Buying the Virgin

Chapter 101: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Seventeen

MICHAEL

Immediately, I withdraw from her, but now it’s my turn. My cock slick with her juices, I ease into her ass, watching her face from behind as I do so. James is watching too; her expression. I love taking her up the back, so does he; but always we are careful when we do so.

But she seems comfortable, her breathing short and rapid, eyes a little glazed, but okay.

“Charlotte, am I hurting you?”

She shakes her head, still with that same dreamy expression, and now, after a couple of short, slow test thrusts, I sheath myself inside her.

Her orgasm hasn’t fully died away. She still pulses inside, and her hips are a-quiver.…

Another one, Baby?

With easy slow thrusts, I fuck her ass, but reaching around again to her clitoris, I start to work her again. She’s moaning softly. James, seeing what’s happening, reaches in, tweaking at her nipples, rolling and pulling. And with each movement, she trembles and shivers.

And now, she comes again, this time rising back onto her hands, face upraised as she howls her climax.

And that’s enough for me. Irresistibly, I cum, and balls tight, I shoot into her, slamming in my load as I bend close over her, holding her tightly at the hip and waist.

She may want me to be her ‘Golden Lover’, and for her, I will be, but still, I want to fuck my Charlotte.

*****

CHARLOTTE

It is very good of Beth to invite me out, and Richard encourages her to be my friend, but I find shopping with her a bit surreal. It’s great fun, but the shops she uses have sky-high prices and, although my Master always encourages me to buy something, still I don’t like taking money from him or Michael. It doesn’t feel right.

I buy myself a pair of pretty but cheap ear-rings, paying from my own account, and keeping my Master’s credit card firmly in my purse.

And now it is time for afternoon tea….

*****

sit, surrounded by twittering airheads; a dozen women, all newly introduced to me, and already, I have forgotten most

of conversation involve how much their husbands are earning, hairstyles, fashion, who might be

of them

have any life outside a procession of parties, entertainment and shopping. All live in the reflected glow of their husband’s

do they do

of these women. As I listen, it is clear that his Centre is a popular destination. They talk of gyms and make-overs, pamper days and

guy…. you know the one…. with the beautiful

Mmmm.…

to look at, or at

from around us are looking at her in particular. Although she is, like the others, perfectly turned out and spotlessly groomed, there is, in her eyes, a spark. She, like me, came from humble beginnings, and I know that she also had, in her own way, a fight to get to

it now,

Barbie-like, conveyor-belt-produced beauty sitting next to her, whose current conversation centres around

may wear my roughened hands

Wives making her excuses and leaving.

something a bit stronger than tea?” she

sniff. “A glass of wine would be

chilled rosé, with some nibbles to stop the alcohol sitting

new to this. Dearly as I love

to avoid being rude about

it became clear

I’m startled. “What? Why?”

and he’s Richard’s co-director now, his partner. You’re going to have to

thought of

your best bib and tucker when they have dinners and what-have-you, paste on your ‘polite’ face, and live your

empty, and it occurs to me that I really do have a kindred spirit in Beth. She very much understands where

to go back to university next term; that it’s too dangerous until they track down the gang members they are looking for….” I am almost in despair. “After

you agreed to

“Um, no, not exactly….”

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