Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Chapter 30: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Thirty

… My Master slips hands into the neckline of the dress, slipping the tiny buttons apart until the halter falls away.

He continues. “And yet, despite your now having no obligation to do so, you return to me, time and again....”

He glides the zip of the dress slowly down at the back until it opens, then falls to my feet, leaving me naked. I see him standing behind me, tall and dark, his face half-shadowed by in candlelight. His hand circles my waist again, pulling me in close to him.

“…. You keep returning to me Charlotte, and we make love, and we fuck. You accept every challenge I set you…….”

He stands so close behind me, the bulge of his erection pressing against my back through his clothing.

“……. You kneel at my feet, and you call me ‘Master’.” He kisses the side of my face again. “How do you think that makes me feel?”

“Master?”

From beyond the room, there is the click of a lock, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing again. Footsteps, then “James? Charlotte?”

“In here, Michael.” calls my Master.

In the mirror, I stand, my Master behind me, his gaze locked to mine in the glimmering reflections, embracing me at the waist with one hand, palm flat against my stomach, holding me close to him, so close. The other hand grazes the contours of my face and neck, cups a breast, then glides south to the vee of my loins.

I see myself, naked, my chest rising and falling, as my Master’s touch works its magic, my arousal blooming, desire pooling in my belly, my pussy warming and moistening.

what he is doing to

the room, and I see his eyes, in the mirror,

working through my dampening curls, scissoring between my lips to my clit. His eyes still on Michael, I see something pass between them, then Michael strips off his

judder, my heart to race, I am seized from behind. Both hands clasped around my waist, my Master lifts, then pulls me backwards towards the bed. He

sheath, he works me with the very tip of

thighs, parting them further, delving in more deeply. My Master responds by reaching forward, hooking his hands behind my knees to lift my legs up and back, exposing me fully to Michael’s searching tongue. My Golden Angel plunges his tongue deep into my pussy, probing and swirling, as

Master’s chest, his words are whispered close to my ear. “Angry? How

again. Abruptly, the two men both stand up; my Master heaving me upright

catches me, and then immediately pushes me back down again, flat on my back on the mattress. As I lie there, my breath slightly knocked away, Michael shucks off his pants and clambers atop me, straddling my chest. My Master also

lips part to

my mouth. I don’t try to suck, instead framing my lips over my teeth to catch the ridge of his cock-head as he gently thrusts, back and forth, streaming

pussy lips, is sending my hips into paroxysms. Jerking spasmodically, I shudder and squirm as he licks out my entrance, lapping upwards through my folds, around

me quickly crazy. Out of control, I howl my rapture. Michael, seeing what is happening, withdraws from my mouth, unstraddles me and moves instead to kneel behind me. Seizing me by the wrists, pulling my arms back over my head, he pins me top-wise, as bottom-wise, I am pinned by my Master. Spiralling up the path of climax,

as my pulsing pussy gushes, my hips judder and buck. I writhe, held at the wrists by Michael, at the hips my

mouth on my palpitating core becomes excruciating. “Enough!” I scream. “Enough

watching as I continue to

again, plunging his hard cock deep into my soaked pussy. Lying flat atop me, arms wrapped around in a loose embrace, he thrusts hard, hard

a tug, he turns, flipping over, taking me with him, so that now I lie above him, his cock still pressed

from behind, Michael seizes my hips, lifting me a little onto my knees. My Master continues to fuck me from below, but from

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