This narrative is about a man and his married woman on a cruise. The wife has been offered the chance to be office of a striver auction. The archetype news report was written by a man who had his married woman in mind and he asked me to compose a continuation about the literal event.

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As she closed the door to their cabin she turned and saw two junior ship's officers waiting for her. They were dressed in best uniforms and she found them both well-favored, 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 early walk ahead and opened threshold and pressed elevator buttons. Being useful but not intrusive.

"You look very hurt dressed in your uniform, I guess you get lots of fair sex 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 oeuvre to do. She was treating this evening as work, she hoped she would have fun, she hoped she would derive, but primarily she had expected value of money. She had been promised half her vendue fee, and she would draw sure that it was high.

"Good eve 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 swell 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 hackle but she complied. They then made her case and styled her hair. When she saw the finished body of work, she accepted that they had added to her facial expression, they had skills which she didn't possess.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't much to put on, purple dog, step-in and bra. They looked good on and suited her colouring.

"Now the collar and trey please."

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

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

"Sara, you have been invited to be a swag in an auction. So basically like the ancient Greeks or roman print you are a slave girl being sold to the mellow bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very flush people. On this cruise, you are the most beautiful char, and I expect they will offer a lot of money for you. I can narrate you now that I also have offer for you from three men who are on the cruise with their wives. They would be intimate to meet up with you after the sail. And they will pay for your time. You have an advantage, you are beautiful and midget so you are sought after. This is not a one off. If you do well tonight I can arrange many Sir Thomas More dates for you. masses who will spoil you and pander you. But you have to be intimate your place. You are a slave girl and you will fatigue the collar and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. animus, hostility. Everything she had heard made sense but she didn't like hearing her place was as a slave girl, even in playacting. But what the fuck, she was already excited, the panties were already damp. The thought of flying around the country and meeting rich the great unwashed. Yes she could cope.

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

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

Sara looked shocked.

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

Another woman came and took handle of the leash, walking Sara out to the back of a curtain. She could try people talking but faintly, then the curtain opened and Sara started her new life as a hard worker 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, l thousand for one night.

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

"trade good evening, my figure if Randolfo but the great unwashed call me Ralf. I am to take you to my master."

Sara got a cushion, 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 seedy 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 empurple lace panties. He held them to his nose and could reek Sara's scent. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his cock and started stroking, holding the step-in to his face. The cum splattered all over him. Such a wad, so much semen.

microphone heard a noise at the door, someone was using a passkey to enter. He sat up on the bed, ineffective to propel without leaving a track of kindling. In walked a Lester Willis Young woman, smiling at him.

"Mr Smith, delight 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 David Smith, my epithet is Ralf, I have your wife with me here. There are a number of hoi polloi here as well. We watched your reaction to receiving Sara's pantie. So much coming from your phallus. We are inspired. You may speak to your wife for a here and now now."

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

"mike I am not allowed to enjoin you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to cognize I am fine, being treated very well, if a minuscule kinky. Now I have to record you Carlo and Claudio."

Sara blew him a kiss and then the camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near identical Adonises. mike guessed them to be over six base tall, sculpt bodies not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in front of them were two fair sex, apparently giving puff Job. mike found himself getting aroused again, what the netherworld was going to happen.

Ralf then spoke and the two womanhood 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.



"microphone, I am sorry but it is clock time for you to give us. Amanda Jane who is with you will let you have it off when you can look again, but you can carry on to listen."and Ralf disappeared.

Mike turned to expect at Amanda Jane and was shocked to she her standing wearing cypher more than the outfit Sara had worn earlier, purple shoes, panty and bra.

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

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

"How did they watch me wank ?"

"This cabin is used for entertainment. It is wired up for cameras and audio. Everything you say and do is recorded, and sure people get to watch either substantial sentence or on video later."

microphone nodded, he was out of his profoundness, 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 knife is so good."

Mike knew that voice and the still moaning that followed.

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

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

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

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

microphone 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 on 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.

"screwing, you two bastards have completely filled me, I can sense both your cocks rubbing inside."

Then mike heard some bm and Sara squealed.

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

microphone could discover enough to imagine Carlo absolutely fucking his wife as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything intelligible after that, there were Lot of moan and moan and several metre she screamed that she was coming. microphone could only think. The noise went on for a hanker time, he got the feeling that Carlo and Claudio switched billet regularly.

He also had foregone conclusion 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 fantabulous. My captain is extremely pleased with her. Would you like to see her now ?"

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

Mike saw Sara, lying on the floor, she was wrapped in moldable wrapper from her shoulders to her articulatio coxae, her breasts flattened. Sara's hair and makeup were now a mess, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her inner thighs, mike could see streams of semen and succus dribbling down.

Sara was in a stupor but looked at the camera and smiled a beautiful seraphic smile .