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.

like a wolf in howl, I yell my pleasure to the rooftops. Looking to the side, I watch myself, and Daniel, his face pressed into

to lose control. I look up.

tilts his head. “Ready to move on

“Yes, Master.”

you like to do next

at the group of men waiting for me. My

don’t know what to

pack, just the Ten, Knave,

will shuffle and deal the cards. You will give each of us a card. When it is time for a

give each man a card, face down. None of them knows who has

Charlotte." my Master

the edge of the bed, I obey my Master.

speaks, produces a blindfold. “...are going to decide when, and how, we will have you.” He plays with the blindfold, a sheer,

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, my blood beginning to sing, my pulse to

himself next to me. “We may remove the blindfold in a little while, Charlotte. I know you always enjoyed this room, enjoyed watching Michael and I with you, in the mirrors. But for now, you will have to guess what

across my shoulders, down

a voice; the

the voice of my

he continues. “Michael. Why don’t you undress Charlotte? Let

his words, my pussy heaves and wells once more. My Master is

and then, close to me, the familiar scent of my wonderful Michael, my Golden Angel, my Lover. His fingers slip into the

kiss the face so close to mine. He returns the kiss, soft and warm, his lips pressed to mine before, his hands on my

dressed, but

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

men can see. I am very pale-skinned, narrow-waisted, and my breasts large. As he releases them from the cami, my breasts swing free, the nipples tightening

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

and then the other, sensing Michael’s movement,

before my audience of