She felt him lifting her. Hanging limp on his arm she though she heard the door opening, felt him kick away her remaining shoe and push her forward.
A sudden gust of cold evening breeze told her they had reached the top.
He carried her forward. Then put her down, letting her walk the last few steps on her bare feet. As she had felt the enclosed space of the inside she now felt the open space of the outside. She was on the circular platform below the light source itself.
Her lower chest encountered the metal railing and she leaned over it, her heaving breast hanging in the empty space. He pulled her leashes back.
Tina felt his hand his hand gripping the base of her buttplug. He ripped it out of her ass and snatched away her blindfold at the same time.
The space yawned in front of her and the vertigo gripped her. The sky was almost dark; the little bit of light on the other side of the bay seemed tiny and distant.
The dry cracks of the first fireworks and accompanying music also seemed distant.
The multicolored light flowered into the sky, showering towards the water and their smudged reflections.
His cock shot in her ass insistently.
His knees bent slightly and his torso moved backwards. He gripped her legs and lifted them off the ground, securing them at the small of his back, above his ass. Instinctively, she tightened her calf muscles, hugging him with her legs.
She was spread like a starfish on his body, his ravaging cock her only support.
His bitch began to yelp and pant as he pumped her asshole furiously. Each stroke seemed deeper and he would wait for a second, gripping her by shoulders, drawing her closer, crushing her bound hands in his heaving chest. Then he almost ripped it out of her screaming anus and slammed it in even deeper.
The swirling fireworks paled and disappeared. She exploded into her own fireworks, riding into the dark on the rocked of her orgasm.
The various pains and restraints sublimed into one mighty hand pushing her into ecstasy. Only his insistent cock remained. Then, it too disappeared.
Wave upon wave of cum took her.
As the orgasmic waves receded, she felt his body turned sideways. His hand gripped her head and tuned it back and upwards. She stared uncomprehendingly. She did not want to understand anything, anyway.
Suddenly the beacon light came to life, in obvious synchronization with the fireworks. It was Independence Day after all.
The blinding white light triggered something in her. She moved from the howling darkness area into a howling light. The cum wave rose again and carried her away into the brightness.
He plowed in her ass again. He was exploring the eternal mystery: how many times a submissive can be made to cum with such simple act as assfucking?
Later, he let her kneel on her haunches and stare across the bay at the sky, now dark again. The fireworks were appropriately over. The beacon light was turning silently. The railing resembled vertical cage bars. That was appropriate too.
He was breathing heavily, no need to say that was even more appropriate. His hand was gliding softly over her damp hair.
Then he picked her up and led her, holding her leashes lightly back to the door leading into lighthouse insides.
Her eyes widened as she beheld the brightly lit interior.
The winding stairs were brand new and freshly painted, as was steel railing. Even the smell of fresh pain was distinct in the air. It was laced with their sweat and her pussy juice.
He smiled gently but his eyes remained dark and their glint was mercilessly mischievous.
“It took some effort to synchronize our visit with the end of repairs. The mind is the most intensive playground and dungeon of them all, don’t you think?’
END?
He pulled out his notebook and crossed the lighthouse just below the Gallery.
Next on the list were Maxim’s and The Zoo.
“The Zoo will take several visits at least,” he muttered. “I think I will finally cum there.’
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