“Pinch harder,” Master stated. “As hard as you can without pushing beyond what you’re comfortable with.”
That wasn’t as easy to do, but I focused my attention, whimpering when I pinched just a little too hard.
“Do you like pain?” Master inquired.
“Some,” I admitted, the word rushing out. “More than I thought I did.”
To have both men watching me made my insides quiver, my pussy throb. If I wasn’t careful, I would come from touching my breasts, something I’d never had happen before.
“You’ve come a long way in a very short time, pet.” Master’s voice was pitched low. “We’re both impressed with your progress.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“I like that you don’t try to hide from us, that you’re willing to trust us.”
The former was something I had to consciously work on because my natural instinct was to hide my nudity. But I had learned in the past couple of months that they instructed me to do things that would please them. And that was my main focus.
“Don’t stop,” Sir snapped when I moaned, my hands slipping.
I instantly returned to teasing my own tits, tugging on my nipples as I tried to ignore the residual ache that was building inside me. I continued for several minutes until I was unknowingly squirming, the need for friction on my clit overwhelming.
“I think she likes touching herself,” Master said.
“Do you, sweet girl?” Sir’s eyes never left my chest. “Do you enjoy playing with your tits?”
“Only when you’re watching me,” I admitted around another moan.
“Oh, we’re watching,” he assured me. “When you’re present, it’s hard to do anything but watch you.”
I was still squirming, my desperation ratcheting up a few degrees. I wanted to feel their hands on me, their mouths.
“Stop,” Master barked.
I dropped my hands, my breaths coming rapidly.
“What else do you enjoy doing?” Sir asked as they both freed their cocks from their slacks.
My mouth watered with the need to taste them. “I enjoy…sucking your cocks.”
Never in my life had I thought I would be turned on by dirty talk. Not coming from my mouth, anyway. It was one thing for a man to talk like that, something else for me. However, I could tell they enjoyed it, which made me want to do it more.
“We enjoy that as well,” Master said, his hand gliding up and down his shaft. “Those sweet lips wrapped around my dick…”
“Give me your hand,” Sir insisted.
I offered my left hand. He planted it on his thick cock.
Master took my right hand without giving me instruction and wrapped my fist around his length.
“Stroke us,” Master ordered. “Slowly. And don’t stop until we tell you.”
I started out slow, focusing all my attention on giving them equal pressure, my hands caressing their velvety smooth skin. They hardened even more beneath my ministrations.
Until I had met my bosses, I’d never thought of a cock as being beautiful, but when it came to Master’s and Sir’s, I could understand the terminology. They were long and deliciously thick with smooth skin and wide, bulbous heads. My body knew exactly what they were intended for and the need for them to fill me was intensifying.
Not wanting to rush, I kept my pace slow, then added a twist on the upstroke, my thumbs grazing the tips, slipping through the pre-cum that pooled there. They were both intently focused on me, which only made the encounter that much hotter.
“Mouth or pussy?” Master asked Sir.
My body stirred as I realized what they were intending.
“Mouth.” His eyes met mine. “I want those lips wrapped around my dick, want to feel the tightness of her throat as she swallows me.”
“Stand up, pet,” Master instructed, getting to his feet.
I stood, then moved directly in front of Sir, who also got up from his seat.
“Put those sweet lips on my cock, Luci. Suck my dick like you crave it.”
That wasn’t going to be hard to do because I did crave it.
Sir reached for me without hesitation, guiding my head down to his groin, pressing his cock past my lips. Bent at the waist, I sucked him in deep, relishing the taste of him. He smelled like sin and it made my pussy drip. I was on fire, my body desperate for release.
Strong hands toyed with my ass, cupping and kneading after lifting my skirt out of the way.
“Such a perfect little ass,” Master groaned from behind me.
He gripped my hips, then answered my silent prayer, guiding his cock into my pussy. He nudged me open with the thick crest, then pushed in deep, pulling me back against him. It was an amazing feeling, his cock brushing greedy nerve endings.
And there I stood, one cock in my mouth, one in my pussy as they filled me.
“Now fuck us both,” Sir demanded, his hand resting on my head.
It wasn’t as easy as it looked, but I managed to rock forward and back, impaling myself on Master’s cock, then taking Sir’s between my lips. I had to focus in order to maintain a steady pace.
