Buying the Virgin

Chapter 25: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Twenty-Five

The ‘gift’ is a vibrator, a beautiful vibrator. This is not the standard high-street model, 2 x AA batteries

and off you go, model. Silvery, it is sleek and expensively plated, with a satin soft, velvety finish. There

is a set of touch-button controls with a small read-out screen.

I gape and Michael grins. “As I say, make yourself comfortable. Entertain yourself until we come back,

but, um, not too much, eh…. We all want to attend the party.”

*****

I lie, lounging on the huge bed in my Master’s mirrored room. It is such a lovely room, not overly-large,

but large enough for what is needed. There is little in here except the bed, centred between mirrored

walls, and thick carpets on the floor. The lighting is low, with fat candles on wall sconces, their light

scattered and splintered by the mirrors that surround me on all sides. I see myself, reflected a hundred

times back and forth, in the light of a thousand ghostly candles.

Relaxing in the comfort of the sheets, black and sleek, the smooth fabric is sensual and warm against

my skin.

I am wearing little; a simple white lacy camisole, in a smooth and sensuous silk, another gift, which

accentuates my already pale skin and red hair. My Master and Michael never haggle over the cost

when we have our time together. I have never truly learned how they earn their livings, but I really don’t

care. That is not the side of them I see.

I am wearing the snowy silk garment at my Master’s request. When I phoned him to ask if I could visit

for Valentine’s, he was delighted. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“Any special requests Master?” I asked. “That I should know about?”

“Wear white Charlotte, please. Buy yourself something pretty. I’ll pay for it.”

“White?”

“Yes, white. I’d like you to look… virginal again.”

I laugh. “I’m hardly a virgin anymore, Master. You saw to that. You paid quite a lot for it as I remember.”

“Yes Charlotte, I paid for it, but it felt like a gift from you. You could have held back, or delivered

grudgingly, but you gave yourself to me fully and completely. It is a treasured memory for me.”

“And you would like to… take my virginity again…?”

He is silent for a moment, then “Something like that…. Wear white Charlotte, for me.”

*****

I take the vibrator and fiddle with the controls. After some experimentation, I find that I have an On/Off

control, a speed

ower control, and a third which runs a series of programs of rise and fall power settings.

Lying back in the sheets, I set the vibe to a low power and through the satin of my cami, trace the

outline of my clit, catching my breath at the tingle.

What do they have in mind today? Who knows?

But I think they are happy to have me warm myself over, to be ready for my tall, dark Master and my

Golden Lover.

My pussy, twitching under the kiss of the vibe, my clit hardening to a stiff nub, I fantasise about the

worlds my two Masters will take me to today. For sure, I will be filled, fucked to conclusion, but how will

they do it? Together? In turns? Or will one fuck me, while I pleasure the other?

My pussy is running liquid and loose now.

Where are they? My clit is sensitising, my pussy welling, melting. With every pulse of the vibe, more

and more, I want to feel the touch of my Master and my Lover. I want them inside me. I want to be

fucked.

Head back, eyes closed, I work myself with the vibe, teasing my twitching pussy. I don’t want to take

myself all the way. My Master and Michael must have that. But I am thoroughly ready for them, by both

at once, I am hoping.

Over the buzzing of the vibe, I become aware of murmuring.

“Hot Damn!” says a voice.

“Holy fuck!” says another.

As I look up, startled, vibe still poised over my pussy, there is a small crowd in the room, gathered at

the foot of the bed, watching me play with the humming toy. My Master and Michael stand there,

Michael grinning broadly, my Master sucking in his cheeks, trying to contain his amusement.

With them, are three other men that I do not recognize.

“Nice to meet you Charlotte.” drawls one of them. “Don’t stop for us.” He’s an American type; all square

jaw and teeth; handsome, with the kind of strapping shoulders that suggest that although he would look

good naked, a suit will never fit him well.

The other two look quite different; one, perhaps Swedish, platinum blond, tanned and with eyes of iced

grey, the other tall, lean, athletic and his skin so dark a black, as to be almost blue.

Without giving me a chance to react, my Master says in a low voice, "Since you have started without us

Charlotte, show us yourself. Let everyone see you." He glances around, indicating the group of

strangers. “I’ve tried to give you some entertaining choice this evening. Let them see what they have

come for.”

My breath catches, and vibe still poised between my legs, I look up at my Master, and to Michael, for

reassurance.

My Master, all but expressionless, stares down at me, a glint of challenge in his eyes.

Michael smiles, warm and reassuring. “Do you want to play, Charlotte?”

I trust my Master. We have played these games before. Always I know, he will take me to my limits, but

not beyond. and I know that always, he watches me, ensuring that I am alright, that I am in control.

And Michael…. Michael loves me.

I can play these games and yet be safe.

Placing the vibe to one side, I lie back in the bed, stretching, cat-like, displaying myself. They want a

show? I’ll give them a show.

Raising my hips, I spread my legs open, my thighs extended wide, running my fingers over the satiny

fabric of my crotch, the full length of my sex.

The gossamer white silk is damp, and I am sure there must be a growing stain to be seen by any

paying attention, which is all of them. A few foxy hairs escape the whiteness, red against my white skin.

Pulling the fabric to one side, giving them a better view, I trail lazy fingers through my red curls and

allow them to wander down over my clit, to my pussy.

My fingers are wet, and I know that, in this glimmering candlelight, my pussy is glistening as I trail its

contours. It feels tight and ready, quivering in anticipation.

Two of the three strangers, the American and the Scandinavian, are beginning to bulge at the front of

their pants, and are sweating. So, I note, is my Master. The third stranger offers me a bright, white

smile, and a nod of encouragement.

I cannot restrain a chuckle of delight. I am, supposedly, their toy. I imagine that’s what they think

anyway.

And yet, there is a strange sense of power in knowing that all these men want to fuck me. Despite

appearances, I have the control. I have come a long way since my Master first bought my virginity, and

put me in his saddle.

The five seem mesmerised by my performance.

I flip over onto all fours, displaying my satin clothed derriere. The cami pulls tight in this position, riding

high, stretching in between my cheeks and displaying me. I know it looks good, and in the mirrors, I see

them staring at me.

I watch my reflection, draped in a curtain of long red hair, spine arched, my ass high in the air.

Reaching under, sliding a hand between my legs, again I glide fingers over the satin, now aware that it

is not just damp, but soaking, from my juices. And I see them responding, rubbing their cocks through

their trousers.

“Enough, Charlotte.” purrs my Master. His voice, deeply mellow, has a rough edge to it. “You’ll finish us

all off before we’ve started.”

“Hey, can I?” says one of them, my ebony stranger.

My Master’s lean-faced features swing his way. “Can you what?”

“I’ve just gotta taste that.” He points at the spreading damp patch in the crotch of my cami.

My Master smiles. “Why not? I think Charlotte deserves some reward for the little show she just gave

us. but…” He extends a long finger to the man. “You may only taste. Yet. And perhaps feel a little.”

The stranger is handsome. My Master always chooses well for me and offers me variety. Hey, if you’re

going to fuck for fucking’s sake, do it with someone you want to fuck with. He told me that almost the

first day we met.

The stranger’s dark skin matches deep chocolate, depthless eyes. His teeth are very white and he

flashes me another beautiful smile. “Nice to meet you Charlotte,” he says, as he sits beside

me.