Buying the Virgin

Chapter 39: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Thirty-Nine

At his words my pussy shudders and spurts, soaking my panties.

My Master smiles sideways at me. “See, it’s working already.”

Embarrassed, “How do you know, Master?

He grins. “Charlotte. I know.”

And at that, Daniel enters the office again.

“Daniel. Charlotte and I were just wondering if you might like to join us for dinner this evening.”

The dark, delicious man pauses, looking firstly at me, then back at my Master. “Dinner?”

“Yes, dinner. I believe Charlotte has an extensive menu planned. She’s rather a good cook you know.”

I am?

Still, I play along. In fact, I am not too bad a cook, and my Master is clearly enjoying his set-up.

Daniel looks really pleased. “I would love to come to…dinner.”

“Good.” says my Master. “That’s settled then.” He pulls a wallet from his jacket pocket and tosses it to

me. “Charlotte, why don’t you go out and buy whatever ingredients you need. And get some good wine

too. Dan, do you prefer red, white, sparkling...?”

“Um, I suppose it depends what’s on the menu….”

“We’ll leave it for Charlotte to decide then.” My Master has a twinkle in his eye and the smile of the

devil.

*****

I keep it simple. I am not a fantastic cook, but there are some things that are hard to get wrong.

Starters: prawn cocktail. Mains: steak and salad, with just a quick check on who wants rare, medium or

well done.

We sit together, me, Michael, my Master, and Daniel. The meal goes down rather well, and after an

enjoyable hour of chat, wine and food, Michael pushes back his plate.

“That was a great dinner, Charlotte. What’s for dessert?”

“Um…. Well, I was rather hoping that would be me….”

All three men burst out laughing. “Charlotte tartare” it is then.” chuckles my Master. “Served rare, and

with very little dressing. Shall we…...?”

I am a little unsure of where we go from here, but Michael and my Master both stand, placing

themselves either side of me, moving like a synchronised team.

How do they do that? Some sort of secret code?

I reach to embrace my Master, but…

“Don’t forget your manners, Charlotte,” he says. “Offer ‘dessert’ to our guest first.”

Daniel looks mesmerised. He pushes his chair back, making room for me to slide in. He wears a broad,

beautiful smile, bright and white against his ebony velvet skin.

Straddling his lap, I sit astride him, dress hitched up, my thighs spread wide, and my heavy breasts

only a little way from his face.

“Raise your arms, Charlotte.” instructs my Master, and as I reach upwards, he, with Michael, takes the

hem of my skimpy summer dress, lifting from either side of me, raising it over my head, and stripping

me to underwear. Michael unclips me at the back, slipping away my bra, releasing my breasts to swing

by Daniel’s face, and leaving me naked, except for my panties.

Seemingly fascinated by my breasts, Daniel buries his face in my cleavage. My thighs akimbo around

him, I feel an enormous erection pressing through his clothes.

“Hey guys.” he says, “Clear a spot on the table, would you.”

As Daniel kneads one breast, suckling on the other, Michael and my Master clear dishes and cutlery

from the dining table. Daniel, supporting me at thigh and hip, lifts me with him as he stands, and I hang

my hands around his neck. Sitting me on the edge of the table, he stands back, looking at me, and all

the while, undressing. His tie goes, then his shirt. Shoes are set to one side and finally, he unbelts and

unzips.

He does this slowly, grinning his brilliant smile, as he releases his huge cock.

It is just as big as I remember. Standing upright, it trembles against his stomach, pulsing with his

heartbeat.

“Still like the look of it, Charlotte?” he asks. “It’s going to get right inside you in a while, but I’m going to

lick you out first. Let’s get you good and wet before this honey gets to fuck you.” Palm on my chest, he

pushes me flat down onto the table.

Abruptly, I am seized from behind. Michael to one side of me, my Master to the other, each takes me by

the arm and pull me back across the table, leaving me on my back, hips overhanging one edge, legs

trailing. Daniel pulls up his chair and sits between my thighs, my legs resting over his shoulders.

My head is all but dangling over the other edge of the table. Staring up at the ceiling as I am, I cannot

see what is happening, but hot breath washes across my pantied pussy and what feels like a finger

traces over my crotch.

“Nice and wet already, Charlotte.” comes Daniel’s voice. “That’s good. I’m going to enjoy this.”

His mouth presses over the satin of my panties, and my pussy shudders under the heat. The finger

tugs satin to one side, and a tongue probes into my rapidly swelling folds, swirling through, and I moan

as my pussy wells up, hot and liquid.

From my slightly head-down position, I see Michael watching Daniel lapping at me, whilst my Master is

watching my face, his eyes crinkling as he sees me judder and tremble.

Fingers hook around my panties, pulling them away. I have a slightly uncomfortable moment, as Daniel

struggles them past my legs, splayed over his shoulders, but he simply lifts a leg, then slips the skimpy

garment off.

The fingers part my lips, opening me, and there is a delicious frisson of cool air over my hot cunt. It

pumps and clenches, and my breathing grows rapid.

“Now, that is a very pretty, pink pussy,” says Daniel. “It’s going to be really good getting my big cock

inside there. You like my cock don’t you Charlotte?”

I don’t reply. It barely seems necessary when I have my pussy displayed six inches from Daniel’s face,

but my Master says “Manners, Charlotte. Answer Daniel’s question.”

“Yes, Daniel. I do.”

My Master again. “You do, what, Charlotte?”

“Yes, Daniel. I like your cock.”

“You want me to fuck you with it Charlotte?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Charlotte….” says my Master.

“Yes, Daniel. I’d love you to fuck me with your cock.”

Daniel’s tongue spiralling around my clit is driving me wild. A finger probes inside me, circling the inner

muscle. “Aaahhhh... yes…” he says. “…that feels nice and tight.” The finger crooks upwards onto my g-

spot, rubbing hard, and I spasm and scream, my spine arching, as pleasure-shock sparkles through

me.

“James. Lift Charlotte’s head a little, would you. Let her see what’s happening.”

My Master cups his hands under my head and neck, raising me so that I have a view of Daniel. Right

now, I can only see the top of his head as he licks long, slow strokes between my pussy and clit. My

hips trembling uncontrollably, electric arousal is rapidly climbing to climax.

“Charlotte. You may not come yet.”

“I’ll try not to Master. But it’s not easy…”

Daniel pulls away and stands, winking at me. “Mustn’t get you into trouble with your Master, eh,

Charlotte? I know what he likes to do with you. Never mind. Let’s get this inside you.”

He holds me by the thighs, cock-head probing at my now gaping, pussy lips. It is huge, and, not for the

first time, I wonder if I can accommodate this monster. But as he pushes inwards, leaning into me, it

feels utterly, utterly delicious as he stretches me wide. My pussy jumps and twitches as he enters me Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

then pulls out a little and reinserts, once or twice, as he lubricates in my juices.

His dark eyes lock onto mine, watching my reaction, as he penetrates me with his enormous member.

Slowly he eases in, filling me completely, and more.

God, I’ll split if he goes any further!

But still, he slides in deeper. He has done a good job of arousing me. Without my passage being slick,

this simply couldn’t happen, but, at the point where all I can do is gasp, he stops and grins again.

“Nice one Charlotte. That’s all of it.” Then he thrusts, and I yell.

It hurts. It really hurts.

As he slams into me, I yelp, biting my bottom lip. But the hurting is delectable, and as he pauses,

looking a little worried, I say, “Don’t stop. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Behind me, my Master shifts position, supporting me at the shoulders, his body pressed against mine.

My head pressed forward by the flat of his stomach, I have an excellent view of Daniel as he starts to

work me. Michael stands behind him, supporting my legs, and freeing Daniel’s hands for other things.

“Why thank you, Michael,” he says, half turning to acknowledge my Lover. “I can do this now.” And he

slips fingers through red curls to rub my clit, one hand pulling back the sheath and the other

manipulating the tiny nub.