Buying the Virgin

Chapter 91: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Seven

CHARLOTTE

I am still riding the wave as the blindfold is snatched from me, and my Master, bending me all but

double, legs pressed back against me, my knees hard against my chest, plunges in, ramming hard, his

body as deeply within me as is possible.

I howl the pain and the ecstasy of it. He is himself volcanically aroused, his cock huge within me,

stretching me wide, as he fucks me hard.

He seizes my chin, fingers holding my face tight, pulling my face to his as he kisses me roughly, almost

violently. His mouth pressed against mine, he spasms and groans, first grinding against me, then

repeatedly ramming hard into me. His eyes wild, he pulls out and away from me, lying to one side,

panting.

And now, Michael is there, pushing his cock at my mouth. Again, he is already huge. Our earlier tryst

has had no effect on his readiness. His cock-head streams over my lips as I open to take him in. There

is no question of my working him. I simply wrap my lips around my teeth and let him face-fuck me, the

ridge of his cock riding over skin slippery with sweat and saliva and pre-cum. My jaws ache, stretching

wide to take his girth. He smells of heat, and lust, and sex; the pungency of his groin washing over me

as he brings himself to climax in my mouth.

I feel it coming. He pauses, trembling, one hand gripping his shaft. Through my chest, the tension in his

thighs grows and then, with a grunt, he spurts, hot, briny cream coating my tongue, before he pulls out,

covering my face, splashing into my hair and over my neck.

Still shaking, he drops to all four over me, his still seeping cock resting on my neck.

“Jeez….” he mutters.

“I’ll second that….” comes my Master’s voice.

“If that’s what a few weeks’ enforced abstinence gives, then perhaps it’s worth it.”

“Um… Guys.” I say. “Any chance….?”

They both burst out laughing. “Sorry, Charlotte,” says Michael, untying my wrists. “We’re forgetting

ourselves aren’t we.”

My Master tosses me a towel and I wipe myself down. “Um, Michael, Master. Are we able to have a

bath or a shower here?”

Michael grins. “I was joking about the tin bath. Yes, we can use the hotel facilities. In fact, sensibly, we

need to set ourselves up in one of the rooms there over Christmas, at least for everyday purposes. We

can come here when we want to be cosy by the fire, or if we want some privacy.”

He leans over to kiss me, wiping away a little of his cum that I missed. “You do like it here?”

He needs reassurance. “Stop worrying. I love it here.” I stroke his face. “We’re going to be so happy.”

“Yes, we are.” smiles my Master. “By the way, did I mention that we have visitors tomorrow?”

“No, who?”

“Richard and Beth wanted to have a look at the place. Um, I think they’re as intrigued as much by our

living arrangements, as by the house itself, but anyway, they’ll be dropping by tomorrow morning to

have a look at the place.”

“Great!” says Michael. “Our first guests.”

*****

The car pulls up, chauffeured by Ross. Richard steps out of the back, walking round to open the door

for Beth. He is wearing a suit. She is beautifully dressed, wearing an expensively tailored gown and

high heels. Her hair and make-up are immaculate, her nails polished, and she moves like a ballerina.

Everyone always tells me that we look alike, but seeing her arrive, wearing my jeans, sneakers and

three layers of woollen sweaters against the cold, I feel like an ugly duckling.

Michael groans. “Oh, God. Look at the state of her. You did warn them that we’re living on a building

site, didn’t you?”

My Master clicks his tongue. “I did, yes. but some people don’t take a hint.” Then he pastes on a smile.

“Beth, Richard. Lovely to see you. Do come in.”

*****

Michael gives them the guided tour, my Master and I watching from afar. It is Michael’s project after all.

Richard seems deeply interested in everything. Beth oscillates between fascination at the work and the

building, being appalled at our living conditions, and dumbstruck at how to cope with her high heels

over the broken floors and mud.

She used to be a hotel cleaner herself. Surely, she’s not forgotten all of that?

But, however out of place she looks, Beth still looks beautiful. I heave a deep sigh.

My Master glances sideways at me. “Something wrong?”

I don’t really know how to express what I’m feeling. “She’s such a lady, isn’t she? So elegant. I always

feel clumsy around her. She’s always well dressed. She dances beautifully. She never looks less than

perfect. I just wish I was a bit more like her.”

He looks amused. “More like her? Charlotte, you are matchless just as you are.”

*****

We sit together in the kitchen, the five of us, Michael pouring into a teapot from a kettle, using an old

rag to hold the handle.

Beth suddenly leans towards me, peering down.

“Charlotte, whatever happened to your hands?”

Embarrassed, I try to cover my hands, wringing them together as though one hand can hide another.

“Um, I was in a foundry for a couple of days. Then we were in a metal and ore processing plant,

drawing tungsten bar down into wire. They use graphite as a lubricant. It gets everywhere…”

“Everywhere?”

“Yes, Everywhere…. I’ve not managed to clean up properly yet.”

“But your nails…?”

“Oh, yes…. I was polishing up a sample in the metallurgy lab. Er… My fingers were numb with the

water coolant, and I took off my nails and fingertips on the polishing wheel… I didn’t actually notice

anything until I saw the blood on the wheel…”

My Master laughs. “I did exactly the same thing myself, as a student…”

“Sounds painful,” comments Richards.

“Oh yes. It is,” he says. “You don’t feel a thing when it happens, but once your fingers warm up

afterwards, it hurts like billy-oh, eh Charlotte? It happens, once, to most students who spend any

amount of time in a metallurgy lab.”

He’s right. But still, I sit with my hands hidden.

*****

“Would you like to come shopping one day next week, Charlotte?” asks Beth. “There’s me and a group

of the girls having a bit of a get-together.”

“Yes, you should go, Charlotte.” says my Master. Michael nods agreement.

I hesitate. “Come on,” says Beth. “Why not join us? Get yourself out, somewhere a bit more civilised for

a few hours.”

“Um, maybe. Let me think about it.”

A few minutes later, Beth excuses herself, Michael directing her through to the hotel to find the

bathrooms.

Richard sits, silently drinking tea from a chipped mug.

“Charlotte, why so reluctant to go with Beth? You got along rather well with her, I thought?” asks my

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“Yes, I do. but she mentioned her friends being there too. I don’t think I’d fit in very well.”

Eyes rolling at me, he pulls my hands out from between my knees, turning them over, examining both

sides, looking at my stained palms and broken nails. “If it’s bothering you, why don’t you get yourself a

professional manicure? I’m sure Michael would be delighted to have you using his facilities at the

Centre. In any case, you hardly lead the same kind of life as Beth. You can’t expect to…”

Richard breaks in, looking puzzled. “Charlotte, why are you trying to compare yourself with Elizabeth?

Yes, she behaves like a lady. I expect it in my wife, and she knows it, but I also know, that you know

how she and I met…”

I blush. “Er… yes, she did tell me, that evening we had rather a lot of wine together.”

I glance sideways at my Master. He looks intrigued but obviously doesn’t want to speak out of turn.

Richard follows my gaze, pauses, then turns back to me, with a lop-sided smile.

Pointing a long finger at my Master, “You didn’t tell him?”

“Um, no, well, it seemed a bit personal. I didn’t think you would like it if I started gossiping about you….”

Richard bursts out laughing. “And all this time, James, I thought you knew.” He nods me to my Master.

“Feel free to tell him. After all, I know how you two met. But apart from that, keep it to yourself. Yes?”

“Yes, of course.”

My Master sounds irritable. “Knew what? Charlotte?”

“Er… How Richard and Beth met. Er…. Beth….”