Posts Tagged ‘The Slut Chronicles’
She stood nervously by the door, feeling like a deer in the headlights and wondering where he was. She’d thought the idea of attending a slave auction with her friend sounded like a great idea. He’d asked her to come because he was single, but had to bring a “slave” to be eligible to bid on anyone else.
She was doing him a favor, but she realized she hadn’t thought through the part where she went up for auction and someone bought her and then did god knows what….
“I want you to find someone and get him to go into the men’s bathroom with you.” He said in that sweet, smoky southern drawl she never could resist. “When you get there, I want you to suck his cock and swallow his come.”
She handed her coat to her dear friend at the door and wandered into the living room. She was pleased to see several friends she hadn’t spent much time with recently. She’d nearly decided not to come tonight; she just wasn’t in the mood to socialize and make small talk. But Ann had prodded her to get out of the house with a rather enigmatic promise it would be worth the trouble.
He watched from across the lobby as she sat nervously in her chair, fidgeting. As she crossed and uncrossed her legs, he caught a glimpse of bare flesh and satin garters which held up thigh high stockings.
She was still breathless and completely off kilter from the orgasm she had just moments before boarding the plane. She’d followed the man who’d just had his face between her legs onto the plane, but each had to go their separate ways, he in first class and she in coach.
