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MODELING THE SEX APPARATUS
Hired to model a sexual apparatus, briefly trained to its numerous positions, the tale begins.
Chapter One
Stripping on cue, letting the white terrycloth robe flutter across the floor between her bare feet, she approaches the podium unassisted. Somewhat hesitant, turning, kneeling on the carpeted surface in front of the gleaming apparatus as she faces the room, her nearly nude body glistens under the lights. Breasts swaying beneath the thin straps of the overflowing low cut cups covering her firm globular mounds almost overly large for her slender frame, she positions herself as practiced even as the approving whispers filter forward within earshot. Knees spreading, a deep breath, hands resting palms outward beside her thighs; she glances off to the side, up above the seated patrons as she focuses on the monitor mounted high on a wall. Her enticing black laced lingerie clothed likeness being videoed reflecting back toward her, a youthful, sexy appearance, she can’t help holding back a slight smirk, her streak of exhibitionism leaving her also with sense of nervous excitement.
Her lone handler stepping beside her runs a hand across her tanned flesh, cups a breast, slides his other hand down between the natural part between her spread thighs, his fingers gently flattening her clit beneath the matching thong bottom. Sensing the slightest tremor between her legs, her nipple tingling as just the tip of its hardening nub’s momentarily flipped up across the seam of the lace material, she remains otherwise motionless. Silently waiting as the handler steps around the podium, taking a brief glance downward toward her jiggling breasts, her nipple again partially exposed as she’s arched back, she feels his hands pressing across her neck from behind. A ball gag slipped between her lips, its straps fastened behind her tightly braided hair, the bright red gags’ unexpected, her lips stretching into an oval while she reflexively grunts as he begins aligning her to the mountings.
Feeling the pencil thin titanium rods of the apparatus positioned, secured with narrow straps first behind her ankles, calves, thighs, she raises her arms outward as similar rods are attached to her wrists, elbows, finally shoulders. Her tightening body tanned and sleek, feeling the coolness of a slightly heavier rod pressing across the hollow of her spine as she arches forward, she senses its tapered ends being secured to the others with a final strap secured around her forehead. Inhaling another long, slow deep breath, waiting for the exhibition to begin as she displays herself to the nearly full room, she listens for the whirring sound as he steps away.
Lights dimming other then from above the podium, the semi-circle of chairs now in the shadows, the erotic image of her on the overly large screen up on the wall off to the side of her stands out as she senses the rods maneuvering, hears the apparatus coming to life. Trying to relax her stretching body as previously practiced, allowing her extremities to follow the rotation of the rods forming her near naked from into a bowing arch facing upwards; she concentrates, awaiting her initial position to lock into place.
Blinking, neck craning as she feels herself automatically being positioned into a near perfect semi-circle, she feels the tensioning behind her straining arms, legs as they’re spread apart, the bowing of the connecting steel pressing taut while traveling the length of her spin with her neck tilting back from the tightening strap. Her bra flattening across her bulging breasts, the thong slipping tautly between her puffy labium, finally a clicking sound, her initial position stabilizes. Another deep breath as she attempts to follow her practiced script, to remain as placid as possible, she continues to remain virtually silent while hearing more inspired comments being whispered, filtering up from the closest seats surrounding her. Bowed across the framework, obviously her barely clad body’s contorted to the group’s pleasantly surprised approval, the narrow titanium rods beneath her concealed virtually out of view.
“Position one… Set.”
The sound of a woman’s soft, soothing voice cascading across the sound system, the solitary light directly above the apparatus brightening as the rest dim the room into further shadows, she can hear the disturbance of rattling chairs followed by more quiet mummers approaching the edges of the podium. Another calculated breath, preparing herself for viewing, the sense of fingers sliding across her inner thigh, unsnapping the straps surprises her. Another hand circling her thrust out firm breasts, scuffing across her exposed nipple, then untying, slipping away the taut material one cup at a time as the fingertips probe across her bare flesh, she can’t control the instantaneous uncontrollable twitches of her bound body arching further upward above the apparatus, now virtually naked.
Unable to move, to resist, she feels a finger probing between the puffy folds of her hairless labium, freshly waxed along with the rest of her body from the neck down earlier. The sensation of a thumb then pressing, twisting across the nub of her exposed clit, a nipple being tweaked, all gently, teasingly, she nibbles across her lower lip, squints her eyes tightly shut. Startled, the unexpected embarrassment of actually being stripped naked, groped in front of the patrons, her heart pounds in her chest even as she realizes her body’s responding to their manipulations.
Recalling her body waxing, the oiled bath, the titillating massage that followed that took her to the very brink without being allowed any sexual relief ending just a half hour or so before the demonstration began, she realizes just how close she could be to an exploding orgasm. Twitching, silently grunting, slowly twisting her head from side to side, her body continues to arch, to respond.
More fingers, hands taking turns manipulating her naked flesh, the titillating sensation of a warm liquid being dripped across both breasts as they sway toward her armpits in firm symmetrical mounds, her thickening nipples tingle, send electrical pulses throughout her chest as they’re worked, massaged. Another few drops across her pubic mound, the thick fluid tracing its way into her spreading slit, a similar response even before she feels fingers probing one, two knuckles deep inside her twin orifices. Her puckering rectum reflexively gripping an invading finger, her vaginal muscles flexing, responding to two, three fingers beginning to stroke slowly in and out, the liquid’s warmth becomes a stimulating heat spreading deep inside her groin.
Barely suppressing her moans, her lower lip quivering inward between her clenching teeth, fists clenching, toes curling, her glistening body trembles across the metal framework. More hands, more exploration of her bare flesh, both orifices being stretched, probed in a calculated masturbation of three fingers each, she again deeply inhales, holds her breath, her rippling stomach hollowing beneath the silhouette of her arched ribcage as she can’t help giving into the unexpected totally naked display and use of her body.
Eyes remaining tightly squinted shut, nipples, clit uncontrollably responding to the occasional antagonistic tweaks, her hips likewise responding to the rhythm of the thrusting fingers, she senses the narrow, yet ultra-sensitive flesh of her perineum separating the twin orifices between her stretching thighs teasingly explored, flicked. That latest sensation causing the random trembling to become uncontrollable tremors, her hushed moans becoming raspier grunts as traces of saliva trickle from the red ball gag, her body grinds against the concealed framework, hips bucking outward to accept the impaling sets of fingers, her extremities twisting, arching against the taut straps securing her so firmly in place.
Repeated grunts, groans, shoving her breasts upward toward the constant manipulation of roving hands cupping, circling her pendulous mounds, her thickening nipples throb, respond to the flexing fingers. The warmth spreading deeper inside her womb, her stomach knotting, twitching, both hips rhythmically pumping, thrusting, she senses the stirring rumble building from deep inside, the uncontrollable gyrations of her vaginal walls gripping, contracting, expanding as four fingers of a clenching fist plunges inward past her near tearing cuntlips. Biting, chewing at the hard rubber ball, anticipating the inevitable, her naked body spasms as she gives a long, raspy groan.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
“Position two.”
The same soothing voice echoing in the background, the fingers plunging just as swiftly outward from between her gripping thighs, the other’s hands trailing just as quickly away from her quivering body, she arches, arches again, gasps for breath, jerks at her restraints, feels the oozing between her quivering hips as her abs ripple across her hollowing stomach. So close to an orgasm, her naked body trembling, tingling from head to toe, the penetrating warmth of the glistening liquid spread across her breasts, between her thighs adding to her instant frustration, opening her eyes, blinking, attempting to glance toward those patrons returning toward their unoccupied chairs in the darkness as her naked body trembles, ripples across the concealed rails, she hears the whirring, senses the apparatus adjusting beneath her, again.
End Part One
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