The Facesitting Bar (Part 4) - Sex Stories

The Facesitting Bar (Part 4)

The curvy woman was getting increasingly aroused as the twelve men arrived at the bar. Her blatantly short and flirty red dress was quivering on her body and her hips were swaying to the music as she strutted back and forth through the mass of male aftershave and tall toned bodies. Even with her high leather heels, she was the shortest person in the room and her body tingled with goose bumps as she imagined how that would change.

“Shall we start, boys?” she called flirtily with a flick of blonde hair.

Lined up along one side of the bar were twelve heavy mesh cages, two and a half feet high by two feet wide and three feet deep. Each had a door at the front, which allowed access to the confined space inside. The cages were mounted on small wheels allowing them to roll around the room.

“Sorry, they were the biggest I could find,” she lied, her body tingling as the handpicked, athletic men struggled to fit inside the cage, sliding in backwards with their heads bowed down.

The curvy woman strutted up to the first cage and used her high heel to swing the heavy door closed in the man's face. There was a metallic clang and click as the door automatically locked.

“We all have to suffer for love,” she called as his gorgeously bewildered eyes looked up at her through the inescapable mesh bars.

“Now, these cages can only be opened with keys that have been sent to tonight’s women.” She looked down at the man beneath her, “Each key can be used only once.”

The newly ...

... imprisoned man just stared up, totally intimidated by the cream satin lingerie that was now perched on the grille above his head. She stood up and twisted her head back to check her short dress was tight around her waist and flared out as it curved over her full butt, giving her guests more than a teasing glimpse beneath.

The curvy woman was buzzing. She was now the tallest person in the room as she paced between the cages. She stopped at each cage in turn, lifted her leg and nudged each door closed with her shoe or her thigh. Each man consoled himself with a flash of her lingerie as she robbed them of their freedom, their doors clicking shut and engaging their dangerously easy self-locking mechanism.

“Tonight, the ladies get to choose,” she announced, increasingly turned on as her voice and the clip of her stilettos dominated the room.

“The first six women will each choose a man to unlock and take to the facesitting bar,” she announced to her captive audience as the bolts on the last cage dropped into place, “You may want to be at your captivating best,” she smiled, “because after the first women have chosen their partners, the six men who are left will have to wait for the next session.”

In some ways, that was almost her favourite bit and she paused, her hands touching her dress, exploring her hard nipples as she spoke. “I will lock the remaining six away in the storage room where you will wait for your women… kinda sexy, yeah?” she mouthed, pressing her hands ...