Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Michael’s smile broadens. “Not yet. I want to take my time with you.” And he drops to all fours, his mouth poised over my clit.

He does not move immediately, simply holding his position, so that the heat of his breath laves my engorged folds. My hips starting to judder, he kisses me lightly, so lightly, on my nub, sending ripples through the muscles of my belly and thighs. My quiet moans give way to breathy panting, and my spine arches upwards to meet him.

Using a finger to release my clit from its sheath, his lips wrap around the stiff bud and the tip of his tongue begins to circle. As it makes gradual circuits around the twitching nub, winding it around in idle coils, my hot pussy flows in earnest. He takes a moment to lap up my juices, before returning to his work of winding my clit through slow spirals, but my molten cunt still streams hot juices over my thighs.

As my climax arises, spinning outwardly from Michael’s circling of my clit, my pussy trembles and clenches. Looking down the length of my body, to watch him as he works, through the flushed and gleaming valley between my breasts, I see his golden locks and the occasional flash of his blue eyes, as he glances upwards to my face.

My body beginning to judder out of control, my orgasm poised to spill, he drops further in, to drive into my pulsing cunt with his tongue. Probing deeper, he swirls his spirals within me, making whorls that wipe by my inner muscles…. and my orgasm bursts free.

Cunt clenching, belly pulsing, I howl out my rapture as Michael continues his coils and twirls inside my throbbing pussy.

It is ecstatic.

It is rhapsodic.

It is…. too much…

“Oh God, that’s enough! Stop Michael. Please stop.”

He withdraws and clambers up to lie alongside me again, his hard erection throbbing against my thigh once more. Stroking my belly, as I descend from the heights, he kisses a breast, then the other, joy in his eyes.

“Good?” he asks.

“God yes, it was, very good. But what about you?”

“Later,” he says. “It’s not so easy for me to…re-charge, as for you.”

“Later?”

That grin returns, like a little boy in a sweet shop. “I seriously doubt whether James plans to leave you with your clothes on all night. But I wanted you to myself for a while”

“D’you think he’s going to mind? That we just….”

“Mind? Why would he mind? The two of us have always shared you.”

But through the afterglow of orgasm, a knot of worry settles in my stomach. Have I done something I shouldn’t have? Will my Master be angry with me?

*****

astonishing, his long, lean frame carrying the expensively tailored suit, gleaming white shirt and silk tie, with

“Master, you look amazing.”

It goes without saying that, so do you.” He

some errands to run, and he would be back

hanging it with the jacket, and undoes the

a good day while

?

Oh, God.

My heart sinks.

did you

I’m sure you have bathed or showered since, but I can smell Michael

lip, “Are you

“Angry? Why would

we…. well we….

me firmly on the lips. “Charlotte. Michael is your lover. Of course, the two of you should enjoy each other, take pleasure in each other, whenever you feel inclined, whether or not

clock. “Lunch-time I think. Have you eaten Charlotte? A light lunch I think, then I have work to do this afternoon. And

*****

looming, I am studying hard, but I have been staring at the pages of

on the rug, leaning up against Michael, who is lying on the couch behind me,

up from the book he is reading; something light, with a

on the floor in frustration, raising my hands to Heaven. “It looks great on a diagram, with one or two points of reference, but how on earth you would use it to perform a real-life calculation on something

looks blank. “Sorry I asked. Well beyond me

quite right Charlotte. It’s a wonderful idea in theory, that is completely useless in practice unless you have a computer to do the donkey work.” My Master looks at me across his desk in the corner

“Master? You’re a physicist?”

I’m an engineer. But there is a large overlap

“I didn’t know that.”

purses his lips in that not-quite-smile

do you

for a new bridge, for the company that owns this hotel in fact. Which is why we always have access to this beautiful apartment. My accommodation, when I’m working in town here, is written into the contract. In fact, finite element analysis is a rather large part of the work I do. Let me see what you’re

shake my head. My Master

*****

yawn, rubbing my

“Tired?” asks Michael.

too.