Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

CHARLOTTE

My Master smiles, and leaning forward, draws his tongue between my lips, full length, from cunt to clit.

Convulsing, I howl. He circles my clit, winding it into spirals as my pussy clenches and clutches, desperate to be filled. Then, dropping down, he plunges deep, his tongue dancing inside me as I wail and moan, spine and thighs straining as I arch up from his shoulders.

Grinning, Michael straddles me, nudging his cock to my mouth. “That’s more like it. Now, let’s hear you make that noise again.” And as his shaft pushes towards my lips, my Master swipes out inside me, sending my inner muscles into spasms. I fling my head back, my mouth opening wide as I yell.

“That’s just what I had in mind,” says Michael, pushing his seeping cock-head between my lips. “Now, look at me. I want to see that expression James was talking about.” Briny-sweet pre-cum trickles across my tongue, the musky perfume of his groin flooding my nostrils as my voice is abruptly cut off by the cock gagging me.

I want to buck and jerk as my Master tongue-fucks me. His mouth fastened around my pussy now, he laps and licks, cleaning me out as I flood scalding juices. The tension rising in me, in belly, cunt and thighs as, my orgasm coiled tight, it readies to spring loose.

Michael, using my mouth to pleasure himself, pushes his hard cock inside, almost to gag point, before withdrawing, he allows me to swallow, then pushes in again. My jaws stretched achingly wide, I can’t work him. Instead, wrapping lips over teeth, I simply accept him, pressuring the ridge of his cock-head as he works himself on me.

He locks eyes as he face-fucks me. “Not today,” he says, “But one day, I’m going to try deep-throating you, just to see how it works out. I’d really like to push my cock in all the way, hilt myself to your lips....”

Head tilting back, eyes squeezed shut, I bawl out my climax as my pussy goes into convulsions. My hips trying to buck as my Master pins me, he holds me tight as he rides my orgasm, my cunt shuddering into his mouth.

Michael stares down at me. “I love watching you come….” Then he breathes deeply, visibly containing himself. “I’d love to just spill myself inside you right now, but….” He groans…. “…. Oh, what the hell…” and hot cream floods my mouth, splashing to the back of my throat, before, pulling free, he spurts his last over my face. “I love watching you lick my cum off your lips too,” he says. “Go on. Lick yourself clean.”

His eyes are deep, intense, as I wipe my tongue over my mouth, sucking at my lips, revelling in the taste of him. Then as the moment passes, his face softens again. “I’ve missed this, you know; the sheer fun of being with you.”

My Master has withdrawn and is now repositioning himself, his thighs between mine, cock nuzzling at me. Michael casts backwards, smiling as he sees. “I think your Master wants to fuck you now.” I can’t see him, but I hear a rustle, and the rip of foil.

side and pouring himself another glass of wine. “I’ll enjoy watching you fuck together,” he says as, my Master, nudging inside, and then penetrating me, I swing my hips in and up, to wrap my legs around

from the day we met. He bought me at auction; he paid for me, and he took me, with my virginity, but did it so thoughtfully, and with such care, that I, without knowing at the time, became his from the first. I do not believe he knew then it either. But later, I understood that I had fallen in love with him, and he

and in time, I fell in love

our bodies meet. Stroke for stroke, I rock with him, my hips angling to take him deeply within me.

harder, pistoning me, his shaft slicking in and out of me, ploughing in, driving deep. His breathing is heavy, his forehead forming beads of moisture, chest glistening with sweat. Ramming hard,

and groaning, he pours himself into

normal, looking up again, he blinks as Michael thrusts a glass of wine at him. “Um, yes, thanks. Just

the ceiling, then his eyes slide across to mine, then

meets my eyes, then,

it.

sit together, we three, simply enjoying each other’s company again. This is how it is meant to be, with our shared warmth, love

*****

meal together in the lounge, Michael has an air about him of….

He’s nervous?

I’ve not been able to do that. And I didn’t want to get you clothes or jewellery or perfume, because I know

slides an envelope towards me. “For you.” There is…. an

Master looks intrigued. I glance up at him and he shrugs. Whatever Michael’s gift is, my Master is

two pieces of paper, both scanned copies of an original. Staring at them, for a few moments, I

Then the haze clears….

Frank Conners did join in lawful wedlock with Michelle Kimberley....

Jennifer Conners. Sex: Female. Name of Father: Frank Conners. Maiden Name of Mother: Michelle