A woman's auction - part five
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After this section I stood near the wall, and as everyone was half full no one gave me much ball. At that moment my husband came close to me, and lightly stroking my breast spoke: you're only a depravity. I thought he was reproaching me and retorted: do you want to go away love? No, she replied. I am amazed by your attitudes. You have always been discreet, and now without more or less turns into a real zone whore with lots of guys at once. I answered: My love it was you who started and induced me to enter in this adventure. I'm adoring, because every cell of my being is enjoying it, and I decided not to care about any moral brakes or social barriers. Today is our day to make the most out of this place, but if you are thinking that I am exaggerating then I can pretend, but inside I am in paradise as lovely as it is. Today I am not your wife, I am a slave who must give pleasure to everyone present, and so I will act". He immediately retorted: "No way! I asked if he wanted me to give him a blowjob, because it was forbidden to climb up there. He said that he could handle it and the landlord had warned us that everything we did should be out in the open without hiding anything from anyone. That's what he said then walked away leaving me alone again. But before long, men and women began surrounding me once more; they came over, touched me, stroked my hair, and continued talking. A woman about fifty years old told her friends: "The slave has not satisfied any of these ladies yet, is she? Let's get the auctioneer to start another phase right away. They called the man who put me on top of the table again and he summoned everyone. When the class was assembled, he said: "Any suggestions regarding what we will be auctioning from now on". The women present want to be satisfied by the slave but since today everything is done through bidding, let us guess a little bit. At this time the owner of the house had opened a room that led to the entrance hall and everyone had gone in there for parading. Only now did I see that it was here where the paraphernalia of sadomasochism were located. The women all came out with collars around their necks, half-naked, covered by leather clothes, some sporting a ponytail which I didn't know yet if it was tucked up into anus. The men - at least most of them with whiplashes in hand - had already been beating on their own wives and others as well. A waiter arrived with his arms full of parading and left everything on a sofa. Immediately, one of the women shouted: let's auction off the right to turn a slave into an equine!!!!! Everybody loved that idea except me who didn't know what it was about. The auction started and this time things got heated. My costume rights hit $5,600 reais. I went crazy and prepared myself thinking they were going to put something leather on me or little more than that. The winning bid came from a couple where you could clearly see that the woman gave out cards. Then I learned she owned their fortune. It was explained. They told me to get off the coffee table and stand in the middle of the room. The woman, who was not at all ugly and must have been about my age, took a brake-like thing from her pile of utensils and came over and put it on me. She forced my mouth open and when I opened up he shoved that goatee into my mouth and sharpened the mask against the back of my neck. It was very uncomfortable but there wasn't anything I could do; I just hadn't counted on it. Then his husband walked behind me and made me bend down so everyone could see my butt. I didn't see the time when he picked up his instrument, but I realized that he had put an object in front of my rectum and without any delicacy began to force it inside me. I tried hard not to shed tears because I was hurting so much. When I realised that I had reached the end he straightened me out. It wasn't a very big or thick thing, but it caused me some discomfort. I did not know how long I would have this stuff stuck on me, so I prepared myself for a long stint. My tail was already shaved, what more could come? The woman came in with a sort of leather-striped corset and, passing over my breasts, fastened it to the back so that I was securely strapped up by the leather strips. I must have been getting into shape because everyone praised me; when this phase had ended she pulled me on her goat's reins, walked around all the rooms of the house showing myself off for any guests they might not have seen before and as she passed through a large mirror which stood in the main hall, I saw myself. The sight of myself with those ornaments made me tremendously aroused, pushed my breasts and back even more. The woman realized it and spoke to her husband: the slave girl liked what she saw. I think that she was trying to excite herself as much as possible before starting anything with me, but her husband did not, because all the time he had his hand either on my butt or in my cheek. He stuck his fingers into me, looked for my little front hole put his finger there while we walked. When we approached the owner of the house, his wife asked him when he was going to eat me so that everyone could enjoy everything they wanted from me. He replied that in about 45 minutes I would use it. When we arrived at an indoor room, the woman turned to her husband and said: "Let's immediately take advantage of the money invested on a seagull". What do you want to do with her? We go over to that couch there, take off her cock so she can suck me good. The man obeyed and we went up on the sofa. She laid down with legs wide open and ordered me to kneel and suck it. I hadn't even touched another woman until that day, let alone a blow job, but I did what was told, and tried to do as much artistically as possible. Her husband sat next to her and told me to suck him too, alternating between his mouthpiece and his cock. His dick was already hard but he had difficulty making fun of it so I went from one to the other until I felt that my wife shook and focused more on her until she started having an orgasm. I went deep in search of the liquid, at the same time feeling that she was very much enjoying my endeavor.When she finished mocking me, she squeezed her legs on my head, holding my mouth tight against her lipstick, and stayed like this for about three minutes. It remained until her husband complained he wanted to make fun too. As soon as she let go of me, I gave up his cock and also did a whimsy blowjob. I used everything I had learned from my husband, and that night, plus innate wisdom into high-class hooker. Before long the man discharged all that was in my mouth. Once again I gave a demonstration of what I was capable of. Holding it very slowly so that he would feel that I loved his cock, and sipping through the whole thing little by little. They love when they know you like their broth because most women only do this out of obligation or compulsion. After having exhausted all her seed, I got up and stood waiting. The near-deceased woman called one of her friends who was passing by and said: "The hour in which you have a chance at an auction to buy any suckling egg is worth every penny you spend". I was a little upset about the word "little animal", but, you know, it's nice to be complimented on your blow job.
After this section I stood near the wall, and as everyone was half full no one gave me much ball. At that moment my husband came close to me, and lightly stroking my breast spoke: you're only a depravity. I thought he was reproaching me and retorted: do you want to go away love? No, she replied. I am amazed by your attitudes. You have always been discreet, and now without more or less turns into a real zone whore with lots of guys at once. I answered: My love it was you who started and induced me to enter in this adventure. I'm adoring, because every cell of my being is enjoying it, and I decided not to care about any moral brakes or social barriers. Today is our day to make the most out of this place, but if you are thinking that I am exaggerating then I can pretend, but inside I am in paradise as lovely as it is. Today I am not your wife, I am a slave who must give pleasure to everyone present, and so I will act". He immediately retorted: "No way! I asked if he wanted me to give him a blowjob, because it was forbidden to climb up there. He said that he could handle it and the landlord had warned us that everything we did should be out in the open without hiding anything from anyone. That's what he said then walked away leaving me alone again. But before long, men and women began surrounding me once more; they came over, touched me, stroked my hair, and continued talking. A woman about fifty years old told her friends: "The slave has not satisfied any of these ladies yet, is she? Let's get the auctioneer to start another phase right away. They called the man who put me on top of the table again and he summoned everyone. When the class was assembled, he said: "Any suggestions regarding what we will be auctioning from now on". The women present want to be satisfied by the slave but since today everything is done through bidding, let us guess a little bit. At this time the owner of the house had opened a room that led to the entrance hall and everyone had gone in there for parading. Only now did I see that it was here where the paraphernalia of sadomasochism were located. The women all came out with collars around their necks, half-naked, covered by leather clothes, some sporting a ponytail which I didn't know yet if it was tucked up into anus. The men - at least most of them with whiplashes in hand - had already been beating on their own wives and others as well. A waiter arrived with his arms full of parading and left everything on a sofa. Immediately, one of the women shouted: let's auction off the right to turn a slave into an equine!!!!! Everybody loved that idea except me who didn't know what it was about. The auction started and this time things got heated. My costume rights hit $5,600 reais. I went crazy and prepared myself thinking they were going to put something leather on me or little more than that. The winning bid came from a couple where you could clearly see that the woman gave out cards. Then I learned she owned their fortune. It was explained. They told me to get off the coffee table and stand in the middle of the room. The woman, who was not at all ugly and must have been about my age, took a brake-like thing from her pile of utensils and came over and put it on me. She forced my mouth open and when I opened up he shoved that goatee into my mouth and sharpened the mask against the back of my neck. It was very uncomfortable but there wasn't anything I could do; I just hadn't counted on it. Then his husband walked behind me and made me bend down so everyone could see my butt. I didn't see the time when he picked up his instrument, but I realized that he had put an object in front of my rectum and without any delicacy began to force it inside me. I tried hard not to shed tears because I was hurting so much. When I realised that I had reached the end he straightened me out. It wasn't a very big or thick thing, but it caused me some discomfort. I did not know how long I would have this stuff stuck on me, so I prepared myself for a long stint. My tail was already shaved, what more could come? The woman came in with a sort of leather-striped corset and, passing over my breasts, fastened it to the back so that I was securely strapped up by the leather strips. I must have been getting into shape because everyone praised me; when this phase had ended she pulled me on her goat's reins, walked around all the rooms of the house showing myself off for any guests they might not have seen before and as she passed through a large mirror which stood in the main hall, I saw myself. The sight of myself with those ornaments made me tremendously aroused, pushed my breasts and back even more. The woman realized it and spoke to her husband: the slave girl liked what she saw. I think that she was trying to excite herself as much as possible before starting anything with me, but her husband did not, because all the time he had his hand either on my butt or in my cheek. He stuck his fingers into me, looked for my little front hole put his finger there while we walked. When we approached the owner of the house, his wife asked him when he was going to eat me so that everyone could enjoy everything they wanted from me. He replied that in about 45 minutes I would use it. When we arrived at an indoor room, the woman turned to her husband and said: "Let's immediately take advantage of the money invested on a seagull". What do you want to do with her? We go over to that couch there, take off her cock so she can suck me good. The man obeyed and we went up on the sofa. She laid down with legs wide open and ordered me to kneel and suck it. I hadn't even touched another woman until that day, let alone a blow job, but I did what was told, and tried to do as much artistically as possible. Her husband sat next to her and told me to suck him too, alternating between his mouthpiece and his cock. His dick was already hard but he had difficulty making fun of it so I went from one to the other until I felt that my wife shook and focused more on her until she started having an orgasm. I went deep in search of the liquid, at the same time feeling that she was very much enjoying my endeavor.When she finished mocking me, she squeezed her legs on my head, holding my mouth tight against her lipstick, and stayed like this for about three minutes. It remained until her husband complained he wanted to make fun too. As soon as she let go of me, I gave up his cock and also did a whimsy blowjob. I used everything I had learned from my husband, and that night, plus innate wisdom into high-class hooker. Before long the man discharged all that was in my mouth. Once again I gave a demonstration of what I was capable of. Holding it very slowly so that he would feel that I loved his cock, and sipping through the whole thing little by little. They love when they know you like their broth because most women only do this out of obligation or compulsion. After having exhausted all her seed, I got up and stood waiting. The near-deceased woman called one of her friends who was passing by and said: "The hour in which you have a chance at an auction to buy any suckling egg is worth every penny you spend". I was a little upset about the word "little animal", but, you know, it's nice to be complimented on your blow job.
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