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 slap, though noisy, more a warning I think, of what’s coming, but my Master’s cock twitches in response as I yelp.

Michael slaps harder, really stinging this time. The sound of the slap 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 to come 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?”

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