Auctioned Off

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Closed for Alice2015



“Are you sure you want to do this?”

A silver pen lay across the paper, waiting to be used. All it would take was a slight movement on her part; a quick flourish and it would be done. Could she really do it though? Could she really sign away her life this way?

The man seated across the table eyed her, taking in her doll-like features with a knowing look. He was aware what this would cost her, but it wasn’t his job to talk her out of it. Only to make sure she knew what she was getting into.

And she did know. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what she would be giving up. It was what she would get in return that was making this whole thing worth the cost.

One signature was all it would take to save her family from ruin. One signature and she could give them the life they had always dreamed of. No one would have to know what it was that she had done. If they had known they would have tried to stop her and she couldn’t let them do that. Someone needed to step up for the family and it was going to be her.

Reaching out she gripped the pen with trembling fingers. Resigned but frightened she pulled the contract towards her.

“Everything I asked for is in here, right?” Her melodic voice quivered as she looked at the man who nodded.

“Yes. Everything’s there.”

She bit her lip, the man’s gaze tracking the quirk, his eyes lingering on her cupid’s bow mouth longer than was professional. Blinking back the tears that burned behind her eyes, she pressed the tip of the pen against the page. A dot of blue ink swelling out from the metal point.

“You can still back out you know. Nobody will be the wiser.” The man, with his fingers steepled beneath his chin and his unwavering attention belied his blithe demeanor. He wouldn’t say it, but he wanted her to sign. If she didn’t he’d never get his pay day.

The air in the room was stifling, pressing in around her - a weight settling on her chest. Taking in a deep breath she fought the rising panic.

There was no backing out now.

Eyes pressed tightly shut she gripped the pen and moved it quickly across the page. When she opened her eyes her signature stared back at her, a bright blue flourish across the ivory paper. Her fate sealed.






He waited until the young woman left his office, leaving behind the faint scent of vanilla and jasmine, before picking up his phone.

“Tell him I just added another to tonight’s bidding.” He said, watching the door, still picturing the way the dress had clung to her curves. She was a delicious morsel, a petite thing that looked more like a porcelain doll than a real girl. “She’ll fetch the highest bid of the night, I have no doubt.” He added, wondering who would have the pleasure of breaking such a toy.

Hanging up he picked up the contract. Such a feminine signature with all those loops and swirls. He almost wished he could bid on her himself. If only it weren’t against the rules. He had half hoped she’d back out of signing, then he could have made her another offer. One that would have been beneficial for himself. But she had come into his office with her head high and resolve in those brilliant blue eyes.

Filing away the contract he sat back in his chair, spinning around to look out over the city spread out before him. Tomorrow night would prove to be quite interesting. He only hoped that she proved to be as valuable as he thought she’d be.







Upon leaving the opulent office on the fiftieth floor she was led to another room by the secretary - a steely woman with silvery hair pulled into a nonsense bun. With a stern frown on her wrinkled face the woman opened the door and ushered her inside without a word and closed the door swiftly behind her leaving the young woman all alone.

“My my my, you are a tasty treat aren’t you?” The disembodied voice sounded behind her. With a gasp she spun around, eyes wide to take in the man standing behind her with camera in hand. A flash blinded her as he snapped a photo.

“Yes, they are going to eat you up.” He smirked and gestured for her to step forward. She noticed the screen and lights set up, everything needed for a photo shoot. “We’ll make this quick sweetheart, I just need you to stand here and look gorgeous.” The man was old enough to be her father and yet his eyes raked over her body with the lustful intention of a much younger man.

He positioned her in front of the photo screen, taking a few moments to adjust her hair. He tugged at the straps of her sundress, pulling them down to show off her creamy shoulders. She resisted the urge to clutch at the fabric which now felt too loose around the soft swell of her breasts.

“Perfect. Simply perfect.” He stepped back, the flash going off quick as lightening as he moved around her, snapping photo after photo. She could barely follow him as he moved, her head swiveling, trying to keep track of his movements.

“Now, let’s lose this.” He stepped forward and had her dress down around her ankles before she could protest. Arms wrapped around herself she huddled, shyly, away from the camera. The man laughed, enjoying her embarrassment as he photographed her in bra and panties. Then, as quickly as it began it was over and he was pulling her dress back up - his hands lingering too long on her exposed flesh - and was ushering her out the door.






“Where have you been?” Her ears were assaulted by the crackling of a television turned too loud, the sound distorted and tinny. The speaker had to shout to be heard, prompting the overweight basset hound in the corner to strike up its mournful howl.

“Out.” She replied, shuffling across the trash-strewn floor. The carpet used to be white, now the pieces she could see had morphed to a dusty brown.

“Well I hope you made sure to pick up some food. We’re out. And beer, too.”

She ignored the voice, making her way down the hall to the open door of her bedroom. Nestled on the unmade bed, cocooned within a stack of pillows, lay her brother. The one and only reason she was doing this. His color was looking good, for once, and his breathing was even and steady. She allowed herself a small smile before settling down at the desk. The ancient computer whirred to life with a high-pitched whine.

He had said the profile would be up by the time she got home. She wanted to see if he was right. Typing in the address he’d given her then adding the access code, she scrolled through image after image of young women like herself. Worrying her bottom lip, her eyes scanned the pages. An alert flashed, a new sale was ready. Clicking the alert she was redirected to another page. Her own image staring back at her. They’d chosen an image of her looking over her bare shoulder (one snapped as she’d tried to keep the handsy photographer in sight). She had to admit, if she hadn’t known what was going on at that moment, if she were just a visitor to the site with no prior knowledge, the image would appear quite sensual.

Beneath the image was the listing of her sale:

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Emmaline
Age: 18
Virgin
Bidding starts at $5,000.

 

[Alice2015]

"Two grand," Pamela Greeley said softly, pushing a thick envelope across the table. The man sitting opposite her in hotel restaurant booth -- with Emmaline's contract still in his jacket's inside pocket -- slid a small envelope to Pam. She asked, "Good for this one auction only?"

"As always," he replied. He briefly peeked at the cash before stuffing it inside his other jacket pocket, then looked up to find Pam looking at the flash drive and business card, the latter of which had a password on it. He added, "And, as always, non-refundable."

He was politely stressing this fact because of Pam's history with the Agency. This would be her fourth attendance at the online auction. She'd been so nervous participating in the first that she'd spaced out on the procedure and failed to properly log in. Her second has resulted in a purchase that hadn't worked out for her, but -- since she hadn't partaken of her purchase's offerings -- she'd been able to exercise her right to a refund, minus the obligatory service charges, of course. And her last attempt had been a bust when not a single one of the offerings had met her requirements, this time resulting in a complaint that had nearly caused her to go elsewhere for her needs.

They exchanged their farewells without any small talk and went their separate ways. At home, Pam inserted the flash drive, which -- with what would have seemed a contradiction -- connected her to the heavily protected Dark Web via the City's poorly protected universal wifi system. It was, though, an untraceable connection that had worked without error or arrest for nearly a decade. Pam typed in the password, and seconds later entered a second password specific to her herself. After a few taps on the touch screen, she was filling out a questionnaire that would whittle down the offerings to her specific needs:

18-21.
Certified pure.
Blonde, natural or other.
Medium build.
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There were plenty of other questions Pam could have answered, but these four were the only ones that would affect her purchase. She hovered her finger over the enter key for a moment, reviewing her answers before tapping the button. In an instant, four images appeared. Pam's eyes set immediately upon Emmaline's image. The girl was stunning and dramatic, and after clicking on her image to open the rest of the pictures -- available only to the buyers -- Pam knew she would be bidding on just this one offering.

Pam indicated that she would be bidding on Emmaline, then sat through the auction of eight girls and two boys before a ping alerted her to the imminent auction. She tapped the screen to confirm her presence, logged in once more, then waited for the timer to count down to zero. The bid in the upper left jumped in the Current Increment amount of $5,000 and refreshed every 3 seconds until Pam was staring at a bid of $40,000. She'd expected this, so Pam had simply waited, hands in her lap.

Finally, there was enough of a gap between bids to activate the 15 second count down. With less than a handful of seconds left, the bid finally increased again. Ten seconds or so later it jumped again, then once more. Pam smiled a bit, knowing that the auction participants were questioning themselves. Another delayed bid, then another. She was tiring of this. Pam could have reached to the touch screen and tapped it, putting in her first bid of Current Bid plus Current Increment. Instead, Pam tapped at the numeric pad of her keyboard. The current bid number jumped to $100,000.

Fifteen seconds later, Pam owned the beautiful young thing whose images were still moving appearing on her screen in a slow slide show. Pam smiled, happy and pleased, and yet when she reached for the nearby glass filled with as-of-yet-untouched wine, her hand was trembling. Was it excitement? Fear? A combination therein? She'd just bought another human being. It wasn't just illegal, it was reprehensible. But for Pam, it was necessary. She had needs, wants, and desires in her life that couldn't be left to either a lover or an employee.

She rose from her desk, moving through the penthouse to her bedroom to change into something a little more comfortable...

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Turning this way and that before the three changing room style mirrors that occupied one corner of the huge boudoir, Pam admired her 44 year old figure that measured at a very smooth, very firm, very shapely 36C-24-34. Mother Nature had been very good to her. Money and a skilled staff at the spa had certainly helped over the years, which wasn't a secret to anyone who cared to pay attention. And confidentially, there was the relationship with the West Coast's best cosmetic restoration teams, which had helped her preserve the youthful look of her breasts, belly, buttocks, legs ... well, actually, just about every womanly feature men -- and even women -- liked to ogle.

A moment later, a ding in the other room drew Pam back to her phone. The text on a burner phone that she would toss out tomorrow simply said, Terrace Hotel, lounge, 4pm.

 

[ms_tiff]

Emmaline waited nervously in the lobby of the Terrace Hotel. She'd been instructed to arrive promptly at 3:45 and to wait near the fountain that dominated the center of the lobby. A box had arrived at her home shortly after the bidding had ended, the card attached instructing her to wear only the contents of the box to meet her new owner.

And so here she was, 3:45 on the dot and wearing a fawn colored trench coat that flared out over her narrow hips giving a dress like quality to the jacket. The belted trench had a soft feminine look and, to any passerby, Emmaline looked like any young woman waiting for her companion. Underneath the trench, however, was another story. Self-consciously tugging at the coat, Emmaline felt like everyone glancing her way could see that underneath she wore nothing more than a black lace corset and matching panties with a garter belt. Knee-high stockings and black heels completed her ensemble. It was the most ludicrous, most revealing thing she'd ever worn and it probably cost more than she made in a month of waiting tables.

One hundred thousand dollars. Her mind still could not wrap around the idea of such a sum. Even with the thirty percent cut that the agency made off her sale, the amount of money paid to Emmaline was more than her family had ever had. It would get her brother the help he needed and, God willing, get the two of them out of that house.

Glancing around the lobby, fidgeting with the jacket, Emmaline wondered who her owner may be. Her eyes moved over each man that walked through the door, appraising each one, wondering what he would demand of her. Emmaline knew when she had signed that contract that she'd be required to give of herself in ways she'd never given. She just hoped that whoever he was he would be gentle.

Each man that passed gave her an appreciative glance, gazes lingering too long on her stocking clad legs before moving up to take in the trench coat and its hemline that ended just above her knees. It was if they knew she was practically naked underneath.

Another glance at the clock above reception indicated that it was now four o'clock. Her owner was late. Emmaline wondered if she could leave, but knew if she did the money would be forfeit and she would owe an amount that she could never hope to pay in her lifetime.

Sighing, she tightened the belt of her coat, and cast another nervous glance at the lobby doors.

 

[Alice2015]

"Emmaline...?" When the young beauty turned to face her, Pamela asked politely, "Am I pronouncing that correctly?"

She offered her hand out and detected hesitation. Pam hadn't expected a great amount of glee from a person who'd just sold their body to a stranger, of course. But there was more there than just hesitation. There was confusion. She smiled, then chuckled.

"You weren't expecting a woman," she went on, a statement, not a question. She looked about the lobby for prying eyes, and while some of the men were ogling one or both of them, none seemed to be paying an inordinate amount of attention to them. She took Emmaline gently by the elbow in an intimate fashion typically reserved for old friends. She said as she turned Emmaline, "Let's get out of here. I have a room upstairs."

If Emmaline did or said nothing to stop her, Pamela would escort the young beauty to and into the express elevator and up to a suite she'd reserved on the 44th floor.

 

[ms_tiff]

It took a moment for Emmaline's mind to catch up with the situation. By the time it did she was already ensconced in the privacy of the elevator, the woman's hand resting intimately on her elbow.

In all the possibilities she had imagined for this moment not once did the idea of a woman purchasing her cross Emmaline's mind. And yet that was her reality.

Glancing at the woman beside her, Emmaline's mind whirled in a tornado of thoughts. The woman was beautiful, yes, but never in her wildest imagination had Emmaline ever pictured herself making love to another woman. The idea of a man was hard enough to wrap her head around; but a woman?

The silence in the elevator was deafening and Emmaline was fairly certain the beautiful woman beside her could hear the pounding of her heart. Rubbing sweating palms against the trench coat, Emmaline opened her mouth to say something, anything, to break the silence. Yet all that came out was a nervous squeak. Clearing her throat gently, she tried again.

"I've never done this before." She said, the soft tremor in her voice adding to her innocence. "I mean, obviously you know that." She shook her head. Stupid girl. Of course the woman knew. The word Virgin was emblazoned all over Emmaline's auction profile. "What I mean to say," she started again, fisting trembling hands in the coat's folds, "is that I've never even looked at a woman in that way. I hope," brilliant blue eyes stared down at the elevator floor, "I hope I don't disappoint you."

 

[Alice2015]

"I've never done this before."

Pamela looked into the girl's eyes for the first time since entering the elevator. She could see the innocent nervousness in them. It was ironic, she sometimes thought, that someone -- male or female -- would spend the kind of money she had on a sex servant with no experience or training. She would never hire a punk ass kid with an Associates Degree in Business to be CEO of her Fortune 500 corporation.

Emmaline continued, "I mean, obviously you know that."

"I know that," Pamela said with a soft, polite tone.

"What I mean to say ... is that I've never even looked at a woman in that way. I hope ... I hope I don't disappoint you."

"You won't disappoint me, Emmaline," Pamela said, still with the friendly, supportive tone, adding, "You will learn all you need to know in the days and weeks to come. All you need to know to keep me happy ... content..." Pamela looked into the girl's eyes again, adding softly, "Satisfied."

The elevator door opened, to reveal an elegant hallway with a single door to the left and another to the right. Pamela escorted the girl to the left, swiped a key card, and moved the two of them into a massive hotel suite that was actually the seasonal apartment of a wealthy business associate Pamela had slept with off and on over the years.

Once inside, Pamela led Emmaline to the middle of the elegant living area, turned her so they were facing one another, backed a step, then gestured an extended finger toward the trench coat and said softly, "Show me."

 

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"You will learn all you need to know in the days and weeks to come. All you need to know to keep me happy ... content...Satisfied."

The words sent a shiver down Emmaline's spine. Though spoken with the intention of reassuring the young woman, Pamela's words held an undertone of danger. Emmaline wondered, not for the first time, what she had gotten herself into.

Stepping off the elevator she followed her new mistress into the palatial suite, her eyes going wide as she looked around. It was nearly twice the size of her home and furnished with the most luxurious furniture she'd ever laid eyes on. Though, when someone was willing to spend a hundred thousand on a person, Emmaline supposed they wouldn't think twice about how much a room such as this must cost.

"Show me." The voice was soft yet commanding, pulling Emmaline back to the present. Heart thudding against her breast, she glanced down at the trench coat. Trembling, her fingers barely able to grip the belt, she undid the tie and, with eyes downcast, allowed the coat to slide down her arms into a pool around her feet. She didn't dare look up, she didn't want to see the look in her mistress's eyes. Would she be disappointed in her purchase? Or was Emmaline what she had hoped she'd be? The young woman struggled to keep her breathing even and her heart inside her chest as the silence built around her.

 

[Alice2015]

With the trench coat now on the carpet, Pamela got her first live look at the young beauty she'd spent so much money for. The outfit...

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... looked incredible, but as any woman knew, the lingerie was only as sexy as the woman wearing it. And Emmaline...

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...was the true definition of sexy.

Pamela moved closer, turning a bit to the left to walk every so slowly around her purchase to check out every feature. She passed entirely around Emmaline and was just moving behind her again when she reached a hand out and touched the flesh of the young woman's buttock with her finger tips. Emmaline's skin was cool, and in an instant her body erupted in goose bumps. Pamela smiled as she continued moving slowly, tracing her fingers along the curve of the lacy garment over one ass cheek, then over the other.

Back in front of the teen again, Pamela studied her face for a long moment, then reached that same hand up again to trace along the delicious curves of Emmaline's breasts for a long moment. Then, in a soft voice, she said, "Show me them."

 

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Goosebumps rose on Emmaline's flesh as the woman circled her, eyes surveying and appraising the smooth, youthful flesh. The feel of a fingertip on her backside gave Emmaline a start and she bit her lip to keep back a squeak of surprise. Fingers trailed over her skin, sending shivers down the young woman's spine.

She felt exposed and vulnerable standing there in nothing more than a few bits of fabric. Emmaline had bathing suits that covered more than the lacy underwear currently adorning her body. Despite the unusual circumstance, Emmaline could feel her body responding to the woman's touch in a way that it had never done before. Nipples hardened and strained against the lace of the corset, her breathing hitched and heart fluttered as a knot twisted at her stomach.

With eyes focused on the floor, Emmaline watched as the woman's shoes - no doubt from the collection of some expensive designer - came into view. Cautiously she lifted her gaze to meet her mistress's eyes as the older woman caressed the curve of her breasts. The lust in her eyes was clear as she met Emmaline's gaze.

"Show me them." Her words were a command, pure and simple. There was no please. They were not a question. This woman owned Emmaline and what she wanted was for her property to obey.

With trembling hands, Emmaline undid the corset's stays - a feat that provide nearly impossible with her shaking fingers. As the corset fell to the floor, Emmaline's skin flushed an innocent pink as her breasts bobbed with each anxious breath. Cool air teased her sensitive nipples, making them ache as they became pebble hard, the dark pink buds standing out against the creamy flesh.

"Do I please you?" She asked, her voice not much more than a whisper as she stood bared to her mistress's gaze.

 

[Alice2015]

Pamela didn't hesitate to reach a hand up to cup one of Emmaline's young firm breasts. She groped it gently, playing the soft flesh of her thumb over the nipple before sliding the thumb down to caress the underside of the breast where it met her flat belly. She repeated with the other breast, almost identically, then said only, "Yes."

Did Emmaline detect the lack of lust in her mistress's face. Pamela's touching of her bosom had been more inspection than sexual groping. Pamela had paid a great deal of money for the girl. She only wanted to know that what she'd bought was the best.

Pamela took one of her property's hands and led her to the bed, turning her back to it. Without feeling she needed to explain what she was doing, Pamela pulled her own dress up above her knees, then dropped to those knees. With her face now level with the small triangular patch of cloth at the junction of Emmaline's thighs, she reached to one stocking and began rolling it down the girl's leg.

"Lift, please," Pamela said softly when it was time for the teen to step out. Pamela tossed the stocking aside, then repeated the same with the other leg, leaving Emmaline standing before her in just the little thong. Looking up into her sex servant's eyes, Pamela explained, "I'm going to teach you how to please me with your mouth. You will likely enjoy this, which is, of course, allowed. But, you will also pay close attention to everything I do, because what I do to you is not done specifically for your pleasure now. It is done so you know how to pleasure me in the future. Do you understand?"

Pamela waited for Emmaline's response, then told her with that same steady, calm, but expectant tone, "Remove your panties, lay back on the bed, and part your thighs."

 

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Emmaline tried to calm herself as her mistress groped each breast. Her hands cupping each breast as if they were plums one were selecting to purchase; her thumbs easing over the nipples which already strained towards her touch. There was something so clinical about the way she appraised Emmaline's body - her face expressionless and gaze stoic.

Even her answer was a statement: Yes. Nothing more. Nothing to indicate what she found pleasing or enticing about Emmaline's body.

For the millionth time in the past minutes Emmaline second guessed her decision to sign that contract. If it weren't for the fact that she would have to pay back her purchase price plus interest, Emmaline would have run. In that moment all she could think about was escaping this woman with her emotionless stare and calculating touch. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she could not bring herself to utter them aloud. She had to remember her purpose, her reason for signing away her body. If not for Emmaline's sacrifice, whatever it was to entail, her brother would not survive.

With that thought in mind, Emmaline allowed her mistress to lead her to the edge of the bed - turning her around so that the backs of Emmaline's legs brushed against the luxurious bedspread. Transfixed, she watched as the woman knelt before her, dress pulled up high over shapely thighs. Emmaline didn't believe it possible, but, as the other woman reached towards her - silken fingertips running along the inside of Emmaline's thighs - to unhook the stockings from the garter belt, her skin flushed even further. Never before had she been touched in such a way. Even her own hand had never ventured into such territory.

"Lift, please." Emmaline obeyed the command, lifting one foot and then the other out of their stockings. Despite the situation there was an intimacy to the moment, of having another woman undress her, that sent jolts through Emmaline's body. The electricity nestled between her thighs as the older woman sat back, looking up at Emmaline with that unflinching stare.

"I'm going to teach you how to please me with your mouth. You will likely enjoy this, which is, of course, allowed. But, you will also pay close attention to everything I do, because what I do to you is not done specifically for your pleasure now. It is done so you know how to pleasure me in the future. Do you understand?"

Her words stole Emmaline's breath. So this was it. This was the moment for which she had been purchased. Her mistress was watching her, awaiting an answer. Unable to speak, Emmaline nodded slowly as her naively innocent mind whirled with thoughts of what was about to happen. The command to remove her panties followed her nod of acquiesce.

Biting her lower lip Emmaline hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her lace panties. Taking in a deep, steadying breath, she lowered them slowly, revealing the small, neatly trimmed patch of hair between her thighs. The honey blonde curls had been carefully manicured to a neat triangle, the tip of which pointing towards her sex. Sitting down on the bed, Emmaline scooted backwards, her eyes trained on the bedspread, until she sat propped against the leather upholstered headboard. Face flaming she parted her legs, surprised to find herself wet. The pale pink lips of her sex glistened in the soft light of the room, her arousal on full display to her mistress.

 

[Alice2015]

As Emmaline shed her panties, Pamela returned to her feet and studied the girl's nervousness. Ironically, the teen's hesitance was desired by her mistress. Pamela's last purchase had been too bold and head strong, causing Pamela to invoke her return option. She wasn't looking for an equal in the bed: she was looking for a servant.

Once Emmaline was sitting, Pamela turned away and entered the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, she emerged in a semi-sheer night gown...

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With no panties or bra, her still-firm B cups and baby smooth pussy were, essentially, on full display. Pamela approached the bed, finding Emmaline sitting back against the headboard. She ogled the teen's pussy, on display as directed. It wasn't sopping wet or anything like that, but the pink folds showing slightly between the darker ones still glistened under the overhead lights.

"Here, please," Pamela said, leaning to pat the edge of the mattress where Emmaline had first mounted the bed. Waiting for the teen to move back near her, legs hanging over the mattress, Pamela untied her negligee and let it fall to the carpet. She retrieved a pillow from the head of the bed, dropped it to the floor near Emmaline's feet, and knelt. She instructed, "Weight on your hands behind you. You should be comfortable, but you should also be able to see what I'm doing. Remember! You must learn how to do this."

Once Emmaline was in place, Pamela slid her left hand and arm under the teen's right leg, reaching around until she was grasping the upper curves of the sex slave's firm ass. She did the same with the right hand and left leg, the action opening Emmaline's pussy further. Without hesitating, she lowered her mouth to Emmaline's pussy, kissing it softly at first, then wetting her lips to let them more easily move over the girl's lips, then pressing the fat of her tongue between Emmaline's labia, directly upon never before touched clitoris.

Grasping Emmaline's buttocks tighter to keep her in place should she squirm or writhe about, Pamela began working the tip of her tongue firmly up and down with a very consistent speed and pressure. She peeked up to the girl's face to ensure she was watching, then hesitated to tell her, "Steady, firm ... consistent. No games. No teasing. No starting and stopping to talk dirty to me. Steady speed, firm pressure ... and you'll make me very happy."

Then, Pamela continued. And while her initial intent hadn't been to produce an orgasm within her slave, the mistress decided that if ecstasy appeared possible, she would continue to that point simply to show the teen what the end all goal looked like. And felt like!

 

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Scooting once more to the edge of the bed, Emmaline waited for her mistress to issue her next command. When the woman had walked out, her body fully displayed beneath the sheer robe, Emmaline couldn't help but stare. She was stunning. Having never looked at a woman in a sexual way, the young woman found herself studying her mistress and appreciating the fine curves of her body. Emmaline's skin was flushed as her eyes dipped down to the smooth pussy, wondering if her mistress was pleased with the smattering of curls between Emmaline's legs or if the woman wished her to be smooth as well.

"Weight on your hands behind you. You should be comfortable, but you should also be able to see what I'm doing. Remember! You must learn how to do this."

"Yes, Mistress." Emmaline's voice trembled, but she obeyed without hesitation. Propped up as she was on her hands, her legs hanging over the edge of the bed and spread slightly, Emmaline had a clear view of her own sex and the woman kneeling in front of her.

Her breath caught as her mistress's hands slid up under her legs to grip the young woman's ass, the action causing Emmaline's legs to part further. She watched, transfixed as the older woman moved closer, no hesitation in her actions, to kiss Emmaline's prone sex. She gasped, the sensation of someone kissing her there completely overwhelming. With wide, innocent eyes she watched as her mistress pressed her tongue against the sensitive clit. Slim fingers curled into the bedspread, gripping tight as new sensations flooded her virginal body. A soft, delicate moan fell from the slave's lips as she felt the steady pressure of the tongue against her clit.

"Steady, firm ... consistent. No games. No teasing. No starting and stopping to talk dirty to me. Steady speed, firm pressure ... and you'll make me very happy."

"Ye...yes...Mistress." Emmaline could barely speak for the bliss that flowed over her, capturing her every sense. She struggled to keep her eyes open, to watch as the woman worked her sex. All she wanted was to throw her head back and drink in the feeling of someone pleasuring her in such a way. But she knew that she had to obey. Her mistress was not one to be disobeyed - even in the short moments that Emmaline had known her she knew this to be true. As the woman once more turned her attention to Emmaline's glistening sex, the young woman watched, committing every touch, every lick to memory in hopes of pleasing her mistress as much as she was being pleased.

Thick lashes fluttered as the euphoria built inside her. Her stomach twisted and knotted in ways that sent jolts of electricity coursing through her young, supple body to nestle in her virgin sex. Her moans were no longer soft nor delicate as she fought the urge to beg and plead for more. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the bedspread tighter, feeling the need building and building in her very core. Having never experienced an orgasm before, Emmaline was ill prepared for the wave that threatened to crash over her at any moment.

 

[Alice2015]

The pleasure building within Emmaline was all too obvious. As she worked the teen's clit with a skilled tongue, Pamela peeked up past the small, trimmed triangle of curls to see the girl struggling to obey her instructions to watch. Pamela reached one of her hands around to the future sex servant's clit, working it with a similar touch to ensure no disruption in the pleasure. She told the girl, "Lay back. You've seen enough. Lay back, and just enjoy it."

Pamela returned her tongue to Emmaline's sensitive nub. She listened and watched the girl as she laid back on the mattress ... as she writhed beneath her Mistress's mouth ... as her knees widened and her heels wrapped up around behind Pamela's shoulders ... as her back arched and her belly and young firm breasts rose ... as her moans became cries ... as she finally exploded in ecstasy.

The woman on her knees continued to work the younger woman's clit, wanting to extend the climax as long as possible while also knowing that, if Emmaline was like Pamela herself, there would come a point when the euphoria of orgasm would be threatened by an overwhelming ticklishness that would ruin the moment. She watched the teen closely for any sign of such an after effect, delighted that she'd been able to drive her sex servant to such pleasure their first time together.

 

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"Lay back, and just enjoy it." The words were barely past her mistress's lips before Emmaline's arms gave out and she fell back onto the sumptuous bed. The plush duvet wrapping around her as her eyes fluttered close. Slim legs moved of their own accord, parting wider and wrapping themselves around the older woman's shoulders, opening Emmaline to the advances of a skilled tongue.

Words were beyond her as she reveled in the feel of a tongue pressing against and teasing the delicate nub. Tremors wracked her young body as the tongue continued its erotic torture. Heart pounding wildly beneath her breast, Emmaline's back arched as her mistress teased her clit, her hips rocking forward to meet each sensual lick.

Soft mewls of pleasure turned to cries of passion that echoed throughout the suite as Emmaline's body surged with pleasure. Her body moved on instinct as she reached for her breasts, her fingers splaying across smooth skin as she began to knead and fondle the soft rounds of flesh.

She cried out as the pleasure reached its peak and her body shook with the intensity of her first orgasm. And still, despite the shaking of her body and the juices flowing freely from her pussy, still her mistress licked and pleasured. Clit tender from the newfound attention, each stroke of her mistress's tongue was like a fire burning across her flesh.

"I...I can't...no more." She pleaded as the pleasure became more than she thought she could bear. Still basking in the glow of an orgasm, Emmaline could feel the shame creeping over her at finding pleasure in such a situation.