Fux And The Girl In The Box - part 2
While she had been talking my eyes drifted downward to her exposed pussy. The girl seemed to feel no need to cover up or even to sit in conventional positions. I wasn’t too sure about her liking that box though - it sounded a bit odd to me.
“They said you might like to see what I can do. Would you? Would you like to see?” She added that last with a hopeful note. This was a girl with something to show me and she really did want to show me.
Now I would have watched this petite little piece any day anyway just walking down the street but totally naked? Fuck yeah I wanted to see what “this” prize could do.
“I’d love to see it.” I said hoping that was true.
She got up from her awkward looking position in a single fluid motion. Her body was toned like a dancers. She sat on the couch well I thought she was going to sit 
but instead spread her legs so one foot was on separate arms of the sofa. She was spread out like a cheerleader in mid air supported only by her feet on the ends of the furniture.
She twisted and turned then showing me different potions. The only thing they had in common were that her sweet pink pussy was totally exposed and her legs and arms at the strangest most insane angles. Finally she had her knees behind her shoulders her arms in front of her and that pink parts just out there. It was all I could stand! I reached over and petted that exposed cunt gently. I mean her arms were free she could slap my hand if she minded. I kept visualizing what it would be to fuck her like that. Never before had I seen a woman so totally exposed. No knees or thighs in the way nothing but the sex machine right out there for the 
asking.
She did not slap me at all in fact she seemed quite pleased and closed her eyes and moaned. Now movement for her at least in the traditional sense was impossible in this position but I knew exactly what I wanted.
I leaned down breathing in her soft woman sent and lapped at her little clit. I could feel her body tense under me. I began to tickle it with my tongue feeling that little organ harden into a button and tasting her pussy juices as they began to flow harder. I pushed one finger inside her pussy feeling the walls grasp my finger and hold it tight as I began a slow stroking my tongue lashing her labia and clit. If she could have moved I am sure she would have been squirming but as it was all she 
could do was stroke my head and moan softly. I was merciless in my tormenting of her clit and pussy and she orgasmed hard her juices splashing out and soaking me as she quivered under my tongue. This did not stop me at all. I had been teased and tormented these last two days and was finally giving some back. Instead I flattened my tongue letting it rasp against her tender pussy and heard her moan again. Yes she was a responsive little slut I thought. My probing finger was joined by a second and I plunged ever more deeply into her hot little hole hearing that juicy pussy squish in time to my finger thrusts. Her scent was delicious her taste out of this world and she was under my hand (or finger). It was erotic and empowering because this girl just kept on cumming. I nipped lightly at her thighs every so often causing her to whimper lightly and cum yet again to the thrust of my marauding hand. Finally her breathing ragged she begged mercy and tried to 
push my reluctant head from her pussy. The girl was flat out exhausted. I on the other hand had never felt better. All the tiredness had flown from me.
Now this is a prize I thought! The girl wearily untangled her legs from behind her shoulders and smiled at me. “Why thank you! This was the best time I have ever had.” With that she walked out the door and left me standing satisfied and finally in control.
I left the room right after her and found a servant waiting.
“Sir your bags are in your car. We took the liberty of packing up for you since all the other guests have left.” He handed me a white piece of paper as well.
“The madam requested that I give this to you as well as a message.” She says this is an invitation to our next house party Sir. She also said to tell you that no one has ever managed all three rooms. The next party is next month Sir.” He gave a smirk as he said that last. “It is a BDSM themed one Sir.”
I crumpled the invitation and headed to the door. I made a note to be busy that weekend.