CHAPTER 26: The Virgin Returns, Part 3
… My Master does not seem to mind. His erection, already hard, is stiffening further in my mouth, even as I hear him chuckle over my antics.
Michael finally finishes the matter by plunging deep inside me, opening me wide and effectively spearing me from within, pinning my movements. Abandoning my nipple, he moves the spare hand downwards too, slipping back my clit hood with one hand and working my nub with the other. His cock works my inner muscles, not fast or hard, but relentlessly.
Grinding his hips in a circular motion against me, he massages my g-spot and inner walls, sending waves of hot moisture trickling down the soft skin of my thighs. His head rests against the side of my own and his breathing whispers against me, growing heavier and more irregular. He is always a quiet man, but his small groans shudder through me as his climax takes hold. His cock grows ever larger inside me until, with a gasp, his control evaporates and he plunges hard inside me, thrusting deep, stopped only by my inner walls. Again and again, he pounds into me. It hurts, but it is a good hurting and I want more as my own orgasm arises with his.
My moans are muffled by the mouthful of my Master’s shaft, itself now flowing freely, liquid cream streaming salty-sweet across my tongue, dribbling down my lips.
With a cry and a final judder, Michael cums into me, squeezing me tight, pushing hard inside. His hips crush against me, his balls swinging against me as he pumps into me.
Regardless of his climax, he continues to rub and massage my clit. I teeter on the brink of my own orgasm, tingling, aflame with the need to cum. It hits me full force, cascading through me in waves as I convulse and moan. I am still in the midst of climax as Michael withdraws from me, spins me on my knees and presents my still pulsating pussy to my Master.
He drops behind me, ramming inside me hard, pounding me internally as my cunt clenches, and re-clenches around his thick hard shaft. As my climax fades and I sag, gasping onto my elbows, my Master grunts and gasps, pressing into me, holding my hips so tightly it hurts. Hot cum and my own juices run down my thighs until with a final breathy heave, my Master flops down atop me, sated.
After a few moments, my Master remembers himself and, stroking my arm, murmurs, “Thank you Charlotte,” before slipping out of me and collapsing onto the fur beside me.
We lie together for a while, not speaking, but just enjoying being together. In the glow of the fire, we lie, the three of us, in a tumble of arms and legs, until a savoury smell drifts through.
My Master leaps up. “The casserole!” and he charges, still naked, into the kitchen.
Michael looks after him quizzically, but standing, he collects two more of the bathrobes from the wet room. As my Master dashes back into the lounge, cock swinging, Michael passes him one of the robes. “Some things are better not loose near flames,” he comments.
We sit around the table to eat an excellent boeuf bourguignon, chatting.
“So why the train station Charlotte?” asks my Master. “Don’t misunderstand. We’re both very happy to collect you, but no car yet?”
I shrug. “Oh I’d like one but I’m trying to be sensible with my money, and a car is something I just can’t afford right now. I’m fine on the train.”
My Master looks puzzled. “Er, well, I’ve a pretty good idea of how much you earned with your, um, adventures, with us a few weeks ago. I know how much I paid for you, and how much the other guys contributed afterwards. Surely you must have plenty in the bank? You’re not dressing extravagantly. Or wearing expensive jewellery. Where’s your money going?”
I am a little embarrassed. “I know you paid a lot of money for me Master, but of course, the auction house took fifty per cent, and I’ve had to pay out for digs and tenants deposit, and everything. And that’s before I’ve bought textbooks and other stuff…”
Michael’s head has shot around at my words. “Fifty per cent?” he says incredulously. “After what you did? Selling your own virginity?”
Now my Master looks embarrassed. “I’m sorry Charlotte. Yes, I did know that when I bid for you, but I’d forgotten. How long do you think your money will last?”
“Oh, I’ll be fine. I just have to be careful with what I spend.” I bite my lip and look away to hide the lie in my words. I don’t want to let them know that I am worried about it.
I don’t think I have fooled my Master. He gives me a long look under lidded eyes, and I look for a way of changing the subject.
“Where are we going to go tomorrow, Master? Somewhere exciting?”
Both my Master and Michael are silent for a moment. I know that I have not deceived either of them. They know something is amiss.
Then my Master speaks. “I thought we might go walking. The countryside around here is beautiful, and there’s a circular trail around the lake.”
“Oh yes, that would be lovely.”
“That’s agreed then. I’ll make up some packs, and we can enjoy the Great Outdoors.”
The following day, the walk is wonderful. The weather is perfect; bright sun, clear blue skies and a fresh breeze; ideal walking weather. We walk miles along the trail, enjoying glorious views, and feeding bagels to squirrels. By the time we return to the chalet, I am well exercised and weary, longing for a hot soak.
Stripping off heavy boots, tee-shirts and jeans, we lounge around in bathrobes by the fire, sipping hot coffee and rum.
“I’d really like to have a soak in that jacuzzi Master. It looked heavenly.”
My Master perks up. “Ah, glad you mentioned that. In fact, you took the words out of my mouth. Michael if you would please.”
The two of them lead me through to the wet room where I screech to a halt on the tiles, gaping.
The jacuzzi is there, steaming and bubbling, and... occupied...