Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

I kneel in front of him. I know how that relaxes my Master. Looking down, he smiles, knowing what I am thinking.

“I’d love to oblige Charlotte, but I don’t think I’d be much use to you right now. I really am all in.”

“Would you like me to….” I lay a hand on his thigh, but let my voice trail away. I do not want to be pushy. I learned my lesson on that on a previous occasion. My Master is a good and wonderful man, but he expects to be obeyed.

His head tilts, eyelids lowering. “That would be lovely, Charlotte. Thank you.”

I ease in a little, nudging my Master’s legs apart to get closer. He watches me, with that odd, non-smiling smile of his. It shows nowhere but in the crinkling at the corners of his eyes, but I can see it.

I kiss him, through the fabric of his trousers. Undoing his belt, I unzip, pulling open just enough, to free his lovely cock, quiescent yet.

Kneeling back again, to give my Master a good view, I unbutton my blouse, slowly, so that he can watch as it falls open. Then I unclip my bra, allowing my heavy breasts to swing free.

Now the smile reaches his lips. His eyes soft, he sips wine as he watches me, his cock beginning to twitch.

Standing briefly, I slip down skirt and panties, pose for a moment to let him see me naked, then, breaking off to turn down the lights, kneel again.

Almost the first thing my Master ever said to me was that he had a fantasy of a beautiful girl kneeling naked for him. I try to fulfil that for him whenever I can. And after weeks of hard work and exams, I am ready to play.

His cock is starting to stiffen. Seeing me glance down as it quivers into life, he winks at me. I slide a finger over its length, feeling the satiny skin, warm to my touch. I love the familiar thrill of arousing my Master.

It visibly hardens under my stroking, and I lean forward to kiss it. My Master sighs, his eyes closing, head tipping back, lips parted, teeth lightly gritted.

A scrape of keys, and a click of a lock: the door opens, and Michael enters.

my Master, without opening his eyes. “Excellent timing. Do come and join

he kisses the top of my head “Hello Charlotte. Lovely to

shoulders and back, and as I turn to kiss him, he leans in towards me, open-mouthed, his kiss deep. Hand around the back of my head, fingers curled into my hair, he holds me, extending the

Charlotte.” I part

rub and caress my Master’s swelling shaft, mouthing and loving it with my lips, Michael presses up behind me, one arm curled around my waist, the other reaching through my dampening curls, to

cock reacting in turn to my own arousal. My pussy warms as the briny taste

Charlotte. That’s really

I lean in, inhaling his musk, to cup and kiss his balls. They crinkle and tighten under my

to concentrate. Michael, behind me, between my spread thighs, is still working my clit with one hand. With the other, he plunges fingers into my now hot and liquid core. Still fully dressed, he is working entirely to pleasure me. A frisson spikes through me as he pinches and rolls at my nub, sending electric tingles running from my sweet

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doesn’t change his pace. “You will have me inside you,” he says quietly. “But

my body is poised, more than ready for them both, and my heart is racing. Sheened with perspiration, my naked skin is flushing, and the heat of arousal blushes over my face

us is going to come first, as the growing tension of

he tensions my body, his other hand madly working my clit. I have just time to register my Master opening his eyes before orgasm shatters through

my climax subsides, Michael says, close by my ear, “Open your mouth, Charlotte.” And

I cough and Michael releases me, allowing me control again. Regaining myself, I lap, and suck, and swallow,

hair, pinning me by the mouth to his cock, as he pumps into me. Finally, with a grunt, he pulls me free again, and, a shudder of pleasure running through him, says “Thank you Charlotte. I was

Golden Lover behind me. “What

like you on the bed, Charlotte. In the mirrored room. Is

hand, helping me

as Michael strips off, my knees slightly akimbo in invitation. Holding me by the eyes as he undresses, he is visibly ready for me, his erection quivering upright, a droplet gleaming at the tip. He has been holding himself back whilst he pleasured me. With his beautiful blond hair and