She wants him to break

“I think, I'll keep teasing you for as long as I can get away with it.” Charlotte answered pressing herself against him again. “Let me explain.” She added when she saw the doubt and concern in Mr. Fuller's eyes.

She knelt on the great bed by the outlaw’s side and used her hands to caress his chest and belly moving in ever-lower circles on his torso following a line of dark hair that led to his groin. “I have a book written to arouse the libido of its readers." Charlotte teased the naked man boldly, pleased with his clear response to her caresses. "The book describes how a wickedly sinful Lady Katherine in King Arthur's court toyed with her groomsman, deliberately tempting him with her gentle teasing and soft body.” By now Back Brand’s member was growing in her hands it was hot and throbbing clearly responding to her touch.

Charlotte related the tale as she squeezed the thick manhood in her hands. “You see when young Percival first arrived at King Arthur's court, before he was a knight or even a squire, he was assigned to serve and guard Lady Katherine.” The outlaw’s cock twitched in her hand and she kissed its purple head touching the tip her tongue to it experimentally. She could taste the saltiness of their union and instead of being revolted by it found herself licking his fleshy head again.

“Would you like me to tell you the tale as I remember it?” Charlotte asked as she ran her hands over the length of the throbbing shaft “Or should I use my mouth for a more earthy purpose?”

“Auughh.” Mr. Fuller grunted inarticulately as Charlotte used her thumb to spread the moisture from her tongue over the head of his cock. Encouraged by his response to her experimentation she dripped a little more spittle on the tip of his cock and massaged it slowly as she spoke.

"This wicked Lady Katherine delighted in tormenting the impoverished young Percival," Charlotte recounted the tale as she stroked his manhood. "She'd lift her skirts flashing her ankle at him when she mounted her horse, and with each dismount she deliberately pressed her body against his shamefully sliding her breasts against his broad chest." Charlotte demonstrated by dragging her barely covered breasts across Mr. Fuller's torso, the act sent out waves of pleasure as her nipples tightened and Fuller's groan assured her that she was doing something right.

"How long, Mr. Fuller, do you think you could have kept your hands off of this teasing doe-eyed noblewoman if you had been the humble squire?"

"Not long, Miss Charlotte." He groaned and his hands roamed eagerly along her form. "What else did that wicked, wicked Lady Katherine do?" Mr. Fuller asked and Charlotte knew that the combination of the story and her hands were working well. She skipped to Lady Katherine's most outrageous act.

"That teasing maiden took her poor groomsman with her to a secluded pool deep in the forest." Charlotte continued, "She insisted that Percival watch over her while she stood waist deep in the water and bathed. She was careful to face away from him so he saw nothing but her smooth back and shoulders as she splashed water onto her fair skin." Charlotte climbed from the bed and turned her back on Mr. Fuller, as she mimed washing her arms and neck she peeked coyly over her shoulder pleased to see Mr.Fuller stroking his erection as he stared at her in undisguised lust. "When even that no longer amused her she ordered him to bring her a brush - making him wade into the pool behind her and then work the brush through her golden tresses as she stood naked just inches from his strong hands."

"So does Percival ever get to sample this teasing Lady?" Charlotte could sense that his question had to do more with her and Mr. Fuller than with Lady Katherine and young Percival.

“Yes he does, because eventually our wicked Lady Katherine makes a mistake; she rides too far ahead of her squire and finds herself captured by the Black Knight of Chester Crossing." Charlotte explained as she returned to sit at his side on the bed and boldly dipped her mouth once more to the head of his cock coating the thick knob with saliva. "When Percival catches up, he finds that the Black Knight has captured and stripped Lady Katherine and staked her spread-eagle to the ground wearing nothing but a shift perhaps just a little longer than this camisole of mine.”

“And was Sir Percival able to preserve his Lady's virtue?” Asked Randy both intrigued by the tale and Lady Marlton’s enthusiastic experimentation with his manhood - or had she teased other men just like this? Randy found he did not care for that thought and pushed it away secure in the knowledge that he at least, was the only man she had lain with.

“Well, young Percival defeated the Black Knight.” Miss Charlotte was explaining but had to pause in the recounting to take the head of his cock in her mouth yet again before continuing. “And the terms of the joust was that the winner should be the man to deflower the helpless lady.”

“And so he got to claim the fair lady.” Randy said reaching out to take Miss Marlton in his arms.

“Not so fast,” The teasing beauty laughed slapping away his hands playfully. “Oh, our hero made her squirm – much like you did to me I might add – but before he could take her, a new knight arrived with his own prize. The Red Knight was the brother of Lady Katherine's defeated captor, and he brought with him a spirited highland duchess who struggled and kicked as she too was staked to the ground right next to Lady Katherine." Randy could not help recalling how Lady Marlton had squirmed under him as he chained her to the bed, but she was continuing with the tale and he listened attentively. "Percival then defeated the Red Knight, but before he could claim the two maiden's virtues, the last evil brother arrived with a dark haired-Welsh princess in chains.” Randy could feel his cock painfully erect now. Whether it was Miss Charlotte’s hands and mouth, or the tale she was reciting Randy no longer much cared but he knew that if she didn’t stop teasing him soon he'd have to take matters into his own hands. Who would have thought a modest maid like Lady Charlotte could intrigue and tease him like a high priced courtesan.

“When Percival won the final duel against the Gold Knight he won the right to claim all three of the bound noblewomen.” Miss Charlotte explained as she straddled the highwayman, her soft thighs pressing against his. “He took them. All three of them.” She whispered fiercely even as she rolled his member against her soft belly. “Deflowering one virtuous maiden after the other.” He could see that she was not going to last much longer, but neither was he so when she shortened the events into a single rambling sentence it was a blessing for both of them. “First he tamed the wild Lady Katherine and the Scottish noblewoman while they were still staked to the ground making them beg for more...” Miss Charlotte teased him one last time as she gripped his shaft firmly and rubbed it against her dripping slit “....but by the time he finished with the first two squirming virgins poor Percival found himself completely spent.”

Once again Charlotte’s small hands pressed Mr. Fuller’s cock against her warm belly and slid up and down making the once fearsome Black Brand groan with desire. “However, Percival was determined to have all three of his prizes, so he cut free the last trembling princess and ordered her to revive his shrunken member with her gentle hands and soft mouth. When the innocent princess at last figured out how to please a man in this way and his lance was once again ready for a joust, he made her ride him just like this.”

Charlotte lifted herself high above him and guided his throbbing cock into her aching pussy. She was still sore from their last encounter, but was as excited as her captor seemed to be as she lowered herself carefully onto his erection. The feeling of his thick member rising into her core was overwhelming. Charlotte almost forgot the intent of this teasing was to make Mr. Fuller loose control, but after the initial burst of pleasure, she returned to her torment with renewed purpose.

“Which of these lovely ladies would you like me to be?" Lady Marlton asked him as she ceased her twisting on his rod waiting for him to react to her teasing. "The wicked Lady Katherine who was such a tease, the spirited highland redhead who struggled and fought as he deflowered her or the demure Welsh princess who rode him as he impaled her from below?"