Page 34 of A Master's Destiny
She makes that little squeak again before closing the door. Seconds later, we hear the shower turn on.
Anderson claps me on the shoulder. “Feels like old times, buddy.”
I stare out the large window and smile. “It sure does.”
“How should we proceed?” Anderson asks me as he begins to undress.
“We’ll let her direct this encounter,” I reply, ripping off my t-shirt before removing my sweats.
By the time she opens the bathroom door, she finds us both lying on her bed, completely naked.
Vivian walks out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. She stares at us as if she can’t believe what she is seeing. Putting both hands to her mouth, she cries excitedly, “This can’t be really happening!”
I hold out my hand to her. “Come to bed.”
She walks toward me as though she is being irresistibly drawn to me. I watch her eyes widen when she notices Anderson’s substantial girth. Her gaze then darts to my cock, and she unconsciously licks her lips.
Still wearing his hat, Anderson asks with a drawl, “Ready for your spanking, birthday girl?”
“Oh, God, yes!”
“You can lose the towel, darlin’.”
Vivian doesn’t move, but she does say hesitantly, “To be honest, it’s been a while since I let a man see me naked.”
I understand her insecurity, but there is no need for it. “Bare yourself.”
She immediately responds to my command and opens her towel, letting it fall to the floor.
I smile while Anderson lets out a long whistle of appreciation.
Vivian is a curvaceous piece of art. Her large breasts and wide hips are more enticing than she knows, so I tell her, “Turn and show us all of you.”
Biting her bottom lip, Vivian turns slowly, letting us enjoy the roundness of her belly and the plumpness of her lovely ass.
I long to plunder it all and command, “Come.”
Without needing further urging, Vivian jumps onto the bed and crawls in between us, lying on her stomach.
Trembling in anticipation, she looks at us both.
“Shall we take turns spanking her?” I ask Anderson as we sit up and get into position.
“Definitely.”
“Do you like it hard or soft, Vivian?” I ask before we begin.
“Medium, Sir Davis,” she answers with an excited squeak.
“Medium it is, then.”
I hold up my hand and call out the number one as I spank her soundly on the ass. The sight of her flesh rippling so tantalizingly from the impact captivates me. Vivian lets out a sweet little yelp, followed by a string of giggles.
Anderson counts out her second swat, filling the air with a satisfying smack.
I rub her ass cheek lightly before I deliver her third spank.
The two of us take our time, using her birthday spanking as a form of sensual foreplay.
