she stared as Master Barry brought her panties up close to his nose and sniffed. Her face heated even more, but her body was turned on by the erotic, earthy display.
“Mmm, you smell delicious, sub. Her panties are drenched.”
“Good girl.” Master Turner threaded his fingers into her hair. He tugged slightly, tilting her head up and back. She didn’t have time to think before his mouth was covering hers. He slammed his mouth over hers with a kiss so wild and carnal another gush of her nectar seeped from her pussy to wet her inner thighs.
Charlie couldn’t believe how aroused she was at having an audience while Master Turner devoured her mouth. She whimpered as his tongue danced with hers and then he nipped her lower lip. That whimper turned to a gasp when he slid his hand up the front of her skirt and nudged her thighs wider. His caress roved higher and higher until he was just inches away from her pussy.
He lifted his mouth from hers and pinned her with his eyes as he pushed his hand up further and cupped her mound. Charlie sobbed with pleasure as he ground his palm over her labia and clit.
“You like being watched, don’t you, Charlene?” Master Turner moved his hand so that his fingers caressed up and down her slit.
She mewled with delight and thrust her pelvis forward, unconsciously begging for more of his touch. “Yes!”
Master Barry walked up behind her and wrapped one of his arms around her middle once more. He pulled her back to his front and held her against him tightly so she couldn’t move away.
Master Turner thrust a finger up into her sheath, making her cry out her pleasure. When he began to pump his digit in and out of her cunt, cream leaked from her body continuously, in copious amounts. She groaned as her internal walls tightened. She was on the verge of climax, but that groan turned to a sob of frustration when Master Turner removed his finger from her pussy hole.
“Such a sexy little sub,” Master Turner stated and then to her carnal fascination brought his finger up to his mouth and licked it clean. “Hmm, so sweet and musky. I can’t wait to eat you out, Charlene.”
“If you need any help, Master Turner, just let me know,” Master Tank stated from behind the bar.
Charlie whipped her head around and saw the heat in Master Tank’s eyes as he perused her from head to toe. Wow, she’d never had one man look at her like that before, let alone three. It did wonderful things for her ego.
“Same goes,” another Dom said.
“Me, too,” said another. “I would love to get my hands and mouth on that sexy body.”
“Sorry, gentlemen, this sub is taken,” Master Turner said in a cold, hard voice.
“Pity,” called out another Dom. “Is she as soft and sweet as she looks?”
“Even better,” Master Turner replied. “Let’s take this to the St. Andrew’s Cross.”
Charlie wasn’t sure she wanted to know what that was, but when Master Barry spun her around, bent down, placed his shoulder into her stomach, and then stood back up with her over his shoulder, she knew she was going to find out. Excitement and trepidation warred inside her, but the excitement won out. She wanted this. Wanted to know if the taste of pleasure Master Turner and Master Barry had given her yesterday was a fluke or real.
She had been attracted to them both physically from the first moment she had laid eyes on them, and she felt as though she was beginning to understand Master Barry. Although she was very attracted to Master Turner, too, she still hadn’t worked him out. He praised her when she did what he ordered, but when she took her own time or disobeyed him—like wearing underwear—his eyes went ice cold and all expression left his face.
Charlie clung to Master Barry’s T-shirt, and then she let go as he slowly lowered her feet to the floor. She hadn’t been able to see where he was taking her as her hair had been all over her face, but as she pushed her hair back into some semblance of