by Simone Leigh
Buying the Virgin
Box Set Two
A Continuing Tale of Charlotte the (Ex)Virgin
And Her Two Masters
In a Story of BDSM, Ménage Erotica
This Box Set Contains
Book 6 - The Virgin’s Holiday
Book 7 – The Virgin’s Christmas
Book 8 - The Virgin’s Valentines
Book 9 - The Virgin’s Master
Book 10 - The Virgin’s Lover
Book 11 – The Virgin’s Fantasies
Book 12 – The Virgin’s Choices
Author: Simone Leigh
Copyright © 2017
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Table of Contents
Part Six
The Virgin’s Holiday
Part Seven
The Virgin’s Christmas
Part Eight
The Virgin’s Valentines
Part Nine
The Virgin’s Master
Part Ten
The Virgin’s Lover
Part Eleven
The Virgin’s Fantasies
Part Twelve
The Virgin’s Choices
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Part Six
The Virgin’s Holiday
I check my contacts and tap the right one on my phone.
After a few moments it connects, and I hear my favourite voice.
“Charlotte! How lovely to hear from you. How are you?
“I’m fine Master. How are you?”
“All the better for hearing from you. What can I do for my favourite ex-virgin?”
“Well I’m taking a few days off, and I was wondering… are you and Michael free this weekend?”
There is a pause. “I am certainly free for you, Charlotte. And I don’t doubt that Michael will make himself available. For the avoidance of doubt, may I ask why?”
“I’d just like to spend some time with you again.”
There is another pause. “Just time, or for.… more? Don’t misunderstand. I just want to be sure that I am not making any assumptions.”
“Oh, I’d like us all to have some fun together, Master.”
There is a definite upturn in my Master’s voice. I can almost hear him smiling. “Alright, Charlotte. So how would you like to spend the weekend? Just with me and Michael or…” His voice trails off, hinting at the adventures my Master led me down the first time we met.
“I’d like to spend time with the two of you, Master, but I’ll admit, I’d like to play some games as well. That night you took me to the club, it was so exciting.”
“I’ll see what we can do.”
“Can you pick me up from the train station?”
“Of course I can.”
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As I step from the train, I see my Master and Michael waiting on the platform. My Master, with his tall lean figure, has a slight curve to his lips. Michael, sun shining through his golden hair like a halo, wears a broad smile, lighting up his whole face.
They stride forward, and Michael sweeps me up in his arms, almost lifting me off my feet in his enthusiasm and kissing me soundly. My Master is a little more circumspect, hand on my shoulder, kissing me lightly on the cheek in benevolent style.
“I’d love to kiss you like that too.” he murmurs in my ear, “But let’s save your blushes while we’re in public eh?”
I kiss him back. A peck on the cheek also, little girl style. “Thank you, Master.”
He picks up my suitcase while Michael links arms with me, walking me through the station to the car park. He strides with a swing; a man whose personal sun is shining, and whose skies are blue. He doesn’t say much, but of course, Michael never does.
In the car, my Master driving, we chat.
“So why are you here, Charlotte? I was sure that you would have a boyfriend now, or even several boyfriends.” He winks at me and grins.
“I did try it. I’ve had a few dates and… more. But it was all a bit boring. After the time I had with you and Michael, well, nothing compared to that and I wondered if you might like to…”
Michael reaches from the back seat, stroking the side of my face, interrupting me. “We would love to, Charlotte. We just want to be sure that we are not interfering with your ‘real life’.”
I think that is about the most words in sequence I have ever heard Michael speak.
“What’s real life? The time I had with the two of you feels realer to me than anything I’ve done since.”
Then I notice… “Master, haven’t we just missed the turn-off? For the hotel, I mean?”
“We’re not going to the hotel. We thought we’d make the weekend a bit more special than that.” He looks a bit smug.
“Where are we going then?”
“You remember that restaurant up in the mountains? Overlooking the lake? They do cabins. We’ve booked one of those.”
“Oooh. Lovely!” Images of a real log fire and fur rugs in front of glowing flames spring to mind.
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The cabin is everything I could have wished. Set on a mountainside under the pines, but overlooking rolling grassy slopes, to a lake sparking blue in brilliant sunlight.
Inside, the fire is already alight as we arrive. The interior is warm and homely and - yes - there is even a fur rug in front of the fire; a very large fur rug. Large enough for three people to roll around on.
I am tired after traveling most of the day, but ten minutes in a steamy shower and I feel human again. In the wet room, I make another discovery; an enormous jacuzzi, easily big enough to take a dozen people. The thought of frolicking in there with my Master and Michael, leaves me sucking my lips in anticipation. I laugh inwardly, as I realise that just thinking about it has left me with pussy warm and wet.
Enveloped in a white towelling robe, I wander into the lounge. My Master is in the kitchen, chopping vegetables from the sound of things. Michael is in the lounge, leaning against the hearth and staring into the fire.
“Penny for them?”
“I like watching the pictures in the flames.” he says. “I always did, from being a little boy.”
His eyes, lambent in the flickering amber light, hold me. “Thank you for coming back to us.”
I stand close to him, reaching to kiss him. He leans in to the kiss, mouth slightly open, soft lipped and warm. One hand slips around the b
ack of my head, entwining with my hair. The other hand laces with my own, our fingers meshing.
I kiss his neck, and the musky scented skin below, through the open top of his white shirt, then, slipping off the robe, I slide down on to my knees. Michael’s jeans are bulging. I stroke him through the fabric, then release his shaft, kissing away the droplet at the tip.
He breaths a deep, shuddering sigh, standing eyes closed, head slightly tipped back, his hands caressing my head.
Taking the head into my mouth, I caress it with my tongue, firming the shaft with my hand and sucking gently. The deep pulse from the base throbs into my mouth, and the droplet becomes a liquid stream, bitter-sweet and warm.
Michael’s breathing is slow and steady, but deepening, and his fingers twist into my hair, his grip tightening on me.
Abruptly, he pulls away. “It’s wonderful.” he says, bending to kiss the top of my head. “But I don’t want to blow off in five minutes. We have all evening.”
Un-noticed, my Master has slipped in from the kitchen and is stretched out by us, sprawled in an armchair by the fire, long legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles. A wine glass in his hand, he watches us, smiling; the flicker of the flames through the deep red wine casting amber and ruby shadows over the walls.
Lying down, I stretch like a cat on the fur rug, the light of the flames dancing over my skin, Michael joins me on the fur, stroking my back. His expert fingers ripple up my muscles, probing, investigating.
“You’ve been spending too much time on a computer.” he says. “Your shoulder muscles are knotted. Lie on your front. Let me work them out for you.”
I turn over and Michael straddles me. “I’ll do this properly later, but I need you on a bed for that. For now, I’ll just work on those muscle kinks.”
He is right. As his fingers dig into the knots, kneading them out, I grimace and wince. “Serves you right.” he says. “If you have poor posture, or a bad position at your desk, this is the result. Have you got a proper office chair and desk? Your computer at the correct height?”
“I’ve been making do a bit.” I admit. “I wanted the money to stretch out.”
Michael is silent, and I see my Master pursing his lips.
Michael rises, disengaging from me, and slapping me on the rump, then he flips me over onto my back. His strength always surprises me. He’s not particularly tall, but is stocky and powerfully built, broad shouldered and muscular. He turns me over with no obvious effort, sending a rush of arousal through me.
Looking up from my bed of fur, Michael is kneeling to one side of me, my Master behind him, still lounging in his chair. Both are watching me and I feel I should give them something to watch.
Holding the gaze of first one, then the other, I stroke my breasts, cupping and caressing, massaging the smooth, pale skin. Tracing the curves with my fingers, I outline my soft white mounds, circling my nipples, now beginning to stand proud, hard little buds, rosy in the amber light.
Arching my back, I semi-part my knees, inviting Michael in. His head tilts, eyes on me as smiling, he unbuttons his shirt and cuffs. Fascinated, I watch the play of the candles on the contours of his muscles, gleaming with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Still standing above me, looking down, he unbelts his jeans, releasing his cock from where it is straining for freedom.
Kneeling down, he parts my knees further, settling between them, then his strong hands ripple over my stomach and thighs. Leaning, he kisses my belly and breasts, taking the nipples lightly between his teeth, nibbling gently and swiping around with his tongue.
It sends a rush of heat through me, and moisture breaks from my pussy. Raising my hips, arms outstretched, reaching for my Golden Angel, I beckon him in, wanting him inside me, wanting him to fill me.
Glancing sideways, I see my Master, still watching, his expression solemn, but with the trace of a smile at the corners of his eyes, his dark hair picking up auburn highlights in the golden light. He takes a sip from the glass, and unmoving, continues to watch.
Michael covers me, enfolding me with arms and body, his cock nudging against my swelling pussy lips, but not entering me. Instead, he teases my warming folds, rubbing against my engorging clit, arousing me further.
My breathing is becoming more rapid. The scent of Michael’s warm skin and of my own growing arousal mingle into a honeyed perfume of lust, and love, and erotic togetherness.
I begin to pant, my hips to quiver. “Please.” I say. “Please. I want you inside me.”
Michael smiles acknowledgment, repositioning himself to probe my pussy, pressing in on my entrance, but still not entering. He revolves his hips, teasing me, tantalizing my now twitching cunt.
“Please, Michael. Please.”
In reply, he simply covers my mouth with his, warm lips against mine, his tongue skimming my teeth. His cock continues its relentless beguiling of my pussy, winding me up an ever-heightening spiral of arousal.
I try to take him inside me, thrusting my hips forward to sheath him inside me. He allows it, penetrating me once, and then withdraws.
Almost mindless now with lust, and panting uncontrollably, moaning in short gasps, I try again, but this time he pulls away, not allowing me to take him. Instead, he backs off, lifts me from under the arms, and twists me around, depositing me to face my Master, on my knees, between his legs.
I recall the words of my Master from the first time I met him, that he had a fantasy of a beautiful young girl, kneeling naked at his feet, and now I see the curve of a smile playing across his lips. His hand caresses my face, and his erection pushes at the fabric of his black jeans.
With Michael behind me, massaging my neck and shoulders, I unzip my Master, releasing his long cock. As I bend to take it, Michael adjusts his position behind me and his shaft once again probes deliciously against, and into, my now dripping cunt. He pushes and circles, slowly stretching me open, coating himself in my juices.
As I take my Master’s silken shaft into my mouth, loving it with my tongue, Michael encircles me with his arms, one hand taking a nipple, the other slipping south between my legs.
He rolls the nipple, already hard, into a tight bud, tweaking and pinching. Little electric shocks jolt down through me, to combine with the frisson radiating out from where he is gently torturing my clit.
Unable to remain still, I jerk and buck my hips, making my head rock so that I cannot properly service my Master. My mouth follows helplessly behind my body as it twitches and jumps under Michael’s attentions. My Master does not seem to mind. His erection, already hard, is swelling and stiffening further in my mouth, even as I hear him chuckle over my antics.
Michael finally finishes the matter by plunging deep inside me, opening me wide, and effectively spearing me from within, pinning my movements. Abandoning my nipple, he moves the spare hand downwards too, slipping back my clit hood with one hand, working my nub with the other. His cock works my inner muscles, not fast or hard, but relentlessly.
Grinding his hips in a circular movement against me, he massages my g-spot and inner walls, sending waves of hot moisture trickling down the soft skin of my thighs. His head rests against the side of my own and his breathing whispers against me, growing heavier and more irregular. He is always a quiet man, but his small groans shudder through me as his climax takes hold. His cock grows ever larger inside me until, with a gasp, his control evaporates and he plunges hard inside me, thrusting deep, stopped only by my inner walls. Again and again, he pounds into me. It hurts, but it is a good hurting and I want more as my own orgasm arises with his.
My moans are muffled by the mouthful of my Master’s shaft, itself now flowing freely, liquid cream streaming salty sweet across my tongue, dribbling down my lips.
With a cry and a final judder, Michael cums into me, squeezing me tight, pushing hard inside. His hips crush into mine, his balls swinging against me as he spills.
Regardless of his climax, he continues to rub and massage my clit. I teeter on the brin
k of my own orgasm, tingling, aflame with the need to cum. It hits me full force, cascading through me in waves as I convulse and moan. I am still in the midst of climax as Michael withdraws from me, spins me on my knees and presents my still pulsating pussy to my Master.