Buying the Virgin

Chapter 124: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Forty

MICHAEL

Charlotte’s breath hitches. She doesn’t speak, but her chest is heaving, and for a moment her face

swings back towards me in question.

“Me? Oh, I’ll think I’ll get on top of you; push my cock inside and fuck you hard. Make you scream a

bit.”

Wrapping fingers into her long, red locks, I hold her head, controlling her movement, steering her

towards James. He smiles as he sees what I am doing, unzipping himself, pulling out his shaft, so that

it stands, already hard, waiting for her. From my sideways position, I can see her expression: a little-

girl-lost mixture of devotion, lust, and adoration of James.

Come on Babe. Let’s see you get really worked up….

“Your Master wants your mouth wrapped around his cock,” I say, loud enough for him to hear too.

“Open up.”

Breath shuddering, she parts her lips, and I angle her face to take him as James pushes his cock-head

at her lips.

“Lick,” I instruct. “Get your tongue around him. And then we both want to see you taking him well in.”

She mouths and licks at him, bringing up her hands to unbelt his pants. There’s a tang to the air. She’s

wet already; the scent of her pussy pungent and sweet, and my own cock twitches in response.

Yeah… I’m gonna shaft you, then spill in there….

James eases in and out, between her lips, and my balls tighten. I love watching myself face-fuck her,

and this is almost as good. He’s streaming pre-cum, which she laps at, swiping it from the slit, where it

trails in glutinous strands. He pulls free of her to wipe it, with his cock, glistening, over her lips.

“Clean your lips,” I say. “Lick them clean. You mustn’t have dirty lips when you are sucking off your

Master.”

She glances sideways at me, wiping her tongue over her mouth. “No, pay attention to what you are

doing. Look up at James. He notices if you let your attention wander.”

She gazes back up at him, eyes wide, enraptured.

Abruptly, he stands back, arms akimbo, still staring down, his lips twitching in a half-smile.

Still gripping her hair, twisting tight, “Stand up. Your Master wants you naked.” Rising with her, she

pants loudly, rapidly, as I pull her upright by her hair.

She starts to unbutton her blouse, but I interrupt her. “Did I tell you to move?”

From behind her, I unfasten the blouse, all but ripping it off her. Equally roughly, I take off her bra, then

cup her tits, lifting and squeezing them, displaying her to James. He stoops to take one in his mouth

and non-too-gently teethes at the nipples. She yelps, but another wave of scent tells me her pussy is

flooding, and she is enjoying this just as much as we.

James chews at her breasts, wringing moans from her, and she shivers as I unzip her skirt, pulling it

down, together with her panties. “Step,” I instruct. I toss the clothes to one side. then again, with each

of her sandals, ‘Step’. She obeys, to stand naked and quivering between us, her thighs visibly

glistening with her own juices.

Again, meeting eyes with James, together we strip off our clothes. I am already erect; he even more so.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her rearwards onto the couch, to sit cradled back against me

James, kneeling, roughly pushes her knees apart. He doesn’t bother testing her. We can both scent her

arousal; she’s sopping. Shoving his palm flat against her chest, pushing her back against me, he jams

two fingers, hard, inside her. She moans and bucks, arms flailing, and I grab her by the wrists, pinning

her. As James finger-fucks her, she writhes and struggles in my arms, but cannot move.

Again, James’ glance, kneeling back on his haunches. Sliding back and down with her in my arms, I

whisper to her. “Spread yourself properly. Your Master wants to taste your cunt.”

Moaning, she spreads her legs wide, but James, holding her under the legs, lifts and swings her back

onto me, and I finish the movement, seizing her under the knees, bending her, all but doubled-back on

herself, thighs pressing against her own chest, pussy spread and displayed to James.

Panting violently, “Oh God, fuck me. Please, one of you fuck me.”

Balls tight, and cock twitching, I reply, “All in good time. You know who is your Master here, and he

decides when you may be fucked.”

James says nothing, but smiles down at her, running a finger over her bright red slit. She twitches and

jumps as he circles her clit, then delving in, stretches circles inside her. Her hips are shuddering, her

heart hammering through her chest and through to me.

James pushes a finger inside her, and she moans and jerks. Then stooping, carefully, and touching no

other part of her, he thumbs back the sheath, and wraps his lips around her pink, erect clit, sucking

gently.

She yells and jerks, pitching and thrusting against me, all but breaking free of my grasp, but I renew my

hold on her, pinning her immobile.

With his tongue-tip, he winds his way along and through the length of her vulva, from cunt to clit, and

back again. Using fingers to spread her open, he probes and licks at her. She’s flooding, and his face is

wet with her juices as he delves into her with his tongue, wiping her out inside, then weaves upwards

again to lap at her clit.

“Please,” she says, pleading. “Please, get inside me. I need to come.”

“Not yet,” says James, breaking away momentarily, and stooping, fastens his mouth over her cunt.

And now, she screams, her whole body in spasm as James sucks her out, tonguing her inside.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. I can’t….” and for a moment, she goes still. I feel her tension, her body poised

against mine, bound in my embrace, straining against me. And then her orgasm breaks loose.

I wonder sometimes, what orgasm feels like to a woman. Certainly, it looks as though takes the whole

body. Charlotte howls her climax, straining against my grip on her, almost battling against me. Her belly

pulses against my hand and her fingernails bite into my skin. James tightens his grip on her spread

thighs, his face pressed hard into her cunt.

Finally, she screams “Enough! Enough! I can’t stand anymore.”

Instantly, he retires, wiping his face, but now, repositioning himself, plunges his cock, full length inside

her. There’s no hesitation, no testing her. She’s as open as it is possible for a woman to be, and he hilts

himself, hard, into her. Our position is slightly awkward, but he rests his hands for balance on the

settee-back, leaning over the two of us, as he fucks her.

He’s not gentle, ramming home as she squeals and wails under him. And he is close to climax himself.

He watches as he penetrates her, studies his cock moving in and out, glistening with her honey, her

thighs flushed and wet, and her red curls soaked. His own breathing is rapid, face and chest sweating

and his dark eyes, all but black with hugely dilated pupils.

Groaning, he presses home, grinding as he pumps into her. Head dropped to his chest, eyes squeezed NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

shut, he grunts and then, with a gasp, withdraws, waving at me to take over as he seats himself back in

his armchair.

“Charlotte, on the bed, on your back.”

Flushed and sweating, she obeys me, walking through to the bedroom, then lies down on the bed to

gaze up at me, hips swung upwards, knees a little akimbo. I am cock-twitchingly, ball-tighteningly,

ready to come, and I’ll not hold on more than a minute or so.

Standing beside her, looking down. “So,” I say, “Do you want me to shoot in your cunt or your mouth?”

Again, in silence, she smiles with her eyes, opening her mouth, parting her lips in that inviting cherry-

coloured ‘O’, that just begs me to shove myself deep inside.

I’d love to…. Would she like it? Could she take it?

“How are you feeling? Want to try something? I’d love to deep-throat you, but I’ll not do it if you don’t

want.”

Still, she doesn’t speak, but she tilts her head a little more, parts her lips a little further. James, who has

followed us, disappears from the room, returning a minute later with a jug of water and a glass. Sitting

on the bed beside her, he strokes her face, holding her hand.

I say, “Charlotte, move so that you overhang the bed. Let your head drop back.”

Standing by her, cock-head poised by her over-hanging face. “If this is too much, you bang the bed with

your hand, or squeeze James’ hand, and I’ll pull out right away. Yes?”

She stretches her neck, reaching for my cock, which oozes over her mouth as I push inwards. James

positions himself to watch her face, as best he can from where I press close to her.