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After the Auction part 3

Blog Post-4-22-2016-After the Auction part 3

Within moments, I sensed both women were in such a state of arousal that orgasm was eminent, but I had plans.  I leaned into the slave and told her that on this night, I held the rights to her cum and on no uncertain terms was she to orgasm unless I allowed it.  “Oh yes Sir.  I would never Sir.  Thank you Sir for the beautiful gift of your wife’s tongue, and…..OHHHHhh, Sir I am fighting hard to please you, but if she does not stop soon, my body may give me up.” Her plea made me smile, as I knew how hard both women were working to please myself and the Monsieur.

“Take her off the cross, and lay her on the floor. Amelia, you may stop and help.”  With the help of Monsieur and amelia, we unshackled the slave and lay her on the floor in front of the cross.  I looked into the eyes of each wanton girl and was greeted with a look of pure animal desire mixed with unadulterated, liquid submission.  I withdrew my very latest creation from the bag.  It was another of my carved dildos, but this time, it was double-ended, and 12 inches in length.  I held it out to the slave, and she took it from me.  “Now, slave, here is my first real command of you.  You wish to cum, your body tells me in every way.  You have served so very well, and you will be allowed to.  But you may ONLY do so when YOU have made my amelia cum, by fucking her on this shaft.  I wish to see my creation bathed in the juices of both of your bodies.  I want you to fuck each other senseless, NOW!”

My final word had barely faded when she threaded her legs between amelia’s, and placed one head of the wooden cock against her dripping opening, and the other against amelia’s.  With a slight push forward from each woman, the cock buried itself in both pussies, and an audible “smack” was heard as their sex collided in the middle.

Immediately the two started writhing and moaning wildly, pushing toward one another as if each was trying to consume all of the cock for themselves.  Amelia, her ass still marked, her inner thighs glistening with her own juice combined with the beautiful trickling that came from the slave, leaned back and looked up into my eyes.  “Oh my beautiful, you want to cum, don’t you.”  The hungry, wanton stare looked back at me, and her mouth could only manage a barely audible “Yes Sir”.  Again I was so pleased, and I turned to Monsieur grinning as I told him “Reach down and grab amelia’s nipples.  Twist them, let her feel your power and command, and count down from 5.  Upon finishing your count, she will explode for us both to enjoy.” I glanced to amelia’s eyes and said “Do you understand my love?”  She looked back at me with her look of unconditional submission, and again mouthed ‘yes Sir’, but did not stop her wild fucking.  I then turned to the salve and smiled.  Sweat poured from her face, breath came from her mouth in ragged bursts of in and out, and she too could not stop her wildly gyrating hips.

I knew that the time was perfect to orchestrate simultaneous orgasms in these two beauties.  “Begin, please Monsieur”, and his hands slid from amelia’s silken shoulders to her erect nipples, twisted them sharply, and began counting in a low, steady voice.  I fixed my gaze on the slave’s lovely, hungry, obedient eyes.  As Monsieur neared the end of his count, I could sense amelia’s body begin to tense, and the slave’s eyes widened.  When he reached the final “one”, amelia’s body let go in an amazing crescendo of shudders, and I wrapped my hand around the slaves throat and gave a firm squeeze.  The sensation of my hand closing around her throat at the moment of amelia’s orgasm pushed her body over the fragile edge she had been teetering on for oh too long. Her release came with equal furry, and I dropped my hand from her throat and stood with Monsieur, watching as the two women locked together in the throes of the most mind-bending orgasms I had ever witnessed.  As their shudders began to subside, I stood behind the slave, while Monsieur assumed a similar stance behind amelia. “Stand ladies.  You have one more duty to perform”.

To be continued…


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26 thoughts on “After the Auction part 3

  1. You carve your own dildos (which isn’t just old-school but speaks of a level of intimacy most people don’t even know).

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  2. Twice in one day? pant, pant,

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  3. Mr Modigliani on said:

    Reblogged this on Mr. Modigliani's Private Studio and commented:
    So as I read this latest installment from Professor and miss amelia about what happened at my estate after the slave auction, I find myself alone in a hotel room in Orlando. I am so aroused and am going to have to take care of this rather sizable problem immediately.

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  4. Devonne on said:

    *fans self* Dang, it’s hawt in here! Amelia and Professor this is some seriously steamy writing.

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  5. more please! 😀

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  6. Love the pic!


  7. XandrewX on said:

    :/ hmm I got to wondering, wonder if eBay would mind if I started making and selling wooden dildos?

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  8. XandrewX on said:

    …………. when given as a gift! 🙂

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  9. BallsyBilly on said:

    Home made toy and multiple fun. Who could ask for more? I may have to join
    Mr Modigliani in taking care of something 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Talking about a state of arousal. I am exhausted after a long day, and this was so exciting. Great work from a great imagination.

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