This story is about a man and his wife on a cruise. The married woman has been offered the opportunity to be part of a break one's back auction. The original floor was written by a man who had his married woman in psyche and he asked me to indite a sequel about the actual event.

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As she closed the threshold to their cabin she turned and saw two Junior ship's officeholder waiting for her. They were dressed in best uniforms and she found them both handsome, in a boylike way.

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

She nodded and took the arm of the elder of the two. The other take the air ahead and opened door and push elevator buttons. Being useful but not intrusive.

"You look very smart dressed in your uniform, I guess you get lots 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 eve as work, she hoped she would have fun, she hoped she would come in, but primarily she had anticipation of money. She had been promised half her auction bridge fee, and she would urinate sure that it was high.

"commodity even 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 great aid, she had been in the spa all afternoon, and now she was going to be messed with again.

She was asked to unclothe completely, which raised her hackle but she complied. They then made her face and styled her hair. When she saw the finished workplace, 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 a good deal to put on, imperial heel, panties and bra. They looked practiced on and suited her colouring.

"Now the collar and leash please."

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

Estelle looked at her. She often had something like this. She had developed a melodic phrase of reasoning over many loth women.

"Sara, you have been invited to be a award in an auction. So basically like the ancient Greeks or roman you are a knuckle down little girl being sold to the highest bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very wealthy people. On this cruise, you are the most beautiful cleaning woman, and I expect they will propose a lot of money for you. I can enjoin you now that I also have offers for you from three men who are on the cruise with their wives. They would love to run into 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 dates for you. People who will cross you and indulge you. But you have to know your post. You are a slave female child and you will tire the collar and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. Animosity, enmity. Everything she had heard made sense but she didn't like hearing her place was as a hard worker female child, even in playacting. But what the roll in the hay, she was already excited, the panties were already mute. The idea of flying around the state and meeting rich masses. Yes she could cope.

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

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

Sara looked outrage.

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

Another woman came and took hold of the deuce-ace, walking Sara out to the vertebral column of a curtain. She could hear citizenry talking but faintly, then the pall opened and Sara started her new life 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 one thousand for one night.

Sara could not really abide by what was happening but the 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 floor. A man approached, Sara decided he was Mediterranean, too drab to be North European but certainly of European origin.

"good even, my figure if Randolfo but hoi polloi call me Ralf. I am to take you to my master."

Sara got a seismic disturbance, he was only a handmaiden, even though he looked magnificent. Ralf held her trio and led her to the elevator. Sara looked upwards trying to see her hubby but it was so indisposed lit, everything was shadows.

mike got back to their cabin to receive a box waiting for him. He wasn't sure what it was or who had left it. He opened the box to find a yoke of purpurate lacing panty. He held them to his nose and could smell Sara's scent. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his cock and started stroking, holding the panty to his aspect. The cum splattered all over him. Such a mess, so very much semen.

Mike heard a noise at the doorway, someone was using a passkey to enter. He sat up on the bed, unable to go without leaving a track of spunk. In walked a young woman, smiling at him.

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

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

"Mr Joseph Smith, my name is Ralf, I have your wife with me here. There are a issue of the great unwashed here as well. We watched your reaction to receiving Sara's panties. So much coming from your penis. We are inspired. You may babble to your married woman for a bit now."

Ralf turned the photographic camera and mike saw Sara's face and mind, cipher else.

"mike I am not allowed to tell you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to live I am fine, being treated very well, if a lilliputian kinky. Now I have to read you Carlo and Claudio."

Sara blew him a candy kiss and then the camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near indistinguishable adonis. Mike guessed them to be over six feet tall, sculpted organic structure not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in front of them were two women, apparently giving shock jobs. Mike found himself getting aroused again, what the Scheol was going to happen.

Ralf then spoke and the two women moved away.

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

If Sara has to take those it will dilute her.



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

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

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

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

"How did they determine me she-bop ?"

"This cabin is used for entertainment. It is wired up for photographic camera and speech sound. Everything you say and do is recorded, and certain people get to keep an eye on either veridical sentence 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."

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 thick I don't think you can get that in me."

Claudio's grunts and Sara's groan told mike he had got in her.

"Fuck that is me completely broad. Oh I can't bear the idea 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 take you in my ass. No don't."

Carlo obviously ignored her and mike heard her whimpering.

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

"ass, you two bastards have completely filled me, I can finger both your putz rubbing inside."

Then microphone heard some movement and Sara squealed.

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

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

Sara didn't say anything apprehensible after that, there were lots of groan and moan and several meter she screamed that she was coming. Mike could only imagine. The noise went on for a long time, he got the mental picture that Carlo and Claudio switched place regularly.

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

The projection screen switched back on and Ralf smiled at Mike.

"Mike your wife has been first-class. My captain is extremely pleased with her. Would you wish to see her now ?"

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

Mike saw Sara, lying on the floor, she was wrapped in pliant wrapping from her berm to her hip, her breast flattened. Sara's hair and composition were now a mess, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her inner thigh, Mike could see watercourse of cum and juice dribbling down.

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