Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Michael says nothing but sits on the bed beside me, stroking one manacled hand. He holds my eyes, wincing when I cry out with each blow; locking eyes with me as I am forced along the path of climax, then turned back.

Finally, he says quietly,

“Charlotte. I wasn’t here, so I don’t know what happened, but could it be that you perhaps owe your Master an apology for something?”

*Penny Drops*

Oh God. Of course, I do…….

“Oh, Master. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to annoy you. I just thought we… we could have some fun…. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Instantly, my Master drops to his knees behind me, and plunges his tongue deep, deep into my pussy. He swirls, hot and moist through my inner ring of muscle. Electric waves ripple through me and my desperate cunt spasms into orgasm.

I partly want to scream, partly feel unable to do more than gasp. What emerges is a kind of drawn-out wail, as my pussy convulses and gushes. Jerking and twitching, I spurt hot juices and my Master licks and sucks and laps me clean.

My orgasm seems to last forever, washing over me in repeated tides that do not die away. Jerking spasmodically, I simply ride this earthquake of the flesh, utterly out of control.

My wrists are unclipped and Michael lifts me bodily, dropping me on my back onto the bed and almost ripping off his jeans. Plunging deep into me, he fucks me hard, penetrating deeply with his thick hard cock, spearing me repeatedly as my clutching cunt grabs and snatches at him; until my internal tension eases and my body relaxes.

I lie, staring at the ceiling, my breathing gradually easing, utterly spent. Limp bodied, I look to my Master, who now stands at the bottom of the bed, wiping his mouth, looking concerned.

His eyes have regained a little of their softness. Abruptly, my own eyes well, and I burst into tears.

“I’m sorry Master. I really am.”

And he is there, sitting next to me, cradling me, rocking me in his arms. “Shhh… It’s over. Forget about it. We have learned something new about each other today. That is all.”

The two men pull warm covers over me then both leave the room. Vaguely, I hear raised voices outside….

“How far were you going to go….?”

But then I fall into an exhausted sleep.

*****

a robe and pad through to the lounge. My Master is there, still working at his desk, jabbing buttons on a calculator. Michael is sprawled out on the couch, still reading his book. He looks up at me as, a little hesitantly, I enter. Putting his book down, he stands and offers me his hand in an

“May I… come in?”

the top of his glasses. “Of course you may Charlotte. While

“Master. I’m sorry.”

to do it again. but thank you anyway. Come on

with him, but I kneel in front of my Master, slightly

“Master?”

“Yes, Charlotte?”

you still

“I was never angry with you Charlotte. But it was necessary

I am. May I… may I

looks at me over steepled fingers. “You can ask. I don’t

doing that

the ceiling. There is a long pause before, “Yes Charlotte. I did enjoy it. but it is not an aspect of my personality that I

his fingers, he pauses, then, “Now, let me ask you a question…… Did you enjoy what I did

how to express

the nature of our relationship, it is important that we are plain with each other. Nothing but

it. I wanted to cry…. but…. I think that… I would have enjoyed it, if

at him. “Does

makes perfect

hesitates, clearly choosing his words. “You are easy to love, Charlotte. It is always easy to love what is beautiful. You are any

be beautiful. That’s just good luck for me. And as for ‘loving to fuck’,

up, shaking with silent

“That is certainly true, but your physical beauty is not all that there is to you. From the first day we met, I admired your courage. To do what you did, auctioning yourself like that. I could only admire your sheer nerve in doing it, and for the very best of reasons; to invest in your own

from his eyes, waving a

says my Master, with a touch of irritation. “Shall

I can do for

today, Michael nearly pinned your brains to the bedposts to give you some relief, at a time when you really needed it. You came, but

turn to look at the golden, broadly smiling,

debts, Charlotte.”

I nod.

I rise, then once again drop to my knees, before my Lover. As I struggle a little with the buckle of his belt, then the buttons of his jeans, Michael, his eyes warm and soft, strokes my