White Slave Auction - Dianne - Sex Stories

White Slave Auction - Dianne

... them at a table at the head of the room on a slightly elevated stage. Helmut quickly made the introductions, introducing Dianne as his "companion" for the evening. Several of the names were familiar to Dianne. High profile industrialists and politicians mainly from European countries, were assembled at Helmut's table and it was clear that he not only knew all the guests there, but that he was regarded with great respect.

Between courses, Dianne drew his hand into her lap. He was surprised to find that she had drawn her gown right up to her hips and his fingers quickly homed in on her exposed vulva, gently massaging her outer lips. Leaning forward onto the table, she bit her bottom lip to prevent a moan from escaping and desperately tried to keep still despite her urge to pump her hips in time with his pressing hand.

Piece by piece their clothing was scattered around the room. Helmut kneaded her breasts, pinching the nipples until she squirmed in discomfort, but at the same time, massaging his penis to erection.

They tumbled onto the large bed, his knees forcing her legs apart. Her hand, still grasping his now fully erect penis, guided him into her weeping vagina and raised her hips in anticipation to draw him in deeper. He groaned as he bottomed out, plunging repeatedly into her. Their lovemaking was missionary, gentle yet violent at the same time, their tongues dueling wetly as their mating continued until finally, completely exhausted again, they both reached ...

... orgasm and then slept, still joined together and too weary to attempt to separate.

On Sunday morning it was close to midday when Dianne awoke, alone in the huge bed, sunlight streaming through the window. Slowly opening her eyes, she finally came to focus on Helmut, sitting in an overstuffed seat near the window, just gazing longingly at the tall, naked beauty as she awoke.

"I must brush my teeth," she murmured as she slowly and gracefully moved from the bed to the to the washbasin within the glass enclosure. He watched her closely while she sat on the toilet, now completely at ease, emerging a few minutes later and going directly to her Master, leaning over him to plant a gentle, loving kiss on his forehead.

"Place your hands on the wall and lean forward. Now spread your legs wider. Good. Hold that position."

Bent at the waist, her breasts hung down and her hair covered her face while she looked down at the floor, wondering what was in store.

He gently kneaded her temples while standing beside her. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations of his fingers as they flicked across her forehead, her eyes and nose and began to press at the corners of her mouth, gently easing their way inside, massaging her teeth and gums. Her tongue swiped across his busy fingers, disappointed when his hands moved from her mouth to her neck and shoulders, rubbing, pinching gently and steadily moving farther down. He moved from her side to a position directly behind her, taking ...