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if her body needed any more fodder, Josh added a blindfold over the mask. She did not grumble, though she would have liked to. She liked watching him. She liked watching the crowd, too, and it was often a lot more difficult to control her body when the blindfold forced her focus inward, to notice every small touch, every tiny tinge.
Josh slowed things down for a while. He would disappear for a time, and then reappear to run his palm up one flank and over a buttock. She tensed with every contact, expecting him to spank or do something more aggressive, but he was no amateur anymore. He was reading the audience, she knew. Playing up for them. He let a good ten minutes go by before he finally gave her a smack with his palm that made her clench up tight.
While the sting was still subsiding, he began to rub where he’d slapped. Her back arched in response. The rubbing felt amazing. He stopped, but only to travel to her other side and repeat the slapping and rubbing, no doubt turning her buttocks bright red.
Afterward he disappeared once more and just when she had almost managed to cool off to a manageable degree, he returned to swipe a handful of lube between her legs.
She didn’t expect him to be so abrupt with the next bit. He pressed a smallish butt plug against her anus. She mewled as her body gave contrasting reactions. Part of her blossomed, anxious to feel that sensual fullness. Another part balked at the sudden escalation. It reminded her she was at Josh’s mercy. As if to underline the reminder, he wiggled the plug, making sure he’d set fire to every available nerve ending before giving the plug a solid push and penetrating her ass.
Her muscles protested, clenching and stinging even while powerful arousal radiated every direction from the invasion.
Josh made a low sound of arousal that sent her head into a different space where it stopped trying to predict everything and just drank in every sensation, every swell of pleasure, ignoring everything else.
He introduced something new, then. He had a fringe crop of thick leather strips, and he spent several minutes flogging her ass. He didn’t hit her hard enough to inflict pain. The unpredictable and thick stimulation drew more blood to her bottom, increasing sensitivity that would later contribute, she knew, to a memorable orgasm.
Once again he disappeared for a time while she floated on chemical sensation and the pressure of the butt plug. She heard him return. When his hand went to her crotch and he drove two fingers into her cunt, she exhaled a fluttery sigh.
Josh’s mouth came close to her ear. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“How do you want me? In your pussy or in your ass?”
She hated hard questions when in this state. She didn’t care where he put his cock just then, only that it get there quickly. And forcefully.
“We don’t have much time,” he said. “Probably not enough for your ass to take my cock.”
He pressed his fingers in deep and hard. The sensation was so intense she feared she might come right there on his hand.
He pumped his hand, driving his fingers in ever deeper, and then pulling them out to drive in again. And again.
Her pussy tightened on the verge of orgasm, and then he took his hand away.
“Better idea. You might like this.”
She whimpered in frustration but could hardly wait to experience whatever he had in mind. He disappeared yet again. She heard a number of thumps and scrapes before he reappeared to release her wrist restraints.
He helped her upright and guided her a few steps nearer the glass. “Raise your knee. We’re on the cube again.”
She all but scrambled up onto the thickly padded structure. When she would have flipped over onto her back, he stopped her.
“No.” He climbed on behind her. “Hands and knees.”
What happened next, she would never forget. He got to his knees between hers. After placing one hand at the back of her neck, he made her lean down so that her chest was on
Josh slowed things down for a while. He would disappear for a time, and then reappear to run his palm up one flank and over a buttock. She tensed with every contact, expecting him to spank or do something more aggressive, but he was no amateur anymore. He was reading the audience, she knew. Playing up for them. He let a good ten minutes go by before he finally gave her a smack with his palm that made her clench up tight.
While the sting was still subsiding, he began to rub where he’d slapped. Her back arched in response. The rubbing felt amazing. He stopped, but only to travel to her other side and repeat the slapping and rubbing, no doubt turning her buttocks bright red.
Afterward he disappeared once more and just when she had almost managed to cool off to a manageable degree, he returned to swipe a handful of lube between her legs.
She didn’t expect him to be so abrupt with the next bit. He pressed a smallish butt plug against her anus. She mewled as her body gave contrasting reactions. Part of her blossomed, anxious to feel that sensual fullness. Another part balked at the sudden escalation. It reminded her she was at Josh’s mercy. As if to underline the reminder, he wiggled the plug, making sure he’d set fire to every available nerve ending before giving the plug a solid push and penetrating her ass.
Her muscles protested, clenching and stinging even while powerful arousal radiated every direction from the invasion.
Josh made a low sound of arousal that sent her head into a different space where it stopped trying to predict everything and just drank in every sensation, every swell of pleasure, ignoring everything else.
He introduced something new, then. He had a fringe crop of thick leather strips, and he spent several minutes flogging her ass. He didn’t hit her hard enough to inflict pain. The unpredictable and thick stimulation drew more blood to her bottom, increasing sensitivity that would later contribute, she knew, to a memorable orgasm.
Once again he disappeared for a time while she floated on chemical sensation and the pressure of the butt plug. She heard him return. When his hand went to her crotch and he drove two fingers into her cunt, she exhaled a fluttery sigh.
Josh’s mouth came close to her ear. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“How do you want me? In your pussy or in your ass?”
She hated hard questions when in this state. She didn’t care where he put his cock just then, only that it get there quickly. And forcefully.
“We don’t have much time,” he said. “Probably not enough for your ass to take my cock.”
He pressed his fingers in deep and hard. The sensation was so intense she feared she might come right there on his hand.
He pumped his hand, driving his fingers in ever deeper, and then pulling them out to drive in again. And again.
Her pussy tightened on the verge of orgasm, and then he took his hand away.
“Better idea. You might like this.”
She whimpered in frustration but could hardly wait to experience whatever he had in mind. He disappeared yet again. She heard a number of thumps and scrapes before he reappeared to release her wrist restraints.
He helped her upright and guided her a few steps nearer the glass. “Raise your knee. We’re on the cube again.”
She all but scrambled up onto the thickly padded structure. When she would have flipped over onto her back, he stopped her.
“No.” He climbed on behind her. “Hands and knees.”
What happened next, she would never forget. He got to his knees between hers. After placing one hand at the back of her neck, he made her lean down so that her chest was on
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