Buying the Virgin Box Set Four - The Virgin and the Masters: BDSM, Punishment, and Ménage between a Young Woman, her Master and her Lover
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Buying the Virgin
Box Set Four
‘The Virgin and the Masters’
The Continuing Tale of Charlotte the (Ex)Virgin
And Her Two Masters
In a Story of BDSM, Ménage Erotica
This Box Set Contains
Book 17 - The Virgin and the Masters - Part 1
Book 18 - The Virgin and the Masters – Part 2
Book 19 - The Virgin and the Masters - Part 3
Book 20 - The Virgin and the Masters - Part 4
Book 21 - The Virgin and the Masters - Part 5
Book 22 - The Virgin and the Masters - Part 6
Total Approx 84,000 Words
Author: Simone Leigh
Copyright © 2017
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Contents
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
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The Virgin and the Masters
Part One
A Continuing Tale of
(Ex-)Virgin Erotica, BDSM and Ménage
with Two Masters and More……
Part Seventeen Of
The ‘Buying the Virgin’ Series
Author: Simone Leigh
The Virgin and the Masters
Part One
Charlotte
Sitting in my room, the small private space that I call my own, in the house I share with seven other students, my phone beeps. It’s an in-coming message, from Michael
“Purchase completed fifteen minutes ago. Your Home awaits you.”
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Fumbling, as I balance my bags in one hand, door keys to the lock in the other, I step into the hallway of the student house.
As I tramp upstairs, a voice floats down from the top floor; Marie. “That you, Charlotte?”
“Yup.” I shout back.
“You’ve got visitors…. They’re up in the kitchen here. I made them a coffee while they waited.”
I don’t get visitors. There is only one possibility. Racing upstairs, I dash into the kitchen, and, yes, it’s them, my Master and Michael, both grinning wildly.
“Surprise!” says Michael. He sweeps me into his arms, swinging me around, kissing me on the mouth.
My Master, more circumspect, touches me on the shoulder, kissing my forehead. “Hello Charlotte. Lovely to see you.”
“Mas…. James! Michael…” Suddenly conscious of Marie’s stare, I say. “Oh Marie. This is Michael, my fiancée and… James…. his friend. This is Marie, one of the other house shares.”
Marie is looking at Michael with far too much interest for my liking. “Ah…. the mysterious fiancée at last.” she says. “We’ve been wondering what you’d be like… Can’t say I blame Charlotte for keeping to herself so much when I see what she’s saving herself for….”
Michael says nothing. With his blond, blue-eyed, good looks, he always draws attention. My Master sucks in his cheeks, looking amused.
“Come on downstairs.” I say. “We can talk in my room. It’s a bit quieter there. Thanks for making the coffee, Marie.”
“Oh, no problem.” She eyes Michael, all too obviously, and he pointedly fails to notice.
Down in my room, with the door closed behind us, and now with privacy, my Master wraps his arms around me, holding me tight, his mouth opening over mine. His kiss is long and slow, and when he finally pulls away, he remains close, his arm pulling me in at the waist. “We’ve missed you.” he says.
“I’ve missed you too. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I’d have at least made sure I had some chairs for you to sit.”
“We thought you would enjoy a surprise visit.”
With the three of us in my mini-flat, it becomes obvious how small it. It’s fine just as my study room; a bed, a desk, bookshelves, a chair, wardrobe and built in drawers, but now, my Master sitting on the single chair, Michael sits on the end of the narrow bed as I put on the kettle. Then I have to go back up to the kitchen to find a couple of extra mugs.
Returning with the borrowed cups, I make coffee. Michael comments “Snug. You might swing a cat in here, but it would have to be a small cat.”
“It’s fine. I only use it for working and sleeping. The kitchens and bathrooms are shared.”
Music thumps through the floor, the base turned up too high, and from the kitchens above, chairs scrape across the floor. “It’s a bit busy around here, isn’t it.” says my Master. “How about we go out somewhere? A restaurant perhaps? That is, if you’ve not yet eaten, Charlotte….?.”
“No, I’ve not eaten. And yes, I’d love to go out with you both. It’s been so long. I know it’s only been a few weeks, but it feels like forever.”
“And….” continues my Master… “If we’re not interrupting anything important.” He head-points my books and notes, open on the desk. “We did choose Friday night, hoping you would be free?”
“Oh, no. That’s fine. I have until Wednesday to hand that work in.”
“You’re not going out anywhere with the other students?”
“No, I don’t really go out. I’m here to work.”
Michael purses his lips a little at that. My Master looks bland. He continues, “Good, and later…” he lifts my hand, kissing the fingers…” A hotel room perhaps? We thought you might like to celebrate your new home?”
“I’d love that, but, er…. but I don’t have anything really to wear for going out in. I only brought jeans and tee shirts and everyday sorts of clothes.”
“That’s alright.” says my Master. “We brought some of your other clothes along. They’re in the car. And um, perhaps you should have a shower first? You smell of machine oil.”
I laugh. “Yes, at college today, they were showing us how to use a lathe and a milling machine.”
Michael snorts. “Is that what you’ll be expected to do when you’re working properly? In an actual job?”
“No, but you’re expected to have some idea of how a machine shop and a tool shop works, and that means I come out smelling of machine oil….”
“James is right. You need a shower. Why don’t you get cleaned up and changed, and we’ll wait upstairs? It’s a bit crowded in here….” He sees my hesitation. “Don’t worry. I’m sure James will keep me out of Marie’s clutches.”
I laugh, realising how silly I’m being. “Actually, I think she’s expecting her boyfriend, Pete, along this evening.”
“Another student?”
“Yes, he’s on the Aeronautical Engineering course.”
While my two Lovers wait upstairs in the kitchen, I shower and wash my hair, put on some make-up and check out the clothes they have brought with them. A classic ‘little black dress’ and high heels, and I feel ready to take on the world.
Teetering slightly - living in j
eans and sneakers, I am out of practice at walking in heels - I go upstairs, to find my Master and Michael chatting with some of my housemates. Kylie and Sandra are there; Caroline too, and a couple of the boyfriends. Michael is drawing attention from the girls and my Master looks amused. Pete is there, his back turned to me as he stirs something in a pan; Marie’s cooking is awful, and Pete usually cooks for the both of them.
As I enter the kitchen, all eyes turn to me, and Pete glances around, then does a double-take as he sees me. “Bloody Hell, Charlotte. I didn’t realise you had legs under your jeans, let alone legs like that.”
Then he realises what he has said, and blushes apologetically at Michael. “Um, sorry. didn’t mean… Not used to seeing her like that. Usually, she’s just one of the boys….”
“Is that right?” grins Michael. “You’ve seen a side of her that I’ve missed then.”
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My Master has booked a room in a very expensive hotel. As we step into the lobby, all polished glass and brass, expensively perfumed air washes over us. Light classical music whispers into the background.
“Shall we eat in the restaurant?” asks Michael. “Or use room service and have it in privacy?”
“Oh, I think I’d like us to eat in our room.” I say. The chance of time alone with my Master and Michael is not to be missed.
Michael smiles, his face sunny, then hooking one arm through mine, waves me towards the lifts with the free hand. My Master joins us, then taps the button for the penthouse.
“Um…. isn’t this a bit expensive Master?”
He looks smug. “Director’s privileges. This is a Haswell hotel. The suite’s not occupied right now, so we have it for the evening, the weekend if we want it.”
The suite is gorgeous, with thick, plush carpets, fresh flowers on the coffee table, and a vast window, which overlooks the panoramic view, and leads to a terrace.
“Can you order the food please, Charlotte.” says my Master. “I’ll have steak, rare, with salad.”
Michael is inspecting the suite, checking out the bedrooms. “Same for me.” he calls, thumb pointing one of the rooms. “This one I think.”
Peeking inside while I order the meals, I grin. “Looks good to me.”
Michael waggles his eyebrows at me. “I’ll get that jacuzzi filled, shall I?”
Half an hour later, pushing my plate away. “That was good. You can live on pizza, but sometimes a proper meal is what you want.”
Michael looks up, his expression disapproving. “You’re not eating properly?”
“Well it’s not easy there. There’s eight of us sharing the kitchen, plus boyfriends when they’re there, and it’s difficult to cook anything complicated.”
Michael is unimpressed. He doesn’t like it when I say anything that suggests I am not living well. “It’s not complicated to make a decent salad with a good mix of ingredients, or an omelette, or….”
“No, it isn’t, but there’s not a lot of space in the fridge for a good mix of ingredients.”
He’s not happy, and I change the subject, not very subtly, by worming my way into his arms. He knows exactly what I’m doing, but, as I press myself against him, he can’t maintain his air of stern reprimand, which melts into a smile. “Ah, Charlotte. You always win don’t you….”
And now, my Master is there, behind me. I kiss Michael, then turning, reach to kiss my Master. We all three know where this is going, my Master, Michael and I, ready to make love together….
They take me by the hand, leading me to Michael’s chosen room….
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Michael
She is so beautiful, standing there between us, James to her fore, me behind. My hands on her shoulders, I rest my face over her head, scenting her hair. James, with an arm around her waist, pulls her in close, controlling her, as he does, and as she loves. Kissing her, his mouth wide on hers, I hear her gasp, feel her body shiver as she responds to him.
Behind her, slipping her waterfall of copper hair to one side, I slide down the zip of her dress, feeling the fabric ride her silhouette; her perfect breasts, the curve of her waist to hip, and as the dress falls away, her scent billows over me, almost an assault. As I nibble at her neck, the soft skin behind her ear, her head flings back against mine, and she swings her face back to me, trying to kiss, as she croons her growing arousal; sheer honey to my swelling cock as it presses to her through my jeans.
James drops to his knees, holding her at the hip, his face nuzzling into the vee of her legs as he tugs at her panties, sliding them down to leave her naked to us. Slipping a shoe between her feet, I push her ankles apart, allowing him easier entry. She staggers, but I support her, holding her under the arms as James parts her pussy lips, working her clit with his tongue.
Shuddering and moaning, she rocks against me, struggling with her balance, so, James glancing upwards at me, I eye-point sideways to the bed. We learned to read each other years ago. He slows-blinks an agreement, kisses the copper of her loins, then, as I turn her to face me, he stands, his hands sliding up her beautiful pale skin.
Fully upright, he takes her again by the waist, yanking her backwards to the bed, pulling her off her feet. Off balance, she drops, gasping, to land where he sits on the edge, cradled in his arms. Her wild green eyes are wide, feral with excitement, a touch of red blushing up her pale cheeks. James hooks his ankles under hers, parting her legs, and I drop between her knees, her gorgeous pussy open to me, glistening with moisture, pungent with her arousal.
Her pussy lips are bright pink, swollen and wet, and I scissor them open with my fingers, sliding back the hood of her clit with a thumb to expose her. A couple of fingers inside her, and she clenches around me, arching her spine, almost hissing through clenched teeth. My cock twitches, wanting to be inside her.
I take her labia in my teeth, tugging gently, and as her hissing turns to whimpering, my balls tighten, my jeans growing tight. Looking up, I see James pinching at her nipples, nipping them hard. I lick over her clit, circling it with my tongue. Her hips quiver and James tightens his hold on her, curbing her movement.
Dipping lower, pulling her wide open with my fingers, I lap out her pussy, savouring the tangy taste of her, salty and lemony as her heated cunt trickles into my mouth.
Jeez, but I want to fuck you….
Deepening my reach, I swipe out the rim of her muscles with my tongue, feeling her clutch at me, her whimpers becoming wails.
Time to up the ante….
Licking long slow strokes the full length of her vulva, from pussy, through her lips, and over her clit, I exchange glances with James again, then stand.
He heaves her up towards me, letting me catch her. Then, as he repositions himself back on the bed, kneeling upright, I pick her up, placing her, facing me, but on her knees between his.
Reaching around her, he takes her arms, locking them behind her. Wrapping his hand into her hair, he arches her backwards, then with his knees, forces hers apart. She is held, restrained, every muscle straining as she pants, her breasts and belly heaving, skin gleaming with perspiration.
You love it when he controls you don’t you, Baby…?
Her knees splayed, hips thrust upwards and outwards towards me, thighs open, her foxy hair glistens as she grows wetter, her thighs slick with her own juices. Holding her green-eyed gaze, I reach for her clit with a single finger, touching her nowhere else. As I circle it, winding spirals into her flesh, her mouth opens as she moans, lips parted.
James watches over her shoulder, straining her tighter, his eyes soft as she responds to his embrace, her cries growing sharper. My hard cock pulses.
Is he hurting you Babe….?
…. if he is, you like it…….
Slipping two fingers between her pussy lips, I delve deeper into her, thrusting with my hand. Her flesh is hot and swollen, her juices coating my hand as I finger-fuck her. Pulling out, I suck my fingers clean, tasting h
er. Then, coating myself in her again, I push fingers into her mouth…
“Lick yourself off me, Charlotte.”
She obeys, wide eyed, pupils huge as she sucks my fingers clean.
I love it when you look like that. when you look up at me and I know that the only thing you want right now, is me inside you, fucking you senseless.
Then plunging my hand deep and hard into her, I hook my fingers forward, scraping at her inside, and she screams, bucking and jerking, or trying to.
James tightens his hold on her once more. She can’t move; simply trembling in his embrace as I probe deeply, my thumb pressed against her clit.
“Oh God, fuck me. One of you, please fuck me.” Her voice is broken, breathy.
I pull back, eye-pointing James to take her. Once again, he pushes her to me, releasing himself from behind her, then as he rolls to one side, my hand to her chest, I push her down again, flat on her back, legs splaying. James drops between her thighs, lifting her at the hip with his hands. I push a pillow underneath, arching her, raising her to meet him, as he presses his face into her sex.
James settles between her thighs, kissing her lips and clit and pussy. He glances up, locking eyes with her for a long second. I see both their faces, and I know adoration when I see it; his, narrow eyed, restrained; hers, wide eyed and open. Then he locks his mouth around her cunt, lapping and licking at her.
I watch her face, looking down on her as her arousal spirals ever upwards, first her breasts and neck flushing pink, then further, up and over her cheeks. And now, her eyes lock with mine, those eyes; sometimes grey in the dusk light, sometimes sea-green, under the sky and the sunlight. She reaches for me, fingers touching my face, tracing my mouth, my cheeks.
“My Golden Angel….” she whispers.