Buying the Virgin Box Set Two

by Simone Leigh

  I suck in my cheeks, trying not to giggle. I’ve always detested giggling girls and am determined not to be one of them. But behind me, I hear a low chuckle from the rear seat of the car.

  Michael places a hand on my shoulder. “He’s right, Charlotte.” he says quietly. “What are you thinking about?”

  I turn to see his face, smiling. “What do you think I’m thinking about, Michael?”

  He grins. “Aaahhhh…. Good.”

  I wonder where we are going this time; my Master, with his dark, lean saturnine looks and a voice like wild silk. And Michael, stocky, muscular, blond, my Golden Angel, who loves me.

  “So, what are we doing today? Where are we going?” I ask.

  My Master glances at me from his driving. “Back to our old place Charlotte. Where you and I first, um, consummated, our agreement.”

  “The apartment? The place with the beautiful mirrored room?”

  “That’s the one. And I’m glad you like the mirrored room, because that’s where Michael and I planned that we all would spend our time together this visit.”

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  In the apartment, warm, cosy, beautiful, I have a long soak in the bath.

  Taking my time, I dry my hair, brushing it until it falls around me in a soft red cloud. I put on my make-up, my eyes very dark, lips red to match my hair.

  Then I dress as my Master requested.

  Wandering through to the mirrored room, I find Michael there.

  “Only you? Where is he?”

  He smiles, twitching his lips in humour. “Arranging something.”

  “What?”

  “A surprise.” says Michael softly. “Make yourself comfortable. We’ll be back in a little while. Why don’t you entertain yourself?”

  He passes me a package, expensively gift-wrapped and be-ribboned. “What is it?”

  “Open it and see. It’s from both of us.”

  It 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.”

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  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.

  “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 any more, Master. You saw to that. You paid quite a lot for it as I remember.”

  “Yes Charlotte, I paid for it, but if 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.”

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

  “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 beginning to shudder, I hear him; making small sounds of satisfaction at my response. Then he swings round 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.

  It is electric. Raising my head 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 my sex, lapping and sucking at me……

  Now I start to lose control. I look up. “Please, Master….”

  He smiles, tilting his head. “Ready to move on, Charlotte?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “What would you like to do next, Charlotte?”

  My head spins. I turn to look at the group of men waiting for me. My options….

  “I see you don’t know what to choose.”

  My Master passes me several playing cards. Not a full pack, just the Ten, Knave, Queen, King and Ace of Hearts. I look at them blankly. “Master?”

  “We going to play a game, Charlotte, and you are the prize. You will shuffle and 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 turn.

  I shuffle the cards, carefully, ensuring they are random. One at a time, I give each man a card, face down. None of them knows who has which card.

  "Sit up, Charlotte." my Master orders.

  Obeying him, I scramble to my knees on the edge of the bed.

  “Although the cards will decide who, we…” he indicates the group, and as he speaks, produces a blindfold. “...are going to decide when, and how, we will have you.” He plays with the blindfold, a sheer, delicate thing of black, that will bind snugly about my face.

  He ties it, 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, my blood beginning to sing, my pulse to race.

  I feel, rather than see, the motion of the mattress under me as my Master seats 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 is happening, or what will happen next.

  As he speaks, his hand is sliding over my pale skin, across my shoulders, down from my neck, to the smoothness of my breasts.

  “Take it off her.” says a voice; the American I think.

  “Charlotte,” says the voice of my Master. “Stand up.”

  Struggling a little in my sightlessness, nonetheless, I obey, and he continues. “Michael. Why don’t you undress Charlotte. Let her admirers see what they are going to fuck.”

  At his words, my pussy heaves and wells once more. My Master is giving me to these men…. but that is his privilege.

  A rustle of movement and then, 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 face he whispers, “Are you all right, Charlotte?”

  Through my panting, to speak 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 lips pressed to mine before, his hands on my shoulders, he slips aside the shoulder straps. They fall, to dangle over my arms.

  Then, another movement, and he is behind me, pressing close. He is still fully dressed, but through his clothing, I feel the pressure of his hardened cock against my body.

  He reaches around me with strong arms, tugging carefully at the fine laces to the front of the cami, teasing them apart so that the filmy garment falls open.

  I know what 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 and crinkling.

  Michael’s hands continue their work, sliding the whole silky garment down, past my waist and hips, to puddle at my feet. “Step out of it, Charlotte.” whispers Michael.

  I lift one foot and then the other, sensing Michael’s movement, as he bends to take it from under me.

  I stand, fully naked, before my audience of ‘Valentines’.

  St Valentine - the Patron Saint of Love - physical love? I wonder if he guessed what he started?