Buying the Virgin

Chapter 37: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Thirty-Seven

I kneel in front of him. I know how that relaxes my Master. Looking down, he smiles, knowing what I am

thinking.

“I’d love to oblige Charlotte, but I don’t think I’d be much use to you right now. I really am all in.”

“Would you like me to….” I lay a hand on his thigh, but let my voice trail away. I do not want to be

pushy. I learned my lesson on that on a previous occasion. My Master is a good and wonderful man,

but he expects to be obeyed.

His head tilts, eyelids lowering. “That would be lovely, Charlotte. Thank you.”

I ease in a little, nudging my Master’s legs apart to get closer. He watches me, with that odd, non-

smiling smile of his. It shows nowhere but in the crinkling at the corners of his eyes, but I can see it.

I kiss him, through the fabric of his trousers. Undoing his belt, I unzip, pulling open just enough, to free

his lovely cock, quiescent yet.

Kneeling back again, to give my Master a good view, I unbutton my blouse, slowly, so that he can

watch as it falls open. Then I unclip my bra, allowing my heavy breasts to swing free.

Now the smile reaches his lips. His eyes soft, he sips wine as he watches me, his cock beginning to

twitch.

Standing briefly, I slip down skirt and panties, pose for a moment to let him see me naked, then,

breaking off to turn down the lights, kneel again.

Almost the first thing my Master ever said to me was that he had a fantasy of a beautiful girl kneeling

naked for him. I try to fulfil that for him whenever I can. And after weeks of hard work and exams, I am

ready to play.

His cock is starting to stiffen. Seeing me glance down as it quivers into life, he winks at me. I slide a

finger over its length, feeling the satiny skin, warm to my touch. I love the familiar thrill of arousing my

Master.

It visibly hardens under my stroking, and I lean forward to kiss it. My Master sighs, his eyes closing,

head tipping back, lips parted, teeth lightly gritted. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

A scrape of keys, and a click of a lock: the door opens, and Michael enters.

“Ah, Michael.” says my Master, without opening his eyes. “Excellent timing. Do come and join us.”

Michael does not look tired. With his usual economy of speech, he kisses the top of my head “Hello

Charlotte. Lovely to see you again.” and sits down, on the carpet beside me.

He strokes my naked shoulders and back, and as I turn to kiss him, he leans in towards me, open-

mouthed, his kiss deep. Hand around the back of my head, fingers curled into my hair, he holds me,

extending the kiss. He says softly, “I’ve missed you.”

Then, moving behind me, “Let me in Charlotte.” I part my legs, to allow him to kneel between.

As I gently rub and caress my Master’s swelling shaft, mouthing and loving it with my lips, Michael

presses up behind me, one arm curled around my waist, the other reaching through my dampening

curls, to play with my clit.

It is such a gentle movement, as he strokes my bud, but I shudder, and breathing deeply, feel my

Master’s cock reacting in turn to my own arousal. My pussy warms as the briny taste of pre-cum coats

my tongue, and his breathing grows ragged.

“Ah, that’s good, Charlotte. That’s really good.” he murmurs.

Slipping my hands inside, I slide his pants off, tugging them away. Now I can properly reach, and I lean

in, inhaling his musk, to cup and kiss his balls. They crinkle and tighten under my touch, and I work the

root of his cock with my fingers, pressing hard, as I lick and suck on the head.

It is hard to concentrate. Michael, behind me, between my spread thighs, is still working my clit with

one hand. With the other, he plunges fingers into my now hot and liquid core. Still fully dressed, he is

working entirely to pleasure me. A frisson spikes through me as he pinches and rolls at my nub,

sending electric tingles running from my sweet spot to my pussy. I whimper, then…

“Michael. I’d like you inside me.”

He doesn’t change his pace. “You will have me inside you,” he says quietly. “But you’re going to come

first.”

It won’t take long. After a few weeks, away from my two lovers, and free to relax, my body is poised,

more than ready for them both, and my heart is racing. Sheened with perspiration, my naked skin is

flushing, and the heat of arousal blushes over my face and breasts.

My Master is groaning, and his rock hard, erection pulses in my mouth. I wonder which of us is going to

come first, as the growing tension of the build to climax is making my hips shudder, Michael continuing

his gentle torment of my clit.

As the dam starts to burst, Michael abruptly pulls me upright, displaying me to my Master. Gripping me

by my long, red hair, fingers twisted in tight, he tensions my body, his other hand madly working my clit.

I have just time to register my Master opening his eyes before orgasm shatters through me, my head

flings back, and I sing my release. It pulses through me, my clenching pussy sending ripples through

my taut belly and thighs. Shuddering and shaking, I would fall but for Michael supporting me, holding

me upright for my Master to watch me as I come.

As my climax subsides, Michael says, close by my ear, “Open your mouth, Charlotte.” And he pushes

me back down, onto my Master’s long, hard cock.

Almost immediately, my mouth floods with hot cream, spurting over my lips and teeth, splashing to the

back of my throat. I cough and Michael releases me, allowing me control again. Regaining myself, I lap,

and suck, and swallow, swiping the rim of my Master’s cock-head with my tongue, extending the

moment for him, for as long as I can.

Now he is gripping my hair, pinning me by the mouth to his cock, as he pumps into me. Finally, with a

grunt, he pulls me free again, and, a shudder of pleasure running through him, says “Thank you

Charlotte. I was ready for that.”

I turn to my Golden Lover behind me. “What about you Michael?”

“I’d like you on the bed, Charlotte. In the mirrored room. Is that alright?”

He stands and offers me a hand, helping me upright, then leads me into the room.

I lie on my back, looking up at him as Michael strips off, my knees slightly akimbo in invitation. Holding

me by the eyes as he undresses, he is visibly ready for me, his erection quivering upright, a droplet

gleaming at the tip. He has been holding himself back whilst he pleasured me. With his beautiful blond

hair and blue eyes, wide-shouldered build and muscular frame, he looks simply amazing.

Rolling atop me, he seems in no hurry for anything. I am already slick and slippery, and he glides easily

inside me, with the pleasant stretch I always get from his lovely, thick cock.

He doesn’t really thrust. Instead, he almost wallows inside me, twisting and turning his hips, exploring

me within. It feels gorgeous, a sort of sexual never-never land, with no urgency, just the pleasure of

being together, when we have not seen each other for a few weeks.

He supports himself above me, suckling on my breasts then moves up to kiss me, tenderly, softly, on

the lips.

Michael comes with a sigh and a shudder, quietly, and when he is done, simply remains where he is,

deeply inside me, breathing slowly, his head resting in the crook of my neck.

After some while, I realise he has fallen asleep, still buried within me.

So much for not being tired…

Pinned under my sleeping lover, caged by his body, I struggle a little to break free, but finally, slide out

from under him. I roll him to one side, where he lies, sleeping peacefully. I want to go to my Master, to

check that he is alright. It worries me to see him so tired, when he is normally so active, so vigorous.

I turn and start, as I find him there next to me, sitting in the armchair to the side of the bed, regarding

me with a slight smile.

“Hello, Master. Are you feeling better now?”

“I am, yes. Thank you, Charlotte. That was just what I needed. In fact, I think, what we all needed.”

I have to agree with him. Several weeks of celibacy, whilst separated from the two men in my life, has

made me realise the extent to which I want them.

Need them?

“Do you want to get into bed Master? Sleep? We can talk in the morning if you like.”

“No, I’m fine now. Would you like to join me for a bath? We can talk in there and let Michael catch up

on his sleep.”