This tarradiddle is about a man and his wife on a cruise. The wife has been offered the opportunity to be part of a slave auction bridge. The master copy story was written by a man who had his wife in mind and he asked me to write a sequel about the actual event.

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As she closed the threshold to their cabin she turned and saw two Jr ship's ship's officer waiting for her. They were dressed in dear uniforms and she found them both handsome, in a schoolboyish way.

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

She nodded and took the arm of the elder of the two. The early take the air ahead and opened door and adjure elevator buttons. Being utilitarian but not intrusive.

"You look very impudent dressed in your uniform, I guess you get wads of cleaning lady 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 employment, she hoped she would get fun, she hoped she would get along, but primarily she had outlook of money. She had been promised half her auction fee, and she would make certain that it was high.

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

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

She was asked to strip completely, which raised her hackles but she complied. They then made her face and styled her pilus. When she saw the stop work, she accepted that they had added to her feel, they had skills which she didn't possess.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't much to put on, empurpled heels, pantie and bra. They looked good on and suited her colouring.

"Now the dog collar and leash please."

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

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

"Sara, you have been invited to be a award in an auction. So basically like the ancient Hellene or Epistle of Paul the Apostle to the Romans you are a slave girl being sold to the highest bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very wealthy hoi polloi. On this cruise, you are the most beautiful char, and I expect they will offer a lot of money for you. I can assure you now that I also have offer for you from three men who are on the cruise with their wife. They would love to receive up with you after the sail. And they will pay for your meter. You have an vantage, 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 day of the month for you. masses who will cosset you and indulge you. But you have to know your plaza. You are a break one's back fille and you will wear the collar and leash."

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

"Estelle I am drear. I accept what you say is correctly. I will wear down the collar."

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

Sara looked scandalise.

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

Another fair sex came and took grasp of the leash, walking Sara out to the dorsum of a curtain. She could hear masses talking but faintly, then the drapery opened and Sara started her new life as a slave girl.

The glare were on her so she could not see much of what happened. She was amazed when she heard Estelle United States Department of State a hundred thousand bid. Wow, fifty thousand for one night.

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

"Good evening, my name if Randolfo but multitude call me Ralf. I am to take you to my master."

Sara got a shock, 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 hubby 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 pair of imperial lace panties. He held them to his nose and could smell Sara's aroma. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his cock and started stroking, holding the panties to his face. The cum splattered all over him. Such a mess, so a good deal semen.

mike heard a noise at the threshold, person was using a passkey to enter. He sat up on the bed, unable to move without leaving a trail of spunk. In walked a offspring charwoman, smiling at him.

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

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

"Mr Smith, my figure is Ralf, I have your wife with me here. There are a routine of people here as well. We watched your chemical reaction to receiving Sara's panties. So often coming from your member. We are inspired. You may talk to your married woman for a moment now."

Ralf turned the tv camera and Mike saw Sara's grimace and head word, nothing else.

"microphone I am not allowed to tell you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to know I am delicately, being treated very well, if a little 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 genus Adonis. Mike guessed them to be over six feet magniloquent, sculpted bodies not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in front of them were two women, apparently giving black eye Job. 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 heavyset penises.

If Sara has to study 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 know when you can look again, but you can proceed to listen."and Ralf disappeared.

microphone turned to count at Amanda Jane and was shocked to she her standing wearing nothing Sir Thomas More than the outfit Sara had worn earlier, purple shoes, panties and bra.

"I am freely available to you if you wish, otherwise we can sit and hear 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 wank ?"

"This cabin is used for entertainment. It is wired up for television camera and speech sound. Everything you say and do is recorded, and sure people get to watch either tangible 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 knife is so good."

mike knew that vocalism 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 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 take heed her.

"Oh fuck Carlo, I can't take aim you in my ass. No don't."

Carlo obviously ignored her and microphone heard her whimpering.

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

"Fuck, you two bastards 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, bang my ass hard."

mike could hear enough to imagine Carlo absolutely fucking his wife as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything graspable after that, there were scads of moans and groan and respective times she screamed that she was coming. Mike could only imagine. The interference went on for a long time, he got the impression 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 concealment switched back on and Ralf smiled at Mike.

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

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

mike saw Sara, lying on the floor, she was wrapped in moldable wrapping from her articulatio humeri to her pelvis, her breasts flattened. Sara's whisker and makeup were now a mess, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her inner thighs, mike could see streams of come and juices dribbling down.

Sara was in a shock but looked at the camera and smiled a beautiful angelic smiling .