my Master watching me, frowning slightly. He strides over, grabs me by a wrist and pulls me


    upright.


    “Okay folks. She’s had enough for one night. You’ve all had a turn.”


    I am surprised. “Master? But you and Michael haven’t…”


    He cuts me off, “Michael and I will be taking you home now, where it’s a little quieter.”


    Will there be any protest at my leaving? Apparently not. The rest of the group have apparently all


    fucked themselves out on me, at least for tonight.


    I am still naked, sweating and dripping with a mix of body fluids. I really want a bath. And I ache inside.


    My inner muscles are now thoroughly non-virginal, but totally over-exercised. I need a rest.


    “Come on Charlotte,” Says Michael, wrapping a nket around me. “Let’s get you back home.”


    I start to walk but totter uncertainly. Michael sweeps me up in his arms and carries me out to the car.


    As we leave the room a voice calls after me, “Lovely to meet you, Charlotte. Perhaps another night


    eh?”


    A second voice shouts, “Me too. I’m happy to help get your college fees up too.”


    “Me too.”


    “And me.”


    A long soak in a hot bath, and a mealter, I am feeling much better and wondering if my Master and


    Michael will expect anything more of me tonight. I hope not. Walking bow-legged is hard work.


    But I needn’t have worried. My Master brings me a hot chocte and packs me off to bed. “Sleep


    Charlotte. You’ll be better for it tomorrow and we’ll all enjoy ourselves then.”


    And I do sleep, very well.


    *****


    The following day, we again have a ‘day off’. My Master and Michael take me to the beach, where we


    eat ice cream, frolic in the waves together before swimming well out to sea, andter baste ourselves


    on the sands under hot sun. Michael forgets to reapply his tanning lotion after swimming and his face


    turns quite red against his blond hair.


    Lunch is seafood pae with wine, a dry rosé, pink as the prawns in the food and smelling of fresh


    flowers and summer days.


    Later, back in my Master’s apartment, on the bed in the mirrored room, my Master lies to one side of


    me, stroking my stomach. Michael is to the other side, leaning over me, suckling a nipple. I ask him,


    “What did you mean exactly? My other virginity?”


    Michael releases the nipple, smiling. “I was hoping you were going to ask that. Let me show you.” Then


    he hesitates. “Are you alright with this? You took quite a lotst night.”


    “I’m fine,” I reassure him. “Though I’ll admit that I was happier when you just let me sleepst night, but


    today was lovely. I feel ready for anything again.”


    Michael grins at me. “A gentleman always knows when thedy’s had enough. But I’ll try to rise to your


    challenge.” He winks at me as he makes his double-entendre.


    My Master’s hands pull at me gently, urging me to roll over, onto my stomach. Michael parts my legs


    with his hands, then kneels between them. Lifting me at the hips, he pulls me up onto all fours, then


    guides me to turn a little, my face to the edge of the bed.


    Getting up, my Master opens a drawer, passes something to him and then sits on a chair beside the


    bed, watching. His cock is growing, twitching and stiffening. I watch it swell as Michael, behind me,


    slips his hands between my legs. Despite the remnants of an internal ache, I am already moistening in


    anticipation of what is toe, but also, there is an extra slipperiness to his fingers.


    He fondles my bud, ys with my pussy lips and runs fingers through my swelling folds. Then one


    hand still flicking at my clit, the other slides upwards, past my moistening pussy.


    For a moment, Michael fumbles, his other hand leaving my clit. Then there is a sudden chill, a cold


    moisture - lube?


    The hand returns to its work on my sweet spot, but now chilly wet fingers hover over my ass-hole.


    One circles, pressing lightly, then a little harder. Circling all the time, it pushes inside me, stretching


    outwards against the ring muscle as it goes, opening me up.


    As I realise fully what is going to happen next, I am breathing heavily. My arousal doesbat with


    nerves. Trembling and sweating, my pulse beginning to race, I feel Michael move close up behind me,


    his hands sliding to my waist, then round and down to my breasts, his erection pressing up against my


    swollen and gaping pussy.


    As he fondles me, tweaking one nipple, pinching at the other, he says, “I can’t resist some of this first.


    You’re dripping.” And his cock slips into me, sliding easily into my warm core, filling me. I face my


    Master, who is gently stroking his own trembling erection, watching in silence, holding my gaze.


    Michael pulls out from my pussy, again fumbles for a moment and then nuzzles his cock at my ass. It


    feels cold against my own heat - more lube?


    He pushes slowly into me. For a moment, there is pain; white heat bites at me and I whimper


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    uncontrobly. Instantly he pauses, retracting a little. And the hot/cold burn ceases. Then there is that


    chill again, and cold moisture on my crack.


    Again, Michael presses slowly inwards, and this time there is no pain. In and ever inwards, he pushes


    his cock. It’s intense. I feel I’m sucking him in, engulfing him. I feel every inch as he slowly prates


    me.


    My breath is not fast, but it is deep, and my heart pounds. My face is heating up, perspiration running


    down my forehead, and I feel certain that I am flushing from at least the breasts upwards.


    ncing up, my Master is still looking at me. Not at where Michael is sheathing his cock in my ass, but


    at my face. He doesn’t speak, but he tilts his head, the question in his eyes.


    “I’m okay,” I say. “It’s alright.”


    He smiles a long, slow smile, then offers his now fully erect cock to my mouth. As I reach to take it,


    tasting the slow salty-sweet droplet of fluid atop the head, he rests his hands on my shoulders.


    Michael ispletely inside me, motionless, for now. I am acutely conscious of the sensation of being


    filled, of the unusual pressure within me, of the stretchy-achy-pleasure of having a man’s fully hard and


    swollen cock up my ass.


    ncing ntwise to the mirrors, I see myself, on hands and knees, my Master’s erection in my


    mouth, Michael bending over me, inside me to the rear. I feel as though I am at the eye of the


    hurricane, a brief lull before the storm.


    Michael starts first, gradually pulling out, then once again sinking his shaft into my heat. Slowly, oh so


    slowly, he builds. There is no pain. No burn. Only the sensation of fullness, of sheathing him to the full.


    He builds speed, moving to a pulse-beat rhythm that matches my own rate of breathing.


    My Master starts to move too. Sliding his long cock in and out of my mouth, a steady stream flowing


    over my tongue, which I try greedily to swallow. My mouth plugged as it is, swallowing is difficult and


    pre-cum trickles down from my lips, dribbling down my chin.