All Chapters of Buying Charlotte: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

He supports himself above me, suckling on my breasts then moves up to kiss me, tenderly, softly, on the lips.Michael comes with a sigh and a shudder, quietly, and when he is done, simply remains where he is, deeply inside me, breathing slowly, his head resting in the crook of my neck.After some while, I realise he has fallen asleep, still buried within me.So much for not being tired...Pinned under my sleeping lover, caged by his body, I struggle a little to break free, but finally, slide out from under him. I roll him to one side, where he lies, sleeping peacefully. I want to go to my Master, to check that he is alright. It worries me to see him so tired, when he is normally so active, so vigorous.I turn and start, as I find him there next to me, sitting in the armchair to the side of the bed, regarding me with a slight smile. "Hello, Master. Are you feeling better now?" "I am, yes. Thank you, Charlotte. That was just what I needed. In fact, I think, what we all ne

He holds me by the thighs, cockhead probing at my now gaping, pussy lips. It is huge, and, not for the first time, I wonder if I can accommodate this monster. But as he pushes inwards, leaning into me, it feels utterly, utterly delicious as he stretches me wide. My pussy jumps and twitches as he enters me then pulls out a little and reinserts, once or twice, as he lubricates in my juices.His dark eyes lock onto mine, watching my reaction, as he penetrates me with his enormous member. Slowly he eases in, filling me completely, and more.God, I´ll split if he goes any further!But still, he slides in deeper. He has done a good job of arousing me. Without my passage being slick, this simply couldn´t happen, but, at the point where all I can do is gasp, he stops and grins again."Nice one Charlotte. That´s all of it." Then he thrusts, and I yell. It hurts. It really hurts.As he slams into me, I yelp, biting my bottom lip. But the hurting is delectable, and as he pauses, look

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

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

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