This tale is about a man and his married woman on a cruise. The married woman has been offered the opportunity to be part of a knuckle down auction. The pilot narrative was written by a man who had his wife in mind and he asked me to write a sequel about the genuine event.

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As she closed the door to their cabin she turned and saw two junior ship's military officer waiting for her. They were dressed in best uniforms and she found them both handsome, in a boyish way.

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

She nodded and took the arm of the elderberry bush of the two. The other walked ahead and opened doors and pressed elevator buttons. Being useful but not intrusive.

"You look very smart dressed in your uniform, I guess you get stacks of women 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 evening as piece of work, she hoped she would feature fun, she hoped she would fare, but primarily she had first moment of money. She had been promised one-half her vendue fee, and she would make sure that it was high.

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

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

She was asked to undress completely, which raised her hackles but she complied. They then made her look and styled her whisker. When she saw the terminate workplace, she accepted that they had added to her looks, they had accomplishment which she didn't possess.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't very much to put on, majestic heels, panties and bra. They looked good on and suited her colour.

"Now the collar and leash please."

"What, I am not a dog, I am not going to wear a arrest. No way."

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

"Sara, you have been invited to be a prize in an auction. So basically like the ancient Hellenic or Romans you are a slave girl being sold to the mellow bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very moneyed hoi polloi. On this sail, you are the most beautiful cleaning woman, and I expect they will offer a lot of money for you. I can tell you now that I also have offer for you from three men who are on the sail with their wives. They would enjoy to meet up with you after the sail. 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 arrange many more than day of the month for you. the great unwashed who will pamper you and mollycoddle you. But you have to make out your place. You are a slave female child and you will endure the collar and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. animosity, hostility. Everything she had heard made sense but she didn't like hearing her position was as a striver fille, even in playacting. But what the fucking, she was already excited, the step-in were already dampish. The thought of flying around the country and meeting racy citizenry. Yes she could cope.

"Estelle I am sorry. I accept what you say is right. I will wear the collar."

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

Sara looked shocked.

"Don't want to bollix the brand up, do we ?"

Another womanhood came and took appreciation of the leash, walking Sara out to the rachis of a curtain. She could hear people talking but faintly, then the drapery opened and Sara started her new sprightliness as a slave girl.

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

Sara could not really follow what was happening but the cleaning lady holding the threesome turned to her and asked her to start walking. They went down the side of the stage and across the terpsichore floor. A man approached, Sara decided he was Mediterranean Sea, too dark to be N European but certainly of European origin.

"commodity evening, my public figure if Randolfo but masses call me Ralf. I am to take you to my master."

Sara got a seismic disturbance, he was only a handmaid, 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 unwell lit, everything was shadows.

Mike got back to their cabin to find a box waiting for him. He wasn't sure what it was or who had left it. He opened the box to find a pair of purple lacing pantie. He held them to his nose and could smell out Sara's scent. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his cock and started stroking, holding the panties to his fount. The cum splattered all over him. Such a good deal, so much semen.

Mike heard a randomness at the doorway, person was using a passkey to enter. He sat up on the bed, ineffective to propel without leaving a trail of tinder. In walked a young char, smiling at him.

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

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

"Mr Bessie Smith, my gens is Ralf, I have your married woman with me here. There are a number of masses here as well. We watched your chemical reaction to receiving Sara's panties. So a lot coming from your penis. We are inspired. You may talk to your wife for a moment now."

Ralf turned the camera and mike saw Sara's face and head, nothing else.

"Mike I am not allowed to separate 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 camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near very Adonises. microphone guessed them to be over six pes marvelous, sculpted bodies not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in movement of them were two women, apparently giving blast 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 thick penises.

If Sara has to take those it will stretch her.



"mike, I am sorry but it is time for you to get out us. Amanda Jane who is with you will let you roll in the hay when you can look again, but you can stay to listen."and Ralf disappeared.

microphone turned to face at Amanda Jane and was shocked to she her standing wearing nothing more than the outfit Sara had worn earlier, purple horseshoe, panties and bra.

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

mike's back talk said no, but his cock said yes. He sat still, the cum drying on him.

"How did they watch me she-bop ?"

"This cabin is used for entertainment. It is wired up for tv camera and sound. Everything you say and do is recorded, and certain multitude get to watch either actual prison term or on video recording later."

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

"Sara come over to me please."

Mike guessed it was one of the two guys.

"Wow, Claudio, your tongue 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 deep 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 wide. Oh I can't bear the thought 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 get a line her.

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

Carlo obviously ignored her and Mike heard her whimpering.

Then he heard her groaning with pain sensation, then groaning with pleasure.

"Fuck, you two whoreson have completely filled me, I can palpate both your cocks rubbing inside."

Then Mike heard some movement and Sara squealed.

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

Mike could pick up enough to imagine Carlo absolutely fucking his married woman as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything intelligible after that, there were lots of moan and groan and several 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 emplacement regularly.

He also had certainty 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 married woman has been excellent. My headmaster 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 pliant wrapper from her articulatio humeri to her hip, her breasts flattened. Sara's hairsbreadth and makeup were now a mint, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her inner thighs, Mike could see watercourse of come and juices dribbling down.

Sara was in a shock but looked at the television camera and smiled a beautiful angelic smiling .