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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
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"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
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
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MICHAELBeth feels wonderful and is reacting beautifully. My arms around her, a warm tit weighing heavily into my left hand, the right working her below as she watches and listens to Charlotte, Richard and James together; every nuance and detail of her reactions tremble through to me.And the song Charlotte is singing has its effect on both of us. The sound of her orgasm washes through Beth, every muscle answering the sound of my red-haired beauty in climax.She´s on the build herself; panting and flushed, sweating freely, and her pussy spilling hot juices over my hand as I stroke her lips and clit. My chest pressed against her, the ripple and vibe of her mounting climax echoes through to me and she smells wonderful..."You´re beautiful, Beth," I whisper to her.She´s is soft and sweet and gentle; a sub in every sense. Not that I don´t appreciate Charlotte; she´s the most exciting woman I´ve ever known. But there´s something about Beth; my Charlotte as she might have been had
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Buying Charlotte Chapter 166: The Virgin´s Real Christmas, Part 6, In The Dungeon
MICHAELEven from here I can see that Richard is much more confident with Charlotte this time. Not that he isn´t a Dom through and through, but the first time we did this together, for Beth´s birthday, it was a surprise for her and he was wary of upsetting her by being with Charlotte.It´s clear that this time, he has no such reservations. He and Beth must have talked it through...Charlotte´s going to have some stripes on her ass, that´s for sure...She´ll love it...And I have Beth, the lovely, gentle, submissive Beth. Outwardly, so like my own Charlotte, but her personality so different. Charlotte is a sub when it suits her to be. And when all is said and done, she is only truly a sub for James...He looks at her, and she´s on her knees...But Beth is the full-blown item, the real McCoy. A submissive through to the marrow, in the bedroom and in life...But this time you don´t look nervous either...The first time her husband ´gave´ her to me, I took the time to
Buying Charlotte Chapter 165: The Virgin´s Real Christmas, Part 5, LIQUEURS... AND AFTER...
MICHAELThe coffee done, liqueurs drunk and the last corners filled with tiny hand-made truffles, we sit. And gradually, the chatter fades.... We all know where this is going...I see something pass between James and Richard...... They really did plan this between themselves...... and Richard stands, acknowledges me, the question in his eye and I nod assent...... She is my wife after all...He turns to Charlotte, offering her his hand. She takes it, rising, and his gaze returns to mine, eye-pointing me to Beth.Standing, I offer my hand to the jade-eyed lovely seated next to me. "Beth?"Her cheeks showing the smallest of blushes, she accepts my hand and rises.Together, the five of us descend the steps to the basement and James´ ´playroom´; a dungeon by any other name.... How did he manage to arrange all this, and I didn´t notice?BETHIn the basement, James´ demesne, is all the equipment and paraphernalia of a Master, in just the setting one would expect
Buying Charlotte Chapter 164: The Virgin´s Real Christmas, Part 4, Not Just Christmas Dinner...
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JAMESAs soon as I´m alone, I go to my office, booting up my laptop to check the weather forecast and the state of the roads. The forecast is good; biting temperatures, but clear sunshine. And just as I turn the machine off again, there is a rumble from outside. I flick the curtains back to see a snow plough grinding its way up our mountain road.... Perfect...... Now for the turkey...In the kitchen I organise myself, laying everything out to hand:Onions, chestnuts, salt, pepper, parsley, celery, bread crumbs... The front door bangs as I hear the two of them come in again, echoing down the hall. She´s making a helluva holler...Pausing from chopping onions, "Something wrong?" I call.Footsteps ring down the hall and Michael sticks his head around the door, eyes dancing. "Nothing that won´t be sorted out by getting her sweater off and removing the snowball that went down her neck and... um... lodged."I run this scenario through my head, then grin. "You mean she´s
Buying Charlotte Chapter 162: The Virgin´s Real Christmas, Part 2, Christmas Morning
CHARLOTTEI wake, my sleepy face pressed into my Master´s chest, his arms around me, and snuggle closer, burying myself in his wonderful scent, musky and masculine.The light is dim; that grey pre-dawn light that comes before the sun rises. And at this time of year, in the deep of Winter, it will be some while before daylight truly arrives.Nuzzling at him, I work myself deeper into my Master´s embrace, feeling him kiss the top of my head. I love this drowsy time of the morning; when we are all three together, undisturbed, and with the day lying out there, freshly minted and waiting to be discovered.Michael, from his breathing, sounds as though he asleep, but sleeping or not, he´s feeling horny; the evidence is pressing into my back.Vaguely, I puzzle to myself. I went to sleep in Michael´s embrace. Somehow, I´ve changed over in the night.I roll over between the sheets, careful to keep my Master´s arms around me, and as I settle on my other side, he spoons up behind me, h
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JAMES"Good evening, Charlotte. Are you alright there?" asks Richard, billionaire CEO of the Haswell Corporation.She´s standing in the lobby, sipping from a mug. "I´m fine thanks," she smiles. "I´m just waiting for Michael to pick me up. He said he was running a bit late, but Kirstie´s made me a coffee while I wait." She head-points the Concierge at her desk, who smiles politely and then returns to where she is working on her laptop."Ah well, we´ll wait with you then for a minute or so. Ross is just bringing the car around.""Richard and I have a meeting with the shareholders," I say. "I should be home around six, but I´ll let you or Michael know if I´m going to be any later."She nods, then we stand in a slightly awkward silence, listening to Christmas Carols drift across the lobby. After a minute, Richard, with an air of making conversation says, "So, Charlotte, are you looking forward to Christmas?""Oh, yes. I am..." Her smile is bright. She´s all little girl enthusia
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BETHAt Michael´s words, I let out breath that, all unknowing, I´d been holding. He moves to stand behind me, one arm curved around my waist, whispering to me, "Beth... Yes?"I almost sigh the word. "Yes.""Would you like to watch them fuck Charlotte? Or would you prefer to go next door?"Blushing. "I´d like to watch.""Thought you might. Want to join in with them?"My mouth is suddenly dry. "Um, no. I don´t think I´m ready for that." Suddenly anxious, "Is that alright?"He kisses the tender nape of my neck. "Of course, it is. This is about enjoying yourself. Not about going anywhere you´re unwilling or unready for..."The heat of his mouth settles at the top of my spine as he nibbles and mouths at the soft skin there. I smile to myself as, steering me by the arm around my waist, he angles me to watch Charlotte as her two ´Masters of the Evening´ splay and spread her. Michael may not share their taste for outright domination, but he still enjoys being in charge of a wom
