Buying the Virgin

Chapter 21: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Twenty-One

We sit around the table to eat an excellent boeuf bourguignon, chatting.

“So why the train station Charlotte?” asks my Master. “Don’t misunderstand. We’re both very happy to

collect you, but, no car yet?”

I shrug. “Oh I’d like one but I’m trying to be sensible with my money, and a car is something I just can’t

afford right now. I’m fine on the train.”

My Master looks puzzled. “Er, well, I’ve a pretty good idea of how much you earned with your, um,

adventures, with us a few weeks ago. I know how much I paid for you, and how much the other guys

contributed afterwards. Surely you must have plenty in the bank? You’re not dressing extravagantly, or

wearing expensive jewellery. Where’s your money going?”

I am a little embarrassed. “I know you paid a lot of money for me Master, but of course, the auction

house took fifty percent, and I’ve had to pay out for digs and tenants deposit, and everything. And that’s

before I’ve bought textbooks and other stuff…”

Michael’s head has shot around at my words. “Fifty percent?” he says incredulously. “After what you

did? Selling your own virginity?”

Now my Master looks embarrassed. “I’m sorry Charlotte. Yes, I did know that when I bid for you, but I’d

forgotten. How long do you think your money will last?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. I just have to be careful with what I spend.” I bite my lip and look away to hide the lie in

my words. I don’t want to let them know that I am worrying about it.

I don’t think I have fooled my Master. He gives me a long look under lidded eyes, and I look for a way

of changing the subject.

“Where are we going to go tomorrow, Master? Somewhere exciting?”

Both my Master and Michael are silent for a moment. I know that I have not deceived either of them.

They know something is amiss.

Then my Master speaks. “I thought we might go walking. The countryside around here is beautiful, and

there’s a circular trail around the lake.” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Oh yes, that would be lovely.”

“That’s agreed then. I’ll make up some packs, and we can enjoy the Great Outdoors.”

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The following day, the walk is wonderful. The weather is perfect; bright sun, clear blue skies and a fresh

breeze; ideal walking weather. We walk miles along the trail, enjoying glorious views, and feeding

bagels to squirrels. By the time we return to the chalet, I am well exercised and weary, longing for a hot

soak.

Stripping off heavy boots, tee-shirts and jeans, we lounge around in bathrobes by the fire, sipping hot

coffee and rum.

“I’d really like to have a soak in that jacuzzi Master. It looked heavenly.”

My Master perks up. “Ah, glad you mentioned that. In fact, you took the words out of my mouth.

Michael if you would please.”

The two of them lead me through to the wet room where I screech to a halt on the tiles, gaping.

The jacuzzi is there, steaming and bubbling, and…. occupied.

I recognise the faces. I have met these men previously in the club my Master took me to on another

occasion. Now, here they are, four of them, grinning from out of the foaming water.

My Master gives me a shove in the small of my back. “Go on Charlotte. Do your stuff.”

Snaking an arm around me, he undoes the belt of my robe, then Michael slides it off my shoulders. I

stand, stark naked, still staring at the four men in the jacuzzi.

“Looks like she needs some help, Michael.” says my Master.

Michael beside me nods, and the two men suddenly scoop me up, Michael at my ankles, my Master by

the wrists, and….

“One, two, three….” They swing me over the jacuzzi and fling me, to drop, squealing and laughing into

the middle of the water, among the four men.

I surface, spluttering, and screaming with laughter, covered in bubbles. As I stand, several pairs of

hands help to clear my face of hot steaming foam, the foamy water coursing down over my breasts,

down my cleavage and over my stomach.

A foot kicks my legs out from under me, at the same time as a pair of hands pulls me backwards to

land on a wet lap. A humongous erection presses against my back.

Sitting up and stable, I finally find enough breath for some words. “Hi, Guys.” I hold up a hand, waving.

“Nice to see you all again.”

“You too Charlotte.”

“And you Charlotte.”

“Are we playing together again today?”

The last question brings a grin to my face. “Are we playing? Oh, yes, I think so.” I swivel around to see

if my Masters are joining in. Sure enough, they are stripping off their robes and descending into the hot

water, chatting.

“You know Michael; I’d never thought about it before. Did you realise that tits float?”

“No I hadn’t, but then I’d not thought about it either.”

This brings another peal of laughter from me, and I collapse into giggles.

A pair of hands pulls out my ankles, spreading my legs. Cradled by arms behind me, and resting on lap

and erection, a tall, dark man who I mainly remember for his huge cock, now twitching up against his

stomach, works his way between my legs. The man behind me slides one hand down, pausing to play

with my coppery curls, before continuing down through my engorging pussy lips and starting to work

my clit.

Electric fire shooting from my clit brings me back to earth, still grinning hugely, but now beginning to

pant. I look up into the eyes of the man standing between my legs and about to fuck me.

“Just a sec,” says my Master’s voice. And something flies through the air, the man behind me catching

it one-handed. A bottle of baby oil. “Rub her well up with that first. Inside and out.”

He sits on a step, watching, as the hands behind me pour oil into a palm, and then rub down over my

clit and pussy lips.

“Let me help with that.” says the guy already between my legs. His dark skin shows a gorgeous smile

and beautiful white teeth as he also takes a handful of the oil. “Lift her up a bit,” he says to the guy

behind me. I find myself being lifted, my hips up out of the water by several pairs of hands. OiI is

poured over my crotch and curls, running down to my pussy. Hands take turns rubbing it in, fingers

penetrate my pussy, oiling me up and sending pulsing waves of lust rippling through me.

The guy between my legs takes another palmful of oil, and very deliberately, oils his erection. I watch

fascinated as he approaches me, the long shaft glistening and pulsating as it presses against my

entrance. The hands from behind resume their work on my clit.

“Spread her a bit wider.”

The two remaining ‘guests’ take me by the knees, lifting my legs up and back, widening the access to

my slit. Every man is watching me, looking at my gaping cunt before it is filled.

I ache to be fucked. Trembling and quivering, I lie back in the arms of the man behind me, eager for the

first one to fuck me. My hips begin to buck in sheer anticipation of what is coming.

He slides in slowly, stretching me open, widening my passage. With a slow deliberate rhythm, he starts

to thrust, holding my gaze all the time. His cock beats time in and out of me. In and out. In and out. I

moan and shudder. The oil mixes with the juices of my flowing pussy and steam from the warm water

joins the sweat trickling between my breasts.

The man behind me tweaks and flicks at my clit, timing the movement to match the thrusting.

The man spearing me says “I’m not going to come inside you Girlie. I want to watch you drink my cum.”

His words give me a hot gush deep inside my cunt and I nod, parting my lips in invitation. The long,

delicious shaft looks too inviting to refuse. He pulls out of me, and one of the men holding my knees

takes his place. Michael in his turn, takes the knee, keeping me well spread. The other ‘knee-holder’ is

busy working himself with his spare hand.

Opening wide, to mouth at the cock nudging my lips, I suck greedily at the head. Sliding my tongue into

the slit, I take the trickle of fluid seeping out.

The cock fucking me now is shorter but fatter, and I can feel the difference as my inner walls expand to

accommodate it. Slippery with oil and pussy juices, I take it easily but savour the thickness of the wider

shaft now spearing me. Although it is not easy for me, I try to move with his rhythm.