Buying the Virgin Box Set Two Page 5

  I stand straight, tilt my chin up. I have done this before, when I auctioned my virginity. The best way to behave in such a situation, is to be proud. Pulling my shoulders back, my flaming hair tumbles in a cloud, around my shoulders and down to my waist. My stomach, gently curved to the fox at my loins, my long legs, well exercised; I need no false modesty. I look good. I know that every man in the room wants to get inside me.

  And is going to.

  Michael still stands close behind to me, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my puckering nipples. I know that I am being displayed. Then his fingers tweak at my already hard nubs, and I startle, yelping slightly.

  “Jeez.” says a voice. “Who gets first go?”

  Michael’s strong hands, hard and muscular, slightly rough, glide over my body. My waist, the curve of my belly. One slips further south. The other returns to its gentle torment of my nipple.

  Fingers wriggle through my damp curls, probe between my thighs. “You’re very wet, Charlotte.” he says.

  My hips are beginning to judder. Michael’s touch has always been magical, the skilled touch of a masseur. A single finger is stroking my clit, and my knees begin to give.

  Abruptly, his arm is around my waist, supporting me. “Too far, too fast, eh, Charlotte.” he murmurs, laughter in his voice.

  Then my Master is close by. “Time for a change of pace, I think.” His hands rest on my shoulders, exerting a gentle downward pressure. “On your knees, Charlotte.”

  Blindfold as I am, to kneel is a little awkward, but hands support me from either side, balancing me as I descend. With excitement, and nerves, I am becoming very hot, my skin flushing. Biting my lip, I await…. what?

  “Charlotte.” says my Master. “Pick a card out of the five I showed you.”

  “Knave of Hearts, Master.”

  “Who has the Knave of Hearts?”

  “I do.” says a voice. and there is a rustling noise. For a moment, I cannot identify it, but then hear the rasp of a zipper, the soft whoosh of clothes falling to the floor, followed by other assorted ‘getting undressed’ noises.

  “So, little Lady. Where do you want me? Mouth or pussy?”

  My Master’s voice interrupts. “It is not Charlotte’s choice. You decide what happens now.”

  “Well in that case, open your mouth, Charlotte.”

  I part my lips, licking them nervously. My breasts rise and fall with my rapid breathing, and as a warm cock-head pushes at my lips, I taste the salty-sweet beadlet oozing from the tip.

  “Lick it off, Charlotte.” says the voice. “Lick me clean, for now anyway. You’ll have a lot more than that to swallow in a while.” He strokes the top of my head. “Tell me, Charlotte. Do you like to be face-fucked?”

  I don’t reply. Instead, wrapping my lips around the fat cock-head given to me, I swirl my tongue around the ridge. Kneeling up straight, my hands free to assist, I work the shaft with both hands, squeezing and kneading, my mouth planted around the head. I enjoy doing this. It gives me control, and he stiffens further under my massage, growing fuller in my mouth. I suckle at his steady stream of pre-cum, but he cannot jam into my throat. Pausing for a moment, I lick some of it onto my palms, then return to my attention back to this fine, thick, shuddering shaft.

  As I mouth him, from balls to head, from above me, I hear his deep intake of breath. “Hey guys. Give me something, to watch while I’m having my cock sucked. Who’s going to fuck her pussy, or up the ass?”

  My Master replies. “Manners, Gordon. You know the rules. Charlotte will choose the card. That decides who is next. Charlotte, name another card.”

  I pull away from my work for a moment. “Ten of Hearts, Master.”

  “Who has the Ten?”

  “I do.”

  It is Daniel’s voice again. Wonderful. I want to feel his lovely cock inside me. I wonder if I will get the opportunity to see it.

  He is behind me, his hands stroking my hair, lingering over the blindfold, then his feet nudge between my knees. “Charlotte, let me in.”

  I part my knees, moving awkwardly as I lick and suck at the cock plugging my mouth. Daniel kneels close-up behind me, his hard cock pressed against my back. Rather high up my back, in fact.

  How big is he?

  His hands curve around me, under my breasts, lifting and moulding them, then pinching at the nipples, rolling them between thumb and finger.

  Yelping through my plugged mouth, I squirm and wriggle as my nipples are squeezed and pulled, each squeeze sending little bolts of electricity down through my stomach to spark into twitching pussy.

  Oh…. fuck me. For God’s sake…. Someone fuck me.

  Quietly by my face, but loudly enough for everyone to hear him, Daniel says, “I’d like to take you up the ass Charlotte. I’d really like to do that. But I’m going to fuck your pussy instead, because I can feel it’s sodden, and I want to watch you lick your own pussy juices off me, before you swallow my cum.”

  A vision of Daniel’s long, black beautiful cock flooding my mouth is too much. My hips start to quiver and shudder of their own accord. As though on cue, the thick shaft in my hands suddenly goes tense. There is a gasp from above me, and hot cream pulses into my mouth.

  I suck and lap and lick at the cum pumping over my tongue. As the stream flows, then stops, a voice says. “That’s enough, Girl. Let go of me.” And his fingers prise me from the now flagging, shaft.

  Daniel’s member probing my pussy, there is a whirl of movement around me.

  “Next card.” a strange voice says. It must be the third of the strangers. “Ace.” I say, struggling a little through the mouthful I am still swallowing. Some of it escapes, dribbling down my chin.

  “That’s me, Charlotte.” says Michael’s voice, stepping in to take his place.

  I would know his scent anywhere, and as I nuzzle at Michael’s lovely cock, and kiss his balls, I inhale deeply at his perfume, smelling cleanly of pine and sex.

  As I do so, Daniel pushes at my engorged entrance.

  Oh God. He’s huge!

  Inwards he pushes, and further in, occasionally drawing back, to reinsert himself as he laves himself in my hot juices, lubricating the way for his massive shaft.

  I hear the smile in his voice. “Do you like that Charlotte? There’s a reason your Master chose me for tonight. He thought you would appreciate my particular….assets…”

  The enormous member stretching me wide, and yet wider, I understand why Michael and my Master encouraged me to warm up first. They knew that I would have to be really ready to accommodate this massive shaft.

  But I am really ready.

  As Daniel penetrates me, I fall forward onto my hands and knees to take him, conscious that Michael is before me, and that I want him inside me too.

  “Michael….”

  “I’m coming down to you, Charlotte.” The sound of his movement suggests he is kneeling.

  “Hey, James.” says the last stranger’s voice. “I think she should see what going on. Why else have you got all these mirrors?”

  “Fair point.” replies my Master. “I thought the blindfold would increase her sensitivity to the occasion, but perhaps…. Charlotte, would you like to be able to see?”

  I am groping around with my hands, trying to find my Angel. “Yes, Master I would. I want to reach Michael, but I can’t find him.”

  “I’m here, Charlotte.”

  Hands at the back of my head struggle briefly with the knots of the scarf, and then suddenly, I can see. Blinking against the sudden light, I see my…. ‘Valentines’…. for the first time, ready for me.

  The third stranger, the Scandinavian, grins down at me. Naked as all the rest, his piercingly blue eyes bore down into me.

  “Hello, Charlotte. We’ve not been introduced yet. I am Borje. I am looking forward to getting my cock up your ass while….” he waves around randomly,” ….while one of these guys is up your cunt. And ideally, while you have a mouthful of cock too. Your Master tells
me you enjoy that sort of thing.”

  I can’t believe it, but his words make me blush. I look down, and all five men burst out laughing. “Oh, Charlotte.” chuckles my Master. “It’s a bit late to be bashful.”

  He’s right. Of course, he is. “But with one man behind me, ready to pump me good, and another before me, waiting for me to get my mouth around his cock, the remark seems a little ill-timed.”

  My Master pauses, looking at me closely. “You are all right are you, Charlotte?”

  I swallow my embarrassment. “’Course I am, Master. It’s just that no-one’s ever said it quite like that before.”

  “So, you are enjoying yourself?”

  “Oh yes, Master. In fact….”

  “Yes?”

  “Perhaps on the bed? For what Borje has in mind?”

  Before my Master can speak, with a thick sucking noise, Daniel pulls out of me from behind, and, standing, grabs me under the arms, lifts me up and drops me on the bed.

  “Excellent idea.” he says, then lying down, stretches out full length, inviting me, with a wave of his hand, to climb on board. “Straddle me, Charlotte.”

  His cock is a monster. I can’t believe it was just inside me, but as he lies there, with the huge shaft pulsing to his heartbeat, I climb over him and, positioning myself carefully, ease the tip through my stretching entrance.

  Oh God, that feels good….

  He reaches up, feeling at my breasts, massaging and stroking.

  Borje climbs on the bed behind me and, with a palm flat to my back, pushes me forward, bending me to expose my tight asshole.

  “Nice ass, Charlotte. I quite like ‘em pinker though.” And he slaps me, hard across one cheek.

  I yelp, and my pussy clenches. Daniel grunts and his head tilts back, eyes squeezing closed. “Borje, was it? For me, you can do that again.”

  Borje slaps my other butt-cheek, and again my pussy convulses around Daniel’s cock.

  Borje snakes an arm around my front and dips fingers between my sopping loins, coating them with my juices, then slips a single finger inside me at the back, circling and stretching, opening my passage.

  Michael is now on the bed too, his twitching cock level with my face, but he watches, with my Master, as Borje works to open me up.

  “How wide do you open, Charlotte?” he asks. “Let’s find out.” And with that, first dipping himself in my folds again, he inserts a second finger, twisting and revolving, stretching and plying.

  My breath is shaky, my heart beating hard and fast. With Daniel already inside me, his cock is pulsing, vibrating, through my belly.

  Again, looking to one side, I see myself in the glimmering candlelight, straddled across Daniel, his sable against my Celtic pale skin. Borje behind me, his silver hair reflecting pale gold in the gleam of the candles, and Michael before me, ready for me to take his hard, thick shaft and suckle on it until he climaxes over my tongue, flooding me.

  But there is someone missing.

  “What about you Master?” I ask. “What do you want?”

  He leans against the wall, watching under hooded lids, looking almost…. disinterested. But I know him too well for that.

  “Oh, don’t worry about me, Charlotte.” he replies, laconically. “I’m very happy to watch my friends here get you ready for me. In a few minutes, I’m going to spread your legs, and you’re going to come, while I drink from your pretty, abused little pussy.”

  My inner muscles twitch at his words and a frisson runs through me. My Master, seeing me react, and with eyes smiling, leans back against the wall, arms folded, to watch.

  From below me, Daniel say “Don’t try to move, Charlotte. It wouldn’t work. Stay put. We’ll do the work.”

  Good advice.

  I ready myself. With Daniel already deep inside me, Michael nudges at my lips, then slowly slides in. His hands cupped around my chin he starts to thrust to a slow, steady tempo.

  My mouth gagged, I cannot speak as, behind me, Borje pushes inwardly, past my ring of muscle, testing me. Once, twice, thrice, widening me, opening me further with each entry. As he penetrates me, the delicious sensation of being filled, of having every option taken, sends my heartbeat spiralling.

  So far as I am able, tethered as I now am at all points, I try to accommodate Michael. His cock, sleek and warm and pungent, tasting of sex and desire, fills my mouth, reaching almost to my throat. But always he withdraws before I might gag. He thrusts, withdraws, thrusts, withdraws. Each time, he exits completely. I can swallow and breath, and then I reach to take him in again. And each time, I relax my lips to allow easy entry, tighten them as he withdraws.

  He releases his hold of my face, stretching up, hands clasped behind his head as his loins continue their steady rhythm.

  Borje and Daniel are beginning to pump me, from behind and below. They work together, in a rhythm, thrusting in turn, one penetrating as the other withdraws. As I rock back and forth under them, I shudder and quake, blood pounding and singing in my ears. My breasts swinging, my hips and shoulders rocked by the two men fucking me behind, it is magical, and I would howl the glory of it, were it not for my mouthful of Michael’s cock.

  I feel, then see, Michael start to shudder. Despite being on all fours, I raise a hand to massage the root of his cock, pressing in with my fingers to increase the pressure for him. His flesh pulses in my hand, and his balls are hot and tight. Through palm and mouth, I feel his building tension until, with a groan, he comes. His cock throbs into me, and hot cum streams into my mouth. I suck and lap and swallow for as long as he continues, before, with a gasp, he pulls free from me, to stand, still quivering, next to my Master.

  Immediately, Daniel, from below me says “Hey, my turn. Let me out.”

  Pulling once more out of my pussy, he slides out from under me, scrambling to his knees. “No offense, Charlotte. You feel great inside, but I really want to face-fuck you.”

  My pussy abandoned, Daniel shoves his cock to my face. Close-up, it is humongous, easily as long as I had imagined, and wide too; fat almost.

  He actually looks embarrassed. “I know.” he says. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it easy.” And he offers the monstrous, glistening cock to me.

  “Lick me, Charlotte.” says Daniel. “Lick me clean.”

  I slide my tongue up his full length. From balls to head, I lick and suck my way. He seems to enjoy the noises, so I make a show of slurping and gulping loudly, as I clean away my pussy juices and the thin stream flowing from the slit.

  “Now.” he says. “Open up.” And as I part my lips, he pushes inside.

  I do my best with the huge member, stretching my jaws wide and taking as much as I can without gagging. I can do nothing; it is simply too large. I simply receive what is given to me.

  My eyes rolling, I see my Master is watching with keen attention.

  Still watching out for me?

  I think so, yes. This could easily get out of hand, but I know he will not allow it.

  “Try to suck if you can.” says Daniel. “I know it’s difficult for you. Just do your best.”

  Borje, at my rear, is beginning to shudder. “Oh God, that looks hot.”

  In the mirrors, he pumps at my ass, all the while watching Daniel feeding me his shaft.

  Borje, very flushed, sweat streaming down his face, pauses in his pumping, looks skywards, then downwards, and with a groan, presses himself into me, hips quivering and grinding as he comes.

  Daniel is very gently working his cock-head in my mouth. In and out he goes, while I suck and lick as well as I can. He fingers his shaft, squeezing and rolling it with a ringed thumb and forefinger. I wouldn’t have believed it possible, but the enormous organ swells even further, all but disabling my jaws, and my ability to anything but simply stay still, allowing Daniel to use my face and mouth.

  His breathy panting is growing. I hear his drumming heartbeat. As the throbbing cock starts to pulse, at the last moment he pulls out of my mouth and cum shoots, sticky and white
, over my face. I try to catch some with my lips, reaching out, but suddenly find myself pulled from behind, by Borje, upright into a kneeling position. The remainder of Daniel’s load splatters across my breasts and stomach.

  Daniel regaining his breath, looking at me, gives me one of the widest, whitest smiles I have ever seen, and stroking the side of my face, says “Thank you, Charlotte. That was amazing. Your Master is a lucky man.”

  “Speaking of which,” come my Master’s velvet tones. “I believe that makes it my turn.”

  “She hasn’t called your card.” says the American, who sitting on the end of the bed, has been watching the entire display.