Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

“What do you want, Charlotte?”

Who said that? Which of them spoke?

“I want…”

“Yes?”

“I want…oh God. Fuck me. Please fuck me. I want to cum. I need to cum.”

My Master speaks. “Not yet, Charlotte, but it’s good that you’re learning to ask nicely. We can give you something as a reward for that. Michael, if you would.”

Michael crawls forward over the bed, sliding his hands over my shoulders, kneading and massaging my arms, back and neck. As the lash comes down again, and I jerk again in response, his hands slip around to my breasts, cupping and rubbing. My face near his now semi-erect cock, I can smell myself on him, my own perfume from where he has fucked me. He rolls and tweaks my hard nipples, arousal undulating down to my sex.

Mindless with lust, I howl as the lash licks my pussy. Pain ripples through me, echoed in my nipples where Michael now pinches hard. I am lost in the embrace of torment and ecstasy.

Oh, God…

“Please, please, I need to cum. Master, please.”

Something nuzzles at my entrance. My Master’s cock? No, it is something else. “I’m not going to fuck you yet Charlotte. I’m only going to come myself after I’ve finished you.”

There is a buzzing, a vibration, and something slips inside me, convulsing my inner muscles. Michael is still pinching, hard, and I whimper. Climax curls up within me, tormented groans squeezing past my lips.

Thumb and forefinger take my clit, rubbing gently, so gently, on my hot and swollen bud. It sends an unbearable surge through me from clit to spine, my thighs pitching and shoving against the excruciating-ecstatic thrill.

Orgasm takes me, welling up, overwhelming me as I scream and writhe in my bonds.

For long seconds, the finger works my clit, urging on my climax before pulling away. Then my Master smoothly sheathes himself in my pulsating cunt.

Through my sexual miasma, I can smell his arousal, a wild male scent that drives me even higher. His cock is huge, engorged, and already I can feel the tension of his own climax waxing. He fits me tightly, stretching me as he pounds inwards, riding me, my pussy slick and hot, his erection spearing me.

and again, then, every muscle tensing into stillness, his release comes and he pours himself into me. His

“Wonderful. Oh Charlotte, you’re a beauty. And you didn’t even

I scrape myself off the ceiling, I ask, “May I lie

me. Scooping me up, he places me on the bed, pours a glass of wine and thrusts it

says. “You’ve had enough for one

the clean, sharp taste. There is no need for instruction,

I turn to Michael, perched at the end of the bed. “And

slow smile creeps over his face. He tilts his

us settle together on the bed. After a few minutes

over the bed, and my Master bursts out laughing. “Next? ‘What comes next?’ she

finger at me. “What comes next, is that we

“There is a rumour Charlotte, that you

not a rumour. It’s true,” I protest. “It’s

for the life of anything from good-time girl to professional courtesan,”

wine in silence. Of course, he’s right. How could I have known what I am really like? I never had a chance to

like to go out to dinner, Charlotte?

Eat in I think. It’s nice

phone out for

crispy duck, pancakes and prawn crackers.

question Charlotte,” breaks in my Master. “‘What comes next…’ is that tomorrow evening we are going out, the three of us. We have something special planned for you, but we wanted, tonight, to find out what…what

plum sauce, I mumble “Sorry? Not with

is, I note, smiling through his own pancake, but chooses to

wanted to be sure that you enjoy

wanted to be sure that you enjoy

Tomorrow? “You mean we’re going to some sort of club?

booked the club for the evening. There will only be the three of us plus a number

am wondering now. “In what

original auction, Charlotte, most of them anyway, plus some who I know personally, and who I know, understand the boundaries of what is acceptable. And don’t worry, I know, or know of, all of them. I know how