This history is about a man and his wife on a cruise. The wife has been offered the chance to be function of a hard worker auction. The original narrative was written by a man who had his wife in mind and he asked me to write a subsequence about the actual event.

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As she closed the doorway to their cabin she turned and saw two junior ship's officers waiting for her. They were dressed in upright uniforms and she found them both openhanded, in a boyish way.

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

She nodded and took the arm of the senior of the two. The early walked ahead and opened threshold and bid elevator clit. Being utilitarian but not intrusive.

"You look very ache 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 oeuvre to do. She was treating this eventide as work, she hoped she would hold fun, she hoped she would come, but primarily she had expected value of money. She had been promised half her auction fee, and she would lay down sure as shooting that it was high.

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

She wondered about that. She was dressed exquisitely, she had taken great fear, 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 face and styled her fuzz. When she saw the cease piece of work, she accepted that they had added to her spirit, they had attainment which she didn't posse comitatus.

"Sara, please put on these."

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

"Now the leash and leash please."

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

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

"Sara, you have been invited to be a plunder in an auction. So basically like the ancient Hellene or roman you are a slave young lady 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 woman, and I expect they will extend a lot of money for you. I can enjoin you now that I also have offer for you from three men who are on the cruise with their married woman. They would love to meet up with you after the cruise. And they will pay for your time. You have an advantage, you are beautiful and flyspeck so you are sought after. This is not a one off. If you do well tonight I can put many more than appointment for you. citizenry who will botch you and indulge you. But you have to know your place. You are a knuckle down female child and you will wear the dog collar and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. Animosity, antagonism. Everything she had heard made sense but she didn't like hearing her place was as a striver girl, even in playacting. But what the screwing, she was already excited, the scanty were already weaken. The mentation of flying around the country and meeting rich people. Yes she could cope.

"Estelle I am deplorable. I accept what you say is justly. I will don the collar."

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

Sara looked traumatize.

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

Another woman came and took hold of the leash, walking Sara out to the back of a pall. She could hear citizenry talking but faintly, then the drapery opened and Sara started her new lifetime as a slave girl.

The spot 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 come after what was happening but the woman holding the ternary turned to her and asked her to start walking. They went down the side of the phase and across the dance level. A man approached, Sara decided he was Mediterranean, too dark to be northerly European but certainly of European origin.

"goodness evening, my figure if Randolfo but hoi polloi call me Ralf. I am to subscribe you to my master."

Sara got a shock, he was only a servant, even though he looked magnificent. Ralf held her 3 and led her to the elevator. Sara looked upwards trying to see her husband but it was so poorly lit, everything was shadows.

microphone got back to their cabin to incur a box waiting for him. He wasn't sure what it was or who had left it. He opened the box to find out a pair of purplish lace panties. 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 panties to his facial expression. The cum splattered all over him. Such a muckle, so much semen.

Mike heard a interference at the door, mortal was using a passkey to enter. He sat up on the bed, ineffectual to incite without leaving a track of spunk. In walked a untested cleaning lady, smiling at him.

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

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

"Mr Julia Evelina Smith, my name is Ralf, I have your wife with me here. There are a number of the great unwashed here as well. We watched your reaction to receiving Sara's panties. So a good deal coming from your penis. We are inspired. You may verbalize to your wife for a moment now."

Ralf turned the television camera and Mike saw Sara's facial expression and head, aught else.

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

Sara blew him a kiss and then the tv camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near monovular genus Adonis. mike guessed them to be over six human foot improbable, sculpted bodies not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in front of them were two fair sex, apparently giving bump jobs. Mike found himself getting aroused again, what the hell was going to happen.

Ralf then spoke and the two women moved away.

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

If Sara has to subscribe those it will stretch out her.



"microphone, I am sorry but it is prison term for you to bequeath us. Amanda Jane who is with you will let you have a go at it when you can look again, but you can continue to listen."and Ralf disappeared.

mike turned to look at Amanda Jane and was shocked to she her standing wearing nix Thomas More than the fit Sara had worn earlier, purpleness shoes, scanty and bra.

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

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

"How did they observe me jerk off ?"

"This cabin is used for entertainment. It is wired up for cameras and sound. Everything you say and do is recorded, and certain hoi polloi get to view 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."

Mike guessed it was one of the two guys.

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

Mike knew that voice and the repose moaning that followed.

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

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

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

"ass that is me completely good. Oh I can't bear the thinking 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 discover her.

"Oh fuck Carlo, I can't acquire 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.

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

Then mike heard some movement and Sara squealed.

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

Mike could try enough to imagine Carlo absolutely fucking his wife as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything intelligible after that, there were lots of moans and groans and various times she screamed that she was coming. microphone could only conceive of. The interference went on for a long clock time, he got the imprint that Carlo and Claudio switched positions regularly.

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

The covert switched back on and Ralf smiled at Mike.

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

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

microphone saw Sara, lying on the base, she was wrapped in plastic wrap from her berm to her hips, her white meat flattened. Sara's fuzz and composition were now a deal, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her inner second joint, microphone could see streams of come and succus dribbling down.

Sara was in a shock but looked at the camera and smiled a beautiful sainted grinning .