Buying the Virgin

Chapter 47: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Three

Michael reaches down, fingering my clit as my Master locks my arms behind me, fucking me hard all

the time. Each thrust is individual, rammed hard up into me, and all the while Michael plays with my

bud, rubbing gently between thumb and forefinger as my pussy leaks hotly down inside my thighs.

Orgasm spears through me, exquisite and sharp, sending my pussy into throbbing paroxysms. I think

this triggers my Master’s climax as my cunt clenches and reclenches around him. He holds me ever

more tightly as he presses into me and I scream out my own orgasm.

“Michael stop. For God’s sake, stop.” My pulsing clit is released, and I drop forward onto all fours, my

Master atop and inside me.

As he pulls out of me, his final gesture is to slap my ass again, squarely on the sore spot. I yelp.

“Say, ‘Thank you, Master’.”

“Thank you, Master.” I grin up at him.

Michael stares at me, shaking his head.

*****

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 the line of my Master’s speculations.

“You think this is a… playroom… disguised as a bedroom, Master?”

He sucks in his cheeks. “Let’s say that I think it would be very easy to adapt it for other uses than

sleeping…” He eyebrow flashes me, smiling.

I can’t disagree with him and find my pussy abruptly warming over.

Both Michael and my Master look at me, grinning……

Oh, damn.

I could stamp my foot.

“How do you both know?” I ask in exasperation.

Michael leans into me, his voice low “Oh, Charlotte. Sorry, but when you feel horny, you are completely

transparent.”

“What do you think of that pool?” asks my Master. “It’s pretty private here. No-one’s going to disturb

us….”

The three of us…. in the water….

My pussy floods.

“Oooh… you two...”

“Do you want to Fuck?” asks Michael, moving in close.

“Or do you want to Make Love?” asks my Master

“I want to have holiday fun,” I say, with all the dignity I can muster. “And I want to have it with my two

Lovers, preferably with them not behaving as though my brain is a notice board.”

They exchange glances. I recognise that look. It’s that weird telepathy thing they have going on when

they decide between themselves how they are going to fuck me.

How do they do it?

It’s not the first time I have asked myself this….

Abruptly, I am picked up, my Master hooking me under one arm, Michael under the other, and carried

bodily down the stairs. Kicking and struggling, shrieking with laughter, I am carried outside, stripped of

my bathrobe and dumped in the pool.

Michael shrugs off the robe he was wearing and jumps in after me. My Master simply undresses by the

side of the pool and dives in, cutting a clean line through the water with his long frame.

Michael grabs me from behind, hauling me to the edge where he hooks an arm around the sidebar, and

the other under my arms, effectively anchoring me.

“Lean back against me,” whispers Michael. “Let yourself float.”

My head resting back against Michael’s warm chest, I allow my legs to drift on the surface. It feels odd,

resting against him like this, and for a moment, I don’t understand why. Then, I realise that floating in

the warm water like this, close as we are, I can’t smell him, his wonderful scent washed away.

My Master swims up close, opening my legs.

It occurs to me to wonder how the two of them will manage with the cooling effect of the water and the

um…. shrinkage…. problem…

Of course, there’s more than one way to skin a cat….

I can’t do much. Semi-floating against Michael, I have no purchase on anything to be able to move.

Then I realise that the pool is not so deep here. Michael is sitting on a step and my Master can stand

up out of the water. And I float between them.

My Master kneels between my legs, nudging himself under my knees so that my legs rest over his

shoulders. I well know that this is one of his favourite positions, and now the weight of my legs is

largely removed, making it more comfortable for him.

He kneels upright, both hands palms down, on the flat of my stomach, caressing and massaging me.

The sun is bright and hot, the air warm, and the water almost at body temperature.

My Master looks at me, his eyes soft. “Later,” he says, “I’m going to have you strung up from that bed,

so your feet barely touch the floor, and fuck you senseless while you hang there, but for now, you can

have this….”

Parting my pussy lips with his fingers, he dips his face between my thighs, his warm tongue contrasting

against the coolth of the lapping water. In one long slow stroke, he licks me from pussy to clit.

And fire bursts through me…

I writhe and moan. Michael’s grip on me increases, and he whispers close to my ear, “Next time, that Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

will be me.” And then he settles to nibbling at my ear. With the arm he has supporting me, he reaches

to a nipple, tweaking and squeezing. Each time he flicks, a sharp Zing! of pleasure goes frolicking

down to my cunt, making my hips twitch.

“Stay still, Woman!” says my Master. “How am supposed to drink pussy cocktail with you thrashing

about like that?”

“Sorry, Master.”

I giggle, but my hips are jerking and jumping all out of my own control. The warmth of my Master’s

breath, the heat of his mouth on me, contrast starkly with the cool water lapping at my entrance,

sending alternating waves of temperature washing against my liquid core. Feeling chilled and fired

alternately, the contrasting sensations are playing havoc with my pulsating pussy. I know that my pussy

juices are flowing freely, and yet, I am cool over my pussy lips and clit. My nipples, on the other hand,

are like little rocks.

And Michael is, all the time, and continuously, whispering in my ear. “When he has you hanging from

that bed, while he mouths you, and fucks you from the front, I’m going to have you from the back. It’ll

work. I can just see it. Him with his tongue up your cunt, while I have my cock up your ass. We’ll fuck

you between us, ‘til you don’t know if you’re cumming or going….”

My hips buck, and my Master looks up from his position, face cleaning out my pussy, to see what

triggered it. Seeing Michael, murmuring into my ear, he smiles.

I swear my pussy can feel him smile… his mouth widening over me, teeth nibbling at my bud as I swell

and liquefy.…

Michael continues his verbal assault on my libido, murmuring close by my face. “And when he’s done

with you there, you’re going to be on your hands and knees for me, and I’m not sure yet which part of

you is getting my cock….”