Chapter 26: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Twenty-Six


    “Nice to meet you Charlotte,” he says, as he sits beside me.


    “You too...?”


    “Daniel.”


    “Nice to meet you, Daniel.”


    His hands roam over the silky lingerie, tracing my contours. They linger over my breasts, swinging


    loosely inside the garment, skim my waist to the curve of my hips, and settle on my disyed butt


    cheeks.


    Long dark fingers begin to slide within the cami, but my Master’s voicees.


    “No. Not yet.”


    The fingers withdraw, instead smoothing over the now sodden crotch.


    His face close to my sex, he inhales. “You smell good Charlotte.”


    “So do you Daniel.” And so he does; a spicy scent of clean masculinity, and expensive aftershave.


    His fingers trace filigreed patterns over the sensitive skin inside my thighs, and my pussy warms,


    welling in response


    He chuckles. “Charlotte. You’re flooding.” He pushes at my thighs to part them. “Open your legs a little


    further. I’m not allowed to undress you yet, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other.


    Michael, my Master and the other two strangers move around, adjusting their positions so that they can


    either see directly what is happening or catch it in one of therge multi-reflected mirrors.


    In the reflections, disappearing off into eternity, I see a thousand watchers about me, gazing in from all


    sides. Only my Master stands before me, his tall lean figure towering above me, watching quietly,


    smiling, lips pursed. The tightly cut front to his jeans twitches and I know that he is not so controlled as


    he appears.


    I oblige, parting my knees a little further, and Daniel starts to stroke my pussy and clit through the


    sodden fabric. I quiver, moaning quietly, my breathing deepening.


    Softly he strokes, long slow movements downwards, from the silk covering my mound, caressing my


    stiff clit, to kiss my pussy. My breath now beginning to shudder, I hear him; making small sounds of


    satisfaction at my response. Then he swings around and, hand nted over my butt cheeks, presses


    his face to my sodden crotch, mouthing at my clit through the silk, sucking at my pussy.


    It is electric. Raising my head like a wolf in howl, I yell my pleasure to the rooftops. Looking to the side,


    I watch myself, and Daniel, his face pressed into my sex,pping and sucking at me……


    Now I start to lose control. I look up. “Please Master….”


    He smiles and tilts his head. “Ready to move on Charlotte?”


    “Yes, Master.”


    “What would you like to do next Charlotte?”


    My head spins. I turn to look at the group of men waiting for me. My options….


    “I see you don’t know what to choose.”


    My Master passes me several ying cards. Not a full pack, just the Ten, Knave, Queen, King and Ace


    of Hearts. I look at them nkly. “Master?”


    “We going to y a game Charlotte, and you are the prize. You will shuffle and deal the cards. You will


    give each of us a card. When it is time for a new…um… participant, you will call a card. The holder of


    that card takes a turn.


    I shuffle the cards, carefully, ensuring they are random. One at a time, I give each man a card, face


    down. None of them knows who has which card.


    "Sit up Charlotte." my Master orders.


    Scrambling to my knees on the edge of the bed, I obey my Master.


    “Although the cards will decide who, we…” he indicates the group, and as he speaks, produces a


    blindfold. “...are going to decide when, and how, we will have you.” He ys with the blindfold, a sheer,


    delicate thing of ck, that will bind snugly about my face.


    He ties it, fitting it closely to my eyes. It is not tight, not painful, but all I can see is a dim glow of light


    filtered through the fine fabric. A part of me wants to smile, but another part is taking over, and my


    heavy breathing is turning to panting, my blood beginning to sing, my pulse to race.


    I feel, rather than see, the motion of the mattress under me as my Master seats himself next to me.


    “We may remove the blindfold in a little while, Charlotte. I know you always enjoyed this room, enjoyed


    watching Michael and I with you, in the mirrors. But for now, you will have to guess what is happening,


    or what will happen next.


    As he speaks, his hand is sliding over my pale skin, across my shoulders, down from my neck, to the


    smoothness of my breasts.


    “Take it off her.” says a voice; the American I think.


    “Charlotte.” says the voice of my Master. “Stand up.”


    Struggling a little in my sightlessness, nheless, I obey, and he continues. “Michael. Why don’t you


    undress Charlotte? Let her admirers see what they are going to fuck.”


    At his words, my pussy heaves and wells once more. My Master is giving me to these men…… but that


    is his privilege.


    A rustle of movement and then, close to me, the familiar scent of my wonderful Michael, my Golden


    Angel, my Lover. His fingers slip into the fine shoulder straps of my cami and close to my ear he


    whispers “Are you all right Charlotte?”


    Through my panting, to speak is a struggle. “Yes, Michael. I’m fine.” and I turn, to briefly kiss the face


    so close to mine. He returns the kiss, soft and warm, his lips pressed to mine before, his hands on my


    shoulders, he slips aside the shoulder straps. They fall, to dangle over my arms.


    Then, another movement, and he is behind me, pressing close. He is still fully dressed, but through his


    clothing, I feel the pressure of his hardened cock against my body.


    He reaches around me with strong arms, tugging carefully at the fineces to the front of the cami,


    teasing them apart so that the filmy garment falls open.


    I know what the men can see. I am very pale-skinned, narrow-waisted, and my breastsrge. As he


    releases them from the cami, my breasts swing free, the nipples tightening and crinkling.


    Michael’s hands continue their work, sliding the whole silky garment down, past my waist and hips, to


    puddle at my feet. “Step out of it Charlotte,” whispers Michael.


    I lift one foot and then the other, sensing Michael’s movement, as he bends to take it from under me.


    I stand, fully naked, before my audience of ‘Valentines’.


    St Valentine - the Patron Saint of Love - physical love? I wonder if he guessed what he started?


    I stand straight, tilt my chin up. I have done this before when I auctioned my virginity. The best way to


    behave in such a situation is to be proud. Pulling my shoulders back, my ming hair tumbles in a


    cloud, around my shoulders and down to my waist. My stomach, gently curved to the fox at my loins,


    my long legs, well-exercised; I need no false modesty. I look good. I know that every man in the room


    wants to get inside me.


    And is going to…


    Michael still stands close behind me, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my


    puckering nipples. I know that I am being disyed. Then his fingers tweak at my already hard nubs,


    and I startle, yelping slightly.


    “Jeez.” says a voice. “Who gets first go?”


    Michael’s strong hands, hard and muscr, slightly rough, glide over my body. My waist, the curve of


    my belly. One slips further south. The other returns to its gentle torment of my nipple.


    Fingers wriggle through my damp curls, probe between my thighs. “You’re very wet Charlotte,” he says.


    Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    My hips are beginning to judder. Michael’s touch has always been magical, the skilled touch of a


    masseur. A single finger is stroking my clit, and my knees begin to give.


    Abruptly, his arm is around my waist, supporting me. “Too far, too fast, eh Charlotte.” he murmurs,


    Then my Master is close by. “Time for a change of pace, I think.” His hands rest on my shoulders,


    exerting a gentle downward pressure. “On your knees, Charlotte.”


    Blindfold as I am, to kneel is a little awkward, but hands support me from either side, bncing me as I


    descend. With excitement, and nerves, I am bing very hot, my skin flushing. Biting my lip, I


    await…. what?


    “Charlotte.” says my Master. “Pick a card out of the five I showed you.”


    “Knave of Hearts, Master.”


    “Who has the Knave of Hearts?”


    “I do.” says a voice. and there is a rustling noise. For a moment, I cannot identify it, but then hear the


    rasp of a zipper, the soft whoosh of clothes falling to the floor, followed by other assorted ‘getting


    undressed’ noises.


    “So, little Lady. Where do you want me? Mouth or pussy?”


    My Master’s voice interrupts. “It is not Charlotte’s choice. You decide what happens now.”


    “Well, in that case, open your mouth, Charlotte.”