Chapter 137: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Fifty-Three


    CHARLOTTE


    My Master’s eyes follow every movement as Michael gently torments my crinkling nubs, plucking


    harder each time, drawing louder cries from me with each movement. I know what he’s doing of


    course. This show is for my Master, and I respond with moans and yelps that will please and arouse


    him.


    His shaft, hard now. “Down on all fours,” says Michael from behind me.


    Obediently, I drop, reaching with my mouth for my Master’s cock, but Michael, knotting fingers into my


    hair, jerks my head back. “Not yet.”


    “Ass up.” He pulls me up at the hip, then brings his hand across my naked butt cheeks. It’s not a hard


    p, though noisy, more a warning I think, of what’sing, but my Master’s cock twitches in response


    as I yelp.


    Michael ps harder, really stinging this time. The sound of the p is loud, and now I yell.


    My Master’s pupils are wide and dark. With every Smack! across my rump, with every holler from me,


    his cock jumps and trembles. Pre-cum oozing, quiveringly stiff now, he is ready for me, but still, Michael


    does not release me. Again, he brings his hand hard across my ass, and I know that his fingerprints are


    glowing against my normally pale skin.


    Then he plunges fingers inside me, thrusting hard. “Time to open you up.” he says, “At the back too I


    think.” A finger inserts into my rear passage, circling against the ring of muscle. I’m going to fuck you


    up the back, but you’re going to suck off your Master. And I want to see plenty in your mouth. And


    you’re going to ride him…. James, do you want toe in her pussy or her mouth?”


    He’s panting, face flushed, chest glistening with sweat. “Oh, what a choice for a man…. Pussy I think. I


    still get a good view that way.”


    “Sounds good to me…. Charlotte, you heard him. Onto your Master’s cock. Let’s see him up you.” He


    pulls me upright by the hair, then propels me forward on my knees, all but lifting me. “That’s right…. In


    it goes…. All the way…. Now, ride him.”


    Speared by my Master, Michael with his hand twisted tightly into my hair, I raise and lower myself,


    sheathing and resheathing the lovely shaft inside me. For all his slow start, my Master is throbbingly


    hard now, filling my slick pussy as I revolve and gyrate my hips over his.


    Michael’s spare hand returns to a nipple, pinching and nipping in time with my movements, and I wail in


    response. “That’s a good sound,” he says. “I like that sound. What about you James?”


    “Oh, I like that sound too.”


    “Thought so. Let’s hear more of it.” And his hand drops to my thighs, inserting inwards between my lips.


    He pauses, “This is going to hurt….” he says. “Just thought you’d like to know that.”


    Barely have I taken his words on board, when he pinches hard on my clit. Blissful pain ripples through


    to my pussy, and I scream.


    “That’s good….” mutters Michael. “That’s what we want to hear. You, screaming.” He thumbs back the


    fleshy sheath. “Let’s see if we can improve on that, shall we.” And he pinches again, now on my hard


    and exposed bud.


    The pain ricochets to my cunt, and it convulses into orgasm, pulsing and clenching around my Master’s


    shaft, deep inside me.


    He grunts and jerks, and, head flinging forward, hees too.


    His hips bucking and grinding, he pumps into me. I am howling in climax, Michael continuing his


    torment of my clit.


    Finally, I can take no more. “Stop. Oh, God, stop Michael…. I can’t….”


    He pulls away, rxing his hold on me, but his face snakes around my neck to kiss my cheek.


    “Good girl,” he whispers. “Just what he needed.”


    My Master does indeed look very rxed, now again leaning back against the pillows, his expression,


    mellow.


    He lets out a slow sigh. “I don’t think I’d realised how much I needed that. Thank you. Both of you.”


    “My pleasure, Master.”


    Michael chuckles “We aim to please…. Now then Charlotte. Back on your hands and knees. You’ve


    taken care of your Master, but now your Lover would like your attention.”


    I shuffle back a little, but as I drop down on all fours, my Master leans forward, taking my face in his


    hands. For a bare moment, he simply looks at me, then mouth open, he kisses me, before releasing


    me to my Golden Lover.


    “Think I’ve changed my mind,”ments Michael. “I’m gonna save your ass for another day. That


    pussy of yours is looking far too pink and inviting to be ignored.” And with that, nudging into my


    entrance, he slowly impales me.


    His movements are smooth and gradual, inplete contrast to the wild ride of thest few minutes.


    “A change of pace, eh? Let’s finish off nice and slowly.”


    He holds me at the hip, pulling me to him to match his rhythm, and his easy pration of my now


    wide and slippery passage is sheer honey and cream. Sighing, I rock with him, and rapturously, climax


    bubbles up again in me, my fluttering pussy quaking around him. Michael feels iting I think, and as


    orgasm blooms through me for a second time, he releases his grip on my hips to slide massaging


    hands over my waist and shoulders, drawing his nails down along my spine. I luxuriate in his caresses


    as climax, dark and sleek, takes me again….


    …. but now, so differently. The glow of orgasm smoulders through me, inzy ripples that run through


    my core and belly and thighs, leaving me sighing and whimpering in pleasure. It is a sweet, ecstatic


    moment that, as the glow fades, is overtaken by Michael, gasping, to drop down behind, his arms


    tightly around me as he trembles and spills into me.


    After long seconds, he raises himself from me, gently withdraws and sitting back on the bed, offers me


    my ss of wine.


    “Think you can cope with that for a few months?” he says to my Master.


    “Oh, I think so, yes.”


    *****


    MICHAEL


    “Do you think he’ll be alright?” asks Charlotte.


    “I think so. His wound is healing. It’ll just take time, that’s all.”


    “I didn’t mean that. I meant….”


    “What?”


    “I mean…. Do you think he’ll be…. alright?”


    “For sex, you mean?”


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    What’s going through your head, Babe?


    “Yes.”


    “Yes, I think he’ll be alright…. Would it matter to you if he wasn’t? Make a difference to you, about how


    you feel about him?”


    “No of course not, but, I wonder how important it is to him?”


    “Charlotte, when James won that first contract with Haswell, it was worth millions to him. Most men at


    that point would have bought themselves a shy car, a boat, even a house. He went out and bought


    himself a virgin. What does that tell you?


    *****


    CHARLOTTE


    “What’s the problem, Charlotte?” asks Richard. “You look upset.”


    “Oh, the university isn’t very happy about the way my course is being moved around, or at least, the


    way I’m moving around it. It’s getting a bit ufortable trying to talk to my tutors.”


    Richard peers at me over his sses. “That’s supposed to be all sorted out. I dealt with it myself….


    Francis….” he yells through the door. “Get me Chancellor Wilmore on the phone, would you. Tell him


    I’d like to meet up for a chat about the donation they’re asking for towards that new library wing.”


    He winks at me. “When you’ve got them by the wallet, their heart and minds will follow.”


    Despite myself, I grin.