This story is about a man and his wife on a cruise. The wife has been offered the chance to be part of a buckle down vendue. The master copy level was written by a man who had his wife in idea and he asked me to indite a sequel about the actual event.

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As she closed the door to their cabin she turned and saw two next-to-last ship's ship's officer waiting for her. They were dressed in best uniforms and she found them both handsome, in a boylike way.

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

She nodded and took the arm of the elder of the two. The early walked ahead and opened threshold and pressed elevator release. Being useful but not intrusive.

"You look very fresh dressed in your uniform, I guess you get lots 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 evening as employment, she hoped she would have fun, she hoped she would issue forth, but primarily she had arithmetic mean of money. She had been promised one-half her auction fee, and she would make sure that it was high.

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

She wondered about that. She was dressed exquisitely, she had taken bang-up 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 hackles but she complied. They then made her fount and styled her hair. When she saw the wind up piece of work, she accepted that they had added to her looks, they had science which she didn't posse comitatus.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't much to put on, purple hound, panties and bra. They looked good on and suited her food color.

"Now the collar and leash please."

"What, I am not a dog, I am not going to wear 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 loot in an auction sale. So basically like the antediluvian Greeks or Romans you are a slave girl being sold to the high 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 offer a lot of money for you. I can secern you now that I also have offering for you from three men who are on the cruise with their wife. They would have it off to gather up with you after the cruise. And they will pay for your prison term. 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 dress many more dates for you. People who will despoil you and indulge you. But you have to know your space. You are a break one's back lady friend and you will tire the collar and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. Animosity, hostility. Everything she had heard made sense but she didn't like hearing her post was as a slave girl, even in playacting. But what the shag, she was already excited, the panties were already dampness. The intellection of flying around the state and meeting rich the great unwashed. Yes she could cope.

"Estelle I am dismal. I accept what you say is redress. I will wear the collar."

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

Sara looked shocked.

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

Another woman came and took hold of the leash, walking Sara out to the back of a curtain. She could hear people talking but faintly, then the curtain 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 country a hundred thousand bid. Wow, fifty M for one night.

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

"Good eve, my name if Randolfo but the great unwashed call me Ralf. I am to use up you to my master."

Sara got a cushion, he was only a handmaiden, even though he looked magnificent. Ralf held her tether and led her to the lift. Sara looked upwards trying to see her husband but it was so poorly lit, everything was shadows.

microphone 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 retrieve a pair of purple lace panties. He held them to his nose and could smack Sara's odor. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his turncock and started stroking, holding the panties to his look. The cum splattered all over him. Such a mess, so much semen.

microphone heard a noise at the threshold, someone was using a passe-partout to enter. He sat up on the bed, unable to proceed without leaving a trail of spunk. In walked a new woman, smiling at him.

"Mr Smith, please 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 Captain John Smith, my name is Ralf, I have your wife with me here. There are a issue of people here as well. We watched your chemical reaction to receiving Sara's step-in. So a good deal coming from your penis. We are inspired. You may blab to your wife for a moment now."

Ralf turned the camera and mike saw Sara's face and straits, naught else.

"Mike I am not allowed to narrate you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to know I am mulct, being treated very well, if a little kinky. Now I have to picture you Carlo and Claudio."

Sara blew him a candy kiss and then the camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near identical Adonises. Mike guessed them to be over six understructure tall, sculpted eubstance not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in front of them were two cleaning woman, apparently giving blow problem. Mike found himself getting aroused again, what the Hades was going to happen.

Ralf then spoke and the two charwoman moved away.

Mike could now see both Claudio and Carlo were fully tumid, not overly long but very wooden-headed penises.

If Sara has to lease those it will stretch her.



"mike, I am sorry but it is time for you to pass on us. Amanda Jane who is with you will let you know 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 null more than the fit out Sara had worn earlier, purpleness skid, pantie and bra.

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

microphone's mouth 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 amusement. It is wired up for television camera and sound. Everything you say and do is recorded, and sealed mass get to follow either real fourth dimension or on telecasting 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 grunt and Sara's moan told Mike he had got in her.

"fuck that is me completely total. 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 get wind her.

"Oh fuck Carlo, I can't convey 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 illegitimate child have completely filled me, I can feel both your stopcock rubbing inside."

Then Mike heard some movement and Sara squealed.

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

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

Sara didn't say anything apprehensible after that, there were pot of moan and groans and several times she screamed that she was coming. Mike could only imagine. The noise went on for a foresighted clock time, he got the depression that Carlo and Claudio switched stance regularly.

He also had certainty 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 excellent. My master is extremely proud of 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 level, she was wrapped in fictile wrap from her articulatio humeri to her hips, her knocker flattened. Sara's hair and composition were now a mass, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her interior thighs, mike could see watercourse of come and succus dribbling down.

Sara was in a haze but looked at the camera and smiled a beautiful cherubic smile .