White Slave Auction - Dianne - Sex Stories

White Slave Auction - Dianne

... Dianne's calves, pausing at that sensitive spot behind the knees. she continued her upward exploration of Dianne's thighs, running her hands along the inside until her fingers brushed very gently against Dianne's pussy lips, touching her clit suggestively and then stroking down to her inner thighs again, until Dianne was unable to stop her response and started pulsing her hips to meet the woman's teasing hand. By the time her hands had hefted Dianne's breasts and pinched her nipples, she was quivering in anticipation.

Manicured fingers stroked the sides of her face, pausing at the edge of her perfect lips. She was unable to prevent herself from running her tongue across the corners of her mouth where those fingers had rested moments before. The inspection, unpleasant though it was at times, passed quickly, bringing the auctioneer back to the stage to instruct the assistants to release the slaves and take them back to the waiting room.

"Lot One," he called. The house lights remained dim, the first slave was escorted to the stage by her assistant. "The reserve price for Number One is $15,000. We all know she's worth far more than that. Do I hear twenty?"

In the uneasy silence that followed, the auctioneer addressed the slave directly. "Perhaps these good folk don't fully appreciate what they're getting here. She's totally uninhibited too”, droned the auctioneer, urging her to spread her pussy lips open and insert a couple of fingers.

"Fifteen" came the call from ...

... the back of the room. The dam burst and bidding rapidly ran through twenty, but stalling at twenty six, offered by one of the Arabian oil sheiks.

Numbers two and three drew spirited bidding as the crowd quickly realized that their chances of success with only six slaves on offer were limited, but when bidding started on Number Four interest surged. Number Four was pretty in a girl-next-door way, without being spectacular. The bid came immediately from another of the oil magnates, who then became locked in a fierce bidding war with the guy in the cowboy outfit. By the time they stopped, the oilman had picked up his prize for $130,000

Dianne's turn came. All the signs were in her favor. She was the last slave on offer and had attracted considerable interest during the inspection. The auctioneer asked her to pirouette for the crowd. Drawing herself up to her full height, she raised her arms above her head and crossed her wrists, twirling quickly.

"Seventy five!" from a distinctly European male voice. It drew a surprised gasp from several guests. There were no other bids and the successful bidder strode up to the stage to exchanged details with the finance director to transfer the funds to both the auctioneer and to Dianne's accounts.

Within minutes, Dianne found herself covered head to toe in a hooded coverall and shepherded into a luxury limo, beside a man who introduced himself as Helmut. As they travelled, he informed her that he was the procurer for a syndicate of ...