Buying the Virgin

Chapter 55: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Eleven

Shuddering and whimpering, supported by my Master, aroused by my Lover, I arch and writhe. Michael

parts my pussy lips with his fingers, penetrating me with his tongue. My Master slides down to my clit

with one hand, the other tweaking and pinching at a nipple.

Arousal sparkling through me, from my puckering nipples to my hardening clit, my core wells and melts

as Michael laps at my flowing juices.

And then, again I see the eye contact between them, Michael looking briefly up, past my shoulder. He

pulls away from me, swinging my feet back to the floor. Abruptly, I am pushed upwards by my Master,

as he heaves me upright. Both men standing free of me, Michael, palm flat against my chest, simply

pushes me backwards. Losing my balance, I fall back onto the bed, and Michael climbing me,

straddling my chest, feeds me his trembling shaft. Huge now, and firm, red-purple, and scented

delicately with Michael’s sweet aroma, it pushes at my lips, seeking access.

I cannot see what is happening beyond, but my knees are parted and raised as my Master settles

between my thighs, his face pressed into my liquid sex.

I try to take the cock in front of me in my hands, but Michael seizes my wrists, raising my arms over my

head, pressing them down on the bed. “Don’t move from that position,” he instructs. He sounds stern,

but his eyes are twinkling.

“Tighten your lips.”

I wrap my lips around my teeth, and Michael pushes himself between, using my mouth to pleasure

himself. The ridge of his cock-head squeezes past my lips and back again, in and out again, and all the

time, he is flowing more heavily, a steady trickle of briny pre-cum, which gradually settles to my throat.

He withdraws for a moment. “Swallow,” he says, watching my face. I gulp, and he pushes back inside.

My pussy is electrifying under my Master’s attentions, sending stabs of pleasure spiking through me.

Two fingers inside, scraping my sweet spot, he works my bud with his tongue, winding circles with the

tip. The fleshy hood held back with a thumb, my naked clit quivers and pulses as he licks and flicks and

sucks.

My breathing is ragged. Flushing hot, dripping with perspiration and perfumed with the delicious scent

of my hugely aroused Lover as he face-fucks me, my control is slipping.

As my hips begin to jerk and quake, my fluttering pussy quivers towards climax. Michael, watching me

closely, withdraws from me, simply stroking his erection over my face.

I shudder into orgasm, hips bucking, but pinned under Michael’s weight, cannot move otherwise. As I

howl my release, vaguely conscious of being gripped at the thighs, my Master plunges his tongue deep

inside me, working my pulsating inner muscles, swiping spirals inside me, drinking at my gushing cunt.

With a groan, Michael cums. Holding his cock-head close to my open, wailing mouth, he spurts his hot

cream, some within, but most over my face and neck.

My arms are thrashing, but as Michael finishes, he climbs off me, onto the bed and behind, grabbing

my wrists and pulling, holding me outstretched. I am still cumming as my Master pulls away from me,

and then, semi-kneeling, semi-standing to slide atop me, plunges deep, spearing me.

My pulsating pussy clenches around him, clutching and squeezing as he pistons into me, stretching me

open, filling me, pounding me inside and only stopping as he rams against my inner walls.

Screaming now, pinned by wrists and cunt, orgasm my whole world, eyes squeezed closed, I thrash

and twist before, climax subsiding, I open my eyes again to see my Master looking down, watching me,

smiling.

Then, almost immediately, he gasps, and juddering, grinds himself into me, his hips quivering against

mine. Supporting himself over me on his elbows, he groans and shakes as he pumps his orgasm deep

inside me.

Still panting, he flops down on top of me. “Ye gods, that was powerful.”

“Mmm,” agrees Michael, talkative as ever, before releasing my wrists.

Both men lie beside me, the three of us in a loose embrace. Michael takes my left hand, twiddling the

pair of rings, before kissing my fingers Then, arms around me, he kisses me deeply on the mouth.

My Master simply watches us, before, as Michael releases me, he also takes my left hand, and kisses

my fingers.

*****

“I’m out in the City again today, but I’ll be back tonight.” says my Master. “Anyone want a change of Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

scene for the day?”

Michael glances across to me. “Lunch out? Nice Italian place perhaps?”

“Sounds great.” I smile. “Yes, Master, we’ll come too.”

Michael and I spend the day mooching around the City; a good lunch, then, sitting in the park and just

enjoying being together. It’s a good day, but by the end of it, I’m happy to leave the traffic behind, and I

am looking forward to returning to our beach hideaway.

*****

Michael and I arrive at the reception. “They’re still in the meeting,” says the secretary, “but do take a

seat. Help yourselves to coffee.”

Michael pours a couple of cups, then sits, leafing through a magazine. I sip the coffee, but my attention

is taken by a large 3D model of a cityscape. Moving to examine it more closely, through a large internal

glass window, I see my Master with another man. The other man glances up, then does a double-take

as he sees me, before smiling politely and looking away.

My Master looks up to see what the stranger was looking at, spotting me and giving a brief wave. He

taps his watch and holds up five fingers at me. I ‘thumbs-up’ him.

The 3D model captivates me. I can tell the area it represents, by the curve of the river and one or two

landmarks, but in the main, an entire area has been demolished and rebuilt.

“Is this the big project they’re working on?” I ask the receptionist.

“Yes, that’s right. Almost everything over there, except for some of the historical buildings, is going to

be bulldozed and redeveloped. The work’s already started.”

I know that area of town. Old memories surface, and I push them firmly down.

Bulldozed?

“Sounds good to me,” I comment, trying to keep my voice neutral. But the more I look at the model,

thinking about what it represents, the work and the restoration that is going on there….

And my Master is working with the man who started this? Is working on it himself….

Smiling to myself as I circle the model, sucking at my lips, my mind is working overtime.

“What’s so interesting, Charlotte?” asks Michael, looking up from his magazine. I don’t get a chance to

reply.

The office door clicks open, and my Master steps out. “Ah, Charlotte, Michael. Not been waiting long I

hope?”

“Only five minutes,” says Michael, and the Lady here makes a good cup of coffee.

The stranger follows my Master out into reception. “Francis, could you scan these and then on-send

them to James please.” He passes the receptionist a bundle of papers, then glances at me.

“My apologies if I seemed rude a few minutes ago,” he says to me. “You caught me by surprise. Just

for a moment, I thought you were my wife, and I know she’s not here today. There is a striking

resemblance.”

My Master says, “Charlotte, Michael, can I introduce Richard Haswell, founder and CEO of the Haswell

Corporation.”

I reach to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr Haswell.”

He takes my hand, shaking it briskly. Richard Haswell is a handsome man, strikingly so. But more than

that, he has an air about him, carrying himself with poise. He reeks of power and authority. And this is

his project….

As my eyes meet his, my libido kicks from the inside. Firmly, I kick it back. This man is not available for

‘playing’. Nonetheless, my Master’s eyes lock with mine for a moment, and then with Michael’s, and my

Master is not pleased.