Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

MICHAEL

Charlotte’s breath hitches. She doesn’t speak, but her chest is heaving, and for a moment her face swings back towards me in question.

“Me? Oh, I’ll think I’ll get on top of you; push my cock inside and fuck you hard. Make you scream a bit.”

Wrapping fingers into her long, red locks, I hold her head, controlling her movement, steering her towards James. He smiles as he sees what I am doing, unzipping himself, pulling out his shaft, so that it stands, already hard, waiting for her. From my sideways position, I can see her expression: a little-girl-lost mixture of devotion, lust, and adoration of James.

Come on Babe. Let’s see you get really worked up….

“Your Master wants your mouth wrapped around his cock,” I say, loud enough for him to hear too. “Open up.”

Breath shuddering, she parts her lips, and I angle her face to take him as James pushes his cock-head at her lips.

“Lick,” I instruct. “Get your tongue around him. And then we both want to see you taking him well in.”

She mouths and licks at him, bringing up her hands to unbelt his pants. There’s a tang to the air. She’s wet already; the scent of her pussy pungent and sweet, and my own cock twitches in response.

Yeah… I’m gonna shaft you, then spill in there….

James eases in and out, between her lips, and my balls tighten. I love watching myself face-fuck her, and this is almost as good. He’s streaming pre-cum, which she laps at, swiping it from the slit, where it trails in glutinous strands. He pulls free of her to wipe it, with his cock, glistening, over her lips.

“Clean your lips,” I say. “Lick them clean. You mustn’t have dirty lips when you are sucking off your Master.”

She glances sideways at me, wiping her tongue over her mouth. “No, pay attention to what you are doing. Look up at James. He notices if you let your attention wander.”

gazes back up at him,

he stands back, arms akimbo, still staring down, his lips twitching in a

“Stand up. Your Master wants you naked.” Rising with her, she pants loudly, rapidly, as

blouse, but I

cup her tits, lifting and squeezing them, displaying her to James. He stoops to take one in his mouth and non-too-gently teethes at the nipples. She yelps, but another wave of scent tells me her pussy is flooding, and she is enjoying this

as I unzip her skirt, pulling it down, together with her panties. “Step,” I instruct. I toss the

even more so. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her rearwards onto the couch, to sit cradled

her. We can both scent her arousal; she’s sopping. Shoving his palm flat against her chest, pushing her back against me, he jams two fingers, hard, inside her. She moans and bucks, arms flailing, and I grab her by the wrists, pinning her. As James finger-fucks her, she

haunches. Sliding back and down with her in my arms, I whisper to her.

holding her under the legs, lifts and swings her back onto me, and I finish the movement, seizing her under the knees, bending her, all but doubled-back on herself, thighs pressing against her own chest, pussy spread and displayed to

fuck me. Please, one

know

She twitches and jumps as he circles her

a finger inside her, and she moans and jerks. Then stooping, carefully, and touching no other part of her, he thumbs back the sheath, and

free

length of her vulva, from cunt to clit, and back again. Using fingers to spread her open, he probes and licks at her. She’s flooding, and his face is wet with her juices as he delves into her with his tongue, wiping

“Please, get

says James, breaking away momentarily, and stooping,

body in spasm as James sucks her out, tonguing

her body poised against mine, bound in my embrace, straining against me.

body. Charlotte howls her climax, straining against my grip on her, almost battling against me. Her belly pulses against my hand and her