The Group III- I am sold - Sex Stories

The Group III- I am sold

... piece of folded paper in a bowl that was being passed around the room. After counting the ballots, the master of ceremonies approached us one at a time. As he spoke to each contestant, they returned to their partner. I was the last standing.

He approached me. He said only, ‘Are you ready?”

I nodded affirmatively. Then he slipped my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I thought. ‘Oh God, be proud. Be strong. Be the woman all the men want and the women here want to be.’

“Who will make the first bid for the lovely Darlene?”

Standing confidently as the bids rolled in, I tried to follow who were the common bidders, who might own me for a few hours. But after their initial hand raise the bidders simply used a nod of the head, a raised finger, or some other subtle indicator. It was hard to follow, but I knew I would belong to one or more of them soon.

I looked for Greg. He was speaking to three couples, periodically glancing my way. One was Elle, my friend and owner from two months ago. I reflected on what she looked like naked when I heard the auctioneer call out, “Who will give me twenty thousand dollars for the lovely Darlene?”

‘Fuck! Twenty-thousand dollars?’ Then Elle raised her hand.

I couldn’t help but stare at Elle and her group. Greg whispered to Elle, then smiled at me. It was soon over. The winning bid was twenty-four thousand. I was awarded to Elle and her group.

The three couples approached me while I was still on the platform, ...

... naked save for my heels, still quivering, but not at all in fear. I was quivering from sheer carnal excitement.

As they approached the men stood back. Jesus, I wanted a cock in me, but it seemed the women would play first.

One was taller. She approached behind me and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close, and pressing into me. I couldn’t help but press my naked ass into her groin.

The other two approached me from either side and then began to give me light, fingertip caresses, from my neck to my feet. Everything was touched as my breathing grew deeper. Fortunately, the woman behind me held me as my legs were becoming weak.

My legs spread a bit when the woman whispered in my ear, “Keep your eyes open, Darlene. Look at all these people who want you right now and the women, unconsciously caressing their breasts. They wish they were you, the only one naked, with all eyes on you.”

She continued, “Greg told us about you. He told us what you love, what you crave, and all your vulnerabilities.”

At that moment both women’s mouths latched onto my nipples and sucked, hard, their tongues flicking the tips. I let out a moan, loud enough for all to hear. My legs buckled slightly as they began to assault both nipples, their hands holding my breasts, feeding their mouths.

“Keep your eyes open, Darlene. Watch them watching you.” I was instructed.

That was a hell of a lot tougher now that my nipples were sending electric shocks to my clit.

My left hand reached ...