Buying the Virgin Box Set - Books One to Five

by Simone Leigh

  He settles between my spread legs, lifting them again slightly at the knees. Suddenly I understand what he means about swinging up my legs, and I adjust my position to present my pussy to him. “Is that better Master?”

  “Perfect. Now, lie still while I tongue-fuck you.” At his words wet heat spreads through my core.

  He does not immediately lick me, but instead sits back a little, looking at me, looking between my legs, examining me. His fingers explore me, tracing the outline of my folds. He opens me, fingers parting my lips, stroking back the hood of my clit. It is unsettling for me, to be examined so intimately, but nonetheless, exciting. And at his lightest touch, I shudder and moan. I have never before understood just how sensitive I am, or could be. My Master looks pleased at the noises I am making.

  I have always thought that a man would simply plunge inside me, but instead, he traces the outlines of my pussy with his fingers, circling my wetness. Laid back as I am, I cannot properly see what he is doing, but the feeling is exquisite. For one brief moment, I feel something slip inside me, and then out again. I gasp, and meet his eyes to see him sucking his fingers clean. “You taste wonderful Charlotte.” he says. “Soon you will taste of me, when I come inside you, but first….”

  Again, he leans forward and I feel the heat of his breath lingering over my clit and pussy, making me squirm with pleasure. Grabbing me by the hips, he holds me still, pinning me to the pillow and now takes me in his mouth, sucking at my clit, gently, oh so gently. But it does not feel gentle. Electric pleasure pierces me. I scream because I do not know what else to do as my Master flicks and tongues my clit, the wet heat of his licking and sucking combining with my own pussy juices.

  Something arises within me. I do not know what it is, but it is there, welling up inside me; a tension. Something within me wants to explode. Helplessly, I arch my back, feet on my Master’s back, tensing my legs as I strain to escape/embrace this astonishing feeling.

  My Master’s lips curl around my engorged pussy, his tongue plunging within. He licks and probes, and, I think, I feel his fingers slip in also. I cannot tell. I am lost in the upsurge within me.

  Explosively, my orgasm comes and I finally understand his comment “If you’re not sure, then the answer’s ‘No’.”

  I convulse and writhe, moaning, almost shrieking, lost to the pulsing pleasure erupting through my cunt, belly and thighs. My Master is still tongue-fucking me, and it is becoming….

  ……unbearable….

  “Stop! Stop! Please Master….”

  Instantly he pulls away, releasing me, allowing my legs to drop back to the bed.

  For timeless moments I lie back, eyes screwed shut, still captive to the throbbing of my pussy, gasping and twitching as the feeling ebbs and fades.

  Regaining my breath, beginning to feel the world around me again, I open my eyes, to see my Master sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me, grinning broadly.

  “So you enjoyed your first orgasm?” He looks like the cat that got the cream.

  I try to nod, twitching again as an aftershock runs through my sex. “Yes. It was wonderful Master.”

  I am wondering what happens next. I feel sated, relaxed. I could lie here and think of rainbows. However, my Master is waiting. His cock is upright. Watching it, I see it quiver to his pulse, and there is a droplet at the tip.

  “Stay there.” he says. “Just relax. Your body is as ready for me as it’s ever going to be.”

  My hips still rest on the pillows, arching me slightly as my knees are eased apart again, my Master positioning himself on top of me. His cock brushes against my wet and tender clit, and lips, then probes my entrance.

  Is this where it hurts? I tense.

  “Shhh…” he says, stroking my hair, kissing me softly on the lips. “Calm down. It’s alright….” And he slides inside me, slowly, delicately. In, then out, in, then out, a little deeper each time, until he is fully sheathed within me. There is no pain, only a sensation of slick stretching, of being filled.

  Panting and shuddering under him, I take my Master within me. His rhythm increases, faster and harder. Abruptly, my body knows what to do, and I move with him, arching and rocking to meet him as he thrusts, deeper and harder. It does hurt, but I want this pain. He bangs against my inner walls, but my body welcomes him as he pounds into me.

  I want to keep my eyes closed but, glancing up, see that he is watching me, gauging me, taking my measure as he takes me.

  “Are you alright Charlotte?” His voice is breathless, ragged.

  “Yes, Master. I’m fine.” And it’s true. I want to smile, to rejoice at this glorious feeling. My hands explore his back and shoulders, sheened with perspiration. I scent the smell of sweat and lust and sex in his hair, and, reaching up to kiss, taste him as we meet open-mouthed.

  His eyes close, and his head bows, face buried beside mine in a sea of my hair. He shudders, his hips bucking into me, pressing hard in as he gasps and groans.

  Then he simply flops onto me and for a moment, I am taking his full weight before he remembers himself and raises up on his elbows.

  Pulling out of me, he rolls to one side, smiling at me, takes my chin in one hand and kisses me. “Charlotte. Thank you. That was unforgettable.”

  “Master. Thank you. I was so nervous. But, you made it, just so….” I don’t know what to say, so I settle for “Can we just lie here for a few minutes? Is that okay?”

  “Of course it is. We’ll just enjoy the moment shall we.” he smiles.

  We lie together in a naked embrace, arms loosely linked.

  “No regrets Charlotte?”

  “No Master. None.”

  “That’s good. Now, we have six days ahead of us. Would you like to sleep now?”

  “Yes, I think I would.”

  “You do that then. I have some phone calls to make.”

  So I curl up in the bed and doze, my last thought before falling asleep “What about those other men?”

  Part Two - The Virgin - Sold

  I wake to find myself still in the vast bed, sunshine streaming through the window, cascading over creamy satin sheets.

  My Master is sitting on the end of the bed, the sunlight back-lighting his hair like a halo as he sips from a steaming cup. 'Coffee?' he asks, smiling.

  The coffee smells wonderful. "I'd love some."

  He pours me a cup from a white porcelain jug. "How are you this morning?" He sounds genuinely concerned.

  "I'm fine, I think."

  "Try walking around a bit. See if you still feel fine. Your insides took a pounding last night; a pounding they’re not used to."

  Mmm. He has a point. As I sit up, brushing untidy hair out of my eyes, there is a stiffness around my pelvis. My Master was very gentle with me the previous evening, but it was my first time, and my virgin muscles have been exercised in unfamiliar ways.

  He sees me wince as I move. "A warm bath again perhaps? To relax you a little."

  "Er, yes. I think so."

  "Take your time The hotel does an excellent breakfast and they'll be serving for the next couple of hours."

  I climb out of bed, suddenly conscious of my nakedness in front of this man, almost a stranger. He sees my embarrassment and tosses me a bathrobe.

  Standing, my hips don’t want to move properly at first, feeling bruised. A soak in warm water is definitely a good idea. Also, I notice there is an unfamiliar smell about me, something I have not scented before. The smell of sex?

  Half an hour later, bathed, dressed and fortified with about a pint of strong coffee, I feel much better.

  "Ready to eat?” asks my Master.

  Suddenly ravenous, I could eat a horse. "Yes. Definitely."

  My Master offers me his arm, courteously and with a tilt to his head. "Shall we?"

  The breakfast is, as promised, very good indeed. Piling up my tray, I settle down to our table with cereals, fruit juice, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms and eggs toast and marmalade.

  My Mast
er looks amused. "Do you eat like that all the time?" He has taken simply a little toast and juice.

  "Yes I'm lucky. I don't put on weight easily, but then I do a lot of exercise."

  “It shows. Your body is beautifully toned. What kind of exercise?”

  “I walk a lot; swim and ride. Other things too, yoga, tennis.”

  He nods approvingly and looks as though he about to enquire further, but is interrupted by the arrival of another man.

  “Ah.” he says, standing to meet the stranger, and proffering his hand to shake. "May I introduce Michael. He will be joining us later today."

  I nod agreeably, until my Master's meaning suddenly penetrates. Abashed, I mutter something and look down.

  The man Michael is shorter than my Master, but still good-looking. Stockily built, against my Master's tall and rather angular physique; dark haired and blue eyed. For all my sudden onset of nerves, I have to admit that he looks gorgeous. Is my Master picking and choosing on my behalf?

  "Michael and I know each other of old." explains my Master. "We are old friends and we.... share.... things sometimes."

  Michael holds out his hand to me. "Lovely to meet you Charlotte. I can see James here still has the knack of picking the lookers."

  It could have sounded cheesy, but it doesn't. Quite the opposite, he is charming. I take his offered hand, rising now to meet him. If nothing else, there is no need for me to abandon my good manners.

  As I stand, Michael takes me in the lightest of embraces and kisses me on the cheek. So close, I can smell him; a mix of sandalwood and pine. His hands are slightly roughened, as though he does some kind of manual work, a craftsman of some kind. His muscular build seems to back that up and for all his gentle touch, there is a controlled strength to his touch that hints at physical power.

  My panties are abruptly soaked and I blush, sucking in my lips and, not knowing where to look, I look away from both men and take refuge in sitting to slurp down more coffee.

  "Are you joining us for breakfast Michael?" asks my Master.

  "Just a coffee for now. I'll not overstay my welcome. I just wanted to introduce myself to Charlotte so that she can get used to the idea of me."

  I look first at Michael, then into my Master's eyes. There is a twinkle there and he gives me just the hint of a wink, settling my jitters. He is a good man. He proved that last night. With the contract I agreed to, he could have abused me, but did not. On the contrary, he went out of his way to make my loss of virginity a lovely and exciting occasion. He would not introduce me to anyone dangerous. And this is his old friend?

  Against all the odds, my anxiety lessens and I begin to enjoy myself. Concentrating on eating my huge breakfast, I listen to chit-chat between the two men. It is obviously mainly for my benefit, to calm me down, but nonetheless, they clearly do know each other well, asking about events and acquaintances that mean nothing to me.

  After twenty minutes or so, Michael stands. "Gotta go. I'll see you both later." He flashes white teeth at me and echoes my Master's wink.

  After he leaves, my Master sits silently watching me for a few seconds. "Alright Charlotte?"

  "I think so, yes. He seems very nice."

  “Yes he is. That's why I chose him for today. You will by the way, find if you check your account, find that it has swelled overnight. You will be earning quite a bit more towards those college costs of yours.”

  Now there’s a cheering thought. “Er… can I ask what we will be doing?”

  “We’re all going to play together this evening. I think you’re going to have fun. But, as I say, that’s for this evening. Is there anything you would particularly like to do today?”

  It hadn’t occurred to me that I would be asked this. I simply don’t have an answer.

  Seeing my confusion, my Master steps in. “A trip out somewhere perhaps? It’s a lovely day. Do you like picnics? On the beach maybe?””

  “I love picnics, yes. But perhaps somewhere up in the mountains? It will be hot by the beach.”

  “Good idea. Finish your breakfast. I’ll go order us a packed lunch.”

  We have a lovely day together, my Master and I. He drives us way up into the hills, to a beauty spot by the pine forests, looking down over the sea, sparkling blue and silver far below. We are dressed casually, both wearing jeans and tee shirts, good for sitting on warm grass and enjoying blue skies and sunshine.

  The ‘packed lunch’ turns out to be a hamper that wouldn’t look out of place at being unloaded from the back of a Bentley or a Rolls for Ascot, with smoked salmon, strawberries and cream, and champagne. For several hours we chat about this and that, and I learn quite a lot about my new Master, who I am beginning to think of as a friend.

  He is a businessman, working abroad quite a lot and traveling between ‘The States’ and Europe. Married previously, but now divorced and, after the failure of his marriage, no longer wishing to be ‘tied’. However, he does enjoy a life of sexual adventure - which is of course, where I come in.

  “Have there been others? Before me I mean? Have you done this before?”

  He scratches his nose. “I suppose that’s a natural question. No, I haven’t done this before; literally buying a woman.” He leans forward, taking my hand. “You are unique in that way Charlotte, and in other ways too I think.”

  “I’m not sure what you mean?”

  “Very few women, especially a young woman like you, would have had the sheer nerve to do what you have done. I admire you for it…. and now, he stretches and yawns. “We have an appointment with Michael. Shall we go?”

  An hour or so later, back at the hotel, Michael is waiting for us in the lobby. Standing as he sees us arrive, he smiles. “Hello James. Good evening Charlotte. You had a good day I hope.” He looks good, wearing a clean white linen shirt with well-cut jeans and polished shoes.

  “Yes, lovely.” I squeak, trying to get my voice under control. In only a little while, I am expected to be having sex together with these two men.

  Up in the apartment, my Master waves me through to the bathroom. “You will find some clothes in there that I would like you to wear.”

  The ‘clothes’ turn out to be minimalist to say the least; stockings, a heavy collar type necklace, and the lightest of sheer robes, quite transparent and revealing my lack of underwear of any kind. I put on some make-up, then try to put my hair up. It is unco operative, tangling into knots every time I try to pin it high, so giving it up as a bad job, I brush it out and let it settle down into a red cloud around me, standing out and crackling with static.

  Drawing the diaphanous wrap around me like armour, heart pounding, I step back into the lounge, dimly lit, where the two men are waiting for me, standing, talking quietly together, drinking wine.

  As I step through the door, they turn as one, both smiling and my Master offering me a glass. “Relax a little Charlotte. You look beautiful. Come join us. Let us look at you.”

  Sipping at the wine, I catch sight of myself in a mirror. A stranger looks back at me, dark eyed, red lipped, with a deep bronze collar at the throat, flickering bright in the candle-gleam, and wearing only gossamer silk and a cloud of copper-red hair.

  The stranger is indeed lovely.

  My Master stands behind me in the reflection, Michael to his side. “Look at yourself Charlotte. Don’t you think you are beautiful? Imagine how I feel, having you here. How Michael feels.”

  He and Michael each take me by an arm. I think they are leading me to the same bedroom as before, but no, this is another room, smaller, much smaller. Once again the lights are low, candlelight only. There is little in here except the bed, centred between mirrored walls. Mirrors surround us from all sides. I see myself, Michael and my Master reflected a hundred times around us in the light of a thousand ghostly candles.

  The two men position me between them, standing me on a large thick rug in the centre of the beautifully polished hardwood floor.

  My Master pulls me gently to him, Michael standing
behind me, his hands resting on my hips. He kisses me softly on the lips, then turns me to face Michael, who also kisses me, more fully, open-mouthed. In the mirrors, I see him look to my Master over my shoulder. Do they have some sort of code? Some unwritten script?

  “Watch yourself.” murmurs my Master. “And us. Watch yourself in the mirrors. See what we are doing to you. Watch what you do to us.”

  My Master is holding me at the waist as Michael starts to untie the wrap. As it falls loose from my shoulders, hands slide it away from me, down to the floor. Standing naked between the two men, both set of hands explore me.