Buying the Virgin

“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.

tensing into stillness, his release comes and he pours himself into me. His cock spurts and dances inside me, then, with a roar of satisfaction,

“Wonderful. Oh Charlotte, you’re a beauty. And you

myself off the ceiling, I ask, “May I

me. Scooping me up, he places me on the bed,

says. “You’ve had enough for

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

but I enjoyed it. It was marvellous.” I turn to

slow smile creeps over his face. He tilts

the bed. After a few minutes of enjoying the wine in silence, I

his wine over the bed, and my Master bursts out laughing. “Next?

“What comes next, is that we eat, before

is a rumour Charlotte, that you were a

protest. “It’s just that…it’s

up, and you’re actually cut out for the life of anything from good-time girl to

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

interrupts my thoughts. “Would you like to go out to dinner, Charlotte? Or eat

I

phone out for

hour later the three of us are sharing crispy duck, pancakes and prawn

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

and plum sauce,

note, smiling through his own pancake, but chooses to remain

enjoy the ‘SM’ part of BDSM,”

“We wanted to be sure that you enjoy a moderate degree

penny drops. Going out? Tomorrow? “You mean we’re

have booked the club for the evening. There will only be the three of us

now.

some who I know personally, and who I know, understand the boundaries of what is acceptable.