Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

CHARLOTTE

My Master’s eyes follow every movement as Michael gently torments my crinkling nubs, plucking harder each time, drawing louder cries from me with each movement. I know what he’s doing of course. This show is for my Master, and I respond with moans and yelps that will please and arouse him.

His shaft, hard now. “Down on all fours,” says Michael from behind me.

Obediently, I drop, reaching with my mouth for my Master’s cock, but Michael, knotting fingers into my hair, jerks my head back. “Not yet.”

“Ass up.” He pulls me up at the hip, then brings his hand across my naked butt cheeks. It’s not a hard slap, though noisy, more a warning I think, of what’s coming, but my Master’s cock twitches in response as I yelp.

Michael slaps harder, really stinging this time. The sound of the slap is loud, and now I yell.

My Master’s pupils are wide and dark. With every Smack! across my rump, with every holler from me, his cock jumps and trembles. Pre-cum oozing, quiveringly stiff now, he is ready for me, but still, Michael does not release me. Again, he brings his hand hard across my ass, and I know that his fingerprints are glowing against my normally pale skin.

Then he plunges fingers inside me, thrusting hard. “Time to open you up.” he says, “At the back too I think.” A finger inserts into my rear passage, circling against the ring of muscle. I’m going to fuck you up the back, but you’re going to suck off your Master. And I want to see plenty in your mouth. And you’re going to ride him…. James, do you want to come in her pussy or her mouth?”

He’s panting, face flushed, chest glistening with sweat. “Oh, what a choice for a man…. Pussy I think. I still get a good view that way.”

“Sounds good to me…. Charlotte, you heard him. Onto your Master’s cock. Let’s see him up you.” He pulls me upright by the hair, then propels me forward on my knees, all but lifting me. “That’s right…. In it goes…. All the way…. Now, ride him.”

Speared by my Master, Michael with his hand twisted tightly into my hair, I raise and lower myself, sheathing and resheathing the lovely shaft inside me. For all his slow start, my Master is throbbingly hard now, filling my slick pussy as I revolve and gyrate my hips over his.

Michael’s spare hand returns to a nipple, pinching and nipping in time with my movements, and I wail in response. “That’s a good sound,” he says. “I like that sound. What about you James?”

“Oh, I like that sound too.”

“Thought so. Let’s hear more of it.” And his hand drops to my thighs, inserting inwards between my lips. He pauses, “This is going to hurt….” he says. “Just thought you’d like to know that.”

taken his words on board, when he pinches hard on my clit. Blissful pain ripples

screaming.” He thumbs back the fleshy sheath. “Let’s see if we can improve on that, shall we.” And he pinches again,

and it convulses into orgasm, pulsing and clenching around my Master’s shaft, deep inside

grunts and jerks, and, head flinging forward,

hips bucking and grinding, he pumps into me. I am howling in climax,

“Stop. Oh,

but his face snakes around my neck to kiss my

whispers. “Just what he

does indeed look very relaxed, now again leaning back against the

a slow sigh. “I don’t think I’d realised how much I needed that.

“My pleasure, Master.”

your hands and knees. You’ve taken care of your Master, but now your Lover would

I drop down on all fours, my Master leans forward, taking my face in his hands. For a bare

I’ve changed my mind,” comments Michael. “I’m gonna save your ass for another day. That pussy of yours is looking far too pink and inviting to be ignored.” And with that, nudging into my entrance, he

complete contrast to the wild ride of the last few minutes. “A change of pace, eh? Let’s finish

and rapturously, climax bubbles up again in me, my fluttering pussy quaking around him. Michael feels it coming I think, and as orgasm blooms through me for a second time, he releases his grip on my hips to slide massaging hands over my waist and shoulders, drawing his

through me, in lazy ripples that run through my core and belly and thighs, leaving me sighing and whimpering in pleasure. It is a sweet, ecstatic moment that, as the glow fades,

gently withdraws and sitting back on the bed, offers me my glass of

you can cope with that for a few months?” he says

I think so,

*****

MICHAEL

he’ll

healing. It’ll just