Page 63 of Meet Mason, the Billionaire

Maybe that’s why I found her so special. The fact her cunt was delicious certainly didn’t hurt. I’d slithered out of my clothes, and it was a good thing because Megan had already squirted once, and I was hoping to get her to do so again.

I slid my hand under her back, feeling the soft cottony tail beneath my probing fingers. I grasped the plug and worked it in and out while I ate her pussy. With a little encouragement, she rolled over onto her side. I splayed her leg up over my shoulder and dove back in.

“God, Mason,” she groaned. “I’m—I’m cumming again.”

Good, that’s the whole point.

I lashed her clitoris with my tongue, sliding all over the entrapped organ. I fell into a rhythm with the tail thrusting, totally by accident but it seemed to be working for Megan. Her gloved hands tangled up in my hair and pressed my face into her pussy.

“Oh my Gooooooood!” She shrieked. Her body spasmed about as she unleashed a deluge of her sweet juices into my face. The tail plug shot out into my hand as she thrashed around on the cabin floor.

I backed off for a moment, though my hand still rested on her pussy, claiming ownership. I waited as she worked her way through the aftershocks of her orgasm, licking her juices off my lips.

Then I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small black velvet bag. I set the bag on her rearing belly. She lifted her head enough to see it.

“What’s that?” she asked between pants.

“Another present. One I think you’ll enjoy.”

I opened the bag and withdrew what looked somewhat like a metal T with curving, concentric bars. Three small metal spheres hung from each side.

“What’s that for?” She asked with interest. “I’ve never even seen anything like that, and I thought I’d seen everything.”

“It’s just a little jewelry for your sweet little clitty.”

I used my fingers to pry the two concentric bars making the T apart slightly, then slid the affair down over her clitoral hood.

“Oh!” She gasped. “It pinches.”

“Too much?” I asked.

“No,” she said, shaking her head, eyes squeezing shut. “Just right.”

I twisted the rubberized grip, holding the clamp in place via its own tension, and let go. It stayed in place, pinching her clitoris up into an inviting purple button.

She sat up enough to look at it. Her chest heaved with hot pants as she licked her lips.

“What do you think? Do you like it?”

“I love it. It felt really good when you put it on, too.”

“Stand up,” I said, tugging on her hands.

“Are you kidding me?” She laughed. “My legs are like rubber.”

“You’ll have to manage somehow.”

She grinned, and I got her to her feet. I sat down in my seat and gestured at her. “Put your hands behind your head.”

Megan did so, a drip of juice falling from her pussy and staining the carpet. The whole cabin smelled like sex. I’d inundated myself with her pussy juice, though, so I couldn’t be certain it was just me smelling it.

“Now sway those hips for me, little rabbit. Make your pretty new jewelry dance.”

Megan laughed. “You’re flattering me if you think I know the first thing about dancing sexy.”

“You’re a very intelligent, creative young woman. I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Well, my friend Sage says that when you dance, pretend like you’re fucking, so…”

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