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Chapter 44: The Virgin´s Fantasies, Part 4, Dessert
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It is the last day that my Master and Michael must work, before we all go to the beach house he has been loaned for the Summer.I am guessing that we will ´celebrate´ together this evening, and I have dressed for this. Who will arrive first, I wonder?My Master almost bursts open the door, his air, triumphal."That´s it!" he exclaims. "Freedom for the Summer." Then, he takes in my outfit. "Ah... yes, Charlotte. I thought you might be ready and waiting for me."My dress, which I bought for the occasion, is low cut and tightly bodiced, emphasising my already small waist, and ´presenting´ my breasts and cleavage. Loose, flowing skirts are at once summery, demure and inviting of easy access. The bodice is pulled in tightly with long laces that dangle invitingly down.In short, I have dressed, to be undressed.My Master, ambling over, eyes the laces of the bodice of my dress. "Nice dress," he comments, his eyes meeting mine for a moment. But his attention is downwards. "Were you
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So far as I can, I reach for Michael´s stiffening shaft, trying to catch him with my lips, and wondering if my Master´s hand is going to come down again on my glowing buttocks while I do so. But my sore ass is left in peace, while I suckle on Michael´s rapidly hardening cock. Instead, my clit is fingered gently, a thumb pressing into my pussy, just enough to make me shudder and lose my concentration."Perhaps I will face-fuck you," says Michael.I can´t reply, because he is sliding his now erect cock, into my mouth, one hand wrapped into my hair to position me. "Open wide," he says.As he pushes in, to my rear something is buzzing. A cold splash, and then a vibe presses into my back passage. It is not large, but it is buzzing madly, sending a wild vibration through my spine and core, leaving my pussy fluttering and palpitating. It doesn´t move, simply nestling there in my ass, resonating through my inner walls, and sending my clit a-pulsing.As Michael feeds me his cock from th
Buying Charlotte Chapter 47: The Virgin´s Choices, Part 3, Self Defence
"Why don´t you and Michael, or the three of you, join us?" he invites, gesturing towards a darkened room."Thanks, Steve, but we already have plans for this evening," says Michael. Thank God.It occurs to me that I do not want my ´intense´ experience to be with these two.Michael gives my arm a surreptitious squeeze, drawing me in my Master´s direction. Across the room, he is watching us carefully."Aw, c´mon," says Marcie, pawing at Michael. "It´ll be fun."He politely steps back from her again, taking me with him. But the two follow us, crowding our space.´Steve´ strokes my arm and I flinch. "I´d certainly like to get to know you better, Charlotte.""Yes, Charlotte. We all want to know what it is you do, that keeps these two hooked..."Who does this bitch think she is?Michael has already said No. And her nasty Partner/Master can keep his uninvited hands off me.My Master is working his way across to us, his expression alarmed, but, across the crowded floor, h
Buying Charlotte Chapter 48: The Virgin´s Choices, Part 4, Kris
I am trembling with...What?Fear? Anticipation? Arousal? My pussy streaming hot juices, I am afire.He´s barely touched me."James, Michael. If you would."My Masters each take me by a hand, bending me forward over the bench. Arms outstretched to either side of me, my face pressed sideways against the padding, I am shackled to the hoops at either end.They start to cuff my ankles too, legs spread, but Kris interrupts them. "No need for that. I like to see my subs struggle. I´ll enjoy watching her trying to escape."He reaches under me, hauling my hips upwards. Shoulders down, ass up, I am displayed and presented. Panting now, in the half-light of this ´dungeon´, a hundred pairs of eyes on me, my world feels surreal, dreamlike. Am I trancing again?The crop slides down my spine, slowly, sensually, sending a shiver that runs through me and raising goosebumps along my arms and thighs."You can keep the shoes on, Charlotte, but you don´t need these."Kris tugs at my
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I do. Working him with my mouth and tongue and lips, I struggle. No trickle this; he flows constantly; a bitter-sweet stream of pre-cum, that blankets the inside of my mouth, leaving me constantly struggling to swallow, as he jams himself deep into me. Not quite deep enough to make me gag, but I think it is only the watchful presence of my Master and Michael that stops this jerk going for a full deep-throat.After a minute or two, he groans and spurts. I gurgle and splutter as I take his cum, but am glad when he pulls out and goes.Another cock is rubbing at my face. Pressed so hard against me that I cannot look up to see its owner, it is only semi-erect. I try to take it, but in its semi-limp state, I cannot gain a hold. Its owner takes it in his hand, pushing it against me. "I want you to really milk me, Charlotte," says a voice above me. "I want every drop to go down that lovely throat of yours. And then I want you to lick me clean afterwards."Easier said than done.The
Buying Charlotte Chapter 50: The Virgin´s Summer, Part 1, The Summer House
And so, it is Summer. And we are free.Having driven for an hour or so, we are coming close to our destination. Driving along the coast road, the sea close by, sparkling blue, and the sky an azure dome above, it could not be more perfect. "According to the sat-nav, we should be nearly there." says my Master, brow furrowed in puzzlement, "but I can´t see anything. Either of you spot anything I´m missing?"Certainly, there is nothing that looks like a beach house in sight. There are dunes, pinned in place with tough grasses and with little pink belled creeping plants sprawling across the sand, a couple of small boats moored by a tiny quay, fishermen´s boats perhaps, and a small hotel a mile or so away. It is a gorgeous spot, but there is nothing that resembles the timber-built, wooden shuttered beach house of my imagination.Loaned to my Master for the Summer by the CEO of the company he is contracted to. The three of us: my Master, Michael, my Lover, and I, have travelled here
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My Master peers at my butt. "I did have words with Kris about that afterwards. I had stipulated that he was not to leave any lasting marks.""A fat lot of good that did!" Michael is clearly furious. "I don´t know what the hell to make of the pair of you sometimes..." Then he sounds upset. "For pity´s sake Charlotte, you´ve got to take better care of yourself. What would I do if something happened to you?"My Master looks abashed. "Charlotte, I´m sorry. It won´t happen again."Michael is not so easily put down. "It shouldn´t have happened in the first place! You can turn over now." As he finishes tending my sore stripes, he slaps my backside, making his point, as I holler a loud protest."Serves you right," he mutters, his voice livid.Michael´s obvious displeasure casts a bit of a pall. He stretches out on a beach towel and picks up a book.Feeling foolish, I lie back and try to read my own book.As the pain-killing cream works its magic, I begin to feel better. The warm
Buying Charlotte Chapter 52: The Virgin´s Summer, Part 3, Speculation
We choose the largest, front bedroom as our accommodation. Again, it overlooks the sea, with windows to front and both sides.Wearing a large furry bathrobe, I stand, staring out, watching a yacht on the horizon as it sails out, falling over the edge of the world...Michael unpacks, hanging his clothes neatly. My Master I notice is looking speculatively across the room."Something wrong, Master?""Not at all. I was just... wondering... about Richard Haswell´s tastes..."I look around. At first glance, it is a perfectly normal, although very grand, bedroom. Then I look at it again, through my Master´s eyes, taking in a few details.The bed is a four-poster, solidly built in timber. Several brass rings support heavy curtains on the frame, but they do look very secure. Those rings would easily support the weight of, say, a human body.There is a basket weave chair, supported from a hook in the ceiling and overlooking the amazing view. Again, nothing in itself, but I follow t
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