After the Auction part 2
The two women stood before us, and while Monsieur and I sipped our bourbon, I sensed the level of arousal in the room rise to an almost palpable level. We enjoyed the sight of the beautiful bodies before us, and listened to the moist sounds of their kissing. I then grabbed each by the hair and slowly pulled them apart. “Slave” I instructed, as she gazed obediently up into my eyes. “I wish for miss amelia to taste you fully. Place two fingers in your slit, then bring them to her so that she can enjoy your scent.” She did as I instructed in complete compliance, and moaned again as her fingers glided downward over her clit, then lingered at her soaked opening. When she held her fingers before amelia, I saw a shudder course through her as the sweet scent of the slave’s sex reached her nostrils. I pushed her head toward the salves fingers and said “Now, lick those fingers clean, and tell me if what you taste would please me”.
Amelia inhaled sharply as she wrapped her lips around the slave s fingers and seductively tilted her head back, letting the tip of her tongue drag along the side of her fingers. “Yes, My Love, your purchase tastes absolutely divine. I’m sure you will be very pleased”.
“Then you will fuck this beautiful slave with this, and while you do, I will grant you the first taste of her treasure”. As I said this I released my grip from their hair, and opened the small leather bag I had sitting at my feet, containing some of my wooden creations, and extracted one of my favorite pieces. It was a hand carved dildo, from a single piece of mountain mahogany, one of the hardest woods in North America. Its surface was polished to such a luster that it was smoother than anyone would have ever thought possible. I grabbed one of the slave’s wrists, and motioned for Monsieur to take the other. I turned her toward the wall, and led her to the St. Andrews cross. Seeming to know what I had in mind, Monsieur secured her right wrist as I secured the left. We secured each of her legs and stood back to admire this incredible beauty.
Amelia stepped forward and knelt on the floor where I pointed in front of the slave. “Now, fuck her amelia, and while you do, you will lick her gorgeous button as if it were the finest of desserts”. With seductive eyes opened wide and hungry, she plunged the wooden shaft into the slave’s glistening hole, into which it slid effortlessly. She slowly began to push it in and out, and very gradually leaned forward with her lips slightly parted. The slave began to writhe and moan, and the moment amelia’s mouth contacted her mound she let out a cry of pure animal pleasure. My own arousal began to mount as a true life’s fantasy unfolded before me. As amelia’s licking began to increase to a fever pitch, and the dungeon was filled with the slick wet sounds of the dildo sliding in and out, I reached into the bag and withdrew a short, brown leather riding crop. “Hand-made by yours truly Monsieur, a thin core of yew wood with a braided elk leather sheath. You have been so gracious in hosting this auction and orchestrating such a memorable evening. Please, let amelia demonstrate the depth of her concentration, as we marvel at her skills”. Monsieur gave the crop a quick inspection leading to satisfied approval, and in one fluid motion brought it down across amelia’s alabaster ass with a satisfying “THWACK!” Amelia let out a cry of pain mixed with pleasure, but it came without a pause or hesitation in her task at hand. I was captivated by the incredible sensuousness of my lovely bride lapping at this gorgeous slave’s sex, while the slave bucked and arched her back into amelia’s delights. Monsieur gave amelia three more strokes across her buttocks, leaving now four marks, each a perfect image of the crop head. I looked at the floor underneath her pussy, and was pleased to see drops of her inner juices beginning to drip. Monsieur and I continued to watch and sip our drinks.
To be continued…