The Slave Auction
By PREVOCA
All Rights Reserved by Author
Dear diary, if I could kiss Anistina on those sweet lips of hers, I would but
I don't swing that way. But I want to thank her for making me see Vincent
in a new light. You see, I had volunteered for her little slave auction
fundraiser, and since she, being one of the organizers and desperate for bodies,
begged me to get involved. I was a bit reluctant. I didn't want to
be humiliated by not being picked or, better yet, someone bidding ten dollars on
me, but I went ahead anyway. It was for her and maybe I could have a
little fun up there. I always wanted to be the rebellious slave.
That Friday night, after leaving work, I went to the Haines theater where the
auction was taking place. There had to be over twenty people milling
around
the place, getting things set up and decorating. I noticed the stage was
now covered with wooden planks and had a wooden platform with steps jutting out
in the middle. Trying to make it look like 1832, I said to myself. I
started looking around for Anistina and asked some of the people there.
They pointed me backstage. I headed back there, but coming out without
even looking was Vincent. Vincent's a friend of Anistina's and part of the
committee putting this thing together, so maybe he had every right to run
around like a headless chicken. He saw me and froze for a few seconds and
then, after coming to his senses, gave me a hug. Vincent always took me by
surprise because I didn't know how to gauge his reactions. Some days he'll
be reserved, a bit rude and snappish and other days, he's really nice and
friendly. He asked me what was I doing here.
"Take a wild guess."
"Alright, alright now. Sorry to run you over like that, but I'm doing
25 things at once. Anistina convinced you to do this?"
I nodded and he smiled. He had one of those smarmy smiles which I hated.
But honestly, just looking at him, he wasn't bad looking. He's not ugly,
but
he's not cute. He's kinda sexy in his own particular way. I'm just
trying to figure out what kinda way, but I excused myself and headed towards
Anistina. She stood by the stage entrance looking through a list and
handing out index cards. When she saw me, she called me over and handed me
an index card. "Write on there everything about yourself," she
said. Now,
there were some things I wouldn't share at a Catholic confession than I would
with an audience, but I tactfully wrote what I could say about myself and
handed the card back to her. Then she gave me a number and said that was
my place in line. Then she gave me a hug and whispered, "Thank you, thank
you,
thank you. You're going to have so much fun."
I had some wine and fruit while waiting but after a while, I heard the audience
coming in and everything settling down. It'll soon be show time. I
just
prayed I wouldn't throw this liquor up. The show finally started, and I watched
as different men and women paraded, sauntered, strutted and flounced
about the stage. Some of them registered bids up in the $100s, but on
average, they were in the $20s and $50s. At least these people had some
dough behind them. I had expected 5s and 10s and maybe, the occasional $1.
Soon, my turn came, and I headed out there with a folding chair I got from a
table backstage. I sat down and waited for the bids. The auctioneer
had enthusiastically described me, as I had written on my index card, that I was
a modern, 21st century slave. I was college-educated, a working
professional in the airline business, yet there were things I will not do.
Cooking, cleaning and mopping floors were some of them. The auctioneer
laughed and then said under breath how many wanted to buy me and put me in my
place. They started the bid at $20, but I said she needed to go a little
higher because I was a collectable. They'll never find shit like me.
Someone in the back yelled what can I do. I replied anything that is
morally bound, but even
that's negotiable. That's when the bids went high. $50. $60.
$80. $120. $150. I yelled for them to keep it up.
Eventually, they could put me on the Antique Roadshow on PBS. I could make
someone a pretty penny. Then someone in the back yelled $1,000. I
stood up and looked down into the darkened back
rows. Everyone else did the same thing, looking back from their seats.
Who would pay $1,000 for me? Vincent strolled to the front with his paddle
raised and said again to the auctioneer $1,000. I started laughing and
said he couldn't be serious. He nodded and then looked back to the
audience to see if anyone could top his bid. No one did and he bought me
for $1,000. Afterwards, I was led over to the side and placed in shackles.
Vincent took hold of the chain attached to the shackles and led me over to where
he stood in the back. I passed Anistina who was completely speechless.
I mouthed to her did she know what Vincent was up to. She shook her head
and watched me as Vincent sat me down and stood behind me while the auction
continued. I glanced at Anistina one more time and then mouthed,
"Tomorrow, call me."
After the auction ended (on a high note, making close to $10,000, and I finally
got those shackles off), Vincent offered to take me home. He wanted to
talk to me about how we were going to do this. Technically, he bought me
and I was somewhat obligated since this was all for charity. I was a
little
apprehensive but Anistina had my message. I left with him, and during the
drive, he asked me about everything but the "master/slave" business.
He
asked how was my day, what kinda work do I do, where did I go to school, how did
I meet Anistina, how did I liked the auction. When he hit on the auction,
I said to myself okay, we can get this over with, but he changed the subject by
asking if I would be alright if we stopped by his place for a minute. He
had lots of items from the auction he had to unload before he could drive me
home. I thought that was kinda strange since we weren't far from where I
lived, more like a mile or two away, but I said okay. I helped him unload
some of the items to his apartment, and seeing his apartment, I was shocked.
It was a nice and classy place. A little like a loft with spacious rooms
and
hardwood floors, he had decorated it burgundy and black with tall plants all
over the place. I looked at Vincent, trying to equate this with him.
He offered me something to drink. I asked for coffee if it wasn't any
trouble. While he did that, I looked around the place and noticed
pictures sitting on a bookshelf. Some were family, a lot were friends
including Anistina, but
there was no lady. Just then, Vincent startled me when he stood behind me.
He was dangerously close and I could slightly smell his cologne. I turned
around and looked straight at his face, the smooth, pursed lips, strong jaw line
and cheekbones, strong, muscular neck, that smooth, bald head with not an inch
of stubble and, finally, his eyes. I saw something in them that would
either make me run or pass out. It was pure passion. He leaned
forward and softly kissed me. I didn't know how to respond to him, but
since I didn't pull back, he continued.
His kiss got stronger and stronger until I had to clutch onto his arms.
They were like steel. He wrapped one arm around me, making me do the same
to him, while the other arm and hand held my jaw and controlled my kisses.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth and tapped on every one of my teeth before
giving me a tongue-lashing. I was so hot and bothered and out of control
that I just sucked his tongue. I demonstrated the same motions I wanted to
do to him down below. His hands moved away from the upper portions and went
down. He slipped them underneath my shirt and felt my stomach, sides and
back. He played with the back of my bra a little before moving his hands
to the front and slipping them inside. I pulled back from his mouth and
moaned. He palmed and rubbed my nipples until he could read Braille off of
them, both of them saying yes. He then assisted me in taking off my
bra and shirt, all the while kissing my shoulders, my collarbone and the dip
between my cleavage. Once he saw my breasts, he took a nipple into his
mouth and tried sucking it whole. I grinded close to him, letting him take
it all in as well as getting me
wetter. He alternated, taking the other one and doing the same. I
rubbed all over his bald head and grinded. I wanted to get as close to him
as I can. Suddenly, he backed away and muttered about the water for the
coffee. He rushed into the kitchen, but I told him to forget about
it. I heard a pot clang on the stove, and soon he came back out. His
shirt was off, and unbuckling and unzipping his pants, he yanked them off and
his boxers. My God, he was big. If anything, he and Jake Steed could
be brothers. I
dropped down on my knees and downed him. "Lil Vin" went to the
back of my throat and slowly, I pulled him out. Vincent grasped onto my
head and buried his fingers into my hair. I stared at his dick which was
quite thick and slightly curved. The cap of it was somewhat large and
well-defined with what I remembered from my sexuality books. With both
hands around the base, I downed him again and started a steady rhythm.
Vincent assisted by meeting me and eventually that beautiful dick pushed its way
down my throat. I gagged a little, but I monitored my breathing and timed
it on the intake.
I breathed and swallowed his dick. My saliva coated it and dripped down my
chin. Soon enough, Vincent's breathing started getting a little faster and
his grip on my head much tighter. He pummeled his hips to my face and on the
last stroke, held my face to him. He unloaded so much down my throat and I
just swallowed and swallowed. He then pulled out. Some of his cum
slipped out of my mouth and fell on my chin. I wiped it off and then
licked it off my fingers. Vincent, all the while watching me, stood me up and
led me to his couch. From there, he manhandled the zipper of my pants,
pulled them off and ripped my drawers off of me. Those he tossed
somewhere. And then, positioning me with one leg in the air and the other
spread out, he went down and licked my innards like cake mix off a spatula.
I came at once and jerked
around like I was having an epileptic fit. He simply continued licking and
flicked my clit.
I soon came down and felt myself so wet down there, but Vincent continued
licking and stuck a finger inside. He shuddered and then murmured into my
pussy that I was so fucking tight. When he said that, the air from his
mouth gave me aftershocks, but his continued ministrations gave me three more
orgasms. My juices were all over the bottom half of his face and all over
my inner thighs. He rushed up to my face and gave me a tongue kiss that
could save a life. I tasted myself and though I was a little tangy I was
sweet.
Never thought I tasted like that, but I licked all my juices off his face and
kissed him again, tasting what I tasted. Softly moaning, he sat up and
straddled my chest. Resting his dick between my breasts, he grabbed both
of my hands and, with his, pushed my breasts together and tit-fucked him.
Thank goodness I had enough sweat and he had enough precum to give us
lubrication. He worked his dick between my breasts fast and slow. It
made him cream again. He simply wiped the cum all over my breasts, and
then grabbed my breasts again, his thumbs on my nipples, and made them fuck the
shit out of his dick. I swear, I never felt a man as constantly hard as
Vincent. Suddenly, he stopped and said he didn't want to waste anymore up
there. He got in between my legs and slowly entered me. I moaned and
squeezed myself
against his entrance. He cried out and looked at our junction. He
grabbed my legs, stretching them out wide, and slowly worked his dick in and out
of me. I was in a trance. He felt like a slick, wet ribbon gliding
across my insides, but, after a while, quickened his pace and had me nailed to
that couch. Squelching sounds came from my pussy and echoed throughout the
room. I called out for him and my nails scraped and pinched his chest.
Sweat dripped off him and casually hit my stomach. At this moment, I would
do
anything for him, if only he kept this up. Then, without warning, he
pulled out and demanded I flip over. I rolled onto my stomach. He
grabbed hold of my ass, with my face is to the couch, and entered me again. He
cried out at my tightness. Getting used to
my squeezes, he roughly clutched my hips and pounded me onto that couch. I
cried and called his name repeatedly. His balls constantly hit my clit,
and
I had no choice but to come again. I lost control on my thrusts and
maniacally bounced my pussy on his dick. Now that was something he
couldn't handled. He stuttered my name and, with so much force, pinned his
dick inside me. His cum rushed out and filled me to the brim, even
squishing out at the sides. Vincent cried out during his climax and kept
his dick deep
inside me. Then feeling his cum slide down his balls, he slowly pulled
out. Cum flowed out of me and slid onto my clit. He bent down
and kissed and licked my open pussy, tasting himself in the process.
Afterwards, he stood and jabbed his dick inside, giving me reminders of our
fucking. I couldn't take anymore. He slipped out and my body dropped
to the couch. My knees rested on the floor and my breathing came back to
normal. Vincent sat down beside me, dick slowly softening and his
breathing coming back to normal too.
"Thank you," he said.
"No, thank you."
I scrambled up to my feet. I wanted to sit down but I didn't think it was
wise especially with a pussy wet and full of cum. Vincent rushed to the
bathroom and came with a towel for me to sit on. I leaned back on the
couch and sighed in exhaustion. I told him I had never been fucked like
that.
"Never?"
"Never. My experiences have been few and far between but I can say
that was the best."
"And you are the best."
I glanced over at Vincent who now faced me and gently touched my face.
"I don't know how much I wanted you. I didn't know how to get you
until I found out you were doing this auction. Honestly, I was hoping for a
date, but now..."
I reached over and kissed him. I felt him shudder against my lips and then
relax. I pulled away and rubbed his cheek.
"Would you stay the night?" he asked.
"Yes."
To tell you the rest would be kissing and telling and I already told so much. I
stayed that whole weekend. Other weekends followed, sometimes going back
to his or my place for some nookie, but mostly we went out and talked. Beyond
my first impression and subsequent opinion of him, I liked him. Matter of
fact, I fell in love with him. He was nice, sweet, intelligent
and very passionate about things. I definitely saw that through his
fundraising events, where I started going as his date. As for him liking
me, well, I found out he loves me. He had always loved me, even before our
first time together. He proposed tonight and I accepted. That
is why I want to kiss Anistina for him.
Oh, yeah, after that night Anistina did call. Left repeated messages on my
machine, until she called Vincent. He handed me the phone and I had to
listen to Anistina's third degree and concerns about my sanity. I had to
reassure her I was fine and that I was enjoying being his slave (and he
definitely enjoyed being mine).