Buying Charlotte

Chapter 8: The Virgin Sold, Part 3, Sharing Me

I am acutely conscious that I am naked, more than naked, exposed, whilst these two men are still fully dressed. True, both have erections obvious through their clothing but...

As Michael drops down between my thighs, my Master´s voice whispers again. “Watch him. Watch his tongue curl around your clit. Look in the mirrors."

In the pale golden light of the candled mirrors, Michael laps at me. As the tongue slides over me, electricity firing up through me, the voice continues. “He´s tasting you. Your sweet p***y. Just as I did last night. As I´m going to again in a little while when he has made you ready for me. Are you wet Charlotte?"

“Mmm, yes," I choke out. ´Wet´ is the wrong word. ´Flooding´ would be more correct. Michael´s working of my bud and lips is driving me gently crazy, my engorging s*x pulsing under every stroke and movement of his tongue.

“Can you support yourself on your feet? Lift your hips upwards?" asks my Master, still close to my ear. “I´ll help support you." Michael clearly hears him too, and glances up, grinning.

“I think so Master."

“Good, one, two, now," and as I lift myself, my Master heaves me up, spreading my legs wider apart. “Excellent," he continues. “Now he can really get at you. But you´re not allowed to c*m. Not yet. Do you understand? You can´t c*m yet. I want to watch you awhile longer."

“I think so Master, but I´m not sure how to stop it."

“Don´t worry. I´ll stop it. And so will Michael. You´re not going to c*m until you´ve earned it."

“How do I earn it Master?"

He chuckles. “You going to suck us both off, and you´re going to f**k and be f****d by both of us."

At some level, I feel I should be alarmed by this, but no, Michael is licking out my p***y and I can feel my orgasm beginning to rise. “Tell me Charlotte. Which of us do you want to c*m in your mouth?" continues my Master.

At these words, my orgasm suddenly rises out of control, spiralling up from my core, sending undulating waves of pressure through my cunt, my thighs, my stomach. I scream and buck in my Master´s hold, Michael pushes his face hard into me, sucking at my p***y, hanging onto my hips as I squirm and writhe in ecstasy. His probing tongue sweeps around inside my p***y muscles as I c*m into his mouth. Straining and rocking against the man holding me from behind, and the one cleaning out my p***y with his face, I shudder and gasp ecstatically.

Orgasm subsiding, my racing pulse slowing a little, my Master mutters, “So much for self-control. You weren´t supposed to do that, Charlotte, but I´ll forgive you since I pushed you over the edge myself. Now, to repeat my question, which of us is going to c*m in your mouth Charlotte? Your choice."

How do I answer a question like that? “I don´t know Master."

“Not a good answer. Let´s see if we can help. Michael, if you would..."

Michael grabs me by both wrists, pulling me forward and up. I struggle a little from my splayed-leg position but end up tipped forward, on my hands and knees, looking up at Michael. He stands, looking down at me, and methodically strips off his clothes. His eyes are smiling at me, but it is more than a smile. Inexperienced as I am, I recognise sheer, clean animal lust when I see it. Naked, he is glorious, arms and legs firm, with strap-like muscles, lean and broad-chested. Definitely, this man works out or does some kind of physical job for a living. His erection twitches against a flat belly and now his smile reaches his lips. “Like what you see?" he asks.

Running hot and wet, despite my earlier climax, inside I am stirring again. I nod, swallowing hard.

My attention on Michael, I have failed to notice what my Master is doing. My peripheral vision picks up movement in one of the mirrors. He has also undressed and, now also naked, is watching me, watching Michael. “Enjoying yourself, Charlotte?" he asks. “I said I´d look after you. If you´re going to f**k for fucking´s sake, it might as well be with someone good-looking."

I have no time to think of a suitable reply, as both men move in on me, Michael´s c**k at my face, my Master´s erection pressed up to my rear, probing between my wet and swollen p***y lips.

The c**k in front of me is thick and veiny, deep purple-red, and glistening at the tip. From behind, my Master holds me by my long copper hair, pulling my face back and up. As he slides inside me from behind, he says, “Open wide Charlotte." Obediently I spread my legs wider. “Good girl, but I meant at the other end."

My Master, entering my pulsing and engorged p***y, makes me gasp anyway, and, as my mouth opens, the c**k in front of me presses against my lips. A voice says, “Suck it Charlotte. Lick it."

Looking at the size of the thing, I´m dismayed. I can´t possibly get this all in my mouth. I have read of, seen films of, how a woman is supposed to take a man´s c**k all the way into her mouth. With the reality facing me, it is impossible. I do my best, licking at the silky skin of the head and the ridge, tasting for the first time, a man´s pre-c*m, a strange salt-sweet-bitter taste mingling with the musky scent of his skin and groin.

“Very good Charlotte." I am not sure who says it. My Master is pumping me at the rear, still firmly gripping my hair, keeping my face level with Michael´s shaft and balls, despite the rocking movement of him f*****g me.

Michael is holding me, supporting himself on my shoulders. As I open my mouth wider, to try to accommodate his c**k, to suck him, his hips start gently to thrust as he face-f***s me.

It is strangely satisfying, this sensation of being filled from both ends. I hear gasps and groans, but am uncertain as to where each is coming from. The c**k in my mouth, already large when I first wrapped my lips around it, seems to be growing ever firmer and thicker, while a thin stream of creamy fluid is filling my mouth and dribbling from my lips. As it presses deeper and harder into my mouth and throat, I begin to gag.

“Feel like a change Michael?" asks my Master´s voice.

“Abso-fuckin-lutely."

The c**k in my p***y abruptly withdraws, as does the one in my mouth.

“I think I´ve decided Charlotte," says my Master, slapping me on the rump as he does so. “I´m going to be the one who comes in your mouth. But first, you have to lick me clean. Let´s get you trained up a little in the gentle art of c**k-sucking."

The two men change positions, Michael moving in behind me, settling between my legs and pushing inside me. He pumps me, but slowly and gently. “Feel that Charlotte?" asks my Master, as he positions his c**k in front of my face. “That´s Michael f*****g you up the cunt. I know his habits; he won´t let himself c*m until he´s watched me shoot into your mouth. How do you feel about that?" As he says this, my heated p***y convulses and floods, and I jerk in response, Michael´s grip on my hips keeping me steady, but his rhythm never faltering as he slowly thrusts into me: in and out, in and out.

“I´m not sure Master," I gasp.