**Hey guys, if you read this already, thanks for reading. If not welcome. I am re-posting an extended version of Part 1 with sex scenes. Go to *** for the start of the sex scenes.**
This is a continuation of my Femtopia world in which women lead and are the dominant and superior gender. I’d recommend reading my original stories first (at least my first one) for information on how the world works, though I’ll still be delving into it here a little.
Part 1: Femtopia with Martha
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**Trigger Warning: Slaves (Male)**
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Christina had lived in Femtopia her entire life. Femtopia as it was known, was a place in which women were considered to be the superior gender. Women held all the top jobs, all the top careers, all government jobs, and were seen as being superior to men in all aspects of social life. For this reason, women were dominant and they led in all aspects of social affairs over men, ordering them around, demanding things of them, and really just controlling everything, with men being unable to stop it.
This was the dilemma Christina had. She was not naturally dominant as all other women seemed to be. Of course, she knew there were other stragglers like her, but it was rare. It was expected that she be dominant and lead as a woman. And yet she had trouble doing so. She felt uncomfortable, out of place. She had to really force herself to be dominant, and even then she was really just pretending, putting on a face so that other women wouldn’t notice or think lesser of her. It was her regular dilemma. Especially now that she felt immense pressure from the women in her family to select a male mate.
In Femtopia, once women reached the age of 19, they were eligible to go to male mate auction houses where they were able to auction for their ideal male mate, a man whom they would purchase to be brought into their homes for both domestic support, and most importantly, for breeding purposes. This would be a man whom they’d choose to provide them with their seed and impregnate them.
As such, at the same time, once men reached the age of 19, they were brought out on stage completely naked for women to ogle, admire, and ultimately auction on if they liked what they saw. The tallest men and the men with the largest penises were the most sought after and went for the highest bids. Shorter men on the other hand, often went unwanted for months or even years, before someone would auction for them. Ones who weren’t bought, ended up at brothels, or became homeless. Christina was disgusted by the whole process, but she knew she would have to undergo it if she wanted a male mate.
Christina was 25 years old, black, 5’5″ with long black hair and brown hair, on the chubbier side and with average but perky breasts. She was comfortable with her figure, and felt like she had a nice body. That didn’t change her fears and anxieties regarding picking a male mate. Plus she was still a virgin and that added to the anxieties.
So here she stood, sitting in the seats of the male mate auction house, as one man after another was brought out and bid on. She wasn’t high up in standing or in income, so her options were limited as far as whom she could afford. She wasn’t like many of the other women who could shell out money like it was nothing. Christina had to be smart, efficient, selective.
She didn’t really have a preference for a male mate as far as age or ethnicity went. Obviously, she wanted a tall man, but she wasn’t confident that she could afford one. So she was going to just book it and see what happened. One after the other, man after man came out and was sold and Christina’s hopes became lower and lower.
Next another man was announced, Steve. He was white, on the shorter side, only about 5’8″ with short dark brown hair, freckles lining his face. The auctioneer announced him as 21 years old, which meant he’d gone unclaimed for 2 years. She looked down at his groin. His cock was a little larger than average, she thought. Then she looked back at his face. He stood there, unmoving, a dejected look on his face, expecting no one to bid on him.
Something changed then and there for Christina. She didn’t know if it was pity, or if she felt a connection, felt like they were both uncomfortable in the positions they were in. But something changed in her, and she felt drawn to him. She raised her hand to signal her bidding on him.
Upon doing so, Steve turned and looked at her, his face showing a combination of confusion and awe, as if surprised that someone had bid on him, that someone had picked him. She looked around her at the other women. They looked at her in surprise, looks of like “*what are you doing*?” Christina blushed deeply. She didn’t like all the eyes on her.
“Going once. Going twice… And sold,” the auctioneer announced.
Christina felt a rush flow through her once she heard him say sold. There was something about it that gave her a thrill, a sense of accomplishment. Steve continued watching her, until finally he was herded out to be prepared to be brought to her home. Christina made her way out the auditorium and up to the reception where she provided the receptionist with her contact info, including address, so that Steve could be driven to her home later that day.
After that she made her way back home awaiting his arrival. She felt like a nervous wreck, not knowing what to do, what to say. She still couldn’t believe that she chose him. As she got ready, she heard a knock at the door and opened it up. There he was. Right at the door. Clothed now as protocol permitted, with his suitcases in hand. He still had that perplexed expression on his face, like he couldn’t believe he had finally been auctioned, that he had been chosen.
They stood looking at each other in the doorway for what felt like hours until Christina finally ushered him in.
“Um. Welcome. Come in.”
Steve entered her home. She led him to her room where she told him where he could put his things and change. Then she left the room to give him privacy. Though it really wasn’t necessary to give him privacy since she’d seen all of him and now that he was attached to her, he had no privacy anymore anyway. He was hers.
Now that he was here, she felt aroused, interested in him. Being a virgin as she was, and knowing that he was also a virgin as law required, made her aroused by the thought of intercourse. She’d seen his cock, albeit from a distance, but she liked what she saw. And hopefully she would like how it felt deep inside her. The thought made her blush a deep red.
She made her way into the kitchen and began cleaning the dishes, then mopping the floors. She needed to occupy her mind, needed to distract herself from what she had done. She still couldn’t believe she’d acquired a male mate. The thought sent a tingle through a body.
As she continued to clean and distract herself, she heard the door close and footsteps make her way to the kitchen.
“Uh, I’m Steve,” he announced. As if she didn’t know that already.
“Of course Steve. I’m Christina. Why don’t you have a seat on the couch over in the living room.”
He simply nodded and walked over. She turned to look at him, liking the way his white ass jiggled. He plunked down on the couch and Christina turned back over to clean the rest of the kitchen floor. Finally she was done, and she walked over to the living room. He was sitting on the end of the couch, unmoving, staring straight ahead.
Christina sighed. She might as well try and initiate things regardless if she was comfortable doing so. She made her way and sat down on the middle seat next to him. Once she sat down, he turned his head to face her.
“Hello.”
“Hi,” he replied.
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“Um,” she started, not knowing how to begin. “You have a nice cock.”
“Oh. Um. Thanks.”
“And a nice body of course, not just a nice cock, but you do have a nice thick cock. I-”
Then she stopped. What was wrong with her? Why was she such a mess? He continued to look at her and said nothing. Finally he broke the silence.
“And you,” he began, looking her up and down. “You’re pretty.” He fixated on her tits.
Christina blushed deeply at his gaze, his watchful gaze ogling over her. She felt herself getting wet. She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Can I see your cock?” she asked.
She was being forward, blunt, but she couldn’t take it any longer. She was aching for cock, to lose her virginity.
“Um,” he began.
“Just pull it out. Please.”
He complied, and began to unbuckle his jeans. Then he pulled them down ever so slightly revealing his boxers, and then he slid his hands down and pulled it out. It was a nice size, larger than she thought or expected. She spent what felt like hours looking at, ogling it, all the veins, the tip of his cock. He wasn’t hard, that much was clear, but still a good size limp. She licked her lips.
“Um.” She wasn’t sure how to proceed. “Is it ok if I touch it?” She knew she didn’t need to ask permission. That his body, his cock, belonged to her. But still she felt uncomfortable, unsure if she should be that forward.
He nodded slowly.
She put her hand on his shaft and then gripped it. It felt nice and cool to her touch, softer than she anticipated. It needed to be harder for her needs. She licked her lips as she touched it softly, caressing it, feeling herself getting wetter. Then she stopped. She couldn’t take the tension any longer.
“Can we? Can we go to our room?” she asked, blushing.
“Sure,” he responded. Of course he couldn’t say no. He was her property after all.
She led the way, Steve following, his cock hanging out awkwardly, his pants halfway down. She led him to the bed and sat on it. He did the same. She looked into those light green eyes of his and couldn’t take it anymore. She leaned in and kissed him. He was surprised but soon he accepted the kiss and kissed her back. They remained like that for a few seconds before pulling apart.
She looked down at his cock. It was starting to rise. “Can you strip down for me?” she asked politely.
He nodded and made quick work of what was left of his pants and boxers, before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. She took in all of him again and she loved what she saw up close, that white body, that brown chest hair, those freckles. She was so wet, so aching.
“Um, can you eat me out?” she asked.
“Uh. What’s that? How.”
“Well. You put your head between my legs and lick my pussy. I’ve never had it happen and I’m craving it.”
He paused briefly before he nodded.
“Take off my jeans and panties,” she added for good measure.
She laid on her back and enjoyed the moment of him pulling off her pants and then her panties, revealing her bare bottom to him. Her legs were still closed, but he would soon get a sight.
“Pull my legs apart,” she said.
And then he did. And as he did, Christina felt herself get incredibly wet. The feeling of a man spreading her legs open was incredibly hot, the thought that for the first time ever a man was looking at her bare pussy sent her over the moon. She felt herself soaking already and they hadn’t even begun.
“I. Uh I don’t know what to do,” he announced.
Oh right. He was just a virgin as she was. This was probably his first time even seeing a vagina.
“Um. Well just lick me out. Lick the hole and inside it with your tongue and nibble on my clit. Just start and I’ll tell you what I enjoy or don’t enjoy through my moans I guess.”
She didn’t herself know what she enjoyed but they would find out together. She watched as he slid himself up and in between her legs. She felt his hot breath on her pussy and she moaned at just that. She was just aching for pleasure. She wasn’t shaved but she was trimmed so he would get some hair along with her pussy.
Then she felt the first of his mouth and tongue on her lips. He started nibbling on her clit. She gasped at the sense as he tugged on her clit, not too hard, not too soft.
And then he started licking her all over. At first, he was sloppy, not knowing what to do, or where to go, but soon he got a hang of it. And once he did it was easily the best sensation she had felt up until that moment. Her pussy got wetter and wetter as he ate her and she grabbed tightly onto the sheets, her mouth clenched. It felt incredible.
Sensing her enjoyment and hearing her moans, he sped up with his licking, eating her with a renowned urgency. She felt him as if he was deep inside her body. Her entire body was enjoying the sensations. He continued to go and soon she felt an orgasm arriving, her body ready to give way to the sensation.
And then she came. She screamed as she came, clutching the sheets with dear life as he continued to devour her insides with his tongue. And then it happened. She squirted. She started squirting all over his face, her entire body in ecstasy as her juices dripped against his face. She continued screaming from the pleasure, until she was done. Her body was done and she went into a sort of calm, a relapse if you will. He pulled his mouth away from her pussy.
She looked down at his face, his face soaking wet from her juices. It was hot. And incredible. It had felt so good. Looking at him like that sent her over the moon.
“Now fuck me. Please.”
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