wrongonesin: The machine stood spotlit in the center of the otherwise barren stage. But I lost sight
wrongonesin: The machine stood spotlit in the center of the otherwise barren stage. But I lost sight of it as the technician hoisted me over his shoulder and carried me in from the wings. As he walked, my view shifted from stage left to the seats . To the audience. The ornate theater was packed. I couldn’t count how many were seated, dressed to the nines, silently watching. Watching me. It was paralyzing.I was transfixed until the stage hand shifted his grip, easily sliding me off him, my legs to either side of the soft saddle. I made to struggle, but with my hands tied it was so awkward, and he was strong. In a smooth, surprisingly fast motion, he lowered me, slipped a hand between my legs and parted my pussy lips, lowering me onto the thick, lubricated dildo. It was like a lover thrusting his cock in, and made me shriek. The sound carried very well in a space designed for good acoustics.The stage hand settled me firmly on the saddle, and then bent to tie my feet quickly to either side, so I couldn’t even try to get off. The textured fake cock stuffed me full, and below it, soft bumps and nubbins pressed into my lips and against my clit. Then I was alone on the stage, in the bright warm spotlight, staring back at thousands of people. The machine between my legs hummed to life.——Wow. Thank you all so incredibly much to each of my 5000 followers. -- source link