She cooperates

Apparently satisfied with the foreplay provided by the Blonde, the man instead positioned himself between Max's legs, easily brushing them apart as he kneeled at the foot of the bed. Gripping his swollen member in his hand, he wrapped his free arm underneath the base of her back and pulled her towards him. A protesting moan escaped Max's lips as she felt the weight of his manhood press against her body, but recalling the blonde woman's warning she decided compliance would be the more prudent course of action. Moving his hands to her hips, the man lifted them upwards while retracting his own, allowing the head of his 10 inch rod to slide down along her labia, before adjusting his angle and penetrating her with a single slow thrust.

"FUCK!" Max yelped as he scored the first few painful inches inside her, stretching her walls around him; the combined wetness of their anatomies courtesy of the other woman's preparations being the only thing facilitating this otherwise improbable act. Ignoring her grimace and groans of discomfort, he held her still for several seconds before forcing the remainder inside. Raising his head toward the mirrors, he grinned again, as much for his own benefit as the people behind them. Muffled applause filtered through as a demonstration of their appreciation and the man responded by carefully rocking his hips back and forth, allowing only a few inches to exit her warmth before pushing mercilessly back inside. More expletives escaped Max's mouth as she struggled to accommodate his girth, yet the initial pain began to subside, replaced by a rising pleasure.

Sensing the change in her temperament, the man ceased his own pelvic motions and instead used his strength to impale her repeatedly on his cock, gradually increasing his pace and ferocity over the next few minutes until the slapping sound of her ass making contact with his weighty testicles resonated at half-second intervals.

"Wait!" Max interrupted, causing her partner to reluctantly slow to a halt once more whilst remaining inside her. "Untie me, I need my hands free if you want me to fuck you properly....". Surprised by the request, the man turned his gaze toward the Southerner, who dipped his head in agreement. Permission received, the large man leaned forward and reached underneath her, bringing his face within inches of hers and staring into her wanton eyes as he made short work of the bindings, a perennial grin betraying his excitement. Her hands now free, Max pushed them against his lower abdomen signalling for him to pull out, another request he obliged, albeit even more reluctantly. Returning to his kneeling position, he began to masturbate lazily as he beheld the beauty before him.

Max was cognizant of her opportunity, her strength restoring and now liberated from her bonds, she held the advantage over her captors; an advantage she resolved to exploit....soon. First she wanted to show these assholes what they'd be missing, and if she managed to have some fun in the meantime, the delay would be entirely justified.

She lifted herself directly in front of him, in a position mirroring his own, before reaching down to replace his stroking hand with both of hers. "You like my hands wrapped around your big cock?" she purred, twisting them in opposite directions as she slowly massaged his entire length, deliberately torturing her partner. For the first time since their encounter began, a loud moan escaped the behemoth's lips, one rewarded by Max increasing the speed and strength of her grip, while uttering several more references to the magnitude of his anatomy. Using her most lust filled facial expression she silently summoned him to kiss her, only to effortlessly evade his attempt and instead push him onto his back, causing the bed to shake under his weight as his legs now dangled over the end.

Max hastily straddled the large man and positioned him at her entrance; she paused to stare into the mirror ahead of her, imagining the faces looking back at her from the other side, as she carefully lowered herself onto him. Further aroused by her own voyeuristic ponderings, she began the show in earnest, rolling her hips to repeatedly envelop the dick that filled her completely, while biting her bottom lip in admiration of her own reflection.

Large hands grabbed at her breasts as the man sought to explore every inch of her perfect body, squeezing them firmly then rolling her nipples between his strong digits. Max instead navigated his hands towards her buttocks, before placing her own against his chest, pinning him to the bed. She turned her attention to the mirrors once more, "You fuckers ready for a real show?" she asked, her tone and position clear indicators of her increasing defiance. Applause again filtered through, although less unanimous than the one which had preceded it, suggesting a divide of opinion among the audience regarding her progressively less helpless predicament.

The Southerner shifted uncomfortably at the edge of the room, conflicted over whether or not to intervene. He was familiar with the preferences of his clientele and knew some wouldn't appreciate the girl's exhibition of confidence; but a girl capable of embracing a scenario like this was replete with potential, particularly one so flawless.