Charity Auction
Copyright© 2005 by Rocky
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A well-to-do female attorney discovers the hard way that offering herself as a prize during her favorite charity's annual fund raiser can be a life-changing experience.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Mult Consensual NonConsensual Rape Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture Gang Bang Oral Sex Anal Sex Water Sports Body Modification
Cheryl's mind was working as fast as her fingers, trying desperately to remember where she knew that voice from. All she knew was that she DID know this person, but from where? She finally decided that it didn't matter, though. She was at his mercy; his slave for the weekend, and there wasn't anything she could do... or wanted to do... about it anyway.
The wet grass felt soft on her back as she used one hand to manipulate her already- throbbing clitoris while two, then three fingers of the other hand pistoned in and out. The moonlight glistened off the secretions coating her fingers, and she became aware of how wet she really was. Cheryl could feel not only the wetness on her fingers, but how it seemed to be literally oozing out and dripping down her lewdly splayed thighs. She hoped that her new Master would soon use her for his pleasure, because she knew that any sort of touch would cause her to explode in ecstasy.
Cheryl was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't realize her Master had returned until she felt him grasp her wrists. The handcuffs were removed, replaced with softer, leather restraint. These were, in turn, clipped to the collar around her neck, leaving her naked body totally defenseless. She continued lay quietly as the leg irons were also removed, replaced by a spreader bar which stretched her thighs to their very limit, causing her cramped muscles to scream in pain.
"Go ahead and struggle, Cheryl," his soft voice said. "It won't do you any good. You belong to me, and I'm going to use you for my enjoyment. But first, I want to explore my little piece of slave meat." Every muscle in Cheryl's body tensed when he touched her. First, behind her ear, then slowly drawing a circle down her neck, to the soft skin of her full breasts. Teasing the nipples, never giving them any more than a soft brush, he played with her breasts for a few minutes, grinning as she moaned in heated response. His hands moved softly down her abdomen, past her navel and outward to her hips, touching ever so lightly. Placing the fingers of each hand on her hips, he began rocking his thumbs over her inner thighs, massaging her pubic mound. Cheryl thrust her hips upward, fighting against the bonds that kept her from meeting him, knowing that she would cum soon whether he wanted her to or not. She was simply not going to be able to control herself.
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