Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 42

A surge of tension; a suspenseful moment, as my pussy tightens and flexes; then, undulating waves of pressure and pleasure and heat, that pulse through cunt and belly and thighs, in a rush that spirals upwards and outwards, leaving me bucking and writhing under my Master’s body, trying to cry out. Michael pulls away from me, giving me the freedom to bawl out my orgasm.

The pulsing of my pussy, I think, sends my Master into climax. He growls, pressing in hard against me, shuddering as he cums.

As I relax, Michael ploughs back into my mouth with an urgency that tells me….

…and he grunts and spurts, his thick cream briny and hot, as it spills over my tongue and teeth. I suck gently, extending the moment for him as long as I can, before, with a gasp, he pulls himself out of me.

“Enough, Charlotte! A body can only stand so much.” But his voice is gentle, and still, he strokes my face, lacing his fingers into my hair.

Still with my Master deep inside me, I say, “Thank you. That was wonderful.”

“And so it should be, Charlotte.” My Master’s silken voice is warm. “It is not every woman who is simultaneously fucked by the two men who love her most in the world.”

What do I say?

So, I say nothing, simply reaching with one hand to stroke Michael’s thigh. And with the other, reach back to touch my Master.

The moment is a long one….

….until…. “Master, um, Michael’s right. A body can only stand so much. Could you please take out that vibrator…”

Both men laugh, and my Master, withdrawing, slaps my butt again as he stands.

“Now,” he says. “We’re on vacation. Time to eat I think. Where shall we go to celebrate?”

*****

The following morning, I wake, blinking open, to find my Master watching me, soft-eyed, head propped on a hand on the pillow beside me. He says nothing, but winds a lock of my hair around a finger then traces the outline of my lips with the finger.

He kisses me, very softly, his lips barely touching mine, and I glow inside.

The silence is broken by a groan; Michael’s voice.

“Ah fuck! What are you doing to me Charlotte? I’ve woken up again with a fucking hard-on. The fucking thing’s levering me off the fucking bed.”

I crease up with laughter, then lie back, spreading my legs. “Climb on board Michael. Get it out of your system.”

*****

“I thought,” says my Master, “that since this is to be our last night in the city for a while, we might go to the club. How do you feel about that Charlotte?”

The last time my Master suggested this, at first, I went into a blue funk at the mere idea. I’ll not be doing that again.

“Sounds good to me, Master.”

“Michael?”

My blond-haired lover just grins in reply.

My Master claps his hands, rubbing them together. “Good. We’re agreed. Charlotte, is there, um, anything particular, you would like to do there?”

“Well, it’s just going to be the three of us for a few weeks, isn’t it? We can relax and enjoy being with each other. I think for this evening, I’d like something…. intense…”

My Master raises an eyebrow. “That’s an… interesting… choice of word; ‘intense’?”

“Yes Master, intense.”

He and Michael lock eyes for a moment. Michael spreads his hands in a kind of ‘Well what can you do?’ gesture.

“Very well Charlotte. Intense it is.”

*****

We step into the hub-bub of the club, the three of us, Michael and my Master flanking me, either side. I am wearing the gorgeous dress they bought me for the last time we visited, and I luxuriate in the feminine sway and sparkle of the beautiful fabric. It shimmers like black diamonds in the evening lighting. Haltered at the neck, gathered below my breasts, it is held in place by a mere two buttons at the back of the halter.

Faces turn as we enter, calling ‘Hellos’ to my Master and Michael, and this time to me. I am recognised now. Groups invite us to join them. We make small talk, exchange pleasantries and move on.

Michael becomes somehow separated, drawn for conversation into another knot of people. He draws the eye, does my Golden Lover, and I see women, and some men, eyeing him speculatively.

My Master speaks quietly by my ear. “He has never had any problems getting partners Charlotte. But he wants you.”

Then he steers me to the bar, ordering me a large drink. “Um, I’m not sure I want another drink, Master. I’ve already had quite a lot.”

He glances sideways at me. “You asked for ‘intense’. You’re going to get it. I suggest you have the extra drink.”