Chapter 17: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Seventeen


    Michael’s thick shaft is growing ever more distended as I work it with my mouth and tongue. My jaws


    wide and beginning to ache, a steady trickle of pre-cum lines my mouth with its delectable briny-sweet


    taste.


    The heat of breath disappears from my pussy. In the mirror, I see Michael’s head raised as he gasps


    and pants, quivering on the edge of climax. My Master watches him, working his own erection ever


    harder.


    My lips sealed around his shaft, I feel Michael’s climax arising. The tension builds and the pulsing at


    the root of his cock spreads to taut thigh muscles. His balls tighten and crinkle, writhing in their own


    way, as I watch, fascinated.


    With a groan he cums, and my mouth fills with hot cream, spurting to the rhythm of his pulsating root


    and flooding me. I try to take it, swallowing hard and this time, I amodate him. As his cock presses


    into my gag spot, abruptly my throat rxes, and he gushes directly and deeply in, loins grinding


    against my face and shoulders, trembling and bucking as orgasm takes him.


    With ast gasp, he slides free of me. As he does so, my Master steps forward, pulling me forward to


    sit upright, helping me to breathe as I splutter and gasp.


    “You okay, Charlotte?” he asks.


    I do not quite have my breath back but, “Yes, I’m fine. Didn’t think I could do that. It’s okay. I just had to,


    not breathe, for a few seconds.”


    Michael has recovered himself and looks sheepish. “Thank you, Charlotte. I’m sorry. I truly didn’t mean


    to go so deep in.”


    “It’s fine really. And you’re wee.”


    “Get your breath back.” My Master sits next to me, stroking my back, his own cock trembling, the fluid


    droplet at the end, quivering to a pulse beat. My wind recovered, I lean to drink in the milky bead,


    mixing it in my mouth with the taste of Michael. Sliding my tongue over the silken skin of the cock-head,


    I savour the taste of my Master.


    For a few moments, he allows it, then pushing me down again onto my back, he straddles me, on all


    fours, cock over my face, poised.


    Michael parts my thighs once more, this time kneeling on the floor, leaning into me over the bed, face


    into my liquid pussy.


    Again, in the mirrors, peripherally, I can see them, each fucking me in different ways; the three of us


    together, with a thousand candlelit reflections. Although my Master is waiting for me to serve him, I take


    a moment to enjoy the sight; myself,id and spread, Michael parting my folds with his tongue, and my


    Master, with his thick cock aquiver over my face.


    A nudge at my mouth reminds me of my duties, and I turn back to lick-fuck the shaft probing at me.


    As I manoeuvre back into position, the seeping slit draws a thin line of pre-cum over my face, fragrant


    and erotic. Greedily licking at the remainder, I open my mouth wide, ready top and suck and mouth.


    “Just hold your mouth tight for me,” says my Master. “You don’t have to do anything. Just take me in as


    far as you can.”


    I draw my lips tight around, concentration made difficult by Michael’s working of my bud and pussy.


    Finger fucking my cunt, and the other hand holding back the hood of my clit, his tongue is revolving the


    hard nub, encircling it with a growing tension, a tidal heat that flows in waves outwards through my sex,


    along my belly and thighs. Involuntarily, my hips move with the pulsating rhythm. Knees up and feet t


    down on the bed, it is easy for me to support myself, arching, to ease into Michael, to try to take him in.


    My Master guides himself gradually between my poised lips, sliding in, little by little, not too deeply at


    first. Then out again. In and out.


    I hold him tightly as he exits; cken a little as he enters. He seeps pre-cum, a trickle over my lips,


    helping with lubrication. It is difficult to moisten his way with my mouth so full, and my tongue pinned to


    the base of my jaw.


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    Michael’s work on my clit, his fingers grinding at my G-spot is bringing me rapidly to climax. I need to


    pant, to gasp. Groaning and quivering, I try to keep up my performance on my Master, but


    concentration is growing more difficult.


    I think my Master knows this as he does not attempt to prate my mouth deeply, leaving my throat


    free, and allowing me to breathe freely. Instead, he hovers between my lips, allowing me to suckle his


    cock, to enjoy the now streaming, creamy flow.


    My orgasm arises and blossoms. In waves of heat and electric, it pulsates through me. I cry out, a


    triumphant wail, an exultant howl of glory. My hips bucking, Michael nts his tongue inside my


    throbbing cunt, drinking my gushing pussy. On and on it goes. My body must know that our time


    together is almost gone because my orgasm stretches andsts seemingly forever.


    As the glitter fades, I have a final moment as my Master cums and spurts. His cream jets, hot over my


    lips and tongue, and as my mouth fills my pussy leaps again. I convulse, a paroxysm of pleasure once


    more rippling through me.


    The cock in my mouth juddering and dripping, my pounding cunt clenching and pulsating, I scream. My


    hands il, snatching at whatever is in reach: my Master’s thighs. My pelvis bucks and jerks and I find


    myself whooping andughing. It is so good, I don’t know what else to do.


    I am stillughing as my Master pulls away from me and joins Michael, now sitting by me, watching my


    performance with a sparkling smile.


    “I trust all was in order my Lady?” he asks. Michael is not generally talkative, so I feel that I have made


    an impression.


    I lie back, limp, exhausted but grinning like an idiot. “You could say that.”


    My Master looks amused. “You’re going to wear us both out Charlotte. Perhaps we should eat?”


    We order food. Steak. Sd. Delicious little baby vegetables, steam-cooked and just crisp.


    Strawberries and cream. Sitting together on the bed, we share a meal, drink champagne.


    “So how shall we say goodbye, Charlotte? Tomorrow’s yourst day with us. What would you like to


    do?”


    “Can we go somewhere? The beach again? The mountains? A park perhaps? A pic would be lovely


    again.”


    We drive up to the mountains. The weather isn’t good enough for a pic, but we find a hotel


    overlooking theke. Great wide picture windows disy panoramic views of Heaven and, sitting at a


    table eating our meal, we watch scudding clouds cast light and shade over sparkling waters.


    Back at my Master’s apartment, our mood is quiet. This is ourst evening.


    I lie on my side, Michael curled in front of me, facing me. Behind me, my Master’s long frame is in


    ‘spoons’ position, nestled up close behind me. His long arms are wrapped around me in a loose


    embrace, hands bedevilling my nipples, plucking and teasing, rolling already engorged flesh, between


    thumb and forefinger.


    His stiff cock presses hard against my back, the pulse of his heartbeat echoing through me,


    counterpointing my own.


    Sandwiched between my two Masters, I feel warm, secure and incredibly horny. Although I have barely


    been touched as yet, my tight closeness with these two men, who take such pleasure in me and in my


    own pleasure, is winding me gently up the road of arousal. Already I feel wet and ready, pussy vibrating


    with anticipation, clit slowly pulsing.


    A week ago, I knew nothing of this. I was waiting, afraid for what would happen to me over the next few


    days, as I auctioned myself and my virginity to the highest bidder, hoping desperately that it would be


    worthwhile, that I would earn enough funds to help me out of my poverty trap and through college to


    the future I hoped for.


    I was lucky. I know I was lucky. It could easily have been different if I’d had another buyer, a man of…


    different tastes.


    But the buyer was my Master here. He took my virginity so carefully, treating my first time as something


    special. Then he introduced me to Michael, who again, has taken pleasure in pleasuring me.


    Ah - the games we have yed together…


    My Master’s voice, close by my face, “Charlotte, lift your leg slightly. Swing it over Michael’s.”


    Obediently, Iply, lifting so that my knee rests over Michael’s thigh. His erection also trembles


    against me. Easing himself forward, he nuzzles against my engorged and slippery entrance, shifting


    position carefully before he pushes inside.