JamesThe bidding resumes.Charlotte stands there, so vulnerable and yet so brave, while the mob drool over her. I watch her face closely, her expression. She looks a little spaced out.The mind disconnecting from an unpleasant reality? But she doesn't look distressed. Her breathing is fast and shallow, but she's not panic-stricken. Is she enjoying this at some level? Relishing testing her own limits?Or is she a true sub? Revelling in the submission aspect of it all?And of course, she is going to earn a great deal of money, so long as she keeps her nerve for the seven days of her contract.And nothing too unpleasant happens to her....Does she understand how dangerous this is? Even with the so-called safety procedures of the auction house.How would I feel if that were Georgie up there?And she's younger than Georgie....I feel queasy, my gorge rising at the thought of what I am doing.You're being ridiculous, a middle-aged man with virgin fantasies.This i
JamesHer head drops, and she stares at the floor, nodding."Is Charlotte your real name?"Still staring at the ground, still silent, she shakes her head."No, of course not. But for the avoidance of doubt for you, the auction house knows exactly who I am." I chuckle. "If nothing else, they have my credit card details."Now she looks up at me again, her eyes softer.That's it, isn't it... You need to feel safer...Fair enough..."You are, how old? Twenty-two was it?"Nod."It's not easy to be a twenty-two-year-old virgin these days. How did you manage it?"She looks shame faced. "I got married," she says, her voice small, "but he didn't love me. I found out later that he'd only married me to please his parents... He.… he didn't like girls… On our wedding night, he wouldn't..." She stalls and her words dry up.Should I believe her?She doesn't look as though she's lying...Poor kid... What a lousy start..."Not a good start to life, I have to agree. So, aft
JamesThe audience is already breaking up, but some on the front couple of rows hear me and sit down again...Does this happen often?... Others, further back, see them sit and also resume their seats."Yes, Mr Alexanders. What can we do for you?"Then I spot them, the small pile of her clothes, tumbled to the side of the podium, and I remember that I have left her naked.I hold up a finger. "One moment, if you please."Quickly I gather up the clothes and pushing open the door, toss them through to the side chamber where I have left my green-eyed beauty."And put your clothes on, Charlotte. I own you now, but you are in charge of what happens in the next few minutes."Back in the auction chamber, I talk quickly to the auctioneer."Charlotte is I think, willing to offer some further... services... to the bidders here. I'd like you to run another auction on her behalf, but I will take the details of the top... oh, dozen bids. She may be willing to co-operate in... sha
JamesI aim, and I think succeed, in ending the meal with her well-fed, but not overly so and just the slightest bit tipsy; enough to lower her shields without being falling-down silly.As we enter the apartment, I take her coat, then take her hand. Holding her eyes, I lead her through to the bedroom.I tried to make it beautiful for her and paid the hotel staff to have it ready for us when we returned. And as we step in, I'm glad that I did so. This is hardly the classic dream of a young girl's first romance, but perhaps I can give her a convincing substitute...Candlelight washes its golden glimmer over her face, the light like embers in her fiery hair. Flickering shadows cast depths into the space that would not normally be expected in a hotel bedroom.Now... seduce her.How did you feel, all those years ago, when she guided you through your first time?Charlotte stands before me, her expression a little... adrift... Holding her by the waist with one hand, I stroke her
JamesClearly baffled, she simply stands there. But as I move to the vee of her thighs, bathing her sex in the heat of my breath, she wails and, staggering, snatches at me with her hands, pulling at my shoulders and hair."Gently…" I say, as I stroke between her thighs at the moist heat of her panties. "Open your legs a little. Let me at you." She's moaning and staggering, and as I feel at her folds through the fabric, her head flinging back, there is a warm gush and a spreading stain."Master, I'm sorry, but I can't stand up properly."Gotcha, Girl...I stand and sweep her up, dropping her onto the bed where she lands, gasping and sweating.Her excitement is quite unmistakable now, and for a long moment, I hesitate, looking down at her...Is she ready…?... for more...?"Are you still nervous, Charlotte? Still scared?"There's nothing to her but eyes as she looks back up at me, shaking her head. For a further long moment, I stall, wondering, then...I start to un
JamesTaking time for my own enjoyment, I lap at the wet heat of her now hot and engorged pussy. She's flooding...Shouldn't have any problems when I'm ready to get inside her...Fuck, but I'm looking forward to having my cock in there... The pillow I used to support her hips is barely necessary now; she's arching and straining, and her weight abruptly transfers to her feet across my shoulders as her body tenses.She's on the build to climax. Her whole body is vibrating, and her wails are becoming louder.My angle is awkward for it, but with my mouth capping her lips and clit, I finger-fuck her, spreading my fingers to stretch her in the way that women seem to enjoy so much.For a moment, she freezes, poised on the edge...There she blows...... and she judders into orgasm, screaming.Taking a breath, I plunge my tongue into her, as deeply as I can, swiping out inside her against pulsing muscles. My face pressed in hard against her, I extend the moment as long as I
James"It means... she's here and...""... And what? You have fucked her?""Yes.""And she's definitely alright?""Yes. She's asleep now, but…""You believe she was a virgin? The real thing?""Yes, I do.""Please tell me you took it easy on her.""Of course I did. I made it as good for her as I could."There is another silence. "Did she come?""Spectacularly."Another silence, then, "You think she really enjoyed it?""Yes, I really think she did, at least after she stopped being scared silly of me. I did everything I could think of to calm her down."Another pause, then, "Did the photos lie?" The voice is mellowing."Yes, they did. The photos don't do her justice. Michael, she's beautiful. She is absolutely stunning. You wouldn't believe how beautiful without seeing her.""Really?" Sounding still more relaxed, the anger is draining away."Yes, really... Look, I know you're not happy with me about this, but why don't you join us for breakfast. Then you
MichaelI enter the hotel dining room where, at the far side of the room, I can see James seated at a table with the girl.Neither has seen me, and I don't announce myself. I want first to see how she is, how she's reacting to him. Certainly, on the face of it, it seems I have no cause to worry. She's laughing and joking with him, with a huge plate of food in front of her.Well, she's not scared if she's eating like that...There's an odd expression on her face.What is it?Admiration? Adoration? Worship?She may have only just met him a day ago, but whatever happened last night, she's not in fear of him...Time to introduce myself...Trying to seem casual, I walk up to the table and the girl turns to me, looks up into my face...... and I find myself lost in the emerald gaze of Charlotte.…For the shortest of moments, words escape me, as I simply gaze into those eyes. Then I really look at herOh, my God…She is stunning.She's wearing no make-up and needs