Buying the Virgin

My Master thrusts, slowly, gently, and I move with him. My arms clasped around his back, I swing my legs up and around his waist, allowing him to penetrate me more deeply, taking him as far inside myself as I am able.

Face to face, we rock and move together, eyes locked until, his climax rising, he drops his head, breath shaky.

With a quiet gasp, he cums, pushing into me, hips pressed to mine.

After a silent moment, he looks up again. “Charlotte, I’m so sorry that I hurt you.”

I stroke his cheek. “You will always be my Master.”

He kisses my forehead. “You will always be my Virgin.”

“Master?”

“Mmm?”

“I want Michael.”

“I’m here,” says Michael’s voice, softly. He is sitting beside us on the bed.

“Michael? You were there?”

“Yes, I was waiting outside. I heard you, what you said, about starting again. I’d like that too.”

My Master rolls away from me, and I hold out my arms to Michael, my Golden Lover. He shrugs out of his shorts, the only thing he is wearing, and lies beside me, his eyes, meeting with my Master’s for a moment over my shoulder. His erection is growing by the moment.

Then his hand twining with mine, he kisses me. His kiss is not soft, but open-mouthed, passionate, pressing against me. Rolling atop me, settling between my thighs, he pulls me tightly to him, as though he will never let go, arms firm around me. Already hard, he plunges into me, boring into me with his thick cock. My pussy, warm and fluid, welcomes him, clenching as he drives into me, ramming hard against me inside. It doesn’t take long. After only a minute or he so, he shudders and groans, gripping me even more tightly as he spills into me.

When he looks up again, his eyes are welling. His voice tight, he says, “Thank you Charlotte. Thank you.”

*****

I wake. It is dark, the dead of night. Beside me, Michael and my Master lie sleeping.

There is something I must do.

Taking the chain from around my neck, I slide off the two rings, and, fumbling a little in the darkness, slip them back onto my finger.

*****

of my two Lovers. How to detach myself from them without arousing their suspicions? Indeed, how to get myself there? The only car here is my Master’s. I don’t quite want to ask if I

is provided

Master. “But I’ll be there and back in a day. Either of you want to come?

me,” says Michael, “I’m quite happy here. Everything’s running fine back at the

of new tee-shirts and stuff. And I’ll pick up some

He swallows it whole.

We’ll

Haswell Building for his

wrap up. Just check your phone

may not have too much

shop understands exactly what I want and promises to have it ready for me in a few days. Gulping a little at the hole I have just made in my bank account, I set off to find

out, my Master’s meeting is short. After only a

Come and pick me

Picnic in the

Perfect.

pick up my Master. He

“A good meeting?”

offer of a directorship, and the draft papers were waiting for me.” He pats his briefcase. “A few days to look them over, and make any amendments, and it’s all

it.” Then I can’t resist the urge to tease. “Umm… I do

“The last time…?”

believe it, he flushes red, looking anywhere

to a different present, this time

my hands full with the one I have. How

park,

is glorious. We sit under blue skies, watching sparkling

of

“Are you happy, Charlotte?”

It’s

“Mmm? What?”

wish Michael was here

kisses the top of my head. “We’ll head back soon; see how

*****