Buying the Virgin

It won’t take long, I know. Already the tension in my Master’s body is rising, and as I look up into his face, I see the softness in his eyes that tells me he is all but ready. He reaches to kiss the pulsing vein in my neck, then rests his face there.

The feel of him inside me, as he thrusts, and as I arch and swing to take him, is warm, and fulfilling and, and….

He comes suddenly, with a quiet grunt as he presses deep into me. Tightly pressed together as we are, the spasms of his hips shudder through me. I hold him close, kissing him, stroking his hair as he pumps his climax into me.

When he has done, he remains still for a quiet second or so. The others in the room are silent too. They sense a special moment.

Then, making a sighing, pleasurable sound, he withdraws and stands, stretching and shaking, like a wet dog drying itself.

My Master looks down on me, a faint smile curving his lips. Bending, he kisses the top of my head and offers me a hand to help me stand.

He looks me up and down, with an amused expression. In the mirrors, I see myself; my hair a wild tumble, mascara running down from my eyes, my cum-bespattered tits, my dripping belly and thighs.

“Thank you, Charlotte,” he says in his deep, rich voice. “That was magnificent. And now, perhaps a shower?”

*****

Later, cleaned up, dressed and respectable again, the Three having departed, I sit in the lounge, Michael and my Master to either side of me. A roaring fire adds balm to the mood of contented exhaustion. Michael has taken the opportunity to swing an arm around my shoulders and is holding me rather closely.

“You might check your bank balance tomorrow,” my Master says to me. “They were all very appreciative, and said that they will be happy to contribute to your College Fund anytime you are in town.”

“That’s good to know Master. And thank you for arranging it, but you do understand that that is not why I do it?”

“Of course he does.” interrupts Michael. “We both do. But since we all enjoy it anyway, why not get some extra benefit for you from the fun? After all, that’s how all this started; so that you could earn some money to fund your future.”

“And on that note,” says my Master, “Let’s open some wine. We still have the rest of the weekend ahead of us, just the three of us…” he adds, winking at me. “Let’s relax and rest a bit. I suspect we will need it for tomorrow.”

He pours three tall flutes of sparkling champagne and we clink glasses. “To us.”

“To us.”

“To us.”

*****

from my college work for a few days, I

coming too,

here

be doing tonight? Or

to, and he never asks it of me now, outside of our ‘games’, but I know that he likes it.

not a surprise today Charlotte, but we did, both of us,

“Master?”

we knew or knew by reputation. We had a clear idea of how they would behave with you. We knew that they were…er… ‘clean’. In short, we did everything we could to ensure that we could all, you, me, Michael,

pit of my stomach. “So, what

are clubs we can go to Charlotte; parties, meeting places, where we can meet similar people to play our

to you,

as he gazes, dark-eyed,

hesitate but, “I trust

a hand at a box, which I have been politely failing to notice or to comment on. It is beautifully gift wrapped and looks expensive.

*****

hair is up, and elaborately coiffured, held in place with jewelled pins. The dress, my Master’s gift, is beautiful: halter-necked, ankle-length but slit to the hip, gathered below the breast, but low cut to display my cleavage, and falling in a glitter of sparkling

down low, to see the correct effect. I know I am beautiful. I do not have to pretend, but unease gnaws at me. I

Strangers……

the mirror, I see my Master enter the room behind me. He approaches, standing close, slipping an arm around my waist, and kissing the nape of my neck. His eyes are soft, as

“Charlotte, you look…. exquisite.”

you for the dress. It must have cost you a lot

Then he pauses, and I see

to