The Auction Block SeXStoRY

It was supposed to be for charity. A good cause they told me. I dressed in a short black dress with black stockings. The stockings had a dark seem that ran the down the back of my leg and tall heels. I had to make a good impression...I wanted to raise a lot of money for the charity. I was intimidated though, the moment I arrived. All of the other girls looked so amazing. Ashley in a blue dress that came to mid-thigh; Megan in a green skirt and a blouse that was more see-through than not; and Kim wearing a french maid costume! There were other costumes too - a school girl, a nurse, even a girl dressed as a sexy Sarah Palin! I suddenly didn't think I was going to earn the most money for the charity. But.....there was no charity. There would be an auction, but we would be sold not as dates, but as slaves, as toys for the highest bidder! The old hotel that was serving as the auction center had rooms set up just for this pupose. I would learn about all this only after it was too late. A girl named Tricia was first. She was cute with short blonde hair and a long formal dress. She walked the stage first and then stopped in the center as her auction began. She was sold for two thousand dollars! The wining bidder was an older gentleman...maybe about 60. He looked very distinguished and certainly attractive. His credit card was swiped and when it cleared the crowd errupted in cheers as he took Tricia's hand and led her out of the lobby. I had no idea where they were headed or what would happen to Tricia. All I knew was the line was moving forward. There were only two more girls in front of me. Kristi was the first girl in costume. She was dressed in a very short school girl skirt and white blouse tied just above her tummy. She was not wearing a bra and we suspected she would fetch a high price. Which she did. $8,000! And once again, a cleared credit card meant loud cheers and a giggly Kristi as she was led away. My friend Ashley was next and her short blue dress attracted a lot of attention and high bids. She was sold for $3,000! Only Megan separated me from the stage and as she climbed the steps I got a glimpse of her cute little panties under her skirt! I felt a rush of tingling excitment and felt the butterflies in my tummy begin to twirl around. I lost focus as Megan was being auctioned I had no idea what she even sold for. I only saw her walking away holding the hand of a guy in his thirties! He was smiling from ear to ear as they left the lobby and I was be urged onto the stage. I would like to say that I sold for the most, but that would not be true. I was really nervous with all the men staring at me, all the yells as the bidding went higher and higher. I could feel the excitment in my toes as the gavel pounded down and the aucionteer announced that I had been sold for $4,500! I clapped along with everyone else thinking that I had done a really good thing for charity and now I would be ushered off for dinner at a nice place and maybe some more. I didn't see the man that made the winning bid until he stepped up to the stage with his credit card. Seems that all the men here are older, but I guess at these prices they have to be. He was tall, but in his late 40's maybe. My dad's age. Buta s his card was cleared he smiled at me and I suddenly saw why so many girls my age like older men. His eyes sparkled with experiance and compassion. I let him take my hand and he led me out of the lobby. But instead of heading for the exit, we headed towards the elevator. I guess there was more paperwork or something to sign? When the bell rang and the door opened there were two men inside, one was operating the elevator the other had his hands behind his back and no facial expression. I was led into the elevator and felt for the first time a bit of trepidation. This didn't seem right, but maybe the resturant was on the top floor? As the doors slid closed in front of me I turned to my winning bidder and as I asked his name, his hand slipped from mine. The silent man in the middle moved quickly, pulling my arms behind my back, cold steel handcuffs closing around each wrist, while the elevator operator wrapped a gag through my mouth and a blindfold around my eyes. I was scared and tried to fight and scream without success. I didn't hear the bell sound again, but felt a rush of cool air as the elevator reached its desitination. I was pushed from the elevator and led down the hall. I had no idea what floor we were on and even though I tried to resist this older gentleman was much stronger and resisting did no good I was soon hearing a door open and then being pushed inside. The fear rushed through me as I heard the door close and the familiar clicks of the safety locks. And then his voice for the first time "let me explain. You were not sold for charity as my date but as my slave for the evening. None of the girls knew. Only the guys and now, you belong to me and I will use you as I see fit." I felt a new wave of fear rush through me as I realized I would be r**ed over and over again all while being f***ed to perform. I would not have agreed to this which is why I guess they trick so many young girls into doing it. "sit down!" I was pushed backward and landed on the bed. I waited, crying, afraid of whst would happen. I heard him taking off his clothes. I sat and waited as I heard his jacket being tossed toward a chair in the corner, then his shoes kicked off his feet. The buckle of his belt as he popped it open and then pulled it through the loops. This he tossed to the bed beside me. The supple leather glanced off my thigh and landed partially across my lap. I guess this was a warning of what punishmnet he had in store for me if I made things too difficult for him. His pants were slid down his legs and off and I imagined his dick was limp and small. I'm not sure if he took his underwear off at the same time or not. There was a apause in the noise and I just sat there, the tears stinging my eyes unable to fall away from the blindfold. I felt the bed shift a bit and then he was kneeling behind me. His dick was neither small nor limp I noticed as he pressed it against my back, his hand working the clasp and then the zipper of the small black dress I wore. He pulled it down trapping my arms even more than they already were by the handcuffs. The dress does not allow me to wear a bra very well and he took advantage of this, reaching aorund me pressing his hot cock against my bare skin and squeezing both breats hard, twisting htem in circles. I actually moaned and regretted it, but it was from the pain not the pleasure. This jusdt encouraged him -- "I knew you liked it rough, bitch!" His voice had turned venomous as his hands molested me, moving over my dress adn lifting ir up. His rough hands slid pver my panties and then down inside. I bit my lip trying not to moan again but this time I had to admit to myself that it felt good. It felt amazing and my body reacted even as my mind told me I was about to be r**ed. My body a more willing partner than my mind. He moved away and stepped in front of me pulling me to my feet before pushing me to my knees. The gag was gone in an instant, but the blindfold remained. His cock pressed againt my lips but I kept my mouth closed until her grabbed my hair and tugged it backward. My mouth flew open as I gasped and his dick pushed inside. I thought about biting down, but knew it would only cause me more pain. Instead I let him fuck my face, his hips rocking back and forth, his dick sliding violently in and out of my mouth. His large dick slammed against the back of my throat and I felt myself almost ready to gag. I could feel how slippery my mouth was becoming as he fucked me harder, forcing the head of his dick into my tight throat. My eyes were watering more than before when I was crying, but now there was do denying how much my pussy was watering too! I was drenched, turned on more than I thought I could be as I was f***ed to have sex with this stranger. The idea, being sold without my knowledge adding to the passion growing inside me as he fucked my mouth. I felt his cock swelling inside me and he suddenly pulled away pushing me back. he was gasping as hard as I was, I imagine trying not to cum. "you are one hot piece of ass, cunt! You also made me cum before I wanted to! Come here!" He grabbed my arm and lifted my roughly, twisting me around. I squealed as he pushed me forward until I hit the bed and then he pushed me over, bending me at the waist. He knelt behind me and f***ed my wet panties down. I hoped he would notice but he ran his fingers back up through my slit. "You are turned on by this bitch! Damn! You are soaked!" his rough fingers slid up and spread my own wetness around my tight ass. I knew what he was going to do as he pushed one slick finger into my ass. I grunted as he slid inside me, and again when he added a second. My mind told me to resist, but my ass screamed for waht he was about to do. But he surprised me. Instead of shoving his dick into my ass, he kept his fingers there and pushed the head of his cock agaisnt my wet pussy. A moment later and his fingers were fucking my ass, his cock was fucking my cunt. I moaned again. This time there was no denying that I was enjoying this as my wrists strainiend against the handcuffs still behind my back, my arms tingling from loss of bl**d flow, but my pussy overflowing with lustful wetness. His cocked pplunged deep into me as his fingers matched pace in my ass. I was screaming, but it was all pleasure as his grunts echoed off the walls. He fucked me faster, harder, his tummy slapping agsint my ass, forcing his fingers even deepepr into me. I was pushing back against him, my body no longer even able to hear the protests of my mind. His dick swells inside me and I know he is about to cum. I hear his grunts inside my head and wonder if he cums so soon will it all be over? Or will we wait and start again? I feel the hot blast of his cum deep inside my cunt as he fills me with blast after blast of sperm. He collapses agaisnt me, I breath hard still wanting more - the tables have turned, as I realize I am now a willing slave, I want to be owned by him and used, abused....but his dick grows soft inside me and plops out. He rolls over and drops to his knees breathing hard. "I'll be right back" He gets up and walks away. I am still lying over the end of the bed and I hear the bathroom door close and then the water of the shower....frustrated...I wait for what he has in mind next.