Buying the Virgin

Michael’s smile broadens. “Not yet. I want to take my time with you.” And he drops to all fours, his mouth poised over my clit.

He does not move immediately, simply holding his position, so that the heat of his breath laves my engorged folds. My hips starting to judder, he kisses me lightly, so lightly, on my nub, sending ripples through the muscles of my belly and thighs. My quiet moans give way to breathy panting, and my spine arches upwards to meet him.

Using a finger to release my clit from its sheath, his lips wrap around the stiff bud and the tip of his tongue begins to circle. As it makes gradual circuits around the twitching nub, winding it around in idle coils, my hot pussy flows in earnest. He takes a moment to lap up my juices, before returning to his work of winding my clit through slow spirals, but my molten cunt still streams hot juices over my thighs.

As my climax arises, spinning outwardly from Michael’s circling of my clit, my pussy trembles and clenches. Looking down the length of my body, to watch him as he works, through the flushed and gleaming valley between my breasts, I see his golden locks and the occasional flash of his blue eyes, as he glances upwards to my face.

My body beginning to judder out of control, my orgasm poised to spill, he drops further in, to drive into my pulsing cunt with his tongue. Probing deeper, he swirls his spirals within me, making whorls that wipe by my inner muscles…. and my orgasm bursts free.

Cunt clenching, belly pulsing, I howl out my rapture as Michael continues his coils and twirls inside my throbbing pussy.

It is ecstatic.

It is rhapsodic.

It is…. too much…

“Oh God, that’s enough! Stop Michael. Please stop.”

He withdraws and clambers up to lie alongside me again, his hard erection throbbing against my thigh once more. Stroking my belly, as I descend from the heights, he kisses a breast, then the other, joy in his eyes.

“Good?” he asks.

“God yes, it was, very good. But what about you?”

“Later,” he says. “It’s not so easy for me to…re-charge, as for you.”

“Later?”

That grin returns, like a little boy in a sweet shop. “I seriously doubt whether James plans to leave you with your clothes on all night. But I wanted you to myself for a while”

“D’you think he’s going to mind? That we just….”

“Mind? Why would he mind? The two of us have always shared you.”

But through the afterglow of orgasm, a knot of worry settles in my stomach. Have I done something I shouldn’t have? Will my Master be angry with me?

*****

later. I have never seen him in formal business suit before. He looks astonishing, his long, lean frame carrying the expensively tailored suit, gleaming

“Master, you look amazing.”

so do

was, but he said he had some errands to

the jacket, and undoes the top button of his shirt.

two of you had a good day while I was out

?

Oh, God.

My heart sinks.

you

I’m sure you have bathed or showered since, but I

my bottom lip, “Are you angry

eyebrows arch. “Angry? Why

we…. well we….

“Charlotte. Michael is your lover. Of course, the two of you should enjoy each other, take pleasure in each other, whenever you feel

Charlotte? A light lunch I think, then I have work to do this afternoon. And I think you also need to do work towards

*****

hard, but I have been staring at

up against Michael, who is lying on the couch behind me, is nice, but the book

book he is reading; something light, with a skimpily clad woman, and a revolver on

you can explain to me how finite element analysis is supposed to work in practice.” I bang the book down on the floor in frustration, raising my hands to Heaven. “It looks great on a diagram, with one or two points of reference, but how on

looks blank. “Sorry I asked. Well beyond

theory, that is completely useless in practice unless you have a computer to do the donkey work.” My Master looks at me across his desk in the corner of the room, and

“Master? You’re a physicist?”

there is a large

“I didn’t know that.”

lips in that not-quite-smile of his. “You never asked.”

what do you

the company that owns this hotel in fact. Which is why we always have access to this beautiful apartment. My accommodation, when I’m working in town here, is written into the contract. In fact, finite element analysis is a

Master

*****

stretch and yawn, rubbing my

“Tired?” asks Michael.

bit stiff too. I need