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Chapter 10: The Virgin No More, Part 1, Auctioned and Sold

Author: Simone Leigh
last update Last Updated: 2022-10-26 14:11:08
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 succeeding.

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 to come.

My Master plays 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 flavour of my Master, and his musky male scent as I inhale him.

Michael is parting my pussy lips, exposing my core, displaying 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 his laughter 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, lapping them up. My eyes meet his in the mirrors and he grins wickedly as, holding my gaze, tongue 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 accord. My Master is laughing 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, nonetheless, 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 and laps 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.

Overcome in a throbbing paroxysm of lust, pleasure pulsing through my veins, I am aflame. 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," complains 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 and larger 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 erection commanding 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 relaxes.

Withdrawing with a sucking sound, he gasps and slaps 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 glass 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 play 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, it comes 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.

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