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The Facesitting Bar (Part 4)
Date: 12/6/2023, Categories: Facesitting, Author: AndreaJordan
... trembled with desperate longing as Natalie’s toned legs stepped past his cage. * Suddenly there was a clatter as the curvy woman rolled Jake’s cage over to the cage on his left. As if moving trolleys at the supermarket, she then leaned over, her towering legs pumping as she rolled all six cages across the bar and into the small windowless storeroom. The curvy woman had a particular fascination for this part of the evening. Of course, she felt pity for them, storing them away like unwanted objects, but she also felt a certain thrill of bratty abandonment. Her short dress was even shorter for the men locked in her cages, and she loved to listen to the clattering as each man tried to watch her legs as they brushed against the sides of their cages. Some tried to catch her eye in the hope that a smile might get them a free pass to the next round. It didn’t. She rewarded a couple with a wink and an air kiss, but no more. With all the cages now packed closely together in storage, she stood by the door and showed off with a twirl of her voluptuous body and then a twirl of the storeroom key between her fingers. “Six men, one key,” she teased, “hope I don’t lose it.” “Put it in your bra?” one man called out hopefully. “Or maybe my vagina?” the curvy woman replied silkily. There was stunned silence as the woman started to touch herself. “Sorry sweeties, your door may stay locked a little longer while I go masturbate.” She edged out through a crack in the ...
... door with a foxy smile on her lips. She closed the door behind her, the heavy lock mechanism clunking loudly as she slipped away to her bedroom. * Almost two hours later, the door to the windowless storeroom unlocked with a medieval jangle of keys and the curvy woman strutted in, treating her prisoners to a sexy pose and twirl. “Hello, my darlings,” the curvy woman called, “Are you ready to enjoy the intimate confinement of the female form?” They all looked so sweet lined up in their cages, completely unaware that she had been watching them from her bedroom. She had been naked, with her laptop propped between her legs, masturbating while watching them on the all-seeing CCTV. Gorgeously strong male muscle had tensed and flexed yet no one had escaped their cages. She had wanted to return to the room naked, walk along the line of cages with her full femineity on shown, her naked cheeks and breasts bouncing out of reach on the other side of the bars. She imagined sitting on the cold steel mesh and soaking in their adoration. Maybe, though, that would have been unfair. “The keys to unlock your cages have arrived… accompanied by six gorgeous women,” she giggled before wheeling the cages one by one into the empty bar. * The next group of women chatted and giggled as they entered the room. Jake looked up, hoping to make the most of this enforced encounter when he saw his old high school English teacher. ‘Miss Fallon’, Jake couldn’t remember her first name. ...