Buying the Virgin

Chapter 44: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Forty-Four

“Good,” says Kris. “Now, let’s get you warmed up. And his hand slaps across my butt cheeks, stinging

hard. Blood singing in my ears, I yell and writhe, resisting the pain, but again, my pussy clutches and

spasms.

And again, as his hand comes down a second time.

“Your Masters are correct, Charlotte. You do colour up beautifully.”

For a third time, he spanks my ass, with force enough to make me yell, then I hear the rasp of a zipper,

a moment’s pause, and there is a cock being pushed inside my slick passage.

“I’m just taking it easy for now, Charlotte. Don’t want to finish myself off too soon. I want to see you

getting the face-fucking you deserve first.”

He thrusts a few times, with the feel of a man warming himself over. “Gentlemen. If you would. Who’s

first?”

My Master positions himself in front of me, unzipping, pulling out his cock. As he presents me his shaft,

quiveringly hard, looking down he says “Intense enough for you?”

“Yes, Master. Definitely.”

“Remember. ‘Yellow’ and ‘Red’.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Don’t forget that.” He strokes my hair and cheek, then, holding my head steady with both hands,

pushes inside my mouth. From my awkward position, I suck and lick, running my tongue over the rim of

his cock-head the way he likes.

His cock is rock hard. He is certainly enjoying this, and a trail of pre-cum trickles over my lips. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“James,” says Kris. “Would you like to come back here? Allow some of our guests to enjoy the use of

your sub?”

My Master, with a caress of my face, pulls out and after a brief moment, I feel one cock withdraw from

my pussy, to be replaced by another. Holding me by the hips, my Master pumps me from behind.

Michael remains to the front of me, watching my face carefully. The last time we were here, I spaced

out and did not say my safety words. Perhaps he is watching me for that again.

Of course he is.

A stranger is stripping off in front of me. Not bad looking, he has a headful of dark curly hair, matching

that on his chest. Hazy blue eyes look down at me through thick black lashes. “Hello Charlotte,” he

says. “I loved what you did back there. Steve always was a rude bastard. You are enjoying yourself

now, are you?”

Dreamily I nod, and he smiles as his cock pushes at my lips. “This won’t take you long,” he says. “I’ve

always loved redheads, and you really turned me on.”

His cock pokes over my lips, long and a bit thin, but already oozing. I suck at it, twining my tongue

around the head, and as he has said, after only a few seconds, he grunts and jerks. His fingers

wrapped into my hair, he pins my head as he shoots his load. I savour his hot cream as I swallow

before he bends and kisses my forehead. “Thank you, Charlotte. I do hope we meet again. I’d like to

spend more time with you if your Masters will allow.”

Behind me, my Master is breathing heavily, hips beginning to judder against mine. His stroke slows but

strengthens. Each thrust is individual, withdrawing completely from me, then ramming back in. With a

grunt, he presses in hard, grinding against me, before dropping down to lie, his chest on my back for a

moment, his face resting against mine.

“Are you alright Charlotte?”

“Yes, Master, I’m fine.”

“Remember, ‘Yellow’ and’ Red’.”

“Yes, Master.”

As he withdraws from me, he and Michael change places, my Master placing himself to watch me,

Michael positioning himself to penetrate me. With one finger, he traces the smarting line of the crop. As

his cock slides inside, he massages my hips and lower back, rubbing at tender muscles.

Meanwhile, another cock is pressing at my lips. “Open up, Charlotte.” says the owner. “You don’t need

to do the work; just wrap your lips around me.” I obey, rolling up my eyes to see my visitor. Blond and

brown-eyed, he chews on his bottom lip, while stroking himself into my mouth. “Suck me now,

Charlotte. Suck me hard.”

I do. Working him with my mouth and tongue and lips, I struggle. No trickle this; he flows constantly; a

bitter-sweet stream of pre-cum, that blankets the inside of my mouth, leaving me constantly struggling

to swallow, as he jams himself deep into me. Not quite deep enough to make me gag, but I think it is

only the watchful presence of my Master and Michael that stops this jerk going for a full deep-throat.

After a minute or two, he groans and spurts. I gurgle and splutter as I take his cum, but am glad when

he pulls out and goes.

Another cock is rubbing at my face. Pressed so hard against me that I cannot look up to see its owner,

it is only semi-erect. I try to take it, but in its semi-limp state, I cannot gain a hold. Its owner takes it in

his hand, pushing it against me.

“I want you to really milk me, Charlotte.” says a voice above me. “I want every drop to go down that

lovely throat of yours. And then I want you to lick me clean afterwards.”

Easier said than done.

The cock in my mouth never really becomes hard; doesn’t begin to flow. I am bound at the wrists. My

mouth is all I have to work with and is at a difficult angle. What am I supposed to do?

The cock works a warm and flaccid trail over my lips and face, but never can I really take it with lips or

mouth or tongue.

After some minutes of this, a voice says - from who knows where in the crowd - C’mon, Kev. If you

can’t get it up, make space for someone who can.”

Another voice. “If she doesn’t get it up for you Kev, nothing’s gonna….”

The cock retreats, to be immediately replaced by another; very different, long, thick and hard. As it

prods at my mouth, there is a familiar voice. I can almost hear the smile in it.

“Hello, Charlotte. I heard a rumour you would be here tonight. I wasn’t going to miss this chance.”

Without looking, I know it is Borje. We met before at one of my Master’s ‘parties’. In fact, he was one of

my ‘Valentines’. A strikingly handsome man, he is some variety of Scandinavian, with silver-blond hair,

piercing blue eyes and a deep tan. “Hi, Borje. Didn’t know you were here. Nice to see you again.”

“Oh, Charlotte,” he says. “I went out of my way to be here tonight when I heard you were coming. I’d

love you to suck me off again, but can I fuck your pussy too?”

“Ummm….” I flap my manacled wrists in a ‘What’s that to do with me?’ kinda way. “You’d better ask my

Master…”

Kris replies for me. “Quite right Charlotte. It is not for you to decide. However, it was not for you to

speak either, so you must be punished for that.” A hand slaps over my already sore buttocks, making

me wince. Then again in the same place.

“Borje, is it?” says Kris. “Obviously, you already know Charlotte. I think that you should administer her

discipline.”

“Um… I don’t really…” Borje seems very unsure of this.

Kris presses the crop into his hand. “Borje. Charlotte has misbehaved. She was instructed not to

speak. You will discipline her.”

“I’ve never used one of these things. I do like a nice pink ass though.” And he swipes his hand across

my cheeks, then rubs into my pussy with what feels like his thumbs. “I know you can colour up better

than that Charlotte.” And he smacks again, with more force, on the same spot. I yelp and wriggle, but

my pussy is running hot, and it wants more, even if I am beginning to think that I have had enough.

Kris speaks. “Borje. Use the crop.”

“I’ve never used one of these things. I don’t want to really hurt her.”

“So, you can learn.” Kris is determined.

Borje swipes at me with the crop, gently. It almost tickles past my ass, slipping over sweat-moistened

skin and sending a frisson up my spine.

“No. Harder.”

The crop comes down again on me. This time, it stings, and my pussy pulses.

“Borje. Charlotte must be disciplined….”

Thwack!

The crop comes down for a third time in Borje’s semi-willing hand, and this time, it has his strength

behind it. Harder than anything inflicted on me before, this time I really scream….

“Yellow! Yellow!”

“Again...” says Kris. “But there….”

They are behind me, but I know where he is pointing….

And, were it not for being bound to the padded block, I would collapse as Borje whips me, full throttle,

over pussy and clit.

I shriek, “Red! Red!” But even as I cry out, both my Master and Michael are there.

My Master simply unbuckles the cuffs from my wrists, scoops me up, and carries me onto the bed,

writhing in his arms, as my pulverised clit screeches out its protest.

Borje simply stands, holding the crop, looking upset.

Perversely, my pussy is flooding and clenching. My Master head-points Borje at me. “Well, finish the

job you started. She’ll pop in about half a minute when she’s in that state.”

Relief washes over Borje’s face, but he drops down onto the bed next to me. “Charlotte. I’m sorry….”

I am gasping. “Don’t be sorry. Just finish me off Borje. I need to come….”

Oh fuck, but I need it….

My pussy is in convulsions, and as Borje penetrates me, it clutches at him, drawing him in, deep. His

hard cock stretches me wide, opening me and forcing my inner muscles to give.

He moves within me, thrusting gently at first.

“Harder.” I gasp.

He finally gets it and, grabbing my wrists, pinning them over my head, slams into me.

Oh, God! The relief….

Almost immediately, my orgasm spirals up, my tension mounting and my hips juddering. The coming

climax threatens violence as it rises, and I press my face into his shoulder as this beautiful, silver man

fucks me hard.

It shatters through me, my cunt clutching and squeezing at Borje, as my stomach and thigh muscles

convulse. My face buried against Borje’s body, my screaming becomes a wailing ululation as pleasure

ain/orgasm rack my body. Vaguely, I realise that Borje is also coming, and I spare him half a thought to

hope that his climax is as good as mine.

As it passes, my hammering heartbeat slowing to something approaching normal, I open my eyes to

find Borje looking down at me, his expression, disbelieving. Behind him, looking down, I see Michael

and my Master, with Kris, and the eyes of the crowd, looking on.

“You really do get off on this stuff you?” he says, shaking his head. “Didn’t that hurt? When I did that to

you?”

“Borje, I thought I was going to die. But sorry, you’re right. I do get off on it. That was fabulous. Thank

you.” And I reach up to kiss him. “I hope I didn’t frighten you?”

Behind him, My Master and Michael crease up into laughter, while Borje splutters, “Frighten me? I

thought for a minute that I was going to be done for assault, and look at you….”

He shakes his head, climbing off me. “Fuck Charlotte! I’ll bang you any time you like, but I won’t be

doing that again.”

My Master passes me my dress and panties. “Get dressed, Charlotte. Time to go, I think.”

“What about you and Michael? You haven’t…”

“We have weeks ahead of us to play games with you. I think you’ve had enough excitement for one

night, don’t you?”

*****

“So, are you packed, Charlotte? I’m aiming for an early start tomorrow.”

“Yes, Master. Everything’s ready. I’ll just have to drop in my toothbrush at the last minute.”

Michael is humming to himself, packing shorts and neatly folded tee-shirts into a case. “Oh, you might

want this,” he says, holding something out to me. “I thought you’d be a bit sore.”

I accept the softly padded cushion from him, kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you. I can always trust

you to think of everything.”

He beams, then returns to his packing.

“That’s it then? Summer, here we come.”

*****

You can read more of Charlotte's adventures with her Master and Michael in

'Buying the Virgin' Part Two - 'The Girl Who Came Back'