Masters Paul and Destin. Thinking of them as master came so easily now.
Her attraction that had begun during the winter had kept her warm until the summer. That attraction had grown into something special in the past few days and she suspected it would blossom more the longer she stayed. She never wanted to be without them.
Her emotions, however, still warred inside her. She wasn’t used to giving up control, wasn’t used to a man calling the shots. But was that because she didn’t want to? Or because she’d never found anyone she respected that much?
Master Destin shot her a wicked look, then bent lower until his head was level with her crotch. Flicking his tongue over his lips once, he pulled back her labia, then pressed his mouth to her clit. If Master Paul hadn’t been holding her, she might have fallen off the platform.
His tongue caressed her clit, then swept around it, tasting her juices. The fire burning between her legs grew hotter, turning her insides into a whirling mix of passion. She leaned back on her elbows and threw back her head, letting her hair spill behind her.
“Please, please, suck harder.”
A slap against her leg reminded her of her error.
“Oh! Please, Master Destin, suck harder.”
He sucked on her clit, then drove her crazier by turning it loose to flick his tongue over the top of it. Again and again he drew her sweet nub into his mouth, eliciting another cry from her.
Her pussy clenched as though trying to take his tongue inside. As though he understood what she wanted, he thrust his tongue into her pussy, then added a finger to massage her tender bud. She cried out again, arching her hips toward him.
The sound of water splashing against the side brought her head up to see Master Paul climbing onto the platform.
“Suck on her good, man. But I’ve got a need to be on the receiving end.”
He moved, standing over her, then placed a foot on either side of her. His cock, fully erect and sensually curved at the end, came close to her nose. “Do you like what you see, baby?”
She smiled up at him. “Yes, Master Paul.”
“Then suck on me and make it good. I don’t like punishments, but you might deserve a good spanking if you don’t work hard enough.”
She was torn. She wanted to please them, yet at the same time, she’d love to get a spanking.
She drew his cock in, steadying herself with one hand and enclosing the other around him. His skin was slick and warm and she could smell his muskiness. Her next cry was muffled by his cock in her mouth, the taste of his pre-cum sliding down her throat.
“Fuck, but she feels so good. That’s it. Wrap your tongue around me.” Master Paul rocked his hips back and forth, helping her to keep the movement going.
She cupped his balls and earned a satisfied moan from him, then smiled. Giving him pleasure filled her with joy. If she could give him happiness every day of his life, then she’d have given herself a lifetime of bliss.
Master Destin pressed his tongue against her clit and added two fingers to her pussy. His other hand on her breast, twisting her nipples one way then the other, added another delightful sensation.
When he pulled away from her, she almost lost her hold on Master Paul’s cock. But she couldn’t stop from complaining. “Please, Master Destin, please don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry. I have no intention of stopping. In fact—” He reached up and whacked his brother on the back of the leg. “I want a hell of a lot more. Move, man.”
Master Paul grumbled as he stood to the side. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Get on your hands and knees, sugar. Give everyone a good look at your luscious body.”
Georgia glanced around her. The crowd had thinned, but those who remained were enthralled. She wondered how so many people could remain silent. Even more of a wonder was that she wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed by what was happening. Instead, her wild flurry of lust rose to a greater height. She liked, no, loved that they were watching. Her mind was as much in turmoil as her body was. That kind of turmoil was beyond words, fulfilling her. Obeying her master, she got onto her hands and knees.
“Damn, but she’s a pretty sight, bro. Her pussy lips are glistening with her juices. I can see the difference between that and the water on her skin.”
Paul squatted next to her and feathered a hand along her flesh down from her shoulders to her butt. He swatted her cheek then swatted it a second time.
The pain wasn’t bad. Instead, it gave her an added sensation that spilled away from the place where he’d struck her all the way to her burning pussy.
“Do you like that, sub?”
“I like it a lot, Master Paul.”
He brushed her hair over her shoulder. “You’re learning fast. I think you can stop adding the master every time you speak. Say it when you think we deserve to hear it.”