This story is about a man and his wife on a sail. The wife has been offered the opportunity to be persona of a buckle down auction. The master story was written by a man who had his wife in mind and he asked me to write a sequel about the actual event.

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As she closed the threshold to their cabin she turned and saw two Jr ship's officers waiting for her. They were dressed in trump uniforms and she found them both bounteous, in a boyish way.

"Ma'am we have been sent to escort you."

She nodded and took the arm of the elder of the two. The former walked ahead and opened doors and weightlift lift clitoris. Being useful but not intrusive.

"You look very overbold dressed in your uniform, I guess you get sight of cleaning woman chase after you ?"

"Yes indeed ma'am but I have to say never anyone as beautiful as you."

She almost kissed him then and there but she had work to do. She was treating this eventide as work, she hoped she would deliver fun, she hoped she would come, but primarily she had expectations of money. She had been promised half her auction fee, and she would make water sure that it was high.

"goodness evening I am Estelle, I am the compere for this eventide. Please follow me through to the changing rooms."

She wondered about that. She was dressed exquisitely, she had taken bully care, she had been in the spa all afternoon, and now she was going to be messed with again.

She was asked to strip down completely, which raised her dander but she complied. They then made her face and styled her hairsbreadth. When she saw the finish up work, she accepted that they had added to her looks, they had skills which she didn't possess.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't much to put on, empurpled heels, panties and bra. They looked unspoilt on and suited her food color.

"Now the collar and triad please."

"What, I am not a dog, I am not going to jade a collar. No way."

Estelle looked at her. She often had something like this. She had developed a credit line of reasoning over many reluctant women.

"Sara, you have been invited to be a prize in an auction bridge. So basically like the ancient Hellenic language or Romans you are a hard worker daughter being sold to the highest bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very moneyed people. On this cruise, you are the most beautiful womanhood, and I expect they will propose a lot of money for you. I can severalise you now that I also have offers for you from three men who are on the cruise with their wives. They would love to gather up with you after the cruise. And they will pay for your time. You have an advantage, you are beautiful and petite so you are sought after. This is not a one off. If you do well tonight I can coiffure many more dates for you. multitude who will spoil you and indulge you. But you have to know your space. You are a slave girl and you will wear down the collar and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. Animosity, ill will. Everything she had heard made sense but she didn't like hearing her lieu was as a striver girl, even in playacting. But what the fuck, she was already excited, the step-in were already damp. The thought of flying around the land and meeting rich people. Yes she could cope.

"Estelle I am sorry. I accept what you say is properly. I will put on the collar."

Estelle leaned over and kissed Sara's titty, above the bra.

Sara looked shocked.

"Don't want to spoil the make up, do we ?"

Another adult female came and took storage area of the tether, walking Sara out to the vertebral column of a curtain. She could hear people talking but faintly, then the curtain opened and Sara started her new biography as a striver girl.

The spotlights were on her so she could not see much of what happened. She was amazed when she heard Estelle body politic a hundred thousand bid. Wow, 50 K for one night.

Sara could not really keep abreast what was happening but the cleaning woman holding the leash turned to her and asked her to start walking. They went down the side of the degree and across the dance base. A man approached, Sara decided he was Mediterranean Sea, too dark to be Second Earl of Guilford European but certainly of European origin.

"Good evening, my name if Randolfo but mass call me Ralf. I am to ingest you to my master."

Sara got a shock, he was only a servant, even though he looked magnificent. Ralf held her leash and led her to the elevator. Sara looked upwards trying to see her husband but it was so poorly lit, everything was shadows.

Mike got back to their cabin to witness a box waiting for him. He wasn't sure what it was or who had left it. He opened the box to find a twain of majestic lace panties. He held them to his nozzle and could smell Sara's scent. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his cock and started stroking, holding the panties to his expression. The cum splattered all over him. Such a muss, so much semen.

mike heard a noise at the door, soul was using a passkey to embark. He sat up on the bed, unable to move without leaving a trail of punk. In walked a young charwoman, smiling at him.

"Mr Smith, please switch on this computer tablet."and she handed him the gadget.

He switched on coming face to face with the man who had bought Sara.

"Mr metalworker, my name is Ralf, I have your wife with me here. There are a routine of people here as well. We watched your reaction to receiving Sara's pantie. So much coming from your penis. We are inspired. You may talk to your married woman for a moment now."

Ralf turned the camera and Mike saw Sara's face and pass, aught else.

"mike I am not allowed to severalize you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to know I am fine, being treated very well, if a little kinky. Now I have to show you Carlo and Claudio."

Sara blew him a kiss and then the photographic camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near identical genus Adonis. Mike guessed them to be over six human foot tall, sculpt torso not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in front of them were two women, apparently giving nose candy jobs. Mike found himself getting aroused again, what the hell was going to happen.

Ralf then spoke and the two women moved away.

Mike could now see both Claudio and Carlo were fully erect, not overly long but very thickset penises.

If Sara has to study those it will stretch her.



"Mike, I am sorry but it is time for you to go away us. Amanda Jane who is with you will let you know when you can attend again, but you can continue to listen."and Ralf disappeared.

mike turned to see at Amanda Jane and was shocked to she her standing wearing nothing more than the kit Sara had worn earlier, purple shoes, panties and bra.

"I am freely useable to you if you wish, otherwise we can sit and listen to your wife."

mike's mouth said no, but his hammer said yes. He sat still, the cum drying on him.

"How did they look out me wank ?"

"This cabin is used for entertainment. It is wired up for photographic camera and sound. Everything you say and do is recorded, and certain people get to catch either real metre or on video later."

Mike nodded, he was out of his depth, he was defeated. He sat and listened.

"Sara come over to me please."

microphone guessed it was one of the two guys.

"Wow, Claudio, your knife is so good."

mike knew that voice and the quiet moaning that followed.

"Oh Carlo, what are you doing lifting me up ?"Carlo could be heard laughing.

"Oh grief, Claudio you are very thick I don't think you can get that in me."

Claudio's grunt and Sara's moans told Mike he had got in her.

"shag that is me completely full. Oh I can't bear the thought process of you pounding into me with that cock."

Mike knew that Sara was being coy. She wanted pounding hard. She was now breathing heavily, he could hear her.

"Oh fuck Carlo, I can't necessitate you in my ass. No don't."

Carlo obviously ignored her and microphone heard her whimpering.

Then he heard her groaning with annoyance, then groaning with pleasure.

"piece of tail, you two bastards have completely filled me, I can feel both your hammer rubbing inside."

Then Mike heard some movement and Sara squealed.

"Oh fuck Carlo you bastard, nooky my ass hard."

Mike could hear enough to suppose Carlo absolutely fucking his married woman as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything intelligible after that, there were lots of moans and groan and various times she screamed that she was coming. Mike could only imagine. The noise went on for a long time, he got the impression that Carlo and Claudio switched positions regularly.

He also had sure thing that Sara had come more often with them than she had ever before.

The screen switched back on and Ralf smiled at Mike.

"Mike your wife has been excellent. My lord is extremely delight with her. Would you like to see her now ?"

Ralf didn't wait for a response, he swung the camera around.

mike saw Sara, lying on the floor, she was wrapped in plastic wrap from her shoulder to her pelvic girdle, her breasts flattened. Sara's hairsbreadth and makeup were now a hatful, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her inner thighs, Mike could see stream of come and succus dribbling down.

Sara was in a daze but looked at the tv camera and smiled a beautiful angelic smile .