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listened to his body. Let her tongue make slow
exploration of him. Tightened her lips and sucked. Swallowed the precum as she
used the tip of her tongue to tease his slit.
    The harder she worked on him, the harder it became to not
jump on him and fuck herself to completion along with him. She fought to ignore
the swelling of her clit, the steady pulse there that kept time with Master Q’s
panting breaths. Her hands tightened on his firm thighs, then caressed their
way up to his balls.
    He groaned and slid forward until he almost fell off the
bench. “That’s good, sub. So fucking good.”
    She took as much of his thick rod in her mouth as she could without
gagging, pressed him against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and sucked.
Pulled back slowly and lowered her mouth again on his cock. Her right hand
kneaded his thigh to keep from reaching between her own legs and spreading the
juices escaping her pussy.
    “Look at me.”
    Keeping her lips tightly around him, she raised her gaze to
his.
    “I want you to watch me come.”
    She nodded slightly and shifted her weight so she could
slide him in and out of her mouth without breaking their visual connection. His
eyes narrowed when his cock jumped. Each time he blinked, the action took a
moment longer than the last, and she thought his eyes rolled once.
    Her pussy clenched in time with her rocking. God, how she
needed to touch herself there! She squeezed her thighs together but it brought
no relief.
    Precum flowed more steadily and his balls tightened in her
hand, letting her know the time was there. She sucked in her cheeks, teased his
slit, and wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock.
    His growl echoed in the small room as he erupted, filling
her mouth with his hot cum. She continued to stroke and suck him, swallowing
often, and didn’t slow until the tension in his body drained.
    At last he cupped her head in his hands. “That’s enough.
More than enough. Thank you.”
    “Thank you, Master Q.” She wondered if her eyes were as
glassy as she felt they must be. His orgasm had brought her so close to one
herself, with no contact on her clit.
    Master C touched her shoulder. “Bring the pillow over here
now.”
    Oh God, he’d been watching her the whole time. Watching her
suck off his friend. She cringed deep inside in embarrassment, but when she saw
how hard his cock was, the emotion quickly fled.
    He’d enjoyed the show. Her performance had pleased two men.
Her ego did a little strutting happy dance. Who would have thought she was hot
enough to make men wait in line for her?
    Those thoughts quickly stepped aside when she focused on
Master C’s cock. He was closer to coming and needed less stimulation, she
thought, so she worked to make it that much more intense. Wondering where this
sort of knowledge came from, she wrapped her flattened tongue around his width.
Drew her tightened lips up the length of him.
    She kept eye contact with him from the start, before she
realized she hadn’t been given permission and tore her gaze away. She didn’t
think her ass could withstand another flogging. Although her pussy would sure
enjoy it.
    As soon as she looked away, he called her back. “No, no,
watch me as you suck me. Spread your knees as far as you can there and play
with your pussy. Make yourself come with me.”
    Her eyes flared in delight. Quickly she dipped her middle
finger into her wetness and spread it over her clit. She pressed hard against
the nub, then flicked her fingernail across it.
    She stroked herself with the same rhythm she used on his
cock, her free hand toying with his sac. She bobbed her head faster as her own
tension built.
    “Don’t come until I tell you,” Master C ordered in a tight
voice.
    Pressing her finger firmly against her clit stopped the
ascent for a moment. She stroked her tongue around the cock deep in her mouth,
increasing tension with her lips. He had to be close, as she was ready to
burst.
    His eyes, barely