CHAPTER 33: The Virgin’s Valentines, Part 2

Without giving me a chance to react, my Master says in a low voice, "Since you have started without us Charlotte, show us yourself. Let everyone see you." He glances around, indicating the group of strangers. “I’ve tried to give you some entertaining choice this evening. Let them see what they have come for.”

My breath catches, and vibe still poised between my legs, I look up at my Master, and to Michael, for reassurance.

My Master, all but expressionless, stares down at me, a glint of challenge in his eyes.

Michael smiles, warm and reassuring. “Do you want to play, Charlotte?”

I trust my Master. We have played these games before. Always I know, he will take me to my limits, but not beyond. and I know that always, he watches me, ensuring that I am alright, that I am in control.

And Michael... Michael loves me.

I can play these games and yet be safe.

Placing the vibe to one side, I lie back in the bed, stretching, cat-like, displaying myself. They want a show?

I’ll give them a show.

Raising my hips, I spread my legs open, my thighs extended wide, running my fingers over the satiny fabric of my crotch, the full length of my sex.

The gossamer white silk is damp, and I am sure there must be a growing stain to be seen by any paying attention, which is all of them.  A few foxy hairs escape the whiteness, red against my white skin.

Pulling the fabric to one side, giving them a better view, I trail lazy fingers through my red curls and allow them to wander down over my clit, to my pussy.

My fingers are wet, and I know that, in this glimmering candlelight, my pussy is glistening as I trail its contours. It feels tight and ready, quivering in anticipation.

Two of the three strangers, the American and the Scandinavian, are beginning to bulge at the front of their pants, and are sweating. So, I note, is my Master. The third stranger offers me a bright, white smile, and a nod of encouragement.

I cannot restrain a chuckle of delight. I am, supposedly, their toy. I imagine that’s what they think anyway.

And yet, there is a strange sense of power in knowing that all these men want to fuck me. Despite appearances, I have the control. I have come a long way since my Master first bought my virginity, and put me in his saddle.

The five seem mesmerised by my performance.

I flip over onto all fours, displaying my satin clothed derriere. The cami pulls tight in this position, riding high, stretching in between my cheeks and displaying me. I know it looks good, and in the mirrors, I see them staring at me.

I watch my reflection, draped in a curtain of long red hair, spine arched, my ass high in the air. Reaching under, sliding a hand between my legs, again I glide fingers over the satin, now aware that it is not just damp, but soaking, from my juices. And I see them responding, rubbing their cocks through their trousers.

“Enough, Charlotte,” purrs my Master. His voice, deeply mellow, has a rough edge to it. “You’ll finish us all off before we’ve started.”

“Hey, can I?” says one of them, my ebony stranger.

My Master’s lean-faced features swing his way. “Can you what?”

“I’ve just gotta taste that.” He points at the spreading damp patch in the crotch of my cami.

My Master smiles. “Why not? I think Charlotte deserves some reward for the little show she just gave us. but…” He extends a long finger to the man. “You may only taste. Yet. And perhaps feel a little.”

The stranger is handsome. My Master always chooses well for me and offers me variety. Hey, if you’re going to fuck for fucking’s sake, do it with someone you want to fuck with. He told me that almost the first day we met.

The stranger’s dark skin matches deep chocolate, depthless eyes. His teeth are very white and he flashes me another beautiful smile. “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 displayed butt cheeks.

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

“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 the large 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 planted 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, lapping 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.”