Buying the Virgin

“Nice to meet you Charlotte,” he says, as he sits beside me.

“You too...?”

“Daniel.”

“Nice to meet you, Daniel.”

His hands roam over the silky lingerie, tracing my contours. They linger over my breasts, swinging loosely inside the garment, skim my waist to the curve of my hips, and settle on my displayed butt cheeks.

Long dark fingers begin to slide within the cami, but my Master’s voice comes.

“No. Not yet.”

The fingers withdraw, instead smoothing over the now sodden crotch.

His face close to my sex, he inhales. “You smell good Charlotte.”

“So do you Daniel.” And so he does; a spicy scent of clean masculinity, and expensive aftershave.

His fingers trace filigreed patterns over the sensitive skin inside my thighs, and my pussy warms, welling in response

He chuckles. “Charlotte. You’re flooding.” He pushes at my thighs to part them. “Open your legs a little further. I’m not allowed to undress you yet, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other.

Michael, my Master and the other two strangers move around, adjusting their positions so that they can either see directly what is happening or catch it in one of the large multi-reflected mirrors.

In the reflections, disappearing off into eternity, I see a thousand watchers about me, gazing in from all sides. Only my Master stands before me, his tall lean figure towering above me, watching quietly, smiling, lips pursed. The tightly cut front to his jeans twitches and I know that he is not so controlled as he appears.

I oblige, parting my knees a little further, and Daniel starts to stroke my pussy and clit through the sodden fabric. I quiver, moaning quietly, my breathing deepening.

Softly he strokes, long slow movements downwards, from the silk covering my mound, caressing my stiff clit, to kiss my pussy. My breath now beginning to shudder, I hear him; making small sounds of satisfaction at my response. Then he swings around and, hand planted over my butt cheeks, presses his face to my sodden crotch, mouthing at my clit through the silk, sucking at my pussy.

pleasure to the rooftops. Looking

control. I

smiles and tilts his head. “Ready to move

“Yes, Master.”

like to do next

I turn to look at the group of men waiting

see you don’t know what to

Not a full pack, just the Ten, Knave, Queen, King

deal the cards. You will give each of us a card. When it is time for a new…um… participant, you will call a card. The holder of that card takes

a time, I give

"Sit up Charlotte."

to my knees on the edge of the bed, I obey my Master.

when, and how, we will have you.” He plays with the

fitting it closely to my eyes. It is not tight, not painful, but all I can see is a dim glow of light filtered through the fine fabric. A part of me wants to smile, but another part is taking over, and my heavy breathing is turning to panting,

me. “We may remove the blindfold in a little while, Charlotte. I know you always enjoyed this room, enjoyed watching Michael and I

is sliding over my pale skin, across my shoulders,

a voice; the American I

voice of my Master. “Stand

obey, and he continues. “Michael. Why don’t you undress

wells once more. My Master is giving me to these men…… but that is

close to me, the familiar scent of my wonderful Michael, my Golden Angel, my Lover. His fingers slip into the fine shoulder straps of my cami and close to my ear he

is a struggle. “Yes, Michael. I’m fine.” and I turn, to briefly kiss the face so close to mine. He returns the kiss, soft and warm, his

and he is behind me, pressing close. He is still fully dressed, but through his clothing, I feel the pressure of his

at the fine laces to the front of the cami, teasing them apart so that the filmy

pale-skinned, narrow-waisted, and my breasts large. As he releases them from the cami, my breasts swing free, the nipples

sliding the whole silky garment down, past my waist and hips, to puddle at my feet. “Step out

lift one foot and then the other, sensing Michael’s

before my