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Chapter 47: The Virgin´s Choices, Part 3, Self Defence
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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
Buying Charlotte Chapter 49: The Virgin´s Choices, Part 5, How Many?
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
Buying Charlotte Chapter 51: The Virgin´s Summer, Part 2, Cheering Up Michael
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
Buying Charlotte Chapter 53: The Virgin´s Summer, Part 4, Do You Love Me?
This wonderful place has a timeless quality. One day following the next, full of blue skies, the sound of the sea and a feeling that this summer will last forever.Long walks by the water, both separately and together, a chance to catch up on books I have wanted to read, and the time to simply be with my two Lovers.How perfect can life be?-----My skin has had enough sun, too much really; it´s time to cover up. Bikini-clad, I wander into the bedroom, looking for my robe.Michael is there, staring out to sea through the enormous picture window."It´s a stunning view, isn´t it?"He turns. "It is, yes."He looks sad, upset. "Michael. Are you alright?"He shrugs. "Just thinking.""Can I help? Is there something I can do?""No, I don´t think there is, Charlotte. It´s not your fault."My fault?"Michael, have I done something to upset you?"He shakes his head, looking down, not speaking. Not looking at me."Michael, what is it? What have I done? Tell me what i
Buying Charlotte Chapter 54: The Virgin´s Summer, Part 5, The ´Look´
The vibe inside me is in fact, making it very difficult for me to keep my legs together. My pelvis is shuddering and shaking, my pussy liquefying.He seizes me by my locked ankles, pulling me straight, squaring me up to the foot of the bed. Looping one end of the rope around an ankle, he tugs at it, to slide it between my feet. Then he stretches out the rope, coiling it around the upright on one side of the four-poster, and then the other side, before stretching it back, tensioning the rope a little, and tying the end to my other ankle."You see," he says, conversationally, "I can do this now." And he pulls at the rope. As it pulls, my ankles are firmly and irresistibly prised apart, my legs opened.He pulls on the rope until my ankles are about a foot apart. He surveys me. "You know, I think we can do better than that."He unties one ankle, all the while holding a tight grip on my leg, and then reties me at the knee. He repeats this on my other leg.Then he tightens the rop
Buying Charlotte Chapter 55: The Virgin´s Summer, Part 6, The Observer
"How long have you been there?""Oh, I think I caught most of it. I heard a rumpus from downstairs, and came to see if something was amiss..." He leans forward onto his knees. "You know I would have paid to see this if it weren´t free. And yes, I think I will; thank you, Michael."As Michael sits beside me, tormenting my nipples, my hips in convulsions, my Master settles on his stomach between my thighs."Don´t let her cum. If she gets close, stop her," says Michael."Of course." My Master leans in, lapping at me, licking up my hot juices, swiping circles inside me. My pussy begins to vibrate, but he feels it and withdraws, instead, licking my thighs, before withdrawing back to his chair. "Ah, no, Charlotte. You and Michael started this one. I´m just an observer here."That didn´t feel like fucking observation...Michael gives the clamp a last pinch, watching me closely again. "Nope, I think that one´s done its best too."He removes both clamps, and the pain subsides a li
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