Buying the Virgin

Chapter 5: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Five

I have always thought that a man would simply plunge inside me, but instead, he traces the outline 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 on my bud, 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

at me, 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?

*****

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 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 Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

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 of his head. "Shall we?"

The breakfast is, as promised, very good indeed. Piling up my tray, I settle down to our table with

cereal, fruit juice, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms and eggs, toast and marmalade.

My Master 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, a bit of self-defence stuff.”

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, looking

down.

The man Michael is shorter than my Master, but still good-looking; solidly built, against my Master's tall

and rather angular physique; blond-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 long-time friends and

we...share...things sometimes."