“Very well,” said the inspector, “I have all the data I need. You’ll be taken to pre-sale holding momentarily.”
She gave me one more look up and down, then added, “If the brothel that buys you is here in town, maybe I’ll get my husband a voucher for his birthday – I bet he’d enjoy you. Good luck, and remember, tits up!.”
With that she exited the room, leaving me strapped in the chair, most of the sensors still stuck to my skin, and the invasive probes still inside me.
Eventually, the same orderly came for me. He removed the sensors, again taking time to fondle my tits, then unstrapped me and told me to get up. I lifted myself up, and the probes slipped out with a slight squelching sound.
He handed me some tissues and allowed me to wipe myself down there, then led me out of the room, holding up the remote control to remind me to behave myself.
We walked down long corridors, then across a large outdoor space. The wind had gotten up since I arrived, and I shivered in my nakedness. There was a young female orderly leading a naked man wearing a collar like mine across the same space, and he and I made eye contact.
We were led into a large clean warehouse space, full of similarly naked men and women and were left to wait.
Over the next hour or so, more naked slaves joined us. Some of us chatted, and compared notes on our experience. We’d all been through basically the same process, although most of us were not brought to orgasm. One guy told me how his inspector blew him, and she sounded like my one. Everyone I spoke to was also being sold into slavery because of bankruptcy.
Eventually, a door at the top of a short staircase opened, and a tall man in a suit stepped out. He put his hands on the metal railing in front of him and addressed us loudly.
“Attention slaves. The sale is about to begin. You will each be led to the stage, where you’ll be shackled in a spreadeagle position on the auction block to display you to your best advantage. Remember, if you don’t sell for more than you owe, you may end up back here again so it’s to your advantage to put on a good show.”
He continued, “You will be sent up alternating male and female, and it will be the job of the second in line to show off the one currently on sale. You must get them physically aroused, and then bring them to orgasm when instructed by the auctioneer. Once sold, you will be led off the stage and prepped for delivery to your new owner, and the next slave will step onto the block. ” And with that he stepped back through the door, which quickly snapped shut behind him.
I looked around me. So I’d have to jack off one of these guys, then the next one would finger me while a room of buyers watched? Despite what I’d already been through that day, the idea still gave me a thrill. Most of the women around me looked a lot less excited at the prospect.
The door opened again and a woman with a clipboard stepped out.
“Ok people!” She said loudly, “You heard the man, now, starting at the bottom of these steps, form a line around the walls, alternating male and female.”
She pointed to a man close to the foot of the steps, “You first, then you.” This second instruction was directed at a woman near him.
They took their places, and gradually the rest of us, about sixty in all, shuffled into place around the edge of the warehouse. I managed to get myself in between two good-looking men – after all, if I had to endure this, it should at least be with men I’d choose to fuck under normal circumstances, right? There were about fifteen slaves ahead of us, and I wondered how long this would take.
The first man and woman were called through the door, and we all shuffled forward in line. Every three of four minutes the next slave was called through.
When there were only five people ahead of me, the guy behind me tapped me on the shoulder.
“Umm, since I’m about to be groping you, I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Jacob.”
I shook his hand, “Hi, I’m Jen.” I realized it would be the last time my name would be used for years. My purchaser would get to call me whatever he likes.
“So if I need to make you come, you want to tell me what you like?” continued Jacob.
“Sure,” I smiled, “I really like rough nipple play, and then just rub circles on my clit. Here, I’ll show you.”
I took his right hand in mine, and turned and pressed my naked back against him. I brought his hand down to my pussy and pressed two fingers against my clit and began to draw small circles. Gradually I released his hand and he carried on.
“That’s perfect,” I sighed. I felt his cock stiffening against my back, but then he stopped.
“To be continued,” he grinned.
I turned to the guy in front of me. He’d obviously been watching, because his cock was semi-hard.
“What about you?” I asked, “What should I do for you once we’re in there?”
“Well,” he replied, “I like to have the full length stroked, and if you squeeze the base when I come, I can get a pretty good distance – that might sell me better.”
“Cool,” I replied, “I’ll try to aim you at a pretty girl!”
He smiled, “or a rich widow!”
I chuckled ruefully, “I’m hoping the whorehouse that buys me is high-class.”
He laughed, “You mean the kind where they make the guys wash their dicks first?”
“Exactly,” I replied, “I don’t want to end up down by the docks.”
Jacob laughed, “There’s no way you’ll end up dockside, you have all your teeth!”
We all laughed.
“Anyway,” he continued, “I’ll do my best for you in there.”
I squeezed his hand, “thanks,” I whispered, and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. I made sure my tits brushed against him, and his cock bounced against my thigh.
By this time we were halfway up the steps, and the next time the door opened, the guy in front of me was called inside. I wish I’d asked his name – we probably wouldn’t ever get another chance to speak.
After a few minutes, the door opened and I was called through.
I found myself in the darkened wings of a stage. In the center was a raised circular podium about a foot high. On the podium was the guy ahead of me, his legs spread wide and fastened to the floor, and his arms equally wide above him, shackled to cords that disappear up into the darkness of the auditorium. In front of him, some standing, some seated, was a large crowd, maybe three or four hundred strong. These were the buyers. Some were watching the slave, but many were studying hand-held tablets. I guessed they give details of the man for sale, upcoming merchandise etc. They’d soon be seeing my information, my sexual and medical history. Soon everyone in this room would know I’d taken three cocks at once and liked to have my nipples pinched. They’d probably see the closeups of my cunt. They’d know everything about me except my name.
Around the auditorium, on the walls, were large video screens showing the merchandise. Two screens showed the slave’s face from different angles, one showed a close-up view of his genitals and another showed his butt. One on each side was filled with text, but it was too far away for me to read.
Suddenly, a hand gripped my shoulder. I jumped and turned. I hadn’t noticed a man standing in the shadows beside the door. He was dressed all in black, and wore a headset with microphone, and held a tablet in his left hand. He used the camera on the tablet to scan the barcode on my wrist strap. On the screen my full-frontal naked photo appeared.
At that moment, a voice rang out over the loudspeakers.
“Folks, the next lot is number AC263, a male, six foot, one inch tall, two hundred and twenty pounds in weight. As you can see,” and at this point the video screens changed to show the man’s chest, “he’s well muscled. He’d make a great worker, but also a great toy.” The camera panned down to his genitals again, and there were a few feminine giggles from the audience.
The man continued, “and let’s see what potential that beauty has.”
At this, the man beside me pushed me forward, whispering, “Get him hard, then watch me for the signal to make him come. And don’t block the view.”
I stepped forward into the light, acutely aware of my nakedness. I tried to walk tall and hold my tits out. I might not have been the lot on sale right then, but I was next, and I wanted to make a good impression.
I walked up to him and stood in front of him, facing him. I knew I was already breaking the “don’t block the view” rule, but I wanted to make sure the buyers saw my tight butt. I pressed my naked body against his. With his legs spread wide, he was about my height.
I grabbed his face and kissed him hard on the mouth, thrusting my tongue into him, and at the same time I ground my pussy against his stiffening cock and my big tits against his muscled chest.
He gasped as I released my grip, and I grinned at him, “we’re gonna get you a great price,” I whispered, and then slithered around his body so that I was now pressed against him from behind. I wrapped my arms around him, stroking his chest, then worked my way down until I was on my knees, my hand stroking his firm ass. I slid one hand up between his legs to cup his balls, then further up to stroke his shaft, which was now rock hard. On the big screens I could see my hand stroking him, and a little drop of precum emerged from the tip. I had the urge to go back around and take him in my mouth, but I fought it – I’d definitely be in trouble if I blocked that view!
Instead I stood and moved to his right side. With my knees bent, I ground my cunt up and down his spread leg, my right hand working his shaft and my left squeezing his butt cheek. He began to groan in pleasure. I knew I had to wait for the signal. I glanced over at the man in black, and he was making a ‘slow down’ gesture, so I eased the stroking, and just kept it enough to maintain his erection.
The auctioneer continued, “Some good bids, but come on ladies, this fine specimen can’t end up shovelling horse shit on a farm! Imagine that big cock for your own personal pleasure. Picture him in a nice suit carrying your shopping bags when you meet your friends for lunch, how jealous they’ll be!”
The man in black gestured to me to bring the orgasm closer, so I began long, smooth strokes the full length of his cock, making sure my thumb brushed the sensitive head. I slid my other hand down between his legs and pressed up on his taint and tickled his asshole.
“Jesus Christ!” He muttered under his breath, “Where the fuck did you learn that?”
I grinned and stroked harder, still sliding my wet pussy up and down his hot, muscled thigh.
“Ok ladies,” said the auctioneer, “lets see what he’s got!”
The man in black gave me the thumbs up, and I began to stroke in earnest. I slid around in front so I was crouching under his cock. Now my left hand had a firm grip on the base and my right was a blur on the shaft. His legs were beginning to shake and I knew he was really close. It was a beautiful cock, and I wished I could have it inside of me.
His balls began to twitch, and I knew he was right on the brink. He let out a loud groan, and I pressed my thumb against the base to hold back the torrent. I counted to three, then released it, still stroking with my right hand. I felt his cock swell as the torrent of cum rushed out and shot over my shoulder. I glanced around – it almost reached the audience over fifteen feet away!
Several more jets spurted out, and as I felt him finish I couldn’t resist taking him in my mouth and sucking the final bit out, but I quickly moved out of the way again. His legs had given out, and he was hanging by his arms until he was able to pull himself together. I stayed sitting next to him, my knees up and legs spread for the audience to see my wet slit.
There was a long silence, then the auctioneer cleared his throat.
“Goodness,” he said, “well, that was quite something. Don’t forget, she’s the next lot for sale! But to the business in hand, as it were, I’m going to wrap this one up, any more bids?”
There appeared to be another flurry of bidding, because he kept threatening to sell, but didn’t quite get there a few more times, but finally there was the sound of a gavel.
“Sold!” Cried the auctioneer, “Thank you madam, may he bring you many inches of pleasure!”
There was some good natured laughter, and a man and a woman in black stepped up onto the podium and started to free the sold slave. I glanced over at the man by the door, and he motioned me over to him.
Once I was by him, he said, “That was good, you’ve done a lot for your price. Let’s hope your ‘helper’ knows what he’s doing.”
Over on the stage, the man in black led the slave off the opposite side of the stage, and the woman in black finished cleaning up the cum, then beckoned me over.
I walked over, again, tits high, ass tight, to where the previous slave had stood, flashing a cheeky smile at the audience. I noticed there are two outlines of feet, so I stood on them, and she crouched down and wrapped velcro cuffs around my ankles, fastened to floor anchors just behind my feet.
“Squat down.” She ordered.
I complied, and was shocked to see huge close-ups of my spread pussy and ass appear on all the big screens around the auditorium. There was a camera in the floor! I flexed my kegels and watched my pussy twitch on the screens.
I was made to stay in that deliciously humiliating position as the auctioneer began.
“Next we have lot AG475, a female, five feet eight inches, one hundred twenty-five pounds. We’ve already seen that she’s quite talented.” There was a ripple of light laughter. “May I direct your attention to the screens around you, where you’ll see that she has nice full lips, and a pleasing pink colour. You can also see that she’s quite wet from her previous performance.” More laughter. “You’ll see from the history that these areas have had extensive use, but you’ll notice from the test results that they are still in good condition, with very good grip scores, both front and back.
This was now beyond humiliating, and I could feel my face had flushed red.
“Scores for libido are also high, as is her repeated arousal index. She would be very well suited for multiple sequential use.” I tried to parse that last sentence. Oh, he meant ‘whore’.
He continued, “She responds well to pain on the posterior, genitals and nipples.”
The camera zoomed in even closer on my pussy.
“And as you can see from the engorgement of the clitoris, she also responds well to humiliation.”
Dammit, he was right, my cunt was throbbing from all this attention.
Finally he must’ve felt everyone had seen enough close-ups of my wet pussy, for velcro cuffs were strapped around my wrists, then they were pulled up in the air so that I stood up, spreadeagled and completely helpless on display. The big screens now changed to show my face, my bottom, and multiple close-ups of my breasts.
I sensed someone step up onto the podium next to me, and turned my head. There was my new friend Jacob.
“Hey kiddo,” he grinned, “I’m gonna send your price through the roof!”
I smiled, “Shouldn’t be hard – I’m practically gushing down there.”
He stepped behind me, lifted my long hair and kissed my neck. My legs quivered.
In the distance, I could still hear the auctioneer talking about my stamina stats, pussy lubrication, proclivities for multiple penetration, but I tuned him out and revelled in the feeling of Jacobs hands as he ran them up my hips and around my waist to my belly. He pressed himself against my ass, and I could feel he was already getting hard. His hands slid up my body until he was cupping my large, firm breasts. He took my nipples between finger and thumb and squeezed and twisted.
He whispered, “How much pain?”
“Lots,” I whispered back.
He began to pinch and twist, and I moaned in pleasure. Up on the screens I saw a close-up of my nipples getting hard. He pinched me really hard, and I cried out with delicious pain and my body writhed and twisted. The auctioneer had stopped talking.
His cock was now rock hard against my back.
He caressed my nipples a little more gently, then slid his hands down my belly to my pussy. I watched on the screens as he spread me wide open. With his left hand he brushed my clit, and he slipped two fingers of his right into me, then drew them out to show the cameras a string of sticky wetness. He brought it up to my mouth and I eagerly tasted my own arousal.
He began working my clit like I showed him earlier. I thrusted my ass backward into him, and he shifted position so his cock was pushed down between my cheeks.
His other hand came back up to inflict more pain on my nipples and my body began to sway. I pushed back harder – was there any way I could get him inside me? I could hear from his breathing that he really wanted me.
I turned my head as far as I could, “Fuck me!” I hissed urgently.
His hand went behind me to his cock, and he crouched a little to get a better angle. I twisted my hips back as far as I could. I felt the tip pressing against my asshole, but I wanted it in my pussy.
“Wrong hole,” I hissed again, “further forward.”
He moved further forward and thrust, and I felt him slip past my hole and up my lips. He tried again and again. I bet it felt great for him, but it was nothing but frustration for me.
The auctioneer must have seen what was happening, and thought it would help the sale, because he said, “Please lower her arms a little.”
A felt some slack develop in the cords above me, and it allowed me to bend further forward, and finally Jacob was inside me. I sighed with pleasure as he began slowly fucking me. The angle he entered me at meant he was stroking my g-spot hard, but he was too slow both with fucking and working my clit to get me off.
“Faster,” I begged.
“Not yet,” he replied, “they want more action.”
I’d forgotten that he was looking to the stage manager for direction. I looked up at the screens. I saw my flushed face on one, my bouncing boobs on another, and a close up from below of his cock penetrating me over and over. It was so fucking hot – I’ve watched myself fuck on video before, but never live. I’ve fucked with people watching before, but never this many, never on a stage, never when I’m on sale to the highest bidder.
He kept me on the brink like this for at least another agonizing minute, then he obviously got the nod, because his fingers on my clit sped up.
“Oh God, yes, like that!” I groaned, “Don’t change a thing!”
Closer and closer he brought me, his fingers rubbing my clit from both sides, my breaths coming short and fast. I wanted to feel him cum inside me, but I knew he had to save that for his sale. I licked my lips, and could still taste a little cum from the last guy. I thought how being fucked in front of an audience might become my new kink. It might become my future too, depending on who bought me. I imagined being tied up and taken forcefully by one man after another, a never-ending queue stretching into the distance of men who wanted to own my cunt.
That pushed me over the edge. I cried out in ecstasy as a huge orgasm swept out from my clit over my body. My hips bucked, and Jacob’s cock slipped out of me. My knees collapsed, but instead of hanging by my wrists, I felt Jacob’s strong arms support me until I was able to pull it together and stand on my own, still panting.
He gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and left me there to return to the wings of the stage. The screens had now changed to show looped video of my face in the throws of orgasm, over and over.
“So, ladies and gentlemen, she would be a fine addition to any establishment. Oh, we have a question? One moment… Yes, madame?”
A smartly-dressed woman near the front of the audience spoke up: “The documentation makes no mention of breast augmentation, but those look too perky to be real.”
The auctioneer spoke again: “Slave, please address the issue. It’s a serious matter if you recorded false information on your admissions paperwork, and may result in additional time.”
“No,” I stammered. I desperately looked around, but I still hadn’t managed to work out where in the room he was. I addressed the woman. “Ma’am, I promise they’re natural!”
“I’d like to check,” she said, “may I?” This was not directed at me – no-one has to ask a slave’s permission for anything.
“Be my guest,” He said, “but please make it quick, we have a lot of merchandise to move today, and this one has already taken more than her allotted time.”
The woman quickly moved to the front and climbed up onto the stage. She came right up close to me, closer than necessary. She was in her fifties, with a hard look to her mouth. I could see her being a tough brothel-madam. I could smell her expensive perfume – I’d bought myself that same fragrance before. She reached out both hands and grabbed my tits roughly. She squeezed and twisted, and pressed her fingers hard into the underside of each breast. I squealed in pain and tried to pull away, but my restraints held me firm.
“Well?” Asked the auctioneer.
“They appear to be in order,” she said grudgingly. She stepped back down, but not before giving my left nipple a cruel tweak, as if to punish me for daring to prove her wrong.
Somehow, having the quality of my tits questioned was the most humiliating thing that had happened to me that day.
“Very well, let the file be updated to show that this slave has verified natural breasts. Now please, let’s complete the bidding.”
Soon it was over, and there was a light ripple of applause – hopefully that meant I sold for a lot. The stagehands lowered my arms and unfastened me, and I was directed off to stage right. Another man in black was standing there, and scanned my wrist ID.
“How much?” I asked.
“It’s up to your purchaser whether to tell you that, now head through that door to shipping.”
‘Shipping’. Wow, they really wanted you to know you were merchandise!
I passed through the door he indicated, and I was in another small office. A woman in a uniform scanned me again and handed me a small package.
“Put this on.”
I unwrapped it, and it turned out to be a simple disposable paper smock. It was really just a long sheet of thin paper with a head-hole, and narrow paper strips joining the front and back at waist level.
I pulled it over my head and put my arms out the sides. It hardly covered anything – it barely reached below my butt-cheeks, and from the side you could still totally see my tits, but it was better than nothing. It was the first time I’d had anything covering me since I was stripped naked in court.
She looked down at the tablet she was holding.
“Hmm. It hasn’t updated with your buyer yet.” She walked over close to me. She reached down and cupped my pussy. I knew enough not to pull away.
“I expect they’ll keep this shaved,” she said, “but I think a nice bush holds a woman’s scent better. Maybe I’ll come visit whichever whorehouse you’re at and see.”
She pulled the waistband of her pants out. “Put your hand in my panties,” she ordered.
I did as she said, and found a furry bush.
“Finger me.”
I slipped my middle finger inside her, she was wet.
“Taste it.”
I pulled my hand out and tasted my middle finger. Her juices were strong, but not unpleasant.
“Remember that taste – I’ll be sitting on your face soon enough.”
She seemed to expect a response.
“Yes ma’am,” I replied.
Just then, her tablet binged.
She glanced down and gave a disappointed grunt. Maybe my brothel wasn’t here in town?
“Alright,” she said, “through that door and bus seven. Remember, the collar knows where you are supposed to be.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” I headed outside, and found myself in a large parking lot with a row of buses.
I walked along, looking for number seven.
Each bus, along with the number, had a hand-written sign with the name of a brothel or slave employment agency.
I saw ‘Pink Delight’, ‘Just Blondes’, ‘Open Wide’, ‘Tied ‘n Tested’, ‘Ace in the Hole’, ‘Obedient Domestics’.
A found number seven, but it only had the number, no name. I climbed aboard. There was no driver, but three slaves, all wearing the same paper smocks as me. I sat down opposite a guy I recognised from my sale group.
“Any idea where we’re going?”
“Nope,” he said, “and frankly, that worries me. I’m a trained masseur, so I was hoping to go to one of the big spas.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I was hoping for a high-end place.”
He glanced at me, and I saw him eying my tits through the open side of my smock.
“Yes, that’s where I would expect a girl with your bod to end up – you’re smoking.”
I grinned. “Thanks!”
I glanced down at him. On a guy his size, the smock didn’t cover anything, and his flaccid cock was on full display, resting between his open thighs.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said, “maybe some rich bitch bought you for her home spa.”
About ninety minutes passed, and the bus gradually filled up with men and women of all types, then finally a driver climbed on board. He didn’t acknowledge his passengers, and simply closed the doors and drove the bus out of the auction complex, and into the evening traffic.
We drove though dreary suburbs, and finally he stopped outside a seedy-looking strip club.
He stood facing us and looked at his tablet.
“EG427 and DR324, come forward.” He commanded. Two young women stood up and walked to the front of the bus. He scanned their bracelet IDs and led them off the bus. The wind played havoc with their flimsy paper smocks. They tried to protect their modesty, but they simply didn’t have enough hands to cover their boobs, ass and pussy, and an old man passing by got a great view.
They were led into the club, and a few minutes later the driver emerged alone, holding their two slave collars. He stowed them in a plastic tub by his seat, and we drove off again.
The scene repeated, and gradually the bus emptied, stopping at massage parlours, apartment complexes, even a grocery store. The guy beside me was taken off at a really fancy mansion. We wished each other good luck.
There were only three of us left when the driver called my number. We were outside a pretty fancy apartment building in the fashionable end of downtown. As I stepped off the bus the wind ripped at my smock and nearly tore it off, much to the amusement of two guys walking past.
“Hey, fresh meat!” One of them called to the driver, “Which apartment? We might drop by for a visit!”
The driver ignored them and led me up to the building, where a smartly dressed doorman stepped out, closing the door behind him.
“Deliveries go round the back.”
The driver sighed, “Come on man, I don’t have time for this. It’s not like we need the freight lift!”
“Sir,” said the doorman, “merchandise like that certainly needs to go in freight – there’s no way I’d expect my residents to share a lift with a whore.”
“Even though it’s one of your residents that bought the whore?”
The doorman sighed. “Ok, you can come in this way, but you’re still riding freight.” He opened the door and let us in. It was a pretty typical lobby, with a couple of nice couches and a concierge desk. The doorman called over to the concierge. “Hey Harry, make sure this goes freight, ok?”
The concierge nodded, and beckoned us quickly down a hallway beside the lifts and through a door. We were now in a bare concrete space with big rubber swing doors leading out to a loading dock. My feet were cold on the concrete floor.
He turned a key in a lock beside the freight lift, and I heard it begin to rumble. He looked me up and down appreciatively.
“Nice piece, where to?”
“Name of Harrington.” Replied the driver.
The concierge nodded. “Eighth floor. Always have good taste, them. Maybe this year instead of a cash tip, they’ll let us have her for an afternoon!”
The driver laughed, and at that moment the lift opened and he led me in. It smelled bad in here – garbage and stale cigarettes.
He pressed eight, and turned to me. I braced for the groping, but instead he looked me in the eye.
“How’d you get to this?” He asked.
“What, slavery? I got into too much debt.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t end up in a brothel.”
“Actually, that’s kind of what I was expecting. Wouldn’t have been so bad. Total sexual surrender, you know?” I flipped up the front of my smock and flashed him my snatch. “Being used as a mindless sex toy appeals to me.”
He blushed. Luckily, the slow old lift finally opened and we stepped out. It was another dingy freight lobby with a big garbage can and a mop leaning against the wall. We walked through the only door and into a plush hallway. I was thankful to have carpet under my feet again.
He checked his tablet, then led me down the hall to door 803. He checked the tablet again, then punched a code into a little number pad. There was a click and the whirr of a motor, and he pushed the door open.
It seemed to be a large apartment, tastefully furnished in scandanavian style – smooth wood floors, clean lines, modern art on the walls. On a small table lay a thin strip of black fabric. He picked it up.
“I’m to put this on you.”
“What is it?”
“It’s your new slave collar – it’s a really expensive one. You can’t even tell.”
He put it around my throat and it snapped shut.
“I think it’s the newest kind – it has full biometric readings, gps, everything. It can still shock you, I’m afraid.”
“I’d expect nothing less!”
He unlocked and removed the other heavy collar.
“Oh, that’s much better,” I sighed, rubbing my neck. “Now what? There doesn’t seem to be anyone home.”
“No,” he replied, holding up the tablet, “It says to just leave you, they’ll be home late. I guess just make yourself useful, you know, first impressions and all. It says they’ll instruct you on the rules of the house, but the main one all slaves get is don’t make eye contact with your master or mistress, ok?”
I nodded in agreement and smiled at him. “Thanks for being kind to me.”
He blushed a little, then suddenly looked really awkward. “Um, can I ask a favour?”
“Of course, anything.”
“Well, um, can I feel your boobs?” He was embarrassed to look at me while he asked.
I gave a little laugh. “I’m a slave – you don’t have to ask!”
“That wouldn’t feel right to me, even though that’s what you were sentenced to.”
“Well, anyway, you have my permission.” I pulled the sides of the paper across my chest together, revealing my breasts to him.
“God, they’re amazing,” he sighed, reaching out and taking one in each hand. I felt a nice warmth spread across my chest as he gently fondled me, and my nipples stiffened against his palms.
“Would you like to fuck me?” I whispered.
He hesitated. “I can’t – you know, the bus. They monitor how long each delivery takes. I have to go.” He reluctantly let go of me and picked up the tablet and collar.
As he opened the door, I said, “Now can I ask a favour? Will you think of me when you jack off tonight?”
He blushed even deeper.
“Will you promise me?” I pressed on, “I’d really like to know you’re thinking about how nice my tits felt.”
He gave an awkward nod, and quickly left. It was good to know I still had it!
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