Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

CHARLOTTE

I am still riding the wave as the blindfold is snatched from me, and my Master, bending me all but double, legs pressed back against me, my knees hard against my chest, plunges in, ramming hard, his body as deeply within me as is possible.

I howl the pain and the ecstasy of it. He is himself volcanically aroused, his cock huge within me, stretching me wide, as he fucks me hard.

He seizes my chin, fingers holding my face tight, pulling my face to his as he kisses me roughly, almost violently. His mouth pressed against mine, he spasms and groans, first grinding against me, then repeatedly ramming hard into me. His eyes wild, he pulls out and away from me, lying to one side, panting.

And now, Michael is there, pushing his cock at my mouth. Again, he is already huge. Our earlier tryst has had no effect on his readiness. His cock-head streams over my lips as I open to take him in. There is no question of my working him. I simply wrap my lips around my teeth and let him face-fuck me, the ridge of his cock riding over skin slippery with sweat and saliva and pre-cum. My jaws ache, stretching wide to take his girth. He smells of heat, and lust, and sex; the pungency of his groin washing over me as he brings himself to climax in my mouth.

I feel it coming. He pauses, trembling, one hand gripping his shaft. Through my chest, the tension in his thighs grows and then, with a grunt, he spurts, hot, briny cream coating my tongue, before he pulls out, covering my face, splashing into my hair and over my neck.

Still shaking, he drops to all four over me, his still seeping cock resting on my neck.

“Jeez….” he mutters.

“I’ll second that….” comes my Master’s voice.

“If that’s what a few weeks’ enforced abstinence gives, then perhaps it’s worth it.”

“Um… Guys.” I say. “Any chance….?”

They both burst out laughing. “Sorry, Charlotte,” says Michael, untying my wrists. “We’re forgetting ourselves aren’t we.”

My Master tosses me a towel and I wipe myself down. “Um, Michael, Master. Are we able to have a bath or a shower here?”

Michael grins. “I was joking about the tin bath. Yes, we can use the hotel facilities. In fact, sensibly, we need to set ourselves up in one of the rooms there over Christmas, at least for everyday purposes. We can come here when we want to be cosy by the fire, or if we want some privacy.”

He leans over to kiss me, wiping away a little of his cum that I missed. “You do like it here?”

He needs reassurance. “Stop worrying. I love it here.” I stroke his face. “We’re going to be so happy.”

way, did

“No, who?”

living arrangements, as by the house

says Michael. “Our first

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walking round to open the door for Beth. He is wearing a suit. She is beautifully dressed, wearing an expensively tailored gown and high heels. Her hair and make-up are immaculate, her nails polished, and she moves like a ballerina. Everyone always tells me that we look alike, but seeing her arrive, wearing my jeans, sneakers and

at the state of her. You did warn them that we’re

don’t take a hint.”

*****

after all. Richard seems deeply interested in everything. Beth oscillates between fascination at the work and the building, being appalled at our living conditions, and

a hotel cleaner herself.

she looks, Beth

glances sideways at

clumsy around her. She’s always well dressed. She dances beautifully. She never looks less than perfect. I just wish I was a bit

“More like her? Charlotte, you are matchless

*****

in the kitchen, the five of us, Michael pouring into a teapot from a

towards

happened

try to cover my hands, wringing them together as though one hand can hide another. “Um, I was in a foundry for a couple of days. Then we were in a metal and ore processing plant, drawing tungsten

“Everywhere?”

Everywhere…. I’ve not managed to

“But your nails…?”

a sample in the metallurgy lab. Er… My fingers were numb with the water coolant, and I took off my nails and fingertips on the polishing wheel… I didn’t actually

did exactly the same thing myself,

“Sounds painful,” comments Richards.

but once your fingers warm up afterwards, it hurts like billy-oh, eh Charlotte? It happens, once, to most students who

I sit with

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