Buying the Virgin

Chapter 137: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Fifty-Three

CHARLOTTE

My Master’s eyes follow every movement as Michael gently torments my crinkling nubs, plucking

harder each time, drawing louder cries from me with each movement. I know what he’s doing of

course. This show is for my Master, and I respond with moans and yelps that will please and arouse

him.

His shaft, hard now. “Down on all fours,” says Michael from behind me.

Obediently, I drop, reaching with my mouth for my Master’s cock, but Michael, knotting fingers into my

hair, jerks my head back. “Not yet.”

“Ass up.” He pulls me up at the hip, then brings his hand across my naked butt cheeks. It’s not a hard

slap, though noisy, more a warning I think, of what’s coming, but my Master’s cock twitches in response

as I yelp.

Michael slaps harder, really stinging this time. The sound of the slap is loud, and now I yell.

My Master’s pupils are wide and dark. With every Smack! across my rump, with every holler from me,

his cock jumps and trembles. Pre-cum oozing, quiveringly stiff now, he is ready for me, but still, Michael

does not release me. Again, he brings his hand hard across my ass, and I know that his fingerprints are

glowing against my normally pale skin.

Then he plunges fingers inside me, thrusting hard. “Time to open you up.” he says, “At the back too I

think.” A finger inserts into my rear passage, circling against the ring of muscle. I’m going to fuck you

up the back, but you’re going to suck off your Master. And I want to see plenty in your mouth. And

you’re going to ride him…. James, do you want to come in her pussy or her mouth?”

He’s panting, face flushed, chest glistening with sweat. “Oh, what a choice for a man…. Pussy I think. I

still get a good view that way.”

“Sounds good to me…. Charlotte, you heard him. Onto your Master’s cock. Let’s see him up you.” He

pulls me upright by the hair, then propels me forward on my knees, all but lifting me. “That’s right…. In

it goes…. All the way…. Now, ride him.”

Speared by my Master, Michael with his hand twisted tightly into my hair, I raise and lower myself,

sheathing and resheathing the lovely shaft inside me. For all his slow start, my Master is throbbingly

hard now, filling my slick pussy as I revolve and gyrate my hips over his.

Michael’s spare hand returns to a nipple, pinching and nipping in time with my movements, and I wail in

response. “That’s a good sound,” he says. “I like that sound. What about you James?”

“Oh, I like that sound too.”

“Thought so. Let’s hear more of it.” And his hand drops to my thighs, inserting inwards between my lips.

He pauses, “This is going to hurt….” he says. “Just thought you’d like to know that.”

Barely have I taken his words on board, when he pinches hard on my clit. Blissful pain ripples through

to my pussy, and I scream.

“That’s good….” mutters Michael. “That’s what we want to hear. You, screaming.” He thumbs back the

fleshy sheath. “Let’s see if we can improve on that, shall we.” And he pinches again, now on my hard

and exposed bud.

The pain ricochets to my cunt, and it convulses into orgasm, pulsing and clenching around my Master’s

shaft, deep inside me.

He grunts and jerks, and, head flinging forward, he comes too.

His hips bucking and grinding, he pumps into me. I am howling in climax, Michael continuing his

torment of my clit.

Finally, I can take no more. “Stop. Oh, God, stop Michael…. I can’t….” C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

He pulls away, relaxing his hold on me, but his face snakes around my neck to kiss my cheek.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Just what he needed.”

My Master does indeed look very relaxed, now again leaning back against the pillows, his expression,

mellow.

He lets out a slow sigh. “I don’t think I’d realised how much I needed that. Thank you. Both of you.”

“My pleasure, Master.”

Michael chuckles “We aim to please…. Now then Charlotte. Back on your hands and knees. You’ve

taken care of your Master, but now your Lover would like your attention.”

I shuffle back a little, but as I drop down on all fours, my Master leans forward, taking my face in his

hands. For a bare moment, he simply looks at me, then mouth open, he kisses me, before releasing

me to my Golden Lover.

“Think I’ve changed my mind,” comments Michael. “I’m gonna save your ass for another day. That

pussy of yours is looking far too pink and inviting to be ignored.” And with that, nudging into my

entrance, he slowly impales me.

His movements are smooth and gradual, in complete contrast to the wild ride of the last few minutes.

“A change of pace, eh? Let’s finish off nice and slowly.”

He holds me at the hip, pulling me to him to match his rhythm, and his easy penetration of my now

wide and slippery passage is sheer honey and cream. Sighing, I rock with him, and rapturously, climax

bubbles up again in me, my fluttering pussy quaking around him. Michael feels it coming I think, and as

orgasm blooms through me for a second time, he releases his grip on my hips to slide massaging

hands over my waist and shoulders, drawing his nails down along my spine. I luxuriate in his caresses

as climax, dark and sleek, takes me again….

…. but now, so differently. The glow of orgasm smoulders through me, in lazy ripples that run through

my core and belly and thighs, leaving me sighing and whimpering in pleasure. It is a sweet, ecstatic

moment that, as the glow fades, is overtaken by Michael, gasping, to drop down behind, his arms

tightly around me as he trembles and spills into me.

After long seconds, he raises himself from me, gently withdraws and sitting back on the bed, offers me

my glass of wine.

“Think you can cope with that for a few months?” he says to my Master.

“Oh, I think so, yes.”

*****

MICHAEL

“Do you think he’ll be alright?” asks Charlotte.

“I think so. His wound is healing. It’ll just take time, that’s all.”

“I didn’t mean that. I meant….”

“What?”

“I mean…. Do you think he’ll be…. alright?”

“For sex, you mean?”

What’s going through your head, Babe?

“Yes.”

“Yes, I think he’ll be alright…. Would it matter to you if he wasn’t? Make a difference to you, about how

you feel about him?”

“No of course not, but, I wonder how important it is to him?”

“Charlotte, when James won that first contract with Haswell, it was worth millions to him. Most men at

that point would have bought themselves a flashy car, a boat, even a house. He went out and bought

himself a virgin. What does that tell you?

*****

CHARLOTTE

“What’s the problem, Charlotte?” asks Richard. “You look upset.”

“Oh, the university isn’t very happy about the way my course is being moved around, or at least, the

way I’m moving around it. It’s getting a bit uncomfortable trying to talk to my tutors.”

Richard peers at me over his glasses. “That’s supposed to be all sorted out. I dealt with it myself….

Francis….” he yells through the door. “Get me Chancellor Wilmore on the phone, would you. Tell him

I’d like to meet up for a chat about the donation they’re asking for towards that new library wing.”

He winks at me. “When you’ve got them by the wallet, their heart and minds will follow.”

Despite myself, I grin.