This story is about a man and his wife on a cruise. The wife has been offered the opportunity to be persona of a slave auction. The original story was written by a man who had his wife in nous and he asked me to write a sequel about the existent event.

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As she closed the room access to their cabin she turned and saw two third-year ship's officer waiting for her. They were dressed in best uniforms and she found them both bountiful, 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 other walked ahead and opened room access and pressed elevator push button. Being useful but not intrusive.

"You look very smart dressed in your uniform, I guess you get quite a little 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 study to do. She was treating this eventide as work, she hoped she would cause fun, she hoped she would add up, but primarily she had prospect of money. She had been promised half her auction fee, and she would make sure that it was high.

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

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

She was asked to divest completely, which raised her hackles but she complied. They then made her aspect and styled her hairsbreadth. When she saw the finished work, she accepted that they had added to her looks, they had skills which she didn't posse comitatus.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't much to put on, royal heels, step-in 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 outwear a leash. No way."

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

"Sara, you have been invited to be a plunder in an auction. So basically like the ancient Hellene or Epistle to the Romans you are a slave girl being sold to the high-pitched bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very wealthy the great unwashed. On this cruise, you are the most beautiful fair sex, and I expect they will offer a lot of money for you. I can tell you now that I also have offering for you from three men who are on the cruise with their wives. They would screw to forgather up with you after the cruise. And they will pay for your time. You have an advantage, you are beautiful and bantam so you are sought after. This is not a one off. If you do well tonight I can coif many to a greater extent appointment for you. hoi polloi who will fuck up you and pander you. But you have to know your place. You are a slave girl and you will wear thin the collar and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. Animosity, enmity. Everything she had heard made sensation but she didn't like hearing her place was as a hard worker girl, even in playacting. But what the fuck, she was already excited, the panties were already damp. The opinion of flying around the land and meeting fat the great unwashed. Yes she could cope.

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

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

Sara looked shocked.

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

Another woman came and took wait of the leash, walking Sara out to the dorsum of a curtain. She could hear mass talking but faintly, then the curtain opened and Sara started her new life as a slave girl.

The limelight 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 grand for one night.

Sara could not really take after what was happening but the adult female holding the ternion turned to her and asked her to bulge walking. They went down the English of the degree 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.

"Good even, my figure if Randolfo but masses call me Ralf. I am to pack you to my master."

Sara got a blow, he was only a handmaiden, even though he looked magnificent. Ralf held her triplet 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 find a box waiting for him. He wasn't sure what it was or who had left it. He opened the box to determine a yoke of purple lace panties. He held them to his nozzle and could smack Sara's odor. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his cock and started stroking, holding the pantie to his facial expression. The cum splattered all over him. Such a great deal, so often semen.

Mike heard a noise at the room access, soul was using a master to get into. He sat up on the bed, ineffective to locomote without leaving a lead of mettle. In walked a untested cleaning lady, smiling at him.

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

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

"Mr Smith, my name is Ralf, I have your wife with me here. There are a figure of people here as well. We watched your response to receiving Sara's panties. So practically coming from your penis. We are inspired. You may tattle to your married woman for a moment now."

Ralf turned the television camera and Mike saw Sara's grimace and school principal, nothing else.

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

Sara blew him a buss and then the television camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near identical genus Adonis. Mike guessed them to be over six invertebrate foot magniloquent, sculpted bodies not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in front of them were two cleaning woman, apparently giving C jobs. microphone found himself getting aroused again, what the pit 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 direct those it will stretch her.



"microphone, I am sorry but it is sentence for you to will us. Amanda Jane who is with you will let you sleep together when you can look again, but you can proceed 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, purpleness shoes, panties and bra.

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

microphone's back talk said no, but his cock 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 tv camera and sound. Everything you say and do is recorded, and certain people get to observe either real time or on video recording later."

microphone nodded, he was out of his astuteness, 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 lingua 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 brokenheartedness, Claudio you are very dense I don't think you can get that in me."

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

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

Carlo obviously ignored her and Mike heard her whimpering.

Then he heard her groaning with pain in the neck, then groaning with pleasure.

"shtup, you two mongrel have completely filled me, I can feel both your cocks rubbing inside."

Then Mike heard some movement and Sara squealed.

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

mike could try enough to envisage 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 groans and several times she screamed that she was coming. Mike could only imagine. The interference went on for a long sentence, he got the impression that Carlo and Claudio switched perspective regularly.

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

The filmdom switched back on and Ralf smiled at Mike.

"microphone your married woman has been splendid. My master is extremely pleased with her. Would you wish to see her now ?"

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

Mike saw Sara, lying on the floor, she was wrapped in charge card wrap from her shoulders to her hips, her breasts flattened. Sara's hair and make-up were now a mess, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her privileged thighs, microphone could see streams of come and juices dribbling down.

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