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“I thought that was pretty clear.” Charlotte teased the man beside her. She could see the distress in in face but she shared none of his anguish. “You captured the virgin daughter of your enemy, led her bound and helpless to your great bed, and then claimed her as your own.” Her small hand rested on her Highwayman’s chest and she kissed his shoulder softly watching him carefully for his reaction.

“I’m sorry …” he stammered pulling slightly away from her.

“I’m not.” Charlotte answered pressing herself against him again. “I’ll show you.” She added when she saw the doubt and concern in his face. She knelt on the great bed by the outlaw’s side and used her hands to caress his chest and belly moving in circle ever lower on his torso following a line of dark hair that led to his groin.

“I’ve never done this before.” She whispered softly as her small hands reached for his half flaccid member. “But I have a book written to arouse the libido of its readers. The book describes how a shy princess revived the spent member of a unknown squire of King Arthur’s court," Charlotte explained as she stroked the twitching member, "so she could reward him for saving her from a false knight and his two wicked brothers.” By now Back Brand’s manhood was growing in her hands; it was hot and sticky from their juices, but it clearly responding to her touch.

Charlotte continued her naration as she squeezed the thick manhood in her hands. “Young Percival had spent himself claiming two other highborn virgins as they lay staked out on the ground.” The outlaw’s cock twitched in her hand and she kissed its purple head touching the tip her tongue to it just as the raven-haired princess had in the tale. She could taste the saltiness of their union and instead of being revolted by it found herself licking his 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 other purposes?”

“Auughh.” He 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.

“You see each of the wicked brothers had captured an innocent noblewoman to defile.” She explained as her hand caressed his swollen tip. “The hero, Percival, had been given the task of protecting one of the three but the silly nitwit had run off and got herself captured.” Charlotte explained as she teased the man’s cock. “The story only tells of Lady Katherine’s merciless teasing but I’m sure the other two captured maidens must have been equally naughty in their own way.” For just a moment before returning to her tale Charlotte let her mind wonder what misdeeds the other two might have done and how a man like Black Brand would have responded to that kind of teasing. A groan from beneath her refocused her attention to the task at hand.

“Anyway, when young Percival arrived” She continued, pausing only long enough to mouth the head of his cock again coating the thick knob with saliva. "he found the Black Knight had captured and stripped Lady Katherine and staked her spread-eagle to the ground wearing nothing but a shift maybe just a little longer than this camisole of mine.” She picked up the discarded lingerie and held it coyly over her breasts hiding them from his eyes.

“And was Sir Percival able to preserve his Lady's virtue?” Asked Randy both intrigued by the tale and Lady Marlton’s enthusiastic reaction to her first sexual encounter - 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 in the truest sense of the word.

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

“And so it was the young hero who got to claim the fair lady.” Randy said reaching out to take her in his arms.

“Not so fast,” Charlotte laughed, slapping away his hands playfully. “Oh he made her squirm – much like you did to me I might add – but before the squire could take her, the Red Knight arrived with his prize. The lady he led on a chain was a Highlander with flowing blonde hair and a fiery spirit, but she too was staked to the ground right next to Lady Katherine - a second prize for the victor. After Percival won this second joust, he had a little time to toy with the two helpless maidens before the last of the evil brothers arrived with the petite dark-haired princess I was telling you about.” Randy could feel his cock fully restored now, whether it was Charlotte’s hands and mouth, or her reciting of the tale Randy no longer much cared; he knew that if Miss Charlotte didn’t give him some relief soon that he’d explode all over her naked body. Who would have thought a modest maid like Lady Charlotte could intrigue and tease him like a high priced courtesan.

“When Percival finally defeated the oldest brother, he won the right to claim all three of the bound noblewomen.” Charlotte explained as she straddled the highwayman enjoying the feel of his muscular thighs between hers. “He took them. All three of them.” She whispered fiercely even as she rolled his member against her soft belly. “One after the other.” She could see he was not going to last much longer so she shortened the events into a single rambling sentence. “First he tamed the wild Lady Katherine and the Scottish noblewoman while they were still staked to the ground making them beg for more...” Charlotte smiled shyly as she swallowed him one final time coating it with a dripping layer of saliva before continuing “....but by the time he finished with the first two squirming virgins, even poor Percival found himself completely spent.”

Once again Charlotte’s small hands pressed Randy’s cock against her warm belly and slid up and down making him groan with desire. “But Percival was determined to have all three of his prizes, so he cut free the last trembling princess and demanded that she revive his shrunken member with her gentle hands and soft mouth.”

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. “Then he claimed the last of his hard won prizes just like this.” Charlotte gasped in excitement as she reenacted the deflowering of the princess sinking slowly onto Fuller's throbbing rod. "He had the innocent maiden impale herself on his newly revived manhood."

“Ever since I first read that scene,” Charlotte told him, wincing slightly in discomfort as his cock squeezed past her torn membrane, “I’ve wanted to try what she did, to stroke a man until he aches with hardness and then take him up inside me like this, spearing myself upon his shaft.” She closed her eyes as she rocked back and forth on his rock hard manhood. The Welsh princess in the story didn’t even know the name of the man that she had given herself to just as Charlotte knew nothing about Black Brand other than he was her family’s enemy. What she was doing was wrong in so many ways that Charlotte could hardly believe it, but she just didn’t care as she felt the building need in her sex.