Buying the Virgin

Chapter 16: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Sixteen

“So, Charlotte. It is our final day together tomorrow.”

Stretched out on my back, my Master is lying beside me, stroking my stomach and left breast, as we keep company together on the bed in his beautiful mirrored room. Candles glimmer and their multiple reflections cast a gloried shimmering light.

Michael, on the other side of me, is suckling at my right breast, a free hand stroking at my thigh.

We are not exactly in lustful mood, more sensual: occupying a kind of sexual hinterland resulting from several days of roller-coaster, carnal adventure after I auctioned myself and my virginity to my Master.

I am not a Virgin anymore.

“Yes, Master. Our final day.”

“I hope you have enjoyed our time together? No regrets?”

“No Master. It’s been wonderful. You - and Michael - have opened my eyes; changed my view of the world.”

Michael chuckles through his mouthful of my right nipple. My Master smiles. “I can imagine. To have been through your miserable non-marriage… I know it wasn’t your fault, but there must surely have been times when you questioned yourself?”

Sighing, “Yes, that’s true. There were times when I wondered if it was me. Was I so unattractive that my own husband wouldn’t or couldn’t…”

My Master taps me lightly on the breast. “No!” His word is sharp, but his voice gentle. “Not true, Charlotte. Unattractive? You are beautiful. Truly beautiful. Do you seriously think I would have paid what I did if you weren’t? Girls in sore need of money are not that hard to find, you know.”

an affirmative kind of noise

suppose so Master, but nonetheless, I mean every word I say. I’ve actually had a wonderful week, and I do want to say

slow, pleased smile breaks over his austere face. Michael sits up next to me, wearing

name’s not really Charlotte, you

“Of course, I know.”

am. I know you’re a good man, good men. I can trust you

presses a finger to my lips. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll always be Charlotte to me. And,

leans forward to kiss me, clasping the back of my head with one hand, pulling

him, a pang of arousal piercing me and I draw

wandering to

one out for now,” says my Master behind me. “But I will enjoy watching you two.” He leans over to a side table, pouring himself a glass of wine, then

Little sparks shoot

tighten and crinkle of its own accord. Pinching at it, it hurts but I want more and he pinches harder. “Come on,” he says. “Let me hear you.” This time he twists, and I yelp, not in protest but with arousal as my pussy

help it along, fingering the head between thumb and forefinger, squeezing and circling, outlining the

of sweat appears on his chest. I can smell him, deliciously male

skin between my thighs are questing ever upwards and inwards, not into my sex, but all around. They play just around my pussy lips, sending

Hips twitching, I want to

between pussy lips rapidly engorging, growing more slippery by the second as my pussy obligingly juices up. The fingers slick up

the slit. My position is awkward and uncomfortable, but I want to suck him. I

on my back again. Shoving a pillow under my head, he straddles my chest presenting his cock to me again. This time it is much easier and I can take him properly into my mouth, sucking at the head as hard as he seems to want it, licking up the full length from base to tip. It gives me

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