Buying the Virgin

A surge of tension; a suspenseful moment, as my pussy tightens and flexes; then, undulating waves of pressure and pleasure and heat, that pulse through cunt and belly and thighs, in a rush that spirals upwards and outwards, leaving me bucking and writhing under my Master’s body, trying to cry out. Michael pulls away from me, giving me the freedom to bawl out my orgasm.

The pulsing of my pussy, I think, sends my Master into climax. He growls, pressing in hard against me, shuddering as he cums.

As I relax, Michael ploughs back into my mouth with an urgency that tells me….

…and he grunts and spurts, his thick cream briny and hot, as it spills over my tongue and teeth. I suck gently, extending the moment for him as long as I can, before, with a gasp, he pulls himself out of me.

“Enough, Charlotte! A body can only stand so much.” But his voice is gentle, and still, he strokes my face, lacing his fingers into my hair.

Still with my Master deep inside me, I say, “Thank you. That was wonderful.”

“And so it should be, Charlotte.” My Master’s silken voice is warm. “It is not every woman who is simultaneously fucked by the two men who love her most in the world.”

What do I say?

So, I say nothing, simply reaching with one hand to stroke Michael’s thigh. And with the other, reach back to touch my Master.

The moment is a long one….

….until…. “Master, um, Michael’s right. A body can only stand so much. Could you please take out that vibrator…”

Both men laugh, and my Master, withdrawing, slaps my butt again as he stands.

“Now,” he says. “We’re on vacation. Time to eat I think. Where shall we go to celebrate?”

*****

The following morning, I wake, blinking open, to find my Master watching me, soft-eyed, head propped on a hand on the pillow beside me. He says nothing, but winds a lock of my hair around a finger then traces the outline of my lips with the finger.

He kisses me, very softly, his lips barely touching mine, and I glow inside.

The silence is broken by a groan; Michael’s voice.

“Ah fuck! What are you doing to me Charlotte? I’ve woken up again with a fucking hard-on. The fucking thing’s levering me off the fucking bed.”

I crease up with laughter, then lie back, spreading my legs. “Climb on board Michael. Get it out of your system.”

*****

Master, “that since this is to be our last night in the city

a blue funk

to

“Michael?”

just grins

Master claps his hands, rubbing them together. “Good. We’re agreed. Charlotte, is there, um, anything particular, you would like

it? We can relax and enjoy

Master raises an eyebrow. “That’s an…

“Yes Master, intense.”

and Michael lock eyes for a moment. Michael spreads his hands in a kind

Charlotte. Intense

*****

the feminine sway and sparkle of the beautiful fabric. It shimmers like black diamonds in the

to me. I am recognised now. Groups invite us to join them. We make small talk, exchange pleasantries and move on.

separated, drawn for conversation into another knot of people. He draws the eye, does my Golden Lover, and I see women, and some

by my ear. “He has never had any problems getting partners Charlotte. But he wants

steers me to the bar, ordering me a large drink. “Um, I’m not sure I want another drink, Master. I’ve already

You’re going to get it. I suggest you have the

down a heady

careful what you wish

would like to be rescued. Marcie is trying

disliked immediately, is pressing up close to him. Backing away from her, he is

“He doesn’t like her?”

I do. Go on, give

Marcie? Because Michael doesn’t? Or, I try to analyse my feelings, is it because another woman is making a move on

Michael is mine…

his face as he sees me approach, giving him an excuse to look in another direction and to slide out from his trap between the bar and this

briefly sour as she sees me, but then a saccharine smile washes over her features. Marcie should be pretty, but her unsubtle deviousness robs her

were all so concerned when you

It was my first time here, and I just got over-excited.”

Marking my territory?

A stranger joins us.

with Marcie. “So, you’re the famous Charlotte. I’ve been dying to meet you. Anyone who can keep

is obvious, but