Charity Auction (Repost for 1 female)

[Rocket1010]

Bradley Thomas stood in the wings of the stage wondering how on earth he got into this mess with Mrs. Digbee. She was a shrewd lawyer who handled his tax evasion case and got him off on a technicality. He thought everything was taken care of until a few weeks later when he received another summons to appear in court for a related tax charge. Disgruntled and upset, he talked to Mrs. Digbee about the new issue and she ranted about how he deceived her by not divulging all the information. She pulled a contract from her desk and told him to sign it immediately. Bradley had asked to read it but she simply dismissed him with a wave of her arm, telling him to trust her as he had done on his previous tax problem.

Bradley reluctantly accepted the contract and signed it thinking the contract was similar to the previous one and would be some form of monetary payment. Shortly after she notified him that the charges were dropped, she told him he would be part of her charity event. Bradley at first told her he wasn’t interested but she only smiled and then smirked as she told him, “you should read the fine print of our contract my dear Bradley. It seems that I can and do have the right to have you as part of the charity event.” Bradley asked what type of event this would be but she told him, “Be at this address at eight sharp on Friday and please don’t think of trying to get out of it.”

Bradley was surprised when he showed up and she told him he would be auctioned off to the highest female bidder. Bradley argued with her, threatening to walk out but then she waved the contract in his face. “Remember this little contract you signed Bradley? If you don’t do as I ask; you will find yourself going off to prison.” Ashen face Bradley realized that he had been set up from the beginning. From the wings of the stage, he looked out into the audience, wondering who would bid and what things would he be required to do for the highest bidder.

When Mrs. Digbee started the auctioning she told the women that the men were willing to give of their time and talents and then she laughed. “And for some of you women who have some other rather special needs, I’m sure you can convince your weekend slave to perform for you.” This brought a loud roar from the women and sent a chill down Bradley’s spine. He watched apprehensively as the first few men auctioned off by Mrs. Digbee were fitted with collars by the high bidder and then led out of the hall.

He heard his name being called as Mrs. Digbee announced that she had a new man this year. “Ladies I want you to bid high and bid often for our newest man,” she said in a loud voice into the microphone. Bradley was led on stage by a young woman, his 6’ 2” frame and broad shoulders towering over the shorter woman.

Mrs. Digbee winked at him, taking in his wavy black hair which was neatly combed. Backstage she had given him a silk shirt and ordered him to wear it half unbuttoned with a gold chain around his neck for more appeal to her special ladies. As he stood in the center of the stage, he thought about how stupid he was to have not read the contract. “Ok Ladies what do I hear as an opening bid for this man. I’m sure you all have the wherewithal to make him mind you for a simple weekend. Don’t you ladies? What do I hear? Do I hear $1000 for your private toy for the weekend?”

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Bump ..... Since person who was interested did not have time to play

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Moira was a woman used to getting what she wanted, not in that blonde pouty princess way, the sultry red head way, or the butch dyke power brunnette way. But the subtle understated I know I'm good and I'm going to win so just admit it defeat now way.

She was dressed impeccably, which made her stand out as much as it helped her blend in, the sea blue green color of her dress flowing over her delisciously curvy frame. Her wavy brown red hair was a carefully constructed mess piled on her head. Her smile was remininscent of the Mona Lisa, hiding more than it revealed. She waved her hand casually as if to say she didn't care if she bought him or not as she interjected her bids.

In the end she sipped her wine, and doubled the top offer, and he was hers.

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Bradley felt the sweat beginning to form on his body as he stood on stage peering out into the audience as Mrs. Digbee began the bidding war. His hands were clammy and he felt a small knot forming in his stomach. Standing next to Mrs. Digbee, listening to her go on about him as she started the auction, he was stunned when he heard her say $1000. He peered out into the audience, seeing women sitting around small tables sipping their drinks as if they were having a friendly visit.

He saw some of them eying his body, and then whispering to their neighbor, smiling and then taking another look. The previous highest bid he had heard back stage before he was led out onto the stage was $25,000 for a man who definitely was a body builder. The muscles on his forearms bulged from his tight shirt and he had heard someone yell out, “I bet he has some big muscles in those pants.” The room erupted in laughter at the comment and it just made Bradley feel that much more uncomfortable as he stood in the wings. At that point he wanted to turn and run, but the thought of Mrs. Digbee’s blackmail scheme made him stop. “How bad can this be,” he mused trying to placate his fears.

Now on stage, peering out at the expectant bidders, his fears welled up inside him. He moved a little as if to walk away but the young woman who led him onto the stage, grabbed his arm and held him in his place. It would have been easy to break away from her but then the thought going to jail held him fast to the stage floor. Words poured through his head as he heard the sound of female voices calling out $2,000 and then another cry of $3,000, then $4,000, and then $5,000. The words “weekend slave,” “women with special needs,” “perform for you,” “make him mind you,” and “private toy,” ran a muck in his brain. He wondered what kind of things he would be forced to do or was this just a guise to get the women to bid higher and higher.

Bradley noticed one women who seemed oblivious to the whole bidding atmosphere but she waved her hand after each bid as if she were shooing away a fly. He was jolted from his thoughts when he heard the bidding rise in rapid succession from blocks of $1,000 to blocks of $5,000. He saw a hand rise on the left side of the stage. “$10,000,” was shouted, then he saw the wavy brown red haired woman simply flip her hand at the sound of Mrs. Digby asking the rowdy crowd for $15,000.

Bradley watched as the women seemed to be more interested, wondering how high the bid would go. Mrs. Digby got $20,000 from a long legged woman in the back of the room. Then $25,000 from a large breasted women in the front row with a top so small, he was sure her breasts would fall out at any moment. Mrs. Digby called for $30,000, cajoling the women that surely this man was worth every penny. Bradley saw a small commotion in the center of the room and then he saw the wavy brown red haired women raise her hand and call out $50,000.

The room instantly fell quiet and all eyes turned to the woman. Bradley stared at the woman, dumbfounded as a buzz began to filter through the crowd. He saw her smile at the hostess, Mrs. Digbee, and then turned her attention to him. He glanced nervously at Mrs. Digbee as she spoke, “I don’t think anyone is going to top your bid Moira. I have a bid of $50,000 going once, twice,” and then watched as she slammed the gavel down hard on the wooden podium. “Sold to my good friend Moira for $50,000.”

Mrs. Digbee walked to Bradley and kissed him on the cheek. She whispered above the din of noise in the room, “My dear Bradley. You are one lucky bastard but you will probably wish you went to prison by the time she is done with you.” Bradley looked into her eyes and then over her shoulder saw the woman sitting in her chair chatting with her friends as if she had just purchased something for her house. He noticed all eyes were on her as a murmur of approval spread through the hall. Bradley stood rooted to the stage floor watching her thinking, “What the fuck did I get myself into?”

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It wasn't that her sexual desires were all that complicated, but there were times when it was so much nicer to have someone who didn't have all the emotional complications. She finished her drink and chatted with the others as more men were auctioned off. She sat politely through about ten more than politely excused herself...to "enjoy" her purchase.

Laughter and semi lewd comments followed her, as she wrote the check and casually slipped it to the charity event host. She winked at her purchase, casually took his tie and led him out of the event hall.

"I have a suite," not that her place wasn't suitable, but the idea of this man knowing where she lived and having memories of him in her own bed. Well it just wasn't in her game plan. She was glad the elevator was empty as she stepped in and tugging him behind her.

"You don't seem the type," she adjusted his tie, casually pressing her body against his. Revealing that while she may seem a rich spoiled socialite, that she had the desires of a horny teenager and a killer ripe body to match.

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Bradley was surprised when the woman who won the bid for him didn't immediatley claim her prize. The other men auctioned off were almost immediatley taken from the stage by their prospective owners for the weekend. He stood in the wings just off stage watching as the othe men were selected and then led away by the sultry women that bought them.

He wondered about the woman who doubled the price of any other man. He watched as each man was selected but at a lot lower price than what he went for. He was a bit dumbfounded about why a beautiful woman would pay so much for him for the weekend. He began to think about what he would be required to do for her for an entire weekend. He thought about Mrs. Digbe and her blackmail scheme and wondered how many other men auctioned off tonight were under her spell so to speak.

Bradley was beginning to wonder about the wavy brown red haired woman when she seemed to appear from no where. She winked at him and then grabbed his tie and pulled him silently from the main event arena. He wanted to ask her about her intentions but thought better of if and kept his mouth closed for the time being. She told she had a suite and it confused him as he thought he was supposed to be taken to her home for the weekend. He allowed himself to be led into the elevator by this woman who had a body that most women would kill for.

When they entered the elevator and the door closed he felt her press her supple body against his as she commented, "You don't seem the type."

"If it wasn't for Mrs. Digbe blackmailing me I wouldn't be here," he said as he felt her breasts push against his strong chest. "And just what do you intend to do this weekend with your auction item," he said as the elevator rose to the penthouse suite.

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"Do you really have any objections to anything I might do to you?" she said with a smirk. Perhaps it was a bit silly to answer the question with a question. At the same time, she had yet to meet a man who objected to being used in any way by her. She had felt there was something different about him. Either way she expected to get her money's worth, and if she had to break him, well that would be unfortunate.

She had only one rule, and that was that whatever went on stayed between them. She had a confidentiality agreement for him to sign in the room. She knew Mrs. Digbe was rather unscrupulous in how she procurred her men, but having seen many being auctioned off again each month, knew that in the end, the men enjoyed it.

"Would you rather be anywhere else, right now?" she asked pressing her body to his, running her fingers through his hair as she positioned herself to kiss him.

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“Do you really have any objections to anything I might do to you? Would you rather be anywhere else, right now?” rang clearly in his head. She had not said a word to him since coming on stage, grabbing his tie and pulling him out of the event arena to the bank of hotel elevators. He looked at the smirk on the face of the woman Mrs. Digbee called Moria as the elevator rose steadily to the top floor. She seemed to have a sure-fire cockiness about her as though she always got her way in everything she did. As she ran her fingers through his hair, while pressing her body against him, he could definitely see why men would fall head over heels for this woman. “God she looks fantastic and smells so good,” he thought to himself as she rubbed her breasts into his chest. He watched her smiling face get closer as if positioning herself for a kiss. He wondered what their first kiss would taste like and as she seemed to move closer to him or was it him to her, he remembered why he was here. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked her square in the eyes, the feeling of being used welling up in him.

“I’m here for two reasons. One because that bitch friend of yours, Mrs. Digbee, blackmailed me. She said if I didn’t do this charity event I would end up in jail. And secondly you paid a handsome price for me for which I’m not all the sure why you did it and what you intend to do to get your money's worth. As for any objections to anything you might do to me! I’m used to knowing what I’m getting into and being blackmailed is not one of them. And would I rather be somewhere else! Only time will tell won't it? So tell me my mistress. Is that what I’m supposed to call you. Or am I your whore for the weekend since you bought me?”

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"Whore," she said the word like the foulest cuss word. Her face farther from his as his hands on her shoulders firmly pushed her away. "To a woman that term is disgraceful as it means a woman is selling herself to the foulest type of man for money and gets no pleasure from the transaction. A manwhore on the other hand would undoubtedly be high praise, since you would be getting paid to enjoy yourself."

She paused, her eyes never leaving his, "However since you are not being paid, despite some underhanded dealings with Mrs. Digbee to keep you out of jail, and I presume you will get a great deal of pleasure from my company if you allow yourself. I would say you are most definetely not a whore."

Her mouth twisted in a half smile, "I'd like to think a weekend with someone like myself would be far better than any length of time incarcerated." She paused licking her lower lip provocatively. "Though if you'd like to get anally raped, that could be arranged." Her tone was serious and sultry. The elevator doors conveniently opening and she moved past him. "You can join me, or you can see if you can sneak pass Mrs. Digbee on your way out. You may not like the consequences, but you do have a choice."

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Bradley listened to her talking about whores and knew instantly she was not very happy that he used the term and especially linked her to the term. As he listened to her, he wanted to interrupt her and tell her he felt Mrs. Digbee was like a pimp who sold her men off to available women and he just happened to get caught up in her little scheme. But he thought better of interrupting her from the expression on her face. She had moved away from him in the elevator and he thought of how close she was to him for a moment, leaning against him as if wanting to kiss him. He could still smell her intoxicating perfume in the small elevator. No, he knew he was in deep trouble with Mrs. Digbee and this woman standing so close to him and having paid a large sum of money seemed only intent on having him for the weekend. For whatever pleasures she had in mind, he didn't know but he started to think it might be better than the alternative, prison.

Her words about having a great deal of pleasure from her company if he allowed himself caused him to look at her again. He took in the soft curves of her body and mentally undressed her, wondering what her naked body would fell like against his naked skin. Her words "if you allowed yourself," echoed in his brain as the elevator seemed to be slowing down. He looked at the board by the door and saw they were approaching the penthouse suite.

He saw the small twisted smile and her words about being with her better than being incarcerated just before her tongue darted out and licked seductively at her lower lip. He wanted to ask her what she meant about having him anally raped but she the doors opened and she walked out and then turned to him. She was standing in the open door looking at him and gave him the option of staying with her or trying to sneak past Mrs. Digbee. He knew he would have no trouble getting out of the hotel but instantly he saw the police hunting him down with a warrant for his arrest. He saw himself standing in a small dark dank prison cell and then he focused on the woman standing, waiting impatiently for him to decide.

He knew he didn't want to go to prison and then he consoled himself. "How bad can this weekend be?" He had never been in a position like this before and he was a bit nervous about giving himself to this woman to do with as she wished for the weekend. He heard the whirl of the motors and then the door started to shut. Moving quickly to the door, he put his hand between the sliding doors and held them back. He looked into her dark eyes and then said in a half whisper, "It looks like you have me to serve and please you for the long weekend." Stepping out of the elevator and into the penthouse he was awed by the grandeur of the room. Looking across the room he could see that they had a spectacular view of the city below them.

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"Good choice," Moira casually draped her purse on a chair and walked to the window. They were so high up that she could be as exhibitionistic as she wanted with no risk of being seen. "Are you hungry?" she didn't want his stomach to growl unexpectedly. As for the contract, well that could be dealt with later. For now she was continuing to test him, his boundaries, limits, and just how far she could stretch him.

Alcohol was a tool of women who didn't know how to deal with a fully aware male, and she wanted him fully aware. She put on some soft rhythmic music in the background and turned to look at him once again. He was well built, she could see why Mrs. Digbee had opted to blackmail him. She knew if she'd let the betting nitpick on she might have paid more, fresh meat so to speak always garnered a premimium. More for the novelty than any sort of innocence, but he didn't need to know that. After all he had asked no questions of her so far, and other than revealing a certain amount of discomfort in how he came to be here, he had told her nothing of himself.

Moira's body swayed gracefully to the music as she moved to the kitchenette. She poured herself a glass of apple juice and wanted for him to speak.

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Bradley surveyed the large living area while he watched the woman walk to the large windows overlooking the city. "No I'm not hungry," he replied. "Mrs. Digbee had a very nice spread of food at the hall and for whatever reason she suggested we should eat before the auction." Bradley had thought it odd that she would say that but now here in the penthouse suite he had a feeling things were about to turn more sexual in nature and it may be indeed a long tine before he would get to eat.

He watched closely as walked to the stereo and turned on some slow rhythmic music. He smiled as she began to sway gracefully to the sensuous sounds. He wondered again what would this night and this weekend bring. She seemed to ignore him as she moved sensuously across the floor to the kitchenette. He noticed her eying him and he thought, "in the elevator she started out pressing against him, then she seemed to get a bit angry with the talk about whores, and now her mood seemed to swing back to the sensual side.

He got the distinct feeling he was being ignored for the time being or was she testing him. Walking toward some sexually explicit paintings on the wall he looked at her swaying body taking in the nice firmness of her ass. "Hmmm I wonder what it would feel like to squeeze her ass as their naked bodies pressed hungrily together. Looking at the paintings, he noticed each one took on its own interpeteration of men and women in the throes of pleasure. Some paintings had two or three naked people in different sensual positions, all of them meant to spark sexual awareness and arousal.

On another wall were paintings of a different sexual nature of men and women submitting to their partners. One in particular caught his eye. A man was kneeling before a woman seated on a leather sofa. She was dressed in a red bustier that showed off her ample breasts, a red leather choker was around her neck, and her outfit was finished off with red nylons caressing her long legs. The man's hands were tied behind his back and he was kissing the inside of her thighs as her hands rested on his head seemingly guiding him. Bradley heard the refrigerator door close and looked to see Moira sipping a drink. He started to walk but turned abruptly back to the picture. His eyes were drawn back to the woman and then the recognizable figure in the painting hit him. The woman was Mrs. Digbee and he then realized that this suite belonged to her and Moira was using it for her pleasure. He wondered if this suite was given to the highest bidder.

He turned to look at Moira and saw he sitting on a stool at the kitchenette. She simply stared at him, looking him up and down, not saying a word. He got the impression that he was being surveyed again by her and she seemed to be content to just stare. Walking slowly toward her, he felt a bit uncomfortable since usually the women he dated would talk to him about mundane things as they got ready for sex. But this woman just sat there and it un-nerved him a little and he felt he needed to speak.

"I see that this is Mrs. Digbee's suite." Just a nod from the woman caused him to continue. "I assume you don't live here but elsewhere in the city. For me I live on the other side of the river in the high rise next to the tall bank building. That's were I have my investment company. Mrs. Digbee is my attorney and does all my legal work. She got me out of trouble with the tax collectors and now I have her to thank for this," he said sweeping his arm around the room. "But that is not why we are here, is it Moira? I can call you Moira can't I? Were not here to discuss the weather or stocks or investment counseling for you. We're here for you aren't we Moira. We're here because you want something from me."

He watched her face remain expressionless as he walked closer to her. He wondered if he was over stepping his bounds with this woman but he had to find out. Slowly he walked behind her stool and held her shoulders in his hands. He leaned over her shoulder, smelling the intoxicating perfume again as he whispered in her ear. "I'm right aren't I Moira? I'm here because as Mrs. Digbee put it so aptly, you have some special interests, or some special desires you want from me."

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"You make it sound so undignified," her voice was a soft purr. "I can break you, but I'd rather not. It's not my style, and while I may have very distinct tastes that I prefer to have accepted without question. In the past this has not been a problem, but occasionally a man becomes too enthralled with me." She had set down her drink, and moved towards him, licking her lower lip again.

"We find the auction once a month a suitable way to secure a pliable playmate. Many of the men return every month, and dealing with those that become attached, well," her voice trailed off and she glanced at the domineering photo of Mrs. Digbee, "we have lawyers to deal with that kind of thing."

She gracefully slipped her straps off her shoulders, "So shall I do this the easy way, or," her lips twisted in a smirk as if to imply either way would be equally pleasant for her, "The hard way."

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"I don't mean to sound harsh and not appreciative but this is new to me and I'm trying to figure out what the hell I got myself into," he replied watching her get up from the chair.

He felt a twinge of lust inside him when she pulled off the straps of her dress exposing the milky white skin of her shoulders. Bradley wondered what the rest of her would like without clothes as he listened to her question. "So shall I do this the easy way or the hard way."

He saw the smirk on her face that told him she didn't care which way because she was going to get her way no matter what. He wondered what ould happen if he resisted her advances but in a split second he felt it would be very uncomfortable.

Glancing down to her softly rising and falling breast with each breath as she waited, he knew that whatever lay in store for him would be for her pleasure. "I think I'll select the easy way for now," he said smiling.

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"You are to be ready, willing, and able." Her soft half smile spoke volumes, "There is a small matter of confidentiality, but I'm sure you are used to signing such things." One finger traced along the upper edge of her dress. "Neither Mrs. Digbee nor your beer buddies need to know exactly what went on this weekend." Her short neatly manicured nails moved up his arms to pull his head gently but persistently to hers.

She positioned herself to kiss him, pressing her soft curves to his body, "Resistance is futile," she whispered as if to say he'd be sealing his submission with a kiss.

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Bradley listened to her words "ready, willing, and able." but it was her next words that made his body stiffen. "I'm sure you are used to signing such things." He looked at her half smile and wondered silently why she wanted to keep their weekend private. "What is she planning for me?" he thought as he watched her fingers slide across the soft skin at the top of her dress. It was if she was tempting him, teasing him with her womanly charms hidden under the soft material.
He looked into her eyes to see if there was any hint of what she was planning and felt her fingernails moving up each arm t the back of his head. He wanted to resist but he remembered the elevator and didn't he already resign himself to her wishes. She pulled his head and though he started to resist when she pulled a second time telling him, "Resistance is futile." he felt her pulling his head down.

Something in his gut told him to run, run like the wind but another part of him was enthralled with the anticipation of what the weekend would hold for him. He watched her full rich lips getting closer, her eyes open and fixed on his face as her body slid seductively against him. Then her lips were mere inches away and he knew that the turning point had been reached. His arms encircled her waist pulling her against him as their lips met for the first time. He heard a soft moan escape her lips as his tongue slid along her lips, teasing her as their kiss lingered. His fingers found her rounded bottom, squeezing each globe which seemed to be made for his strong hands.

"This is a great way to start for whatever is going to happen this weekend,' he thought as he pushed himself against the soft curves of her body.

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Her fingers entangled in his hair once again, her lips parting for the kiss, letting it go from that first formal light kiss into some more worthy of lip lock. Her body molded against his, her hands eventually stroking down his back to slip around to the front and be in position to remove his jacket when they finally needed to breath.

The jacket pealed off easily, and she tossed it gently over a chair. She smiled again and walked to the table with a very simple document and a pen upon it. "I like to cover all my bases." Her voice was seductively soft, as she reached behind her and the zipper came sliding down like a promising whisper. Moira stepped out of the silken dress, revealing more pale perfect skin and lingerie that would make most hot blooded males, fall to their knees and beg.

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As the kiss lingered, gaining more passion with promises of more to follow, Bradley felt a surge of lust being ignited in his loins. He pushed his lips harder against hers reveling in the way her lips and body responded. His fingers continued squeezing her firm ass cheeks relishing in the way they molded to his fingers. He wanted more that was undeniable. Her body swayed against him, exciting his carnal senses. As his hands moved to her lower back she broke the kiss and then pulled away from him. The twinkle in her eyes was unmistakable as she slipped his coat off.

When she walked to the table Bradley saw the pen and paper and her words seemed to crush the intimate moment that had just taken place. He looked at her smiling face but he saw the expression that she meant business. He remembered her words earlier about wanting him to sign a confidentiality agreement. As he looked down at the document, blackmail thoughts crept into his head. He heard the soft sound of a zipper and looked up to see Moira peeling off her dress.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her body. The tight corset fit perfectly to her curves. The thin material at the top barely covered the tips of her breasts. The top part of her brown aureole was visible and he could tell her nipples were hard and pointy. His eyes glanced down the length of the sexy corset, seeing the buttons from top to bottom ending at the triangle between her thighs. He had an instant image of his fingers unbuttoning each one revealing more of her lush body to him. He felt a rush of energy and wanted to take her into his arms and peel off her corset until she was completely naked.

Bradley looked into her eyes and then saw her fingers on the table, gently pushing the paper toward him. He knew he should read it but he also knew she would have none of that nonsense. For a moment he thought again of bolting from the room, taking his chances on jail but then his eyes fell back to her body seemingly ready to be taken by him. Reluctantly he picked up the pen and scribbled his name on the bottom line. “I hope I don’t regret this,” he muttered as he turned to Moira.

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"Most people regret things they didn't do," Moira smiled running her fingers through her red hair as the pen moved swiftly and assuredly along the dotted line. Her fingers were equally swift and sure as she pulled his tie off, and unbuttoned his shirt. "Any health issues I should know of?" It was better to know now, then deal with an asthma attack, sciatica, or diabetic shock. Not that she'd ever pushed things too far, her eyes glanced up at Mrs. Digbee's picture. On the other hand she'd heard and seen far too many mishaps gone awry to take any chances.

"Allergies?" she smiled as she recalled a pet who had forgotten to mention an allergy to strawberries, now that had been a fun house call. Moira was one of the doctors in the group and she'd seen a lot of interesting things, as well as been around to monitor some more extreme sessions. She knew her way around a whip, and a scalpel, but cutting was her profession, not her pleasure.

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"No health issues that I know of. I work out three to four days a week at the gym and I got a great review on my last physical," he said as she quickly and very adeptly removed his tie then unbuttoned his shirt. He felt the cool air in the room hit his naked skin as she pulled the shirt from his trousers.

"No allergies either Moira," he whispered as he put his hands on her naked shoulders, slightly squeezing them. He looked at her red hair and then her full lips before glancing down to those buttons on her corset he had eyed moments ago. He waited for her to continue knowing she was running this party and he wondered what he signed and what would be in store for him as she looked into his eyes.

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"Now that the boring issues are out of the way, let's see what we have to work with," her fingers were soft and warm as she swiftly took care of his belt, undid his pants, and let the zipper slide down. The sound was electric, and her taut nipples peaked over the top of the corset. Her hand slide against his skin, feeling his desire and need.

She'd made no mention of birth control, and figured any STD's would have been brought up during health issues, as for the rest, well it was her choice to risk or not. "Nice, firm," her comments could have come across as clinical but her tone made them seem far more erotic. "The size and shape seems sufficient."

She tilted her face up, to look into his eyes as her hand caressed his cock, "It will be fun testing your limits," her voice a silky whisper as she pressed up against him. Encouraging him to kiss her again.

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Bradley stood with his hands still on her shoulders as she began her exploration. He looked down at the rigid nipples peeking over the corset and he wondered what they would taste like in his mouth. Images of his tongue flicking at the delicate nubs filled his mind as her soft hands slid against his skin until her fingers wrapped around his semi-erect cock. He wanted to lean over and kiss her inviting nipples, letting them rest between his lips before he nipped and nibbled on each delicious treat but instead he let out a small groan when her fingers moved along the length of his manhood as if measuring it for her pleasure. He could only smile when she commented that it was "nice, firm and the size and shape seems sufficient."

He had a lot of experience with women but it was as if this women looked on him as just another piece of meat to satisfy her wanton desires. The tone of her voice was filled with a hint of eroticism that promised more enjoyment was to come later on. "Do I measure up to your expectations so far Moria," he asked as her fingers squeezed his cock harder.

The her head tilted up toward his and he knew what she was looking for. And he wanted to taste her luscious lips again. He let another small moan as her hands busied themselves running along the length of his cock, massaging it, encouraging it to grow longer and harder. His hands moved from her shoulders to her long red hair. His fingers became entangled in her curls as he pulled her head toward him, capturing her lips with more passion and desire than the first kiss. His lips crushed against hers, his tongue slipping along hers, pressing a bit firmer until her lips opened and it slid inside. Then one hand encircled her neck, pulling her body against him as his fingers found one of the taut nipples, rubbing it between them and twisting it slightly to see and hear her reaction.

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"You have promise," her voice hinted and implied. How he got here was regretful, but now that he was here, well she planned to enjoy him. Moira doutbed he would return to the auction block, there was something special about him, something she couldn't quite identify, but was willing to spend the weekend uncovering.

She gasped with delight as he showed some initiative teasing her hardened nipples. It was one of her quirks, the more aroused she was, the rougher she enjoyed having her nipples played with, and right now she was pretty aroused. As every moment since she'd seen him she'd imagined him in her bed. Her nails casually traced about his neck as if to measure him up for a collar.

"Let's see if we can make you more comfortable," Moira made quick work of his pants and such, his shoes nearly magically slipping off. The slightly domestic gesture made entirely commanding as she pressed him up against the nearest wall, raising one leg to wrap around his thigh, pressing her body to his.

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He stepped out of his pants and shoes and was not too surprised when she pushed him against the wall. From the short time he knew her he had a feeling she could be very demanding. As his back hit the wall, he thought, "if this is the way the whole weekend is going to be, I'm glad I was at the auction."

His lips sought hers again and they met with growing hunger. One hand was still entangled in her red hair, grabbing a handful of the soft fibers and pulling her mouth against his with a more demanding request. His other hand moved up and down the soft fabric of her corset from her tight ass cheeks to her shoulder blades.

Bradley groaned into her mouth when her leg wrapped around his, trapping his swelling manhood between their bodies. His hips began to rotate slightly, letting her know that her sensual movements had caused the desired effect on his cock. His free hand found the taut nipple again and when he grabbed the tip, it seemed to have grown rock hard. Pinching it between his fingers, he twisted the taut nub harder, pulling on it before letting it go only to find it again. Rubbing the very tip of the nipple he again caught it between his fingertips and performed the little ritual all over again. He could tell he was having an effect on her the way her body pressed him harder against the wall seemingly trying to push him through it.

He enjoyed the feel of his nakedness sliding against the silky fabric of her corset but he wanted her naked too. Breaking the torrid kiss, he pushed her back slightly, wondering if she would resist but then he thought, "the hell with it." His fingers quickly moved to the top button and as he released it, he whispered, "And let's make you more comfortable Moira."

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Comfort was a good thing, and she smiled her leg gently hooked on his thigh as she leaned slightly back giving him space to undress her. She knew the corset smashed her breasts, and they were larger than one would think, and Moira liked it that way. Her pale perfect skin, marked by a few scattered freckles, glowed in the pale light.

She watched his face as the corst finally fell to the floor, revealing that she was a natural red hair, a soft dusting of fine red curly hairs exposed between her legs. The scent stronger now, as she pulled him against her again, feeling his cock find it's way to her pussy.