Buying The Virgin Part 1-3
Chapter 36: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Thirty-Six
Michael says nothing but sits on the bed beside me, stroking one manacled hand. He holds my eyes, wincing when I cry out with each blow; locking eyes with me as I am forced along the path of climax, then turned back.
Finally, he says quietly,
“Charlotte. I wasn’t here, so I don’t know what happened, but could it be that you perhaps owe your Master an apology for something?”
*Penny Drops*
Oh God. Of course, I do…….
“Oh, Master. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to annoy you. I just thought we… we could have some fun…. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
Instantly, my Master drops to his knees behind me, and plunges his tongue deep, deep into my pussy. He swirls, hot and moist through my inner ring of muscle. Electric waves ripple through me and my desperate cunt spasms into orgasm.
I partly want to scream, partly feel unable to do more than gasp. What emerges is a kind of drawn-out wail, as my pussy convulses and gushes. Jerking and twitching, I spurt hot juices and my Master licks and sucks and laps me clean.
My orgasm seems to last forever, washing over me in repeated tides that do not die away. Jerking spasmodically, I simply ride this earthquake of the flesh, utterly out of control.
My wrists are unclipped and Michael lifts me bodily, dropping me on my back onto the bed and almost ripping off his jeans. Plunging deep into me, he fucks me hard, penetrating deeply with his thick hard cock, spearing me repeatedly as my clutching cunt grabs and snatches at him; until my internal tension eases and my body relaxes.
I lie, staring at the ceiling, my breathing gradually easing, utterly spent. Limp bodied, I look to my Master, who now stands at the bottom of the bed, wiping his mouth, looking concerned.
His eyes have regained a little of their softness. Abruptly, my own eyes well, and I burst into tears.
“I’m sorry Master. I really am.”
And he is there, sitting next to me, cradling me, rocking me in his arms. “Shhh… It’s over. Forget about it. We have learned something new about each other today. That is all.”
The two men pull warm covers over me then both leave the room. Vaguely, I hear raised voices outside….
“How far were you going to go….?”
But then I fall into an exhausted sleep.
*****
is
“May I… come in?”
his glasses. “Of course you may Charlotte. While you are here, this is
“Master. I’m sorry.”
do it again.
him, but I kneel in front of my
“Master?”
“Yes, Charlotte?”
you still angry
on. “I was never angry with
Truly I am. May I… may I ask you a
off his glasses, putting them carefully down by his laptop, and looks at me over steepled fingers. “You can ask. I don’t promise an
doing that
the ceiling. There is a long pause before, “Yes Charlotte. I did enjoy it. but it is not an aspect of my personality
on his fingers, he pauses, then, “Now, let me ask you a question…… Did
of how to
Charlotte. Given the nature of our relationship, it is important that
to cry…. but…. I think that… I would have enjoyed it, if I had thought we were just having fun, rather than
look up at him.
makes
what is beautiful. You are any Dominant’s dream; a natural Submissive, and you love to fuck. And
have to be modest, but…. it’s not a virtue to be beautiful. That’s just good luck for me. And as for ‘loving
creases up, shaking
first day we met, I admired your courage. To do what you did, auctioning yourself like that. I could only admire your
is wiping tears from his eyes, waving a
Master, with a
do
Earlier today, Michael nearly pinned your brains to the bedposts to give you some relief, at a time when you really
to look at the golden, broadly smiling, Michael, still wiping the
Charlotte.” says my
I nod.
of his belt, then the buttons of his jeans, Michael, his eyes warm and soft, strokes my hair, the side