CHAPTER 23: The Virgin Fulfilled, Part 2
I hover on the edge of orgasm, dancing over the precipice and not quite ready to fall. Michael, still watching me, winks, and reaches for something. Before I have time to register what it is, there is a buzzing and he slips a vibe between the two of us and then down between my legs.
He is no longer grinding me, but his shaft still fills my sopping cunt. And, as I am filled at the front and being pumped to the rear, Michael touches my clit with the vibe.
Searing pleasure blasts through my body, taking me with it. Blind to everything except the sheer intensity of the sensations flowing through me, I am helpless to do anything but convulse and writhe. My Master’s arms lock around me, pinning mine, holding me while Michael torments-pleasures my swollen and now explosive clit.
I scream. And cum.
My loss of control is total. Blind to everything except the pulsating volcano of my core, my spasming belly and thighs, my clenching cunt and palpitating clit, I thrash uselessly against my Master’s grasp. He holds me firmly, clasped in his arms, speared by his shaft.
On it goes, and on, until it is finally too much, and I finally find the words.
“Stop Michael. Stop. For God’s sake, stop.”
Michael takes away the vibe, smiling shyly, then kisses my lips. He holds me by the shoulders, stroking my hair. He is still inside me. How? I have no idea. But he is still there, and he resumes his slow pulse-beat thrusting, now working for his own pleasure.
My pussy, twitching with afterburn, protests a little at this continued penetration, but he is careful, gentle, as he works to his own climax.
Behind me, my Master’s beat has changed. There is an urgency now to his thrusting, a sense of imminence. His breathing is fast and laboured. And with his chest pressed against my back, his heartbeat echoes through me, beating harder, louder. With a shock, I realise that I am not just feeling his heartbeat, but actually hearing it. Michael hears it too, and through his gentle thrusting, looks around me, eyes wide.
Shuddering hard against me, my Master’s head presses against my shoulder. He groans and presses his cock deep into me. The pulsations of his release ripple through my own muscles, a tension as much mine, as his.
With a gasp, he withdraws, sliding out of me and releasing his death grip on my body.
Michael, now with sole possession of me, rolls me over to lie on my back, settling into the comfort of my open thighs.
Still slow and steady, in, out, in, out, he strokes my face and kisses my lips. “I’ll miss you,” he murmurs, then he cums.
His climax seems so mild and gentle, compared to the glory he gave me. I try to draw it out for him, clenching my pussy muscles around his shaft as he quivers and shoots into me.
His groans turn to laughter as he says, “Stop that Charlotte. Stop. You can’t keep doing that.”
My Master, standing now to one side looks baffled. “What’s she doing?”
Michael pulls himself away, rolling to one side of me. “Your protégé has figured out that she can use certain of her muscles, rather than just enjoy the ride.” He grins at me to take away any sting from his words.
“Shall we celebrate?” asks my Master. “A last meal, in honour of a wonderful week, and an amazing girl.”
I don’t know quite what to say, and mumble something into my chest.
Michael is more decisive. “Yes, I think so. Charlotte, where are we going to go? Name your choice of restaurant.”
We dine Italian. Pasta, salad, garlic bread and a deep red wine.
“You never said earlier in the week that you like Italian food so much, Charlotte,” complains my Master. “If you had spoken up, we would have had it before.”
“Errr…garlic? Would that have been a good idea?
Both men laugh. “You have a point. But now, let me raise a glass. To Charlotte.”
“To Charlotte.” And Michael raises his glass also.
I gulp my wine, not quite having the nerve to toast myself.
Driving me to the train station the following morning, my Master is pensive. “I do hope I made the week good for you Charlotte?”
“Oh yes, you did. I was so dreading it, and you, well, you made it marvellous.”
A smile lights his face. “I’m glad of that. I wouldn’t have pushed you farther than I thought you could go you know, no matter how much I’d paid for the privilege. But you amazed me with just what you did do, or more to the point, wanted to do, and enjoyed.”
“It was amazing Master. If I had to do it again, I would, but I can’t. I’m all out of virginities to sell.”
He bursts out laughing. “Very true! Listen, Charlotte, you’ve earned plenty of money from your...adventures, but college life can be expensive. You know, materials, textbooks, field trips, decent digs to live in… It adds up, and in unexpected ways sometimes. What I’m getting at is, I’m here. If you need anything, anything at all, get in contact and...”
He lays a hand on my knee. “This is a no strings offer. I’ve more than had my money’s worth from you. I won’t expect you to get back into bed with me, or anyone else.” He pauses and winks, “Although, I’d not be likely to refuse if you offered. I think Michael would agree with me.” His head points to our friend sitting in the back.
I blush and look down.
“It’s alright,” he says. “I understand. You’re back in real life again now. No longer part of the fantasy world of the last week. And I don’t doubt, with your looks and er...skills, it won’t be long before you have a real relationship again.”
“Master...I...”
“I’m only your Master for another five minutes. Our time is almost up. Don’t worry. Here...” He passes me something, a card. “That’s my business card. Contact me any time...”
Michael’s hand reaches forward, passing me another one. “And this is mine. The same applies. If you need anything, call.”
We pull up into the station car park and I get out. Michael and my Master also get out. “Let us carry your luggage. Let us be gentlemen for you.”
I smile. “Thank you, Gentlemen.”
Outside the station. My Master shuffles his feet and looks down. “This is it then.”
I nod. “This is it. Thank you for everything Master. And you too Michael.”
He looks at his watch. “Our week is done. I am officially no longer your Master. I am simply ‘James’.”
He leans forward and kisses me on the cheek. “Thank you, Charlotte.”
As he kisses me, I curl my hands around the back of his head, whispering into his ear, “No matter what life brings me - college, success, relationships, marriage - you will always be my Master. Thank you, for what you have done for me.”
He pulls back, standing tall and straight in front of me. I continue, addressing both him and Michael. “I know I was lucky, getting you, both of you. I saw the other girls at the auction. They were just as scared as I was, and I do wonder how their week has been. Some of those men were...unappealing.”
Michael nods his head, and my Master purses his lips silently.
I step forward to hug Michael and kiss him, on the lips. “Goodbye Michael. It was lovely meeting you.” Turning to my Master. “Goodbye…James, but I want you to have this.” And I push a scrap of paper into his hand. It gives my contact details. “Now you know where to find me too.”
“’Bye Charlotte.”
“Goodbye Charlotte.”
And the two men turn and walk away.
Checking my watch, I am early for my train.
I find a wine bar and order a glass of champagne. Sitting at a table in bright sunlight, I take the two cards and enter the contact details into my phone.