All Chapters of Buying Charlotte: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Immediately, Daniel, from below me says "Hey, my turn. Let me out."Pulling once more out of my pussy, he slides out from under me, scrambling to his knees. "No offence Charlotte. You feel great inside, but I really want to face-fuck you."My pussy abandoned, Daniel shoves his cock to my face. Close-up, it is humongous, easily as long as I had imagined, and wide too. Fat almost. He actually looks embarrassed. "I know," he says. "Don´t worry. I´ll take it easy." And he offers the monstrous, glistening cock to me."Lick me, Charlotte," says Daniel. "Lick me clean."I slide my tongue up his full length. From balls to head, I lick and suck my way. He seems to enjoy the noises, so I make a show of slurping and gulping loudly, as I clean away my pussy juices and the thin stream flowing from the slit. "Now," he says. "Open up." And as I part my lips, he pushes inside.I do my best with the huge member, stretching my jaws wide and taking as much as I can without gagging. I can

Michael pushes at my thighs, parting them further, delving in more deeply. My Master responds by reaching forward, hooking his hands behind my knees to lift my legs up and back, exposing me fully to Michael´s searching tongue. My Golden Angel plunges his tongue deep into my pussy, probing and swirling, as I wail my rising passion.My head resting back against my Master´s chest, his words are whispered close to my ear. "Angry? How could I be angry with you, Charlotte?"I glance up and back, just in time to see my Master and Michael, momentarily lock eyes again. Abruptly, the two men both stand up; my Master heaving me upright with him, and then, as he steps away to one side, propelling me to Michael.Michael catches me, and then immediately pushes me back down again, flat on my back on the mattress. As I lie there, my breath slightly knocked away, Michael shucks off his pants and clambers atop me, straddling my chest. My Master also is stripping off to one side of us.Michael´s

My Master trails the tresses of the flogger over the contour of my spine to my face. Lingering and soft, the sensation is exotic, erotic, and I shiver.He murmurs, "Charlotte, if this gets close to your limits, you say ´Yellow´. If it becomes too much, you say ´Red´. Do you understand?""Yes, Master.""You´re sure? You stop this at any time. You simply say ´Yellow´ or ´Red´.""Yes, Master. I understand."He strokes my hair, which trails in a long, foxy fall from the padded bench, then, moving around me, draws the tails along from my shoulders, to the curve of my waist and hip.A pause, a sharp flick, and the soft lashes kiss my thighs.I quiver, my lips parting as my breathing increases to panting. Another lash licks across my buttocks. This is not painful; only... stimulating. My folds swelling, pussy lips opening, I well up from within, a sense of well-being and of other-worldliness...The tresses trail my skin, over my shoulders and neckline, before another, sharper

As my climax arises, spinning outwardly from Michael´s circling of my clit, my pussy trembles and clenches. Looking down the length of my body, to watch him as he works, through the flushed and gleaming valley between my breasts, I see his golden locks and the occasional flash of his blue eyes, as he glances upwards to my face.My body beginning to judder out of control, my orgasm poised to spill, he drops further in, to drive into my pulsing cunt with his tongue. Probing deeper, he swirls his spirals within me, making whorls that wipe by my inner muscles... and my orgasm bursts free.Cunt clenching, belly pulsing, I howl out my rapture as Michael continues his coils and twirls inside my throbbing pussy. It is ecstatic.It is rhapsodic.It is... too much..."Oh God, that´s enough! Stop, Michael. Please stop." He withdraws and clambers up to lie alongside me again, his hard erection throbbing against my thigh once more. Stroking my belly, as I descend from the heights, h

"Stay out of it, Michael. Charlotte and I have a little disagreement to settle. A small dispute over the appropriate exercise of good manners.And he drops again to his knees, sucking at my clit, probing my core with the vibe, then again... Slap!Beside myself, as my Master continues his work, my breathing frantic, my need to orgasm driving me crazy, becoming close to unbearable, I can do nothing. And the pain of the spanking only grows as each blow lands on the same tormented, sore, skin.The hard metal cuffs bite into my wrists and ankles. Even bending over the bed, I am having difficulty supporting myself. "Master... I can´t stand...""Tough." And he pushes my ankles further apart, destabilising me entirely so that I flop over the end of the bed, simply hanging over the bed footer.What do I do?I can´t take much more of this.Michael says nothing but sits on the bed beside me, stroking one manacled hand. He holds my eyes, wincing when I cry out with each blow; locking