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Now it’s your turn…

How much do you wish you were her? Restrained while your body is oiled and massaged, knowing there is so much more to come…

They had been waiting so patiently for this… to have her all alone; she knew it was coming, she fantasised about it, craved it, yet it was still a surprise when they did finally make their move.

It was the perfect opportunity, secluded in the holiday resort with the object of their desires. She had given them more than one hint that she was curious.

She had, however, not quite expected them to restrain her once she woke. Even though sleeping naked made it clear she was welcoming it, the feeling of being helpless was quite intense, particularly with knowing that they had been yearning for the opportunity to show her the joys women could give for a very long time. There was no teasing, no gentle introduction. They simply pounced on her at this opportunity and had their way with her, their intentions quite clear – to make her come harder than ever before.

I like to play with my food first.

“No, it’s okay, you carry on playing. I’m going to be playing too, and I want you to tell everyone listening just what I am playing with.”

“Come on now, sweetie, we are all women here. We know how it feels; that is why we know you can take more, lots and lots more, no matter how much you struggle”

“You are going to stay there and tell us all what is on your mind; we are going to carry on until your legs can no longer take it.”

She knows how it feels when you want to clamp your legs shut from climaxing so hard, afraid to open them, your legs still shaking. That is why she holds you tightly in her grasp, to keep you pinned in place. You won’t be stopping anything. You won’t be moving anywhere.

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Exhibition of Lust

At this moment, she is nothing but a helpless exhibition of lust.

The show had been a hit for the night, the audience all applauding at every expected moment, yet the erotic dancing and the simulated displays of passion were all merely a warm-up for the main act.

After an evening of enjoyable yet light entertainment, the audience was anticipating what they had been truly waiting for, ready for the curtains to open once more for the final show.

Silence descended over the room as the curtains opened, revealing the nameless starlet, hanging helplessly and exposed to the female teaser standing beside her, ready to give the crowd what they wanted. A wet, tantalising heat seemed to radiate from the stage as the teaser wordlessly began her work.

The audience sat in silence, appreciating the beauty before them, each devouring the visual splendour, soothed with the delicious whimpers of arousal drifting through the room like the softest notes of music ever played. The starlet could not stop herself from whimpering and moaning with pleasure while the silence of the audience – locked in awed concentration – seemed to amplify the sound of every wet slap to her pussy. Every stroke and teasing touch made her shiver in need of more, yet she knew that the teaser was not here to give her such relief: the audience was here to see much more.

The teaser knew just when to hold back and just when to push a little further, just when to nibble the girl’s pussy lips and just when to push forward and suck on her clitoris hard. The only time the audience made any noise was when murmurs of appreciation spread amongst them once the starlet began to beg. This is exactly what the audience had come to see, desire at its rawest, at its purest, at its most intense.