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stiff prick. Besides they’d use some K-Y jelly so the thing would slip right up, nice and smooth. They’d hardly even notice it once it was tucked away in there, and he gave Blaze’s conveniently-placed butt a friendly pat. They watched him in the mirror: smiling to himself, grinning from ear to ear. The smug bastard was enjoying himself --immensely!
    The crew now went down the line, moving from woman to woman, attaching tails. They worked methodically, carefully threading each plug through a ring in the length of the crotch strap that ran up the crack of the girl’s ass. The strap could be adjusted till the asshole was precisely centered in the brass ring. The hank of tail ended in a squat solid rubber plug, ridged, so that when popped through it, the metal ring became a grommet that would insure the plug would stay in place, lodged firmly up a girl’s ass even during the most vigorous run.
    Franco, as the guy in charge, had reserved for himself the pleasure of “doing” Blaze. He had been much taken by the long-legged brunette the first time he had set eyes on her; captivated by her attractive good looks, her beautiful long legs, her natural elegance, the way she came across: friendly yet just a little distant. He watched her getting turned on, heating up as soon as the leather was tightened on her body; he longed to fuck her. But that would have to wait. Oh yes, he would have this proud beauty, but only after the races had been run!
         Looking up, she saw him standing behind her vulnerable bottom. He was applying a dab of gel to the end of the tail while contemplating her shapely rear-end. He tucked the tail under one arm so both hands were free to be placed on her jutting behind.
    He stepped up against her and leaned over her, draping the bent-over woman’s body with his own, rubbing his crotch over her naked bottom to let her get the feel of his masculine arousal, the hardened prick that tented the front of his black denim jeans. He reached under to cup her small but delightful breasts and finger the soft silkiness of tittie-flesh.
    Blaze moaned around the bit and arched back; but he quickly gave up her breasts and stepped back a pace. Her eyes met his in mirror, and she watched as he ran his hands greedily over her bare rump. Blaze anxiously shifted her stance; widened her boot heels so they were planted even further apart.
    She felt his hands curve around as he felt her butt; palms fitted to the sleek contours, fingers digging into the hollows of her buttocks. He fondled her lavishly, before slipping a hand between her legs, seeking the strap that was drawn up tight into her crotch. He found it, fingering her rapidly-moistening pussy along the way before following it up the crack of the ass. He used his other hand to pry open her rubbery cheeks. Holding the splayed mounds apart, he made a final adjustment to the strap so as to neatly center his target in the brass ring that was embedded in her rear valley. He smiled to see the way her suddenly exposed asshole spasmed, clenching fearfully at the prospect of being penetrated.
    He leaned over and asked if she was ready. Blaze set herself, closed her eyes and nodded. She felt his steadying hand on her rump, felt the tip of the sturdy butt plug touch her anus, and took a deep breath. Then he was pressing it into her, meeting some resistance, but continuing with grim determination. She twisted and squirmed. An abrupt shove brought a stab of pain, a sudden pop, and then the uncomfortable feeling of being stuffed. It was in her. A residue of pain remained in her butt, fading to a dull throb as her muscles worked instinctively to expel the intruder. Blaze jacked up, her head rising as far as the short lead holding her collar would permit; arched her neck back, and clenched down on the bit between her teeth.
    Franco slithered up her back, buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissed her there as she twisted under him while he jiggled the plug in her