Buying the Virgin

Chapter 30: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Thirty

… My Master slips hands into the neckline of the dress, slipping the tiny buttons apart until the halter falls away.

He continues. “And yet, despite your now having no obligation to do so, you return to me, time and again....”

He glides the zip of the dress slowly down at the back until it opens, then falls to my feet, leaving me naked. I see him standing behind me, tall and dark, his face half-shadowed by in candlelight. His hand circles my waist again, pulling me in close to him.

“…. You keep returning to me Charlotte, and we make love, and we fuck. You accept every challenge I set you…….”

He stands so close behind me, the bulge of his erection pressing against my back through his clothing.

“……. You kneel at my feet, and you call me ‘Master’.” He kisses the side of my face again. “How do you think that makes me feel?”

“Master?”

From beyond the room, there is the click of a lock, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing again. Footsteps, then “James? Charlotte?”

“In here, Michael.” calls my Master.

In the mirror, I stand, my Master behind me, his gaze locked to mine in the glimmering reflections, embracing me at the waist with one hand, palm flat against my stomach, holding me close to him, so close. The other hand grazes the contours of my face and neck, cups a breast, then glides south to the vee of my loins.

I see myself, naked, my chest rising and falling, as my Master’s touch works its magic, my arousal blooming, desire pooling in my belly, my pussy warming and moistening.

watches me, knowing what he is

now, Michael is here, my Bright Star. He steps into the room, and

through my dampening curls, scissoring between my lips

then pulls me backwards towards the bed. He sits, propped on the edge of the bed, cradling me from behind, as Michael drops to his

it swells and sensitises. Slipping it from its fleshy sheath, he works me with the very tip of his tongue. I moan and pant and quiver, as he winds magic circles around my clit. My core heating, my pussy begins

lift my legs up and back,

are whispered close

men both stand up; my Master heaving me upright with him, and then, as he steps away to one side,

As I lie there, my breath slightly

pillow, pushing it under my head for support. As my lips part to take the thick shaft, my Master is between my legs, lifting

don’t try to suck, instead framing my lips over my teeth to catch the ridge of his cock-head as he gently thrusts,

squirm as he licks out my entrance, lapping upwards through my folds,

steady rhythm that is sending me quickly crazy. Out of control, I howl my rapture. Michael, seeing what is happening, withdraws from my mouth, unstraddles me and moves instead to kneel behind me. Seizing me by the wrists, pulling my arms back over my head, he pins me top-wise, as bottom-wise, I am pinned by my Master. Spiralling up the path of

my hips judder and buck. I writhe, held at the wrists by Michael, at the hips my Master. Electric waves ripple through me as my Master continues to mouth and suck at my

my palpitating core becomes

me, watching as I continue to

climax abating, he drives forward again, plunging his hard cock deep into my soaked pussy. Lying flat atop me, arms wrapped around in a loose embrace, he thrusts hard, hard enough to hurt

so that now I lie above him, his cock still pressed

hips, lifting me a little onto my knees. My Master continues to fuck me from below, but from above, there is the

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