White Slave Auction - Dianne - Sex Stories

White Slave Auction - Dianne

... her straight to the brink. She shuddered, as stars exploded behind her eyelids.

“Oh, my God! Oh…oooohhhh…God…” Her hair was a mess and her mascara was halfway down her face. He slid free, leaving her dripping with her own juices to sit on the floor, staring at him, not quite believing what had just happened.

What was it about this guy that turned her on so badly? He unzipped his pants, exposing silk boxers. An angry looking cock sprang out from the slit, throbbing and riddled with veins. He didn’t say anything, She I grabbed him, feeling the heat of his arousal and closed her lips over the cleaved and rounded end, sucking forcefully.

He smelled like soap and musk, a heady and intoxicating combination. Nibbling around the edges, she licked down the shaft to the balls, were hidden in his boxers. He shifted, allowing greater access, and she pulled them out sucking one into her mouth, while massaging his cock.

He was wet and glistening, she laved him, working one and then the other then licked her way up, eating him again, making him moan. “That’s it…yeah…that’s so nice…”

Getting to her knees, a better position to take more of him, letting him slide to the back of her throat. “I’m getting really close.”

She gagged repeatedly, tears filling her eyes as she worked the entire length, bringing him to her tonsils. He grabbed himself suddenly, masturbating. I waited for him to explode, running my tongue across the taut skin of the head.

“Oh, holy…Jesus…” He was ...

... about to make a mess of himself, so she wrapped her lips around him, while he jetted into her mouth. “Oh, yeah, ooohhh…”

She swallowed every last drop, then scanning the limo for the mini bar, which held several bottles of booze and a bottle of champagne. she poured the bubbly fluid into the glass and drank it down, washing away the slightly bitter aftertaste of his sperm.

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Arriving at the hotel's Royal Suite on the top floor of the hotel am entrance lobby, flanked by a fully stocked bar, led to a formal lounge area and dining room, which in turn led to a huge bedroom. It featured mirrored wardrobes along one wall, a floor to ceiling window opposite and behind the bed was an elevated platform encased to the ceiling by clear glass. Within the enclosure was a giant clawfoot bathtub and a shower wall. Discreetly placed in the space next to the bathtub was an ornate toilet and bidet combination.

This was hardly the introduction Dianne expected into slavery, "Strip!" This was the moment she dreaded most. Slowly and sensuously, she slid coverup from her shoulders and allowed it to drift to the floor. leaving her clad nothing but a pair of sandals.

“Turn around and bend over the chair,” Before she had time to consider the implications, Helmut's hand connected with her bare rump with sufficient force to bury Dianne's head into the seat. She wailed in pain and tried to stand.

Eight more blows were administered. Dianne sobbing uncontrollably from the pain of the ...