Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Shaking his head, My Master laughs. “No, I’m perfectly serious. We had one piece of work, a test-piece, writing the program for solving an equation by iteration. It meant breaking down the steps and individually punching the cards. It took me hours. Then my ‘friend’ decided to nudge my elbow and I dropped the lot. They scattered everywhere…. I had to do the whole thing again.”

“Couldn’t you just sort them back into order?”

He rolls his eyes to the heavens. “Imagine trying to sort out a pack of playing cards, but there’s no pictures, just holes in the cards giving you a code for what the picture is…”

I burst out laughing. “It puts my problems into perspective, doesn’t it?”

“Indeed, it does,” he says, smiling, then his face turns serious. “Listen, Charlotte. I came down here because there’s something I need to talk to you about…”

He sounds worried.

“Master?”

“I’ve been talking with Will Stanton. He’s concerned that with you giving evidence against the traffickers, but some of them still being at large, you may be…. at risk....”

“I know that. But I took it on board when I agreed to help…”

“Yes, but….” He is clearly uncomfortable about what he has to say. “……. they would like you to stay close by for the moment, so you can have protection.”

His meaning begins to penetrate. “Close by? You mean, here? They don’t want me to go back to the University?”

“That’s right.”

“But I can’t not go back. I’d miss lectures. I’d get behind on my work…. After everything I did to get there….”

“We’ll sort out some other arrangements,” he says. “I don’t want you away from here until this whole thing is sorted out, one way or another.”

“But Master, I got to go back.”

“No, Charlotte. You don’t. I don’t want you to go. And you’re not going, for now at least. And that’s the end of it. I expect you to obey me in this….”

look away,

“Was that a yes?”

my chin, making me

to return to the University until we have made arrangements for

I

I eye him.

“What’s

going to be sexually

right? I might just push this door closed and spread you on the

I see the slant to his eye. He knows that I’m trying to distract him, but he

Clicking the door locked behind him, he stands over me, then grabbing me by the wrists, pulls me upright and into

wall, pulling my arms above my head. I slam backwards, he, grabbing a fistful of my hair. My hands flat against the plaster, I accidentally bang the light switch, which blinks

in close to me, he presses my wrists tight against the wall.

anything, he lifts my books and notes

still stretching my arms over my head, he presses me down at the chest with the heel of his hand. “Are you

breath juddering. “I’ll stay,

gleam in his eye as he pushes my skirt upwards around my waist, displaying my panties, already staining dark with

“Now,” he says, looking down, dark-eyed at me, “Do I lick you out first, or just fuck you

to miss….” he continues. Then, kneeling at the end of the desk, between my legs, he swings my feet over onto his shoulders, pressing his face into my panties. I hear him breathing in, scenting me, his face nuzzling against me. His fingers slide behind the fabric, scissoring open my lips,

the tie to the desk legs. Then, quickly pulling my panties down, he stuffs them into my mouth. “Exciting as it might be, this is not the

resumes his position, kneeling

pulls open my lips and pussy, double-handedly, stretching me wide, the thumb of one hand pushing back the sheath of my clit. For a moment or so, he pauses, breathing warm over my exposed sex, then, very delicately, he traces the outline of my

to remain quiet; nonetheless, I moan

at my twitching bud, sending sweet pleasure stabbing through me. Continuously working me, he slips a finger into my pussy, which clutches at him in response, then a second finger, and a third.

at me, circling all the time with his tongue, and the fingers rub up inside me at my sweet spot. My spiral up to climax is rapid, and the juddering of my hips quickly turns to the pangs of orgasm, blooming out in a slow vibrating wave from my fluttering pussy. It flows in waves, over my thighs, my belly, to wash over my calves and ankles, breasts

He plants his mouth over my pussy, fucking me with his tongue, swiping around the inner muscles as I spasm

plunges in deep. Lying atop me, thrusting hard, he pulls the pants from my mouth, kissing me hard, open-mouthed, then claps his hand over my