The Facesitting Bar (Part 4) - Sex Stories

The Facesitting Bar (Part 4)

... show for it.

“I love how you’re enjoying this,” the man smiled, “You’re beautifully kinky.”

Natalie grinned. It was a good answer. She playfully flicked back her hair and edged closer, “I’ll give you one last chance to fantasise the key out of my undies.”

The man closed his eyes, parted his gorgeous lips, and looked as if he was about to cum as his eyelids flickered, “Wow, you’re really trying,” she murmured, “You really believe that magic will get you out of the cage.”

But by the time he opened his eyes, Natalie was gone.

*

Jake flicked from despair to hope as Natalie meandered back to his cage. She flicked up her short dress and plonked herself down on the mesh. “Nat, we’re almost out of time,” he breathed.

But her beautifully kinky mind was wondering. She had once made Jake mad by leaving him handcuffed to the railings outside her apartment, forcing him to spend the night sleeping in the flowerbed. As soon as she had freed him, he had led her inside and pinned her forcefully to the bed. She had charmed her way to his cock and given him oral sex, after which he had clamped his thighs shut around her neck and kept her captive between his gorgeously muscled thighs. He had then kept her on a short leash all day, chaining her ankle to the couch as they watched a movie.

Natalie opened her eyes and shook her head jealously at a blonde woman who was trying to approach Jake’s cage. Natalie then bobbed down, bouncing on her haunches as she gazed through the ...

... mesh.

“Would you be really mad…” she paused and bit her lip.

“No way, Nat!” Jake breathed, his hands straining against the door.

“Shush… or our strict hostess will punish you,” Natalie warned.

She watched his dark eyes glimmer behind the bars, the mood lighting and shadowy steel giving a wonderfully medieval atmosphere. How many princesses had done the same, she wondered, condemning their men to life imprisonment or death and Jake’s lovely eyes were pleading as much as anyone’s.

Jake was equally transfixed by glimpses of Natalie’s smiling blue eyes and the dangerously cute freckles on her nose that twitched from a seemingly unobtainable world outside his cage, “I’ll be put away in storage,” he begged.

“Wow, that’s kinda cool.”

“Please let me out, Nat… otherwise you know what I’ll do,” Jake mouthed, discretely trying to kick open the door without stimulating his erection and cumming in his jeans.

Natalie just nodded. A curl of brunette hair fell across her face and Jake instinctively tried to brush it away before remembering that she was hopelessly out of reach.

Suddenly he felt a pang of jealousy. “Who are you going with?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m just on a high watching your gorgeous eyes.”

“You bitch…”

“Will you treat me like one later, darling?” Natalie.

“Why are you so fucking irresistible?” he panted.

Natalie walked away to insert her key into Brad’s lock and lead him across to the facesitting bar. “Have a wonderful evening.” Jake ...