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Chapter 168: The Virgin´s Real Christmas, Part 8, Climax
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Buying Charlotte Chapter 1: The Virgin Auctioned, Part 1, The Auction
I stand on the podium, looking at the crowd in front of me. I´m scared, trembling as I face them.I can´t complain. I volunteered for this, and in a few days, I´ll have more money than I´ve ever seen in my life. But I have to get through the next few days and... I´m scared.I am looking at a sea of male faces: handsome, ugly, white, black, Hispanic, Asian, tall, short. You name it, they´re in front of me. The only thing they have in common: they´re all rich. Some of them are very rich. I suppose that it will be one of the very rich ones who buys me."Charlotte, turn around," instructs the auctioneer. "The clients want to see what they are paying for."I swallow hard and turn slowly around and trying not to look anyone in the eye, drop my gaze to the floor. My breath is fast and short, my heart pounding."Raise your head," shouts a voice from the floor. "At these prices, I want to see what I´m getting."I raise my head, biting my lip and trying to be brave. It´s too late for
Buying Charlotte Chapter 2: The Virgin Auctioned, Part 2, My Master For The Week
"Nice to meet you too," I mumble, my nerves returning big-time."Nice to meet you, Master," he says, tugging sharply at the leash."Sorry, Master. Nice to meet you, Master.""That´s better. Now come with me. We´re going to have a little chat."He leads me to an ante-room to the auction chamber. It seems to be a storage room for the more usual kind of auction, furniture stacked everywhere, pictures and ornaments, bric-a-brac, the left-overs of the lives of people who have moved on. My Master sits on an antique chair, dark wood intricately carved, gleaming gold in reflected sunlight, and smelling of beeswax.He is still holding my leash and looks me up and down carefully from where he sits. "Don´t worry," he says. "I´ll let you put some clothes on before we go. But right now, I´m enjoying the view."I am lost for words and just nod, standing awkwardly under the gaze of my Master."On your knees, Charlotte," he says. I obey, trying not to graze my knees on the stone flag flo
Buying Charlotte Chapter 3: The Virgin Auctioned, Part 3, The Hotel
Still a bit dazed, I follow my Master. Taking my hand, as though we are a perfectly normal couple, he hails a taxi and barks a hotel address at the driver. The address is very much at the classy end of town. I had sort of expected this. With what he is paying for me, he just has to be rich. But when we arrive at the block, we take the lift to the penthouse. He catches my eye. "Not my home Charlotte. I´ve just rented it for the week, but the auction house knows where I have brought you."My jitters have returned and my Master sees this. "Relax. We´ll have a meal first I think. Calm you down a bit. And perhaps some wine inside you might help? Do you like champagne?""Um, not sure. I´ve never had it.""Excellent. I can introduce you to it then? What kind of food do you like?""Err... Don´t mind really... Italian?""Fine. We´ll go to Luigi´s around the corner then. I´ll reserve a table for us. Why don´t you have a look around? Have a bath or a shower perhaps? Make yourself comfor
Buying Charlotte Chapter 4: The Virgin Auctioned, Part 4, Delivering On My Contract
Standing before him, bare-breasted, I am suddenly bashful and cannot look him in the face. Dropping my gaze, his trousers are bulging at the front. I swallow hard, but simultaneously, heat surges through me again. I barely know what to do with myself, panting, pulse racing and beginning to flush. I can see my belly and breasts turning red, glistening with sweat."You´re alright Charlotte. It´s perfectly normal. You are aroused. Listen to your body. It has a lot better idea of what is happening than you do. Just let it flow."I glance into his eyes again, and unwilling to trust to words through my shuddering pants, simply nod again, then find my gaze drawn inexorably to the bulge in my Master´s trousers."It won´t bite you," he says. "It is going to fuck you, but not until you´re ready for it, which isn´t yet." He takes my hand, guiding it downward. "Touch me. I´d like you to, and I think you will like it too." I touch him, nervously at first, jumping, a little startled as I fe
Buying Charlotte Chapter 5: The Virgin Auctioned, Part 5, OMG!
At his words, a surge of juices floods between my thighs. Opening my knees my Master sees how wet I am, and "Mmmm"s with a pleased sound. Pulling a pillow from the bed he pushes it under my hips, then pulls me into position. "Swing your legs up. Open your knees. Wider. That´s it. Head down. Hips up. Let me see you."He pulls another pillow from under my head, again he shoves it under my hips, forcing my back to arch, and my hips to jut upwards."Good girl. Lie back. Relax. Just let me take over now." He makes a final adjustment to my position, pulling my hips up a little more, widening the spread of my knees and thighs. I am completely exposed. I have never been naked with a man before. Now I am not merely naked, but displayed...My nerves are back, and my panting is not just arousal but now real fear. There is a sinking in my stomach. What is he going to do? Nonetheless, I am running hot and liquid. I can feel my...private parts...are hot and swollen."You´re beautiful Charlot
Buying Charlotte Chapter 6: The Virgin Sold, Part 1, The Morning After
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 backlighting 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 the
Buying Charlotte Chapter 7: The Virgin Sold, Part 2, Who Is My Master?
He is a businessman, working abroad quite a lot and travelling between t´he 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 Cha
Buying Charlotte Chapter 8: The Virgin Sold, Part 3, Sharing Me
I am acutely conscious that I am naked, more than naked, exposed, whilst these two men are still fully dressed. True, both have erections obvious through their clothing but...As Michael drops down between my thighs, my Master´s voice whispers again. "Watch him. Watch his tongue curl around your clit. Look in the mirrors."In the pale golden light of the candled mirrors, Michael laps at me. As the tongue slides over me, electricity firing up through me, the voice continues. "He´s tasting you. Your sweet pussy. Just as I did last night. As I´m going to again in a little while when he has made you ready for me. Are you wet Charlotte?""Mmm, yes," I choke out. ´Wet´ is the wrong word. ´Flooding´ would be more correct. Michael´s working of my bud and lips is driving me gently crazy, my engorging sex pulsing under every stroke and movement of his tongue."Can you support yourself on your feet? Lift your hips upwards?" asks my Master, still close to my ear. "I´ll help support you." M
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