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lube on the guests. First the genitals, and then between the buttocks. Amanda always enjoyed watching the guests’ reactions. Arousal made people look so different. Act different, too. More primal, and usually more pliant. They’d already burst through inhibition, just by disrobing in a group. Once aroused and lubed by staff who said and did the right things, the group would be primed to give and receive pleasure. It was endlessly interesting to Amanda that most people seemed more concerned about delivering arousal with exploring hands and mouths than hurrying to get off.
She watched greedily as the dancers moved to the pulsing dance music, hands travelling between legs, up torsos, every which way. One of the men got bold and reached down to grasp another man’s shaft. His unsuspecting target didn’t look too comfortable with it at first, but then a woman stepped up behind him. She whispered something, making him relax and go with it.
Good old Zoo, Amanda thought. Her attention wandered for a while, watching as the other clutches of club-goers began to loosen up. The slaves had moved onto one of the wallflower groups, where Amanda spotted a familiar face. Scott Milazzo.
She was glad to see him there. Of course, he couldn’t recognize her with the mask on, but she knew he would enjoy the show. Definitely would enjoy what he himself would experience as one of the slaves began to unbutton his shirt.
Just when the slave was about to strip off Scott’s boxers, a pair of hands touching her ribs just beneath her breasts made Amanda flinch. She’d been so busy gawking, she hadn’t heard Josh arrive on set.
She wasn’t sure what he would want her to do, so at first, she didn’t do anything except back up a step to bring her buttocks into contact with his thighs, deliberately pressing back in a seductive wave. She peered up at him over her shoulder. He too wore a mask. It covered only his eyes, and didn’t stop him from leaning forward to press his mouth to her neck. He used his teeth to set her thighs on fire.
She let out a breathy moan of pleasure. “What are you going to do to me?”
He slid his hands up her ribs to her breasts. “Whatever I want.”
She whimpered, and closed her eyes as he gave each nipple a pinch. Darts of pleasure-pain zipped down to her pussy.
Josh put a knee between hers, forcing her stance a hair wider. She knew she was in for a wild session as Josh let one hand fall to her mound. No tease, no working his way up to it tonight. He poked a finger into her pussy, then drew it out and ran it forward, over her clit. Then back again, and forward once more, jumpstarting her need to fuck him senseless.
“Oh, God,” she breathed. “That feels so good.”
She moved her hips, letting him hold his finger still while she rubbed against it. Slower than before. Needful and wanton because she knew that such blatant signs of her own hunger for him tended to drive Josh crazy.
Indeed it worked. Again he lowered his head to rest against her neck, heated breath flowing against her skin and calling forth something primitive. With his free hand, he pinched and rolled her nipple, unleashing a pang so strong she cried out behind the mask.
He immediately withdrew both hands. “Better slow things down.”
Amanda was both grateful and disappointed as Josh turned her around to face away from the dance floor. She got a glimpse of bare, taut torso and black lace-up breeches, then a nice long look at finely muscled shoulders as Josh went to a corner. He picked up the smaller of the two platforms they had tested her very first night on the job.
He fitted the piece over the short post as before, and beckoned her forward to rest comfortably on the platform and have her wrists bound to the post. And as ever, her body’s imagination created a powerful reaction to bending over this way with her pussy and anus on view. It produced a rush of excitement as she imagined every eye in the place fixed between her legs.
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She watched greedily as the dancers moved to the pulsing dance music, hands travelling between legs, up torsos, every which way. One of the men got bold and reached down to grasp another man’s shaft. His unsuspecting target didn’t look too comfortable with it at first, but then a woman stepped up behind him. She whispered something, making him relax and go with it.
Good old Zoo, Amanda thought. Her attention wandered for a while, watching as the other clutches of club-goers began to loosen up. The slaves had moved onto one of the wallflower groups, where Amanda spotted a familiar face. Scott Milazzo.
She was glad to see him there. Of course, he couldn’t recognize her with the mask on, but she knew he would enjoy the show. Definitely would enjoy what he himself would experience as one of the slaves began to unbutton his shirt.
Just when the slave was about to strip off Scott’s boxers, a pair of hands touching her ribs just beneath her breasts made Amanda flinch. She’d been so busy gawking, she hadn’t heard Josh arrive on set.
She wasn’t sure what he would want her to do, so at first, she didn’t do anything except back up a step to bring her buttocks into contact with his thighs, deliberately pressing back in a seductive wave. She peered up at him over her shoulder. He too wore a mask. It covered only his eyes, and didn’t stop him from leaning forward to press his mouth to her neck. He used his teeth to set her thighs on fire.
She let out a breathy moan of pleasure. “What are you going to do to me?”
He slid his hands up her ribs to her breasts. “Whatever I want.”
She whimpered, and closed her eyes as he gave each nipple a pinch. Darts of pleasure-pain zipped down to her pussy.
Josh put a knee between hers, forcing her stance a hair wider. She knew she was in for a wild session as Josh let one hand fall to her mound. No tease, no working his way up to it tonight. He poked a finger into her pussy, then drew it out and ran it forward, over her clit. Then back again, and forward once more, jumpstarting her need to fuck him senseless.
“Oh, God,” she breathed. “That feels so good.”
She moved her hips, letting him hold his finger still while she rubbed against it. Slower than before. Needful and wanton because she knew that such blatant signs of her own hunger for him tended to drive Josh crazy.
Indeed it worked. Again he lowered his head to rest against her neck, heated breath flowing against her skin and calling forth something primitive. With his free hand, he pinched and rolled her nipple, unleashing a pang so strong she cried out behind the mask.
He immediately withdrew both hands. “Better slow things down.”
Amanda was both grateful and disappointed as Josh turned her around to face away from the dance floor. She got a glimpse of bare, taut torso and black lace-up breeches, then a nice long look at finely muscled shoulders as Josh went to a corner. He picked up the smaller of the two platforms they had tested her very first night on the job.
He fitted the piece over the short post as before, and beckoned her forward to rest comfortably on the platform and have her wrists bound to the post. And as ever, her body’s imagination created a powerful reaction to bending over this way with her pussy and anus on view. It produced a rush of excitement as she imagined every eye in the place fixed between her legs.
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