and peeked over her shoulder.
Rupert was moving the chair again, into a position right behind her so if he were seated, her arse and pussy would be at his face level.
He sat and she rested her cheek on her folded forearms, facing away from the breadboard this time and looking at the edge of the table.
She was so exposed, so aroused and open for him… and Kyle.
“So wet,” Rupert said. “Delightful.”
A thick invasion entered her pussy; two, maybe three fingers.
She clamped around them, loving the full feeling.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it, grip me,” Rupert said.
So it was Rupert, not Kyle, touching her.
She was glad. Nothing ever compared to her master’s touch. Though she’d be happy for Kyle to touch her if that pleased Rupert; that was how they operated and she was pleased that Kinton Kink Club played by the same rules and standards. But still, her master’s touch… nothing compared.
Rupert clamped her arse to the table with one hand and pumped his fingers in and out of her with the other.
Soft, squelching noises filled the room. She could have been embarrassed but she was so turned on, so in need of release that she didn’t care.
Plus, Rupert was hitting her G-spot, massaging that special place so well in that expert way of his. He wasn’t gentle, and she was glad. The industrious, determined way he did this was just how she liked it.
She groaned. It would be hard not to come. The dense sensation of his finger-fucking and the heat of her buttocks had her orgasm simmering already.
“If you could stand by her head, Kyle, I’d appreciate that,” Rupert said.
“Of course.”
Kyle came into her view, his groin level with her face. He was erect, the outline of his cock clearly visible through his smart trousers.
“Don’t come, sub,” Rupert said, “not until I tell you to.”
“Oh, God…” she moaned. “It’s so…” She bucked her hips to meet his jabbing thrusts. They were hard, mean, right on target. He was putting solid male muscle behind his movements, stabbing and prodding her pussy. “Ah, yeah…”
“No, don’t you dare,” Rupert said sternly. He reached for her hair and tugged.
“Ah…” She was forced to lift her face from her arms. She parted her lips and breathed hard, trying to control the pressure that had grown in her pelvis and that was still growing.
How could Rupert expect her to comply when he was doing that? He knew she could barely contain herself when he applied that kind of pressure to her G-spot.
“Take her mouth, Kyle,” Rupert said, “it will give her something else to think about until I allow her to come on my hand.”
“With pleasure,” Kyle said.
Lottie watched as he undid the silver buckle on his belt, the light catching on the embossed infinity knot. Her focus wavered; Rupert was shifting her on the table with each of his enthusiastic rams into her pussy. She clenched her fists and tried to keep her feet on the floor, but it was hard as she was sliding back and forth, owned by Rupert and his clever fingers.
Kyle freed his cock. It was long and thick and circumcised, the tip a deep mauve and his slit wide.
Lottie moaned. Her master was right, as always; a dick in her mouth would help her control her orgasm. This was feeling too damn good.
“Give it to her,” Rupert said.
“Does she swallow?”
“Yes.”
Lottie closed her eyes and opened her mouth wider. Trying not to come was now nearly as painful as the spanks she’d taken on her arse. A tell-tale tingling in her belly told her that her climax was brewing out of control.
“Here, you go, take me, sweet little sub,” Kyle said, cupping her jaw and resting the tip of his hot cock on her lips. “That’s it, don’t be shy, do as your master says.”
Lottie rested her tongue on her bottom lip, curling it so Kyle had a smooth platform to glide in on.
He pushed in, a firm steady drive that took him to the back of her throat. He didn’t go too far though, she didn’t gag, and
Rupert was moving the chair again, into a position right behind her so if he were seated, her arse and pussy would be at his face level.
He sat and she rested her cheek on her folded forearms, facing away from the breadboard this time and looking at the edge of the table.
She was so exposed, so aroused and open for him… and Kyle.
“So wet,” Rupert said. “Delightful.”
A thick invasion entered her pussy; two, maybe three fingers.
She clamped around them, loving the full feeling.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it, grip me,” Rupert said.
So it was Rupert, not Kyle, touching her.
She was glad. Nothing ever compared to her master’s touch. Though she’d be happy for Kyle to touch her if that pleased Rupert; that was how they operated and she was pleased that Kinton Kink Club played by the same rules and standards. But still, her master’s touch… nothing compared.
Rupert clamped her arse to the table with one hand and pumped his fingers in and out of her with the other.
Soft, squelching noises filled the room. She could have been embarrassed but she was so turned on, so in need of release that she didn’t care.
Plus, Rupert was hitting her G-spot, massaging that special place so well in that expert way of his. He wasn’t gentle, and she was glad. The industrious, determined way he did this was just how she liked it.
She groaned. It would be hard not to come. The dense sensation of his finger-fucking and the heat of her buttocks had her orgasm simmering already.
“If you could stand by her head, Kyle, I’d appreciate that,” Rupert said.
“Of course.”
Kyle came into her view, his groin level with her face. He was erect, the outline of his cock clearly visible through his smart trousers.
“Don’t come, sub,” Rupert said, “not until I tell you to.”
“Oh, God…” she moaned. “It’s so…” She bucked her hips to meet his jabbing thrusts. They were hard, mean, right on target. He was putting solid male muscle behind his movements, stabbing and prodding her pussy. “Ah, yeah…”
“No, don’t you dare,” Rupert said sternly. He reached for her hair and tugged.
“Ah…” She was forced to lift her face from her arms. She parted her lips and breathed hard, trying to control the pressure that had grown in her pelvis and that was still growing.
How could Rupert expect her to comply when he was doing that? He knew she could barely contain herself when he applied that kind of pressure to her G-spot.
“Take her mouth, Kyle,” Rupert said, “it will give her something else to think about until I allow her to come on my hand.”
“With pleasure,” Kyle said.
Lottie watched as he undid the silver buckle on his belt, the light catching on the embossed infinity knot. Her focus wavered; Rupert was shifting her on the table with each of his enthusiastic rams into her pussy. She clenched her fists and tried to keep her feet on the floor, but it was hard as she was sliding back and forth, owned by Rupert and his clever fingers.
Kyle freed his cock. It was long and thick and circumcised, the tip a deep mauve and his slit wide.
Lottie moaned. Her master was right, as always; a dick in her mouth would help her control her orgasm. This was feeling too damn good.
“Give it to her,” Rupert said.
“Does she swallow?”
“Yes.”
Lottie closed her eyes and opened her mouth wider. Trying not to come was now nearly as painful as the spanks she’d taken on her arse. A tell-tale tingling in her belly told her that her climax was brewing out of control.
“Here, you go, take me, sweet little sub,” Kyle said, cupping her jaw and resting the tip of his hot cock on her lips. “That’s it, don’t be shy, do as your master says.”
Lottie rested her tongue on her bottom lip, curling it so Kyle had a smooth platform to glide in on.
He pushed in, a firm steady drive that took him to the back of her throat. He didn’t go too far though, she didn’t gag, and
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