After the Auction part 4
We lifted each woman to their feet, on legs still wobbling from the intensity of the experience. I guided the slave, while Monsieur followed with amelia, and led them to the double French doors which opened onto a large deck. Before us stretched an absolutely stunning view of the nighttime lights of Paris. The heat of the dungeon was replaced by cool night air, and on the slow and gentle breeze floated a soft refrain from a violin. A large wooden pole stood in the middle of the deck, rising as a simple altar of sorts. From it dangled a set of black leather shackles, hanging from a short length of brass chain. I told Monsieur to place amelia’s left hand in the left shackle, while I placed the slaves right hand in the right.
“Ladies”, I growled, “Grasp the pole with both hands, arch your backs, and present yourselves to us, legs spread.” They instantly complied, and I stood behind them with Monsieur looking at the glistening mess of feminine pleasure that coated their upper thighs and lower buttocks. It was then that I turned to Monsieur and said, “As a final token of my appreciation, I wish for you to grace amelia with a cock-in-the-flesh, while I do the same with your lovely slave. I believe now it is our time….” With that I withdrew my shaft from its shelter, dripping with pre-cum and so bursting at the seams it was purple.
“On my cue. One, two, three.” In a seamless motion that almost appeared choreographed, I plunged into the slave as Monsieur did the same to my amelia. The ensuing sensation, both physical and mental, was intense beyond expectation. The combination of the hot wetness of the slave, the sweet aroma wafting from both women, and the sight of amelia’s face as she slammed herself backward onto another man’s shaft, nearly sent me over the edge in an instant. I saw the look of deep satisfaction spread across Monsieur’ face, and I knew that he was experiencing a similar euphoria. I also knew that amelia was demonstrating the exquisite internal muscle control she was so good at, and he appeared to be approaching his own edge of self-control.
I reached up, grasped the slave’s long hair, and turned her head toward amelia. Monsieur did the same, and again the two women found their faces inches from one another. “Kiss her”, I commanded, “like you have been waiting to be kissed all night.” Hungrily, the two tongues entwined again, with a fever even hotter than before. I set into a rhythmic thrusting, and Monsieur did the same but in echo to mine. For a moment, the universe hung nearly silent, almost still. All that could be heard was the “spat, spat, spat, spat” of thighs slapping into asses, first myself, then Monsieur. I knew this moment could not last, and before I lost all control completely, I called out “Switch!” and again in a move that seemed all to fluid, I abruptly left the slave’s glorious hole as Monsieur did the same. We switched places and plunged back into a waiting, wet hole, both pleased with the new sensation. Amelia was hot and incredibly wet, and suddenly both women were pushing back against our cocks in perfect unison.
To be continued…