Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Chapter 30: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Thirty

… My Master slips hands into the neckline of the dress, slipping the tiny buttons apart until the halter falls away.

He continues. “And yet, despite your now having no obligation to do so, you return to me, time and again....”

He glides the zip of the dress slowly down at the back until it opens, then falls to my feet, leaving me naked. I see him standing behind me, tall and dark, his face half-shadowed by in candlelight. His hand circles my waist again, pulling me in close to him.

“…. You keep returning to me Charlotte, and we make love, and we fuck. You accept every challenge I set you…….”

He stands so close behind me, the bulge of his erection pressing against my back through his clothing.

“……. You kneel at my feet, and you call me ‘Master’.” He kisses the side of my face again. “How do you think that makes me feel?”

“Master?”

From beyond the room, there is the click of a lock, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing again. Footsteps, then “James? Charlotte?”

“In here, Michael.” calls my Master.

In the mirror, I stand, my Master behind me, his gaze locked to mine in the glimmering reflections, embracing me at the waist with one hand, palm flat against my stomach, holding me close to him, so close. The other hand grazes the contours of my face and neck, cups a breast, then glides south to the vee of my loins.

I see myself, naked, my chest rising and falling, as my Master’s touch works its magic, my arousal blooming, desire pooling in my belly, my pussy warming and moistening.

what he is doing to

my Bright Star. He steps into the room, and I see his eyes, in the mirror, also meet with my

he says shortly. “We won’t be going out this evening.” Fingers are working through my dampening curls, scissoring between my lips to my clit. His eyes still on Michael, I see something pass between them, then Michael strips off his shirt,

me backwards towards the bed. He sits,

it from its fleshy sheath, he works me with the very tip of his tongue. I moan and pant and quiver, as he winds magic circles

Master responds by reaching forward, hooking his hands behind my knees to lift my legs up and back, exposing me fully to Michael’s searching tongue. My Golden Angel plunges his tongue deep into my pussy, probing and swirling, as I wail

head resting back against my Master’s chest, his words are whispered close to my ear. “Angry? How could

Michael, momentarily lock eyes again. Abruptly, the two men both stand up;

again, flat on my back on the mattress. As I lie there, my breath slightly knocked away, Michael shucks off his pants and clambers

at my lips. He reaches past me to snatch a pillow, pushing it under my head for support. As my lips part to take the thick shaft, my

me, winks as he works himself into my mouth. I don’t try to suck, instead framing my lips over my teeth to catch the ridge of his cock-head as he gently thrusts, back and

lips, is sending my hips into paroxysms. Jerking spasmodically, I shudder and squirm as he

Seizing me by the wrists, pulling my

writhe, held at the wrists by Michael, at the

palpitating core

as I continue to ride

in a loose embrace, he thrusts hard, hard enough to hurt against my inner

so that now I lie above him, his cock still pressed

onto my knees. My Master continues to fuck me from below, but from above, there is the sudden spurt of damp chill that tells me Michael is applying

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