White Slave Auction - Dianne - Sex Stories

White Slave Auction - Dianne

... brothel/escort services in major cities around the world, that he attended slave auctions looking for likely prospects to add to their stable of call girl/whores.

“I have the writeup from the auction house but please tell me in your own words about your sexual history.” So in the next half hour Dianna told him about herself, from first hand and blow jobs in high school to partying in college and a sugar daddy ho supported her when she flunked out, to being a trophy wife at 20 to a wealthy hedge fund millionaire. How her husband had on occasionally lent her to business partners but her life had come crashing down when he had been convicted of securities fraud she had been left nearly destitute.

“How did you feel about your husband lending you out?” She hadn’t liked it for the most part because the men were only interested In their own pleasure though a couple of times had been enjoyable, especially one time with a very muscular and endowed football player, who had made sure that she enjoyed their bedroom romps as much as he did. The encounter had left her sore and exhausted but well satisfied.

“Have you had sex with women or with multiple partners at the same time?” Yes, to both and she had sometimes enjoyed it.

“Why had she decided to sell herself as a sex slave?” Her only talents and skills were in the bedroom so she decided that being a sex slave was her best chance of avoiding having to go out on the streets as a whore.

“Part of my role as a procurer is to ...

... evaluate the new prospects, so let’s get out of that coverall and get over my lap.” In seconds Dianne had shed the coverall and was stretched, naked over Helmut’s lap.

He first rubbed his hand over her buttocks then pushed her legs apart so he could fondle her pussy. It was mortifying, but she found herself becoming wet. Then he smacked her bare ass. Hard! “Ouch!”

Bracing herself on the floor of the car against the plush carpet as he felt his way around, wetting his fingers. She closed her eyes, as a rush of tingles hit; the pleasure was intense, She nearly moaned as a finger brushed against her clit; the little nub like a hard pearl, which he manipulated by massaging it over and over.

“Oh…my…gosh!” Smack. “Ouch!” She squirmed over him, feeling his cock, fully engorged. The more she moved and fidgeted, the harder he seemed to get. It was distracting knowing that if he chose to, he could have her, because she didn’t want to stop him.

Smack! “Ouf! Smack! “Ooohhh…” Smack! A finger drove into her opening, which was saturated by her arousal. He wiggled and moved within her, massaging something wildly pleasurable. She would orgasm shortly, because an incredibly sensitive spot was being stimulated. “Oh! Oh, Sir!”

Smack! “Ouch!” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. She was nearly there, the tingling edges threatened. “Oh! More! Fuck me harder! Omigod!”

Instead of smacking her, he added a second finger, driving into her pussy with sharp, deep thrusts that brought ...