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White Slave Tales - Charity Slave Auction

... clothes off.

When he had his camera set up he turned around and saw me standing there and almost jumped out of his skin. I smiled at him and walked over to the area he had set up and said, "How do you want me?"

He took a deep breath, posed me, and moved all around taking light readings and adjusting lights and then he moved behind the camera and he started talking to me. He was putting thoughts in my head and watching me react and sometimes he would take a picture. Every once in a while he would step back and come over and adjust my position slightly, then go back and talk to me in that quiet, hypnotic voice again and then take another picture.

When he was finished I stood up and Lisa was standing there naked, waiting her turn. He must have given up by then. He just posed her and went through the same procedure all over again. I watched, fascinated as he took a couple of dozen photographs, working quietly, calmly, and confidently. Then I went over, Lisa and I sat down on a couch, and he took pictures of us together.

These weren't 'dirty' pictures. They weren't sexual, but they were sensual. He posed us together, but not in a sexual manner. When he had taken another dozen photographs he straightened up and said, "That's good. Those were some good shots. I think you'll be happy."

I knew I would be. I noticed that, as detached as he had tried to act, he had a very large bulge in his jeans. I moved over to him and reached out and gently touched his erections. I ...

... smiled up at him and said, "Did I do that?" Then I slowly started undressing him.

He stuttered out a few phrases meant to deter me, but I was not going to be denied. I took his clothes off and pushed him onto a nearby daybed on his back. Lisa came over and lay down beside him and kissed him gently while I moved over him and guided his cock into me. I slid up and down on him only once or twice before he came.

He groaned, and I think he was disappointed. But we were not done yet. I lay down on top of him and kissed his chest while Lisa continued to kiss his lips. His cock was still buried in me and it never got soft at all.

After a few minutes I put my arms around him and held him and together we rolled over so that he was on top now. I looked up at him and said, "Please, make believe I'm her. Make love to Diane."

Lisa moved away, she was crying like a baby. Alex held me gently and made the sweetest love to me. He kissed my face and my lips and my neck and he stroked his cock in and out of me and I held him tight and he came again, and as he came he called out her name.

I held him tight for a long time. Finally he got up and sat on the side of the bed and it looked like he felt bad. I sat up and asked, "Are you sad?"

He stared at me for a minute and then he smiled and said, "I'm not sure what I am. For a few minutes I had Diane back."

He stared at me for a minute and said, "I think that I am grateful. You are a very perceptive young woman."

I sat beside him ...