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I was Xandier Hollifield. I had been invites to an exclusive party on Black Point, a Black Tie affair. We were hosting Loverboy, and there was no shortage of blonde beauties, with perfect Aqua netted hair. I dressed simply in comparison. A lavender silk that belted at the hips. I was no raving beauty, and I knew that, I was a realist for sure. But my very best friends always had a chance to get with the band. I was having an affair with the promoter, and that was good enough for me, I was not a groupie by any standards. I walked into the party, and the entire floor was bathed in white marble, with a sunken fireplace in the middle and a circular couch. All the women seemed to gravitate to it, and I also took a spot. I sat with my Beautiful in hand, and listened to the aimless gossip for a few minuets. The lady beside me, was in her late forties, and very stricking I must say. I was still 3 years short of being legal age, but I did know class when I saw it, and she was classy. She asked if I had a light for her cigarette, and I lit it for her.After about 5 min, she asked if I wanted to powder my nose.Hell yeah I thought, as I nodded.We entered a bathroom that was unbelievable. It was so big, carpeted, white just as everything else in the home. She and I went into a private bathroom 7 sinks, and a number of single toilet stalls, plus a huge sunken bath tube.It was wild to me to see that kind of extravagance.Once we got in, she locked the door behind me, and started to get the Fijians ready, suddenly a knock, and then, "Julie its me" . Julie asked me if I would be so kind to open the door, and I did ever so obident I was then.Standing before me was a woman that was a perfect beauty. I could only star at her, her face, and figure and hope that I would be so beautiful one day. She looked at me, and smiled politly, then with her right hand stroked my hair, " My your hair is so beautiful, is it natural ?", Was she just trying to be nice I woundered. Looking up at her. Her eyes, so soft, and inquisitive. Pulling her hand down from my hair, and up for me to take hold of, "I am Charmaigne, and you are?, "I am Charlie", I said. As I stared at her frame my hostes, Julie nodged me, and then said to go ahead, do a little happy salt. As I bent down to inhale, I noticed these women looking at me in a very desirable way. I felt flushed, and somewhat embarrassed.I had never met woman so sophisticated before.I felt unfinnished, and somewhat naieve. And nothing at all if even near he same league that they where in. As we started to talk, began to ask me about my personal life, I ever had a female lover, and was a bit taken by their forward questions. Soon I was blushing. And they laughed at this. With out another word, they took me by the hand, and led me out of the bathroom, and into a large guest room. With my Hostes infront of me, slipping her hand along the front of my dress, her gal pal, began to kis my neck, and squeeze my already erect nipples. Soon I found I was nude before these woman, and standing before them as if I where under inspection. I was slowly led to the bed, and layed down, and I felt soft lips on my stomach, and dropping down towards my thieghs. I closed my eyes, because I felt shame, but along with it, I felt excited. And for the wet and swollen pussy I had, I was a give away. As I felt on soft mouth reach my wet pussy, and start to lick gentaly, another stood over me, and began to tease me with her wounderful pussy in my face. Just as I would have the nerve to lick, she would pull up, and away from the reach of my toungue. I felt my pussy swelling, and dripping wet, so much that the cum was dripping between my ass. Suddenly I felt a grip on both my legs, and they where pulled up, and apart. I was fully exposed, and delirious with the possibilties. Thoughts of being raped by 6 or seven women rushed through my mind, and the things that they might do to me for their own perverted pleasure. Stick a bottle of wine in my pussy, or purhaps, the end of a hair brush. My mind whirled at the thoughts of what may happen. Suddenly I heard another voice, and I knew that something speacial was in store for me. I felt someone sit next to my spread legs, and then a cold object was pushed into my pussy. It shocked me, and I heard someone say, she likes that ice cock dosent she? I was speachless, I had never been with a woman, let alone like this. And as many times as I wanted to have a freaky experience, I never knew that what I had fantasized about was true for some. As I felt the ice cock pulled from my pussy. Another object was inserted into my soft wet pussy. A wine bottle. Ohh and it felt so good. I had never felt so sluty, and like such a whore in my life, yet I loved it. I wanted to be treated like a slut, be called a tramp. and be forced to be fucked with every object available to be stuffed into my wet swollen pussy. I had only a moment to realize what was going on, when I felt the dildo slide up into my ass , and I never would have believed it, but it felt so good to be degraded in this way. I wanted to be tied up in the front room, and have anyone who wanted me, to have me. To be forced to take a cock in muy ass, a pussy in my mouth, and a bottle of wine in my pussy, as another drank its contents with every contraction that I had. This was diffenatly something I wanted to happen again and again. As I felt the pressure of my on comming orgasim, I started to moan, and was cheered on. CUM!CUM!CUM! was what I was told, and as I felt someones mouth sucking on my clit, as the bottle slippedin and out my orgasim rolled out hard from deep with in my womb. As it did, I began to beg " FUCK ME!, PLEASE FUCK ME!" I didn't want it to ever stop. I wanted to test tool ever made for a pussy. At last, the spiral of the orgasim wound down, and I was left breathing hard, and moaning. Ohhh would this ever happen to me again? was all that went through my head. As my legs were brought down, I was handed my cloths, and shown to the shower. When I was finished, I found the house empty except for the chaufer. "May I take you home know madame?", was all he said. Saddend by the end of the event, I got into the car. And all I could think about was the events of the evening. I had to finger fuck myself 2 times befor I got home. As I was shown to the door, the driver then said...." Next week, you are invited to another party in your honor...what time should I pick you up?". The following week, I was again put up into restraints, yet I as not at all traeted nicely as I was before. Legs apart. A iron bar was put between them, and locked around my ankles. I was powerless now, and completly vulnerable. Horrified at the thought of my delima. I felt the tears of shame flow from my eyes. I closed them tight. I din't want to see. A board was slipped under my body, and soon, I was being lited into the air by way of ass first. Then turned over, at an angle, My ass lifted high in air, and my hips resting on some thing cushioned, I was still suspended, and yet balanced. I could only picture the sight, arms streached out above me, and legs apart, ass high in the air, and every part of me visible. I heard them wispering to them selves, and I seen felt a soft leather object between my legs, as figers spread my pussy lips, another hand guided this leather dilido deep into my pussy. I was hardly wet, and she forced what did not go in easily. I heard The New Hostes wispering in my ear " I am going to sell you to the highest bidder here tonight, and let them fuck you until they are spent, and then I will do it again, and again, until every last person has fucked every hole , and you are ozzeing with cum, do you like the sound of that?", As I began to shake my head in a no, I felt the sting of a crop, hit my ass high on the hip. Hard, and swift. It stung, and again I felt deep shame, and powerlessness. " That was not the right answer my dear", She said. "You see, this is all for you my dear.You are the entertainment tonight" and again, I felt the crop come down hard on me. This time, right on my opened pussy lips. Tears streaming down my face.I knew I was in trouble. Feeling my lips pulled apart, then clips on them, as if to keep them spread apart. Was there no part of me, left hidden? I Could do nothing, I was at the mercy of this Women, who said I was to be sold. As the action began, I heard Her descibe me as if a race horse. When at last the bid was complete I was sold for 50, 000 dollars, no hard limits other than the ussual, and for a time no longer than a year, and no less than 6 months. Well I guess I would be getting all the pussy stuffing I had dreampt of, and the some hugh? Post a comment in response: |
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