This news report is about a man and his married woman on a cruise. The wife has been offered the opportunity to be part of a hard worker auction. The original story was written by a man who had his wife in nous and he asked me to write a subsequence about the actual event.

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As she closed the door to their cabin she turned and saw two Jr ship's officers waiting for her. They were dressed in easily uniforms and she found them both big, 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 former walked ahead and opened doorway and pressed elevator push button. Being utile but not intrusive.

"You look very impertinent dressed in your uniform, I guess you get draw of adult female 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 eventide as body of work, she hoped she would own fun, she hoped she would fare, but primarily she had expectation of money. She had been promised half her auction fee, and she would make for sure that it was high.

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

She wondered about that. She was dressed exquisitely, she had taken great attention, 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 hair. When she saw the finished study, 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 much to put on, purple heels, panties and bra. They looked dear on and suited her color.

"Now the collar and tether please."

"What, I am not a dog, I am not going to assume 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 prize in an auction. So basically like the antediluvian Greeks or Roman you are a slave girlfriend 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 declare oneself a lot of money for you. I can tell you now that I also have offers for you from three men who are on the cruise with their wives. They would love to encounter up with you after the cruise. And they will pay for your clip. 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 Sir Thomas More dates for you. multitude who will spoil you and coddle you. But you have to know your place. You are a slave girl and you will wear 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 striver young woman, even in playacting. But what the fuck, she was already excited, the panties were already dampish. The thought of flying around the country and meeting rich people. Yes she could cope.

"Estelle I am no-account. I accept what you say is right. I will tire the collar."

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

Sara looked appalled.

"Don't want to cocker the shuffling up, do we ?"

Another woman came and took hold of the collar, walking Sara out to the spinal column of a drape. She could hear mass talking but faintly, then the mantle 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 thousand for one night.

Sara could not really follow what was happening but the womanhood holding the leash turned to her and asked her to embark on walking. They went down the face of the stage and across the saltation flooring. A man approached, Sara decided he was Mediterranean, too black to be Frederick North European but certainly of European origin.

"good eve, my gens if Randolfo but masses call me Ralf. I am to adopt you to my master."

Sara got a daze, 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 poorly lit, everything was shadows.

Mike got back to their cabin to find oneself a box waiting for him. He wasn't sure what it was or who had left it. He opened the box to observe a duad of purpleness lace pantie. He held them to his nose and could smell Sara's olfactory property. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his tool and started stroking, holding the pantie to his nerve. The cum splattered all over him. Such a mickle, so a good deal semen.

Mike heard a disturbance at the room access, someone was using a passkey to enter. He sat up on the bed, ineffective to move without leaving a track of spunk. In walked a offspring charwoman, smiling at him.

"Mr David Smith, please switch over 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 smith, my gens is Ralf, I have your wife with me here. There are a identification number of people here as well. We watched your response to receiving Sara's panties. So much coming from your penis. We are inspired. You may blab out to your wife for a here and now now."

Ralf turned the camera and microphone saw Sara's facial expression and drumhead, zip else.

"Mike I am not allowed to tell 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 television camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near identical Adonises. Mike guessed them to be over six human foot marvellous, sculpted physical structure not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in figurehead of them were two women, apparently giving blow jobs. Mike found himself getting aroused again, what the hell was going to happen.

Ralf then spoke and the two fair sex moved away.

mike could now see both Claudio and Carlo were fully vertical, not overly long but very loggerheaded penises.

If Sara has to take those it will stretch her.



"microphone, I am sorry but it is fourth dimension for you to leave us. Amanda Jane who is with you will let you have sex when you can look again, but you can carry on to listen."and Ralf disappeared.

microphone turned to look at Amanda Jane and was shocked to she her standing wearing nil more than the rig Sara had worn earlier, purple shoes, panties and bra.

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

mike's sass 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 amusement. It is wired up for tv camera and sound. Everything you say and do is recorded, and certain people get to look out either real meter 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 oink 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."

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.

"shtup, you two asshole have completely filled me, I can experience both your cock rubbing inside."

Then Mike heard some movement and Sara squealed.

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

microphone could get a line enough to envisage Carlo absolutely fucking his married woman as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything intelligible after that, there were lashings of groan and groan and several prison term she screamed that she was coming. Mike could only imagine. The racket went on for a long time, he got the imprint that Carlo and Claudio switched positions regularly.

He also had sure thing 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 fantabulous. My superior is extremely pleased with her. Would you like to see her now ?"

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

Mike saw Sara, lying on the trading floor, she was wrapped in plastic wrap from her shoulders to her hips, her titty flattened. Sara's hair and makeup were now a mess, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her inner second joint, Mike could see current of seed and juices dribbling down.

Sara was in a fog but looked at the camera and smiled a beautiful angelic smile .