Buying the Virgin

Michael’s thick shaft is growing ever more distended as I work it with my mouth and tongue. My jaws wide and beginning to ache, a steady trickle of pre-cum lines my mouth with its delectable briny-sweet taste.

The heat of breath disappears from my pussy. In the mirror, I see Michael’s head raised as he gasps and pants, quivering on the edge of climax. My Master watches him, working his own erection ever harder.

My lips sealed around his shaft, I feel Michael’s climax arising. The tension builds and the pulsing at the root of his cock spreads to taut thigh muscles. His balls tighten and crinkle, writhing in their own way, as I watch, fascinated.

With a groan he cums, and my mouth fills with hot cream, spurting to the rhythm of his pulsating root and flooding me. I try to take it, swallowing hard and this time, I accommodate him. As his cock presses into my gag spot, abruptly my throat relaxes, and he gushes directly and deeply in, loins grinding against my face and shoulders, trembling and bucking as orgasm takes him.

With a last gasp, he slides free of me. As he does so, my Master steps forward, pulling me forward to sit upright, helping me to breathe as I splutter and gasp.

“You okay, Charlotte?” he asks.

I do not quite have my breath back but, “Yes, I’m fine. Didn’t think I could do that. It’s okay. I just had to, not breathe, for a few seconds.”

Michael has recovered himself and looks sheepish. “Thank you, Charlotte. I’m sorry. I truly didn’t mean to go so deep in.”

“It’s fine really. And you’re welcome.”

“Get your breath back.” My Master sits next to me, stroking my back, his own cock trembling, the fluid droplet at the end, quivering to a pulse beat. My wind recovered, I lean to drink in the milky bead, mixing it in my mouth with the taste of Michael. Sliding my tongue over the silken skin of the cock-head, I savour the taste of my Master.

For a few moments, he allows it, then pushing me down again onto my back, he straddles me, on all fours, cock over my face, poised.

this time kneeling on the floor,

them, each fucking me in different ways; the three of us together, with a thousand candlelit reflections. Although my Master is waiting for me to serve him,

my mouth reminds me of my duties, and I turn back

over my face, fragrant and erotic. Greedily licking at the remainder, I open my mouth wide, ready

tight for me,” says my Master. “You don’t have to do anything. Just take me in as far as

made difficult by Michael’s working of my bud and pussy. Finger fucking my cunt, and the other hand holding back the hood of my clit, his tongue is revolving the hard nub, encircling it with a growing tension, a tidal heat that flows in waves outwards through my sex, along my belly and thighs. Involuntarily, my hips move with the pulsating rhythm. Knees

between my poised lips, sliding in, little by little, not too deeply at first. Then out

with lubrication. It is difficult to moisten his way with my mouth so full, and my tongue pinned to

grinding at my G-spot is bringing me rapidly to climax. I need to pant, to gasp. Groaning and quivering, I try to keep up my performance on my Master, but concentration is growing more difficult.

my mouth deeply, leaving my throat free, and allowing me to breathe freely. Instead, he

bucking, Michael plants his tongue inside my throbbing cunt, drinking my gushing pussy. On and on it goes. My body must know that our time together is almost gone because my orgasm stretches and lasts seemingly

lips and tongue, and as my mouth fills my pussy leaps again. I convulse,

hands flail, snatching at whatever is in reach: my Master’s thighs. My pelvis bucks and jerks and I find myself whooping and laughing. It is so good, I don’t

joins Michael, now sitting by

my Lady?” he asks. Michael is not generally talkative, so

back, limp, exhausted but grinning like an

wear us both out Charlotte. Perhaps we should

Salad. Delicious little baby vegetables, steam-cooked and just crisp. Strawberries and

say goodbye, Charlotte? Tomorrow’s your last day