White Slave Auction - Dianne - Sex Stories

White Slave Auction - Dianne

... care to avoid any body contact so all she felt was his hands, stroking, patting, pushing, working, teasing across her shoulders and then down her arms. As he leaned forward to reach her wrists, he planted soft kisses on her spine, still taking care to avoid body contact.

Dianne was squirming under his ministrations. She could feel her vulva becoming moist but dared not move from her position without his specific permission.

His hands reached under her breasts, squeezing gently at first and then increasing the pressure to the point of discomfort and allowing his fingers to slide downward until he held each nipple between thumb and finger, pinching with steadily increasing pressure until she cried out, but doggedly holding her position. She needed to please him this way. Releasing her nipples, he returned to play with her whole breast again, working them over until once again punishing the nipples. Over and over he repeated his teasing of her breasts, drawing murmurs of pleasure alternating with squeals of pain. Her fluid was now literally dripping from her and running down the insides of her thighs.

Leaving her breasts he moved down to her waist, toying with her belly button and swiping a hand quickly but deliberately over her steaming sex.

"You are very wet, my dear."

"It's all your fault, Sir," she giggled. "You do this to me."

"Stand up!" With some effort, she straightened up and turned her back to the wall to face him.

"You have never looked more ...

... beautiful. Lie on the bed." She moved to the bed, sat, and rolled suggestively onto her back.

"No, Liebchen. Face down." She rolled over, burying her head between two pillows.

"I will spend today learning every detail of your beautiful body. I will have you again. Many times."

"I am yours to please you as you command until midnight."

"I will have you again. Many times." He repeated.

"As often as you want until midnight, my sweet Master."

"You don't understand. I will have you again. "But Sir, the auction contract finishes at midnight tonight. It ends there."

With that he sat across her thighs and reaching forward, resumed his earlier exploration of her shoulders and upper back, running his hands from her neck, down her arms and across again, brushing the sides of her breasts.

"Turn over." He raised himself from her legs to allow her to comply.

Kicking her legs apart, he buried himself in her in one brutal thrust, simultaneously covering her mouth with his, his tongue searching hers. Tiring quickly after their earlier coupling, their lovemaking slowed from its violent beginning to a gentle exploration of each other's sex. Seeking variety, Helmut withdrew from Dianne and rolled her over into a kneeling position, then driving himself back into her sopping pussy and building up a slow and steady rhythm. There was no rush this time. His hands sought her breasts again, kneading the soft and pliable flesh and pinching repeatedly on the erect nipples. She fell ...