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White Slave Tales - Charity Slave Auction

... of excitement. He said, "Leave a little bit in there to seep out onto your crotch. The wetter it is the sexier you look."

I didn't think it could get any more transparent, but I wouldn't have argued if he had ordered me to go out naked, so it didn't matter. I messed with the suit for a few minutes and finally figured it out on my own this time. Then we walked out and headed back to our exhibit hall.

On the way past the exhibitors we stopped and he bought two more of the Wicked Weasels. For such tiny little things they were pretty expensive. He liked them though, and to be honest, wearing them kept me so fucking horny, I liked them too.

We stopped on the way back in and he bought something to eat for the two of us and, at my request, he got something for Dale too, since Dale had no one readily available to relieve him. We once more occupied a small table inside and the three of us ate. You would have thought that the two men would be uncomfortable with each other, but that didn't seem to be the case.

Once I had assured Dale that I still loved him he must have felt freer to enjoy watching me as I was turned into a slut. I guess he must have fantasized about something like this for a while, though he had never mentioned it to me. The two of them seemed to be getting along just as though Glenn was not fucking his wife and parading her around nearly naked.

After we finished our supper of fair food we lounged around for a few minutes and Dale finally noticed the ...

... crotch of my suit. I saw the look on his face and I looked down to see that my crotch was soaked and there were a few streaks of cum actually running a little way down my thigh.

I smiled at him when I looked back up and then I noticed the crotch of his pants. His cock was as hard as a railroad spike. It wasn't as long or as fat as Glenn's, but as I said, he had a very nice cock and it was very obvious.

I said, "That must have been a pretty good supper, Dale. You don't usually get a hardon from food."

He chuckled and instead of replying he turned to Glenn and said, "Glenn, she is yours for the weekend, of course, and she told me that you can fuck her any time that you want after we get home. I was wondering, though, if I could talk you into sharing your bitch. I have been running around here nearly all day with a hardon and it is really getting painful."

Glenn smiled and said, "Certainly Dale. I am deeply indebted to you. Come with me."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me along and we ducked into the men's room and right there in front of a dozen more men he pushed the suit down off my breasts and pushed me down over the sink counter and pulled the little string that went through the crack of my ass out of the way. He smiled at Dale and said, "She's all yours dude, help yourself."

Dale looked around the room and saw all of the people watching incredulously. I thought he would be too nervous to do it, but he smiled and pulled his cock out and fucked me roughly, right ...