The Christmas Coed Auction Ch. 4

[Mr. Smith]

Belinda Craig’s POV

Darwin attached a leash to my collar and led me off with my hands cuffed behind my back as the auctioneer started his cattle rattle, seeking bids for Kelsey. The raucous crowd loudly roared its approval for the high quality of the fresh meat up for sale. Darwin pulled me around the front of the stage, through a door, and down a hallway where I spied Charlene on her knees in front of a wrangler positioning himself on a bench outside a door we were fast approaching. It was clear that the wrangler, undoing his belt, was about to receive a slave tip from Charlene. Lucky guy, rumor had it that slut had lots of practice.

When we arrived at the open door to the breakroom, I put on the brakes when I glimpsed Taylor bent over a breeding bench getting spit-roasted along with two other bigs from my sorority. One looked like it could be Isabella. A group of men composed of Big D wranglers and VIPs formed, impatiently waiting their turn, reminding me of a video I saw on National Geographic of sharks circling during a feeding frenzy.

In the weeks leading up to the auction, Taylor and several of the upperclassmen couldn’t stop talking about getting bred. How much fun they had being at the center of attention during that sexual frenzy. How they found a sort of erotic serenity bent over the breeding bench pretending they’d been sold for three years. Slave girls didn’t have papers due, labs or finals to study for. All the pressures of school melted away like magic as their slave heat ignited. Then there were the orgasms, lots of them for those lucky girls selected, leaving them cock drunk afterwards. Listening to those girls relive their experiences I concluded that it took a special kind of woman to enjoy that kind of treatment, and I wasn’t one of them.

Inner peace my ass. I had a research paper due on Monday in psychology stressing me which still needed lots of work to get my A. Professor Atkins was known as one of the harder graders at SMU, so I had my work cut out for me.

Seeing it in person for the first time I gasped in surprise while my pussy throbbed needily, my slave heat igniting once more. I’d heard all the stories, but now it was happening right before my very eyes. Oh man, I suddenly needed some of that but would never admit it. Not even sure why I longed to be on that bench, but I did. That would be so out of character for me. What would people think?

Darwin chuckled knowingly, before asking in a tone that implied, he already had the answer to his question, “Debutante, have you ever given a blowjob to completion letting a man splooge in your mouth?”

The shocked expression on my gagged face gave me away. I had NEVER, EVER let a man climax in my mouth. Before joining the sorority, the mere thought of it was revolting. I’d given a few hand jobs, and this fall let a guy titty fuck me but that was a disaster when he came everywhere, and I mean everywhere, getting that stuff on my face, breasts, neck, and in my hair. Yuck! I couldn’t get it out of my hair, and I’m sure that everyone who saw me afterwards that night knew I had cummy hair. I even made men wear condoms the few times I have sexual intercourse, even if I’m on the pill, not wanting them to leave a mess behind. I’ve heard those embarrassing stories about untimely leakage. In high school my fellow cheerleader and the school slut Mary Anne Simpson always seemed to have that problem.

Yesterday, while Mama gave me and my friends her pep talk, she warned us to be prepared to slave tip the wranglers. Reminding us to save the man’s semen so that we could proudly display it on our tongues. This misogynist ritual wasn’t something new. We’d all been told this countless times before, but it suddenly became real the day before our auction, when we might actually perform this repugnant rite of passage. My fellow pledges Kelsey and Ashley started freaking out a little.

Kelsey’s eyes got big, asking, “What does it taste like?”

Ashley had a panicky expression, squeaking, “I hear it tastes bad!”

I kept my mouth shut; there was no way I was asking my mother what semen tasted like in front of my friends. Sumi also kept to herself, a guilty smirk plastered on her pretty face, confirming she already knew the answer. She had a reputation for getting around, although nothing like that slut Charlene. Or was she just more discreet?

Mom laughed kindly, before saying, “Actually it’s bland, a little salty, varying between tarty and slightly sweet. The taste of semen, like many other things, like avocados, blue cheese, and wine, is an acquired taste.” With her eyes twinkling mischievously, Mama giggled, “I acquired it Freshman year in college, and I expect all of you will too.”

Mama’s pronouncement shocked me. I had never expected to enjoy the taste of pussy but that night with Taylor proved me wrong. I found myself torn as my vagina throbbed at the thought; I mean, I do like salty foods. Then Mama floored me.

“There’s a reason I feed my husband lots of pineapple and fresh fruit. It makes it a little sweeter, tastier. He thinks I’m trying to get him to eat healthily. If he only knew,” tittered Mama, waggling her eyebrows playfully. “I like waking him up with a good morning blowjob to completion. It puts both of us in a good mood for the day.”

Shocked, I exclaimed, “TMI Mama, TMI, stop it! You’re embarrassing me.”

“Oh honey, it’s just good healthy fun,” Mama replied, grinning like a Cheshire cat with her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Blushing, Ashley blurted out, “It’s disgusting letting some strange man cum in your mouth and then displaying his semen on your tongue. It’s degrading. I’m better than that!”

Turning serious, Mama replied, “It’s not degrading unless you view it that way. Tomorrow at the Big D Slave Market, you’re no longer a prom queen, athlete, debutante, college student, or prim and proper young lady. All of you will transform into horny Sandy Foot Girls, beautiful sluts willing to perform all sorts of kinky sex acts. I swear, there’s something in the air in that place. Your slave heat will ignite, and you will do things you previously wouldn’t have considered possible. Trust me, you’ll find you like it, no, love it. I did, it freed me to do all those fun hedonistic things good girls weren’t supposed to do, … or enjoy. All of you will have multiple orgasms of epic proportions. Just let it happen; it’s a voyage of sexual self-discovery. I mean, how many boys your age think going down on a girl is disgusting and beneath them? But we all know how good it feels when done right. Don’t we?”

Sumi quipped, “Damn right we do!”

The rest of us just sat there, not saying anything. I must admit I was becoming aroused listening to Mama. There was no way I would admit it, but my nipples were erect, and my pussy was throbbing out of control, beginning to leak a little. A sudden urge to diddle myself while fantasizing about what the Daddy Master of my daydreams would make me do over Christmas break briefly consumed me. Glancing around, I noticed my friend’s flushed faces, erect nipples sticking out of their tops, and faraway looks on their flushed faces. The taint of our arousal was in the air as we all giggled nervously. Even Mama’s high beams were on.

Mama’s eyes lit up with excitement, lightheartedly replying, “What? I love giving head, especially deep throating. I get extremely turned on when I please my man with my mouth.” Mama paused, playfully waggling her eyebrows before continuing, “You girls want to know what the secret to giving a good blow job is? The secret sauce, so to speak.”

Mama’s pun was not lost upon my giggling friends. She had their attention now; they were on the edge of their seats waiting for her answer. Even Sumi was following her intently. I had to admit to myself that my curiosity was piqued, just a little, no, more than a little.

Mama playfully wiggled her eyebrows again, giggling a little like a naughty schoolgirl before continuing, “To me, what makes a blow job special is the passion you put into sucking cock. Enthusiasm is, absolutely, the number one thing that makes any regular sex great. With oral sex, it's no different. Men love it when you show them how much fun you are having playing with their cocks. Looking up at them with your best goo goo eyes while going on and on about how big and hard they are. The variety of moves you use from kissing the helmet, licking up and down the shaft, or licking around the head with your tongue like it’s a delicious ice cream cone.”

Big-eyed Ashley worriedly squeaked, “But what if we gag or choke on it? I’ve heard the stories.”

Sounding experienced Kelsey piled on, “Men are pigs. Grabbing you by the back of the head and pulling you down, expecting you to swallow the whole thing down your throat.”

Sumi snickered knowingly, “The average penis is only 5.3 inches long. That’s easily manageable. For every guy with 7 or 8 inches, there are more guys with 3- or 4-inch dicklettes. Do the math. Statistically speaking, the number of men with 7- or 8-inch cocks is quite small.”

Of course, the math major had done the math, I mean, statistical research. I can manage this, but I’d get stuck with one of the big ones with my luck. How bad could that be, I wondered as Mama continued?

Mama smiled kindly, “Honey, men like to hear women gag on their cocks. It strokes their egos, especially if they have a small penis. A strategically timed fake choke or gag is a wonderful thing. It makes them think their little dicklette is big enough to make a girl gag when it isn’t. Men with large cocks expect a woman to gag, pull back scared, and be reluctant to try again. The key is enthusiastically trying again. Do it with gusto. If you are really into it, you need to show it, keep at it because you're just that into it, it's hot and feels amazing for both of you.”

Forgetting her innocent act, Suni sounded like a wise older sister, adding, “If your hands are free, play with yourself with one hand. Make yourself cum. Men love watching a woman climax while sucking on their tool. There’s just something so naughty, kinky when I climax with a hard cock in my mouth. I love it, and so does he.”

“I can attest to that!” exclaimed Mama full of zestful enthusiasm. “Some of my best climaxes happened while sucking on a hard cock.”

“I know, me too,” tittered Sumi, her eyes twinkling mischievously while nodding in agreement cementing her credentials as a bona fide slut right along with my mother.

Mama quipped, “Remember, you only have to deep throat it for two to three seconds to make him happy. It sounds like someone’s had more practice than the rest of you. By the end of the year, all of you will be experienced fellatrixes.”

Sumi blushed, realizing that the cat was out of the bag, she giggled, “Just suck it up. It can be fun with the right guy. Most guys won't push down on your head if they like what you are doing.”

Mama continued, “That’s right, but there are always some assholes that just like to show you they are in charge. Don’t let them get to you. Stay enthusiastic, relax your throat, swallow, and eagerly go down on them before they push you down. If they hold you down, keep swallowing. Once you show them their cock is the most important thing in the world to you, they’ll back off. Any questions?”

We all shook our heads no although I suspected that two to three seconds with a big cock rammed down my throat would feel like a lifetime. Gasping in surprise I realized I had my hand inside my panties massaging my slick labia as my pussy throbbed needily. How did my hand get down there? Trying not to be obvious, I glanced around using my peripheral vision, I noticed I wasn’t alone. Sumi made eye contact with me, smirking while we noted Kelsey and Ashley were oblivious.

Grinning playfully at our aroused state, Mama continued her lecture, “Let’s move on to the breeding bench.”

Panicking once more, Ashley almost shrieked, “I can’t do that. I hear those poor girls are raw and bleeding after too many guys. They are unable to even walk afterwards.”

Sumi quipped, “They’re more likely unable to walk because they’re cock drunk.”

Mama quickly interjected, “Sumi’s right, Ashley honey. Who told you that horrible story?”

“Sherry, that fat nerd TA in my art history class,” gushed Ashley.

Mama turned serious, “The TA lied, she’s trying to scare you. They use lots of lube and limit your time on the bench. Think about it logically, you are too valuable a commodity to be abused that way.”

Ashley nodded her understanding before shyly asking, “What’s cock drunk?”

Mama’s eyes lit up, smiling warmly she continued, “Cock drunk happens to a girl after climaxing again and again during sex with a man. You enter a kind of incoherent lustful and wanton state, an overwhelming feeling of euphoria and sometimes a floating sensation between climaxes.”

Sumi added, “Kristin told me that when she was bent over the breeding bench. She came so many times that afterwards her legs were weak, she couldn’t think straight or even stand up without help. She didn’t completely come out of it until they burned the Big D logo into her ass. She paused giggling, “Now that’s cock drunk.”

Smiling mischievously, Mama waggled her eyebrows again as I thought, "Oh no, here she goes again. How awful could this story be?”

“I can get cock drunk bad after like 20 minutes of good sex, I start feeling loopy and dazed. My husband knows it; he has great stamina. I remember just last week he was railing me with his big cock so good on my back giving me multiple orgasms, I opened my eyes, saw my white ceiling, and thought I was going to heaven. I know, I know it's weird. Usually, I have to stay in bed for 5-10 minutes to regain my composure, or I'll fall when I get out of bed,” Mama earnestly explained.

“But that’s different,” accused Ashley.

Mama nodded in agreement, replying, “In my ponygirl days I was bred regularly and loved getting bent over that breeding bench falling into a deep slave haze as all my real-world worries simply vanished. All that mattered was the pure pleasure from the sex. It’s so decadent. The only bad part was some guys didn’t last long enough which can make it hard to climax, never getting into a rhythm or receiving a reach around.”

Sumi gleefully added, “A month ago I was screwing this incredibly cute senior who knew what he was doing. I mean he really knew how to fuck. His roommate with a friend barged in on us. I think they planned it. Anyway, they were both super-hot, asked to join in, and I’d always wanted to try a train. Before the second guy was done, I was so cock drunk. When the third finished I was so well fucked I fell onto the couch trying to walk to the bathroom.”

“You’re such a slut. How could you?” I teasingly accused her, making me sound a little jealous.

Sumi grinned, waggling her eyebrows like Mama, and threw it back at me, “I know. Then I went back for more, their hands were everywhere. Three pairs of them, and I was the center of attention. Pure decadent bliss.”

Kelsey excitedly squealed, getting into the spirit, screaming, “I hope I get bent over the breeding bench.”

“Me too,” gushed Ashley, with a faraway look in her eyes.

Now I did too. I’d also heard the stories about all those orgasms from Taylor and the other girls. But there was no way I would ever admit it. I was still a good girl after all, even with everything Mama had said. And even now, as I was standing outside the break room where three of my sorority sisters were happily bent over the breeding bench getting fucked senseless. By the sound of their moaning and squeals of pleasure all three were quite cock drunk, having the time of their lives. Not a care in the world as they chased their next slave-gasm. I glimpsed my big sister Katrin and Amy waiting in the wings for their turn.

Darwin looked at me expectantly, giving me a big smile while reaching his hands towards my boobies when I shook my head no, I’d never let a guy cum in my mouth. I moaned as he located my stiff, sensitive nipples still coated with sand and lightly rubbed his thumbs across them, making every nerve ending react, sending millions of tingling sensations throughout my body. My slave heat surged, burning away my inhibitions.

Leering at me, he snickered, “Thought so. Well, I’ll get to be the first then. I figure you owe me for finding that footage of you doing that Texas Dip at that debutante ball. That and your grand entrance doubled your hammer price.”

He had a valid point. With my entire body hyper-stimulated with sexual desire, I licked my lips, suddenly curious about slave tipping Master Darwin after everything Mama had said about it. I’d watched plenty of girls doing it today, but I wasn’t chosen. I had mixed feelings about that, bouncing between relief and jealousy from missing out.

What would it be like? Mama had described the sense of control she felt when she had a man’s penis in her mouth. To say I was skeptical was an understatement after regularly witnessing worried slave girls routinely gagging on cocks while being face-fucked today and then nonchalantly discarded afterwards. I needed to relax, swallow and most importantly, suck his penis with gusto just like an enthusiastic pleasure slut. I was ready to give it my best college try as my pussy throbbed out of control. I sure was horny enough.

Master Darwin undid his belt, pulled his pants down to his ankles, and plopped down on the bench with his knees spread wide open, giving me access. His knee hit the other guy’s knee sitting next to him, who didn’t seem to mind, too busy enjoying Charlene blowing him. Darwin had a dad bod; sitting down made his gut bigger, making it an obstacle of sorts.

I thought I could do this until confronted with the biggest cock I’d ever encountered in my young life, and it hung there more flaccid than erect. Every penis I’ve ever seen before was rock hard and standing tall, so this was a new experience for me. Something about this sleeping giant was striking and demanded respect as I stared at in awe.

The shaft was meaty with large veins protruding along the length, and a big mushroom head hanging down like a juicy reddish black plum at the end, so that’s where I started. I’d watched all the required training videos at the sorority, and in every single one, the fellatrix always began with the head when she couldn’t use her hands. Oh Lordy, I hoped he was a shower and not a grower. That thing was big enough already.

Even freaked out by the size, I knew what I needed to do. With butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach I leaned forward looking up adoringly at Master Darwin giving his penis a light kiss, quickly followed by another and then I ran my tongue around the head retching a little as I froze. The first thing that hit me was the rancid smell that resembled a mixture of stale pussy and cum quickly followed by the taste. Realization hit me; he’d fucked a slave girl earlier today and hadn’t cleaned himself. How rude! I’d never given a blow job to an unclean soiled cock! Yuck!

I’m quite sure the disgusted look on my face with nostrils flared and eyes bulging out in dismay gave me away. Darwin responded by letting out a deep belly laugh, one more reminiscent of Santa Claus than a wrangler getting a blow job from a cute coed. But I wasn’t a coed anymore. I was naked and wearing a slave collar with my hands cuffed behind my back.

Darwin grabbed the back of my head with my hair and pulled me forward, ordering, “Debutante, take the whole thing into your mouth like a good slave girl. Clean it off good, really good, slave girl. That taste, it’s the dried cooter cream from the freshly enslaved MILF I banged over my lunch break.”

Somehow, I gobbled it up to the root disgusted by the rancid taste, bathing it with my tongue just like in the training videos while getting more of the overpowering eye watering flavor of the other woman mixed with his stale cum. I needed to find a way to get into this.

I suddenly felt an irrational pang of jealousy for this unknown woman; Master Darwin had fucked her instead of me. Why hadn’t he saved himself for me? My throbbing pussy ached to feel a hard cock in it but there was no way I would ever admit that now, here of all places. With my nose planted in his coarse, curly pubic hair and my forehead mashed into his gut, I stuck out my tongue, licking the skin above his big, hairy balls. I could feel his cock coming to life, thickening, growing harder, pushing towards my throat with every pass of my tongue. Soon a new flavor surfaced, a slightly salty, bitter taste as I realized his cock was starting to leak.

I liked the new flavor! I wanted more of that taste sensation, holding just the big head in my mouth, I darted the tip of my tongue into his pee hole seeking more of the nectar it produced. Darwin grunted a low, animalistic sound that sent a thrill down my spine and had my pussy throbbing needily. It was clear that despite my inexperience, I was finally giving him what he wanted.

Thankfully, my long, tangled hair covered my face, providing a sense of anonymity as passersby walked down the hall. I didn’t expect to meet anyone back here who knew me, other than my sorority sisters, but one couldn’t be sure. Nobody would ever recognize me as this lowly slave girl servicing Master Darwin on her knees showing off her slave heat with her seeping sand coated pussy glistening under the fluorescent light of the hallway. I think I was even dripping on the ground a little.

I could hear what passersby were saying over the din of the hallway. When they weren’t talking about “slave pussy” the hot topic was SMU’s football team that would be playing in the ACC championship game against Clemson in a few weeks.

Holding my head firmly in place Darwin chuckled, “Sue Ellen was a thirty-three-year-old uppity MILF mother of one. A real trophy wife for an older man who thought she was more important than she was. That hot blonde with curves in all the right places was determining her value as collateral to refinance the mortgage for the family home, or at least that is what she was told. Up on the auction block she teased the bidders, enjoying putting on a show, believing she was untouchable, demonstrating how hot she was while setting a high price. She was in her element on the block rolling in the sand, a total cock tease, tantalizing bidders with what could be theirs for the right price. For her it was all about bragging rights with her peers, how much she was worth. That bitch was into it until the hammer fell and her husband accepted the unexpectedly high bid with no international travel restrictions. I heard him say that this was cheaper than divorcing that cheating slut before laughing, that she’d always wanted to visit Japan.

Darwin released my head, allowing me to spit out his erection as I gasped for breath. I was a little giddy with lust. I felt so dirty and naughty sucking his cock, while realizing that I wanted more. Mama’s secret sauce lecture came to mind. I could do this; give this man a slutty blow job with gusto that would make my Mama proud.

Darwin snickered, “There’s nothing better than breeding a freshly enslaved MILF who didn’t see it coming. Making her slave-gasm on your hard cock while her life flashes before her eyes as her new reality sets in. Slave girl, worship my cock with your tongue!”

Calling me “slave girl” had my pussy throbbing out of control. Or was it his magnificent penis. Damn, that thing was standing tall like a piece of shining black marble coated with my spit. I’m quite sure I had a lust-filled expression on my face as I took it in. I never thought a penis could be beautiful. This one was. I pulled on my hands, frustrated that they were cuffed behind my back. I wanted to touch it, run my hands all over it while I licked the head. Had wearing a collar as a naked slave girl changed my perspective?

My pussy ached with need as I licked my lips while taking a moment to stare at his statuesque shaft trying to get into the right frame of mind. Turning Darwin into the mature Daddy Master of my masturbation fueled fantasies and my newfound slutty enthusiasm.

Knowing what Darwin wanted, I stuck out my tongue and licked his pole…and it was a fucking rush living out my fantasy of orally servicing a mature master while existing in this cloak of anonymity. The texture of his smooth, warm, hard penis up against my tongue sent a jolt of sexual energy through my entire body. I swear I felt my pussy getting wetter even though it was already leaking like a sieve.

Yeah, it was NOT something I ever thought I would like, but once I got into it, I really got into it. Happy chemicals were flowing through my body, and I only wanted to lick harder and faster, even when I was out of breath. I lathered the shaft of that magnificent monster with my tongue from the big mushroom helmet down to the base and up again as my saliva leaked down onto his bloated testicles.

Darwin sighed contently, “That’s right slut. You know you love this big beauty. Now give my hairy balls a tongue bath.”

I’d never considered licking a man’s testicles before. Now I eagerly moved down to Darwin’s big, hairy balls, licking them until the hair became matted. Even gently taking one and then the other into my mouth as best I could.

Darwin called out, “Hey Julian, I need you to rotate that slave girl in the middle off the bench and down to the smithy if she needs badging. By the looks of her, she’s so cock-drunk she won’t know what’s happening to her until she feels the burn of the branding iron.”

“Will do, Mr. Washington,” replied a voice I recognized from high school.

It was Julian Bennet! The guy I so publicly rejected when he dared to ask me to prom senior year. He worked here as a slave wrangler!? Oh shit! He was supposed to be in California for college. Thank God, he didn’t recognize me. I was just some random sex crazed Sandy Foot Girl fresh off the block with her face in Master Darwin’s crotch, enthusiastically slurping on his big balls like a complete skank.

Darwin reached down rummaging in a pocket while I energetically whoreshipped his heavy cum filled testicles. His musky man smell was somehow intoxicating, further fueling my slave heat, leaving me wondering what it might be like to be some older male’s long-term plaything without a care in the world. Finding what he was looking for, Master Darwin collected my hair, pulling it out of my face and arranging it in a high ponytail, and most importantly, stripping away my anonymity. Where was Julian? I didn’t want him to see me like this. Who else could be here?

Chuckling, he said, “Part of the fun is seeing a college girl’s lips stretched around my fat cock, especially the facial expression on your pretty face when I fill your mouth with my jism, and I can’t do that with your messy hair in the way.” Pausing like he was reading my mind, “And we wouldn’t want to hide your pretty face from anyone walking by.”

With my anonymity stripped away people would be able to observe how well I managed Darwin feeding me his penis, … and his semen. I could bump into someone on the street, or in a grocery store who might recognize me as that naked slave girl enthusiastically gagging on his big cock. Or worse yet, they could catch me displaying his slimy load on my tongue while I waited for permission to swallow. I was attending a large party with friends from high school this weekend, a reunion of sorts. What if Julian saw me and was there? Who else worked here? My mind was running wild, thinking up different terrifying scenarios. Strangely, the added humiliation only fueled my arousal. What did that mean?

I looked up with Darwin’s left testicle gently cradled in my mouth like a prize, all while lightly licking it. He had nothing to be ashamed of; his cock was rock hard now. A big block of black marble proudly standing tall, leaking a large dollop of creamy white fluid that suddenly broke free, running down his shaft in a small rivulet. When his penis was soft, I had barely fit that monster into my mouth taking it to the root while licking down towards his balls. There was no way I was gobbling down all that now.

Behind me a stranger’s voice caught my attention.

A young man with an elitist New England accent exclaimed, “Uncle Clint, isn’t that one of the slave girls you bought for Christmas? She’s giving that guy a blow job.”

An older deep confident voice with a local accent replied, “Yup, that’s one of the slave pussies that will be spending Christmas with us this year.”

With an air of helpful familiarity reserved for a preferred customer, Darwin asked, “Good evening, Mr. McAllister, is there something I can help you with?”

Was that my new owner? I couldn’t see him with my face buried in Darwin’s crotch. He sounded confident in himself, just like how I imagined my make-believe mature Daddy Master would in my many masturbatory fantasies. I blushed at the thought of meeting him for the first time while nursing on Darwin’s left testicle. Hoping to impress this masculine-sounding stranger, I gently spit out Darwin’s swollen testicle and eagerly lapped up the precum dripping down his shaft, finding the salty taste surprisingly invigorating. The musky salty flavor brought my taste buds alive with my nipples tingling and pussy throbbing in response.

I made quite a show of whoreshipping Darwin’s tower of cock if I do say so myself. I was becoming quite the eager little cock sucking pleasure slut. I even arched my back and spread my legs a little more while wiggling my ass provocatively. Hoping to draw attention to my shapely derriere, behavior that was out of character for the girl who walked into the Big D Slave Market this morning.

Mr. McAllister good-naturedly replied, “I see you’re enjoying one of the perks of the trade.”

Darwin guffawed, “That I am. I feel an obligation to tutor these inexperienced college girls on the art of fellatio. Let them earn extra credit with practical experience before returning to the classroom.”

“That you are. I applaud your dedication. I’m giving my nephew Ted and his father Franklin a tour of the Big D. They’re visiting for Thanksgiving from Connecticut, and Ted just turned eighteen on Tuesday, so this is his first time in a slave market. You’ve already met my sons, Buck and Colten. Dylan and Kayden are around here somewhere.”

“Welcome to the Big D Slave Market, Ted. Have you sampled the product yet? We can take care of that right now if you like,” asked Darwin, treating him like a VIP.

“All he’s sampled so far is the Texas BBQ at the Bee and Brand restaurant on site,” teased a deep voice with a local accent that had to be one of the McAllister boys.

“And the Slave Honey Bread,” quipped his brother, with an equally deeply erotic voice causing my pussy to throb at the thought of spending Christmas as this family’s sex slave.

“What flavor?” laughed Darwin.

“Tex-Mex as an appetizer and the self-service Japanese for dessert,” chuckled Mr. McAllister.

“We had him ring her bell until she slave-gasmed,” laughed one of the McAllister boys.

From the tone of Ted’s voice, I swear I could hear him blushing from a mixture of awe and embarrassment, “Yeah, it was great. That Japanese slave girl made the coolest high-pitched yips and then her pussy gushed. I could see it!”

“Ted, do me a favor and reach down between this slut’s legs and ring her Devil’s Doorbell and I’ll show you an old slave wrangler trick,” encouraged Darwin, while slapping me in the face with his big hard wet cock.

Ted eagerly inquired, “What’s the trick?”

“How to make this inexperienced debutante deepthroat my big black cock,” replied Darwin, taking the opportunity to shove his large erection into my mouth, pushing past my teeth like they were just a mild inconvenience.

“Gosh, she doesn’t act like any debutante I ever met,” replied Ted, his tone questioning my status as a member of the elite of Dallas high society.

Now I made little gagging noises while trying to manage with the big mushroom head pressing against my throat, getting almost half of it into my mouth. If I’m being honest with myself, that was a real accomplishment for this debutante. Even when trying to relax and swallow it down my throat, as Mama instructed. I just couldn’t do it. There was no way I was deepthroating this monster.

Charlene kneeling next to me snickered at my struggles, even with her mouth full of cock. Let’s just say I had more to work with and was more than up to the challenge. Come hell or high water I was determined to please Master Darwin even if I didn’t know how. I don’t know why I felt this strongly, but I did; my drive to excel academically and as a cheerleader was kicking in right now as I unsuccessfully attempted to gobble down more of Darwin’s cock making more gagging and choking sounds in the process.

Tentatively, although with a tinge of excitement, Ted enthusiastically sought permission, “Dad, Uncle Clint, is it ok?”

An older aristocratic voice with a strong New England accent indignantly interjected, “Clinton, I seriously doubt that Suzzanne will want her son pawing at this young lady’s genitals.”

Mr. McAllister exploded, “Shit Franklin! Grow a pair, your wife isn’t here. That’s no lady. In a slave market this girl’s just tits and ass for our enjoyment; drippy slave gash for the taking.”

“Uncle Franklin. Here in the Big D Slave Market her mouth isn’t meant for talking anymore; now it’s just a cock socket,” quipped one of the McAllister boys.

“A living breathing self-cleaning fleshlight designed to suck your tool and swallow your load,” interjected his brother.

My head was spinning at the thought of spending Christmas break as this family’s slave pussy. Simply tits and ass available for their sexual pleasure. I should have been indignant. I was so much more, but deep down, a part of me wanted to be used. I arched my back a little more trying to draw attention to my neglected “cock socket” hoping that Ted would recognize my subtle attempt at a hint.

One of the eagle-eyed sons noticed, “Look, Ted. She wants it. This horny pleasure slut is wagging her drippy slave snatch at you. You can see the hot sauce oozing out of her taco.”

Fuck it! Let’s get this show on the road. Desperation took over. Acting like a randy slut I started twerking my ass at them while gagging on Darwin’s shaft as I tried taking more of it down my throat. Overcome by my sudden surge of arousal all I cared about was my next climax, and it couldn’t cum soon enough.

“Buck, you're right,” exclaimed Ted. “This slave pussy wants it bad.”

“Watch out for the sand. You don’t want to get any in her slave hole if you want to bang her later. Massage her labia gently, then squeeze them together to capture the slave honey oozing out of her honey pot. Use that to lube the slut’s happy button,” instructed Buck, demonstrating this wasn’t his first rodeo at the Big D Slave Market.

“That slave girl’s peach is ripe enough; she’s already leaking on the floor. Just start with a good squeeze,” interjected the other voice, which had to be Colten’s.

“Naw, lightly massage it a little before the squeeze. Take your time and do it right,” replied Buck.

“Will do,” responded Ted, the closeness of his voice indicating he was right behind me now.

“I’m right here, I can hear you, I know everything you are saying about me,” I thought to myself. Their attitude was as if I was some sort of animal incapable of understanding them. Or was it they simply didn’t care what the naked slave girl thought. In their eyes I was just “tits and ass,” a “drippy slave gash,” or a “self-cleaning fleshlight” whose sole purpose in life was to sexually serve my betters. The old me would have been mortified at my objectification by these men treating me no better than a prized heifer or mare. But I wasn’t, somehow their misogynist behavior only served to further fuel my slave heat leaving me hornier than ever. What was wrong with me?

My pussy throbbed in anticipation as I waited to feel Ted’s touch. A surprisingly large hand reached between my legs tentatively cupping my pussy, exploring the terrain so to speak. Gaining confidence, he started rubbing the outside edges of my labia between his fingers, being careful not to rub any sand into my juicy slit. Every movement his fingers made on my sensitive flesh heightened my arousal, starting me on my journey towards my next climax. Instinctively I hummed contently on Darwin’s cock taking just a little bit more of it into my mouth while looking up at him with my best goo goo eyes.

“Damn. There sure is a lot of sand down here. It’s stuck everywhere,” exuberantly announced Ted to anyone within earshot in the hallway.

I should have been aghast at that announcement, but with my slave heat spiking, all I could do was not so subtly hump Ted’s fingers in encouragement. In no time his ministrations had my already moist pussy leaking like a sieve coating his fingers.

Darwin started his lecture, “While some women are natural cock suckers, most need extensive training to do it right. Have you heard of Middleton Place? It’s a pleasure slut training facility on an old plantation just outside of Charleston.”

Colten interjected, “Dad took us there during our 'Boys’ Weekend' to Charleston last year!”

Mr. McAllister laughed, “Don’t forget this was an educational trip touring Fort Sumter, Fort Moultrie, and checking out the H.L. Hunley. And I had some business to take care of.”

Buck hooted, “Yeah, buying some fresh Asian slave pussy at the Old Slave Mart auction house in Charleston that just graduated from Middleton Place.”

“The best part was the visitor center at Middleton Place with the “Ho’s in the Wall” display. Picture big gloryholes with new slave girls on Horny Juice stuck, with their lower bodies sticking out of the wall available for sampling so all you had to do is step up to them and fuck either hole. Some are bending over while others are on their backs with their feet held up by straps. The trained girls also give BJs on the other side of the wall,” exclaimed Colten.

“You could tell who the new girls were by the way they wiggled, trying to avoid getting fucked at first until they started enjoying it. The trained pleasure sluts enticingly wiggled their asses trying to gin up business. They even pushed back into your thrusts, trying to get off, hoping for a reach around. Those slut slots were happiest when getting spit-roasted,” added Buck.

“They even begged to suck your cocks, even if it were just to clean them off after fucking them. Just looking at their faces, you could tell their slave heat overwhelmed them, and they had succumbed to slave mind. I swear they were trying to get us hard again for another fuck chasing their next slave-gasm,” said Colten.

“My friend Harry went to one of those Amazon shops with gloryholes in Boston for a $15 blowjob when he turned eighteen,” added Ted, trying to fit in. “He said it was incredible.”

“He stuck his junk in a hole not knowing who was on the other side and got sucked off by a guy,” quipped Colten, sounding like he knew what he was talking about. “Either a dude or a Cutter quality slave hag. They don’t use quality pleasure sluts in those places.”

Becoming slightly animated, Ted replied, “It had to be a woman! Harry said there were pictures of them over the holes.”

Mr. McAllister gently interjected, “Ted, it’s a common trick of the trade. It’s cheaper to use male slaves for anonymous blowjobs. When they are using attractive women, they either stick their heads out through a hole or use plexiglass panels putting them on display so you can see who is sucking your cock.”

Clearly disapproving of the conduct, Ted’s father Franklin took the ethical high ground snidely interjecting, “The moral of the story is not to stick your penis through a hole when you don’t know what’s on the other side.”

“Those trained pleasure sluts at Middleton Place easily deepthroated even the largest cock which is the point Mr. Washington is trying to make,” added Mr. McAllister, bringing the conversation back full circle.

The whole time the boys were describing the “Ho’s in the Wall” at Middleton Place, I imagined what it might be like to be one of those women with my lower extremities hanging out the other side of a wall. Not being able to see who was using me. Those men wouldn’t be making love to me. They were fucking my pussy or ass, only interested in a particular part of my anatomy not even caring who I was. That slave girl stuck in the wall wasn’t a person to them, just a random “cock socket” to get them off, to fill with their semen. My heart went out to those poor women.

The indignity of that situation was horrifying, but if I was being honest with myself getting fucked by multiple anonymous men that way or bent over the breeding bench in the next room was strangely exciting. And I wasn’t on Horny Juice like the girls at Middleton Place. I could hear my girlfriend’s slave-gasming repeatedly next door while I serviced Master Darwin’s cock. Why did I hope he would make me bend over the breeding bench?

I knew the simple answer, wanting to experience climaxing like that having never orgasmed during sexual intercourse. What would it feel like climaxing with a warm hard penis sawing in and out of me until filling me with semen. It was so dirty, nasty and oh so unladylike adding to the sudden thrill. I was fantasizing about it as Ted squeezed my labia, coating his fingers with my abundant fluids.

I glanced longingly towards the door to the break room catching a wrangler leading Taylor out. Shocked at her appearance I lost focus gagging on Darwin’s cock, causing him to follow my eyes looking over towards Taylor.

“You have fun on the breeding bench darling?” Darwin drawled, his teasing tone indicative that he already knew.

Taylor couldn’t even answer—her body was coated with a sheen of perspiration, her erect nipples looked like hard little diamonds, her pussy was leaking cum, a strand of jism hung from her chin, and her beautiful raven hair was in disarray with semen in it. Most telling were her eyes, glazed over with fucked-out pleasure and the dopey expression fused onto her flushed face. That girl was cock drunk; even I could tell. How long had she been back there? Would I look like that when they were done with me?

Taking in her condition, a surprised Ted could only exclaim, “Damn!”

“That SLT’s been fucked slave stupid. The porch lights on but ain’t nobody home,” quipped Buck.

“Rode hard and put away wet,” added Captain Obvious, Colten.

Awestruck, Franklin asked, “How long was that young lady on the breeding bench?”

“20-30 minutes to get them that way, we cap them at 30. Wanna get as many sluts bred this way cementing their pleasure slut status in their minds. They never forget being bred as true Sandy Foot Girls; often coming back begging for more. It’s this one’s third time on the bench here at the Big D,” explained Darwin. “Most SLTs get auctioned four times while in school.”

“Franklin, that’s no lady anymore. Hasn’t been one for some time now. She’s a pleasure slut through and through, always will be and she knows it. Turn her around,” directed Mr. McAllister, getting the wrangler to comply.

“Dad, I was with you last year when this coed volunteered for the Mustang badging. Did it at the SMU athletic department fundraiser for the football team in the Moody Hall auditorium in front of a large crowd of donors. Made quite an impression humping the branding iron,” exclaimed Buck.

With dripping sarcasm, Franklin quipped, “Well, that’s one way to demonstrate her school spirit."

“Slut’s one healthy filly!” added Colten.

Taking in Taylor’s athletic body and tight ass with the Big D badge prominently displayed on her left buttock and the SMU mustang logo on the other Mr. McAllister whistled, “Now that’s a thing of beauty. That mustang burned into her ass. I bought the blonde one with that identical badging. Can’t wait to sink my cock into her ass in between the Sandy Foot Girl and the SMU Mustang logos. Boys, if your mother didn’t already have the Lone Oak Equestrian Academy brand, I’d give her a mustang just like that one instead. Merle Atkins does impressive work, a true artist.”

“How ‘bout you punch this slut’s ignition button now Ted,” instructed Darwin, getting Ted’s attention back where it belonged, in between my legs.

Taylor was whisked away as Ted’s fingers moved up towards my clitoris, gently coating it with my fluids, and winding me up closer to the edge. I responded, moaning contentedly around the meaty pole in my mouth before trying to take just a little bit more down my throat.

Darwin continued with his lesson, “Ted, to properly deep throat a cock a woman needs to open her throat, relax and swallow; she needs to keep swallowing to avoid gagging. Women can learn to control their gag reflex once they overcome the fear of suffocating which is what causes women to gag on a big cock. Instinct kicks in when the slave girl is consumed by a slave-gasm. The girl’s jaw and throat just naturally open. When they feel the cock forced down their throats while climaxing, they intuitively relax and start swallowing. If you do it often enough, they become conditioned, gaining the confidence to master the technique.”

Mr. McAllister cut in, “In sixty days of intensive Horny Juice induced training, Middleton Place breaks slaves into obedient pleasure sluts that are enthusiastic cocksuckers. It’s impressive the way they do it; getting those mindless sluts believing they will attain that ever elusive slave-gasm when they swallow your cock to the root. It helps that eighty-five percent develop slave mind during the highly specialized training.”

Ted continued carefully rubbing my clitoris at his own gentle pace, trying to get me off, but not quite doing it right in the process. His inexperience was showing, he was driving me insane with lust while leaving me stuck on the cusp of the orgasm that I could feel building deep within me. With half of Darwin’s big cock lodged in my mouth pushing on the entrance to my throat I couldn’t communicate with Ted to let him know to rub my clitty faster, harder. All I could do was hump his fingers to increase the friction, but he just pulled away leaving me even more frustrated in the process. He couldn’t have done a better job of edging me if he were trying to.

I had never experienced this level of sexual frustration before. I suspected my desperation was evident to everyone but Ted. Oh, how I needed to climax!

Now!

My peripheral vision caught that slut Charlene’s head bobbing up and down with purpose; she inhaled that lucky wrangler’s cock to the root with ease. I could hear his heaving breathing getting louder, more ragged, then he grunted a few times, and moaned deeply.

Finally announcing with a distinctive twang indicating he was from the Texas Panhandle, “Cumming slut! I wanna see my splooge on your tongue.”

Glancing to my left, I saw Charlene sucking on the end of the wrangler’s cock until she pulled off it, holding her mouth open proudly displaying her prize on her outstretched tongue while looking up at him seeking affirmation of a job well done. He rewarded her by slapping her in the face with his cock a few times before getting around to commanding, “Swallow.”

Charlene swallowed with a look on her face that his semen was the best-tasting thing she had ever consumed in her life. Afterwards that slut smiled broadly while making a show of seductively licking her lips, collecting any escaped seepage. Then she captured his cock in her mouth once again and started gently nursing his penis trying to milk every last drop of cum from his balls. What a slut! She was a natural.

At least someone was climaxing. Why couldn’t it be me? Ted had lost focus on what he was doing watching the Charlene show right next to us. I couldn’t blame him.

I looked up at Master Darwin, pleading with my eyes, causing him to chuckle, “Ted, rub this slut’s ignition button a little bit harder and you’ll have lift off. She’s desperate to launch.”

Ted complied, picking up the intensity, finally rubbing me right. I quickly exploded into an intense orgasm, moaning, my screams of joy muffled by Darwin’s big cock that was going down my throat. My body was writhing so violently in my frenzy that Ted placed his free hand on my lower back, holding me in place while strumming my engorged clitoris as I rode out this wonderful climax until it began to wane.

A few seconds later my sexual daze receded somewhat, my clit suddenly became unbearably sensitive as Ted’s fingers continued stimulating me. It’s too sensitive. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. Somehow, my nose became buried in Darwin’s coarse pubic hair, and I had his entire shaft down my throat with his hand on the back of my head holding me firmly in place.

The first thing I heard was Buck exclaiming, “Hot damn, she smoked that whole pipe!”

“Wow!” exclaimed Ted, sounding genuinely impressed.

“Now that slut’s a natural cock gobbler,” cried out an unknown passerby.

Even Franklin gushed in surprise, “Damn impressive, you can see it bulging in her throat!”

How did this happen? I panicked, forgetting to relax and swallow, gagging, and choking on the large log lodged deep in my throat.

Then there was Ted, still aggressively massaging my post slave-gasm overly sensitive clitoris, my hips were doing a weird dance, attempting to avoid his fingers while at the same time trying to jerk my head up so I could breathe.

Looking down at me, Darwin laughed at my predicament and pulled my head up, leaving me gasping for breath.

The lewd comments sent a wave of humiliation surging through my body. It was embarrassing being made to submit this way, especially in front of a crowd. I mean, I wasn’t really a slave, I was going home tonight after all. Wasn’t I? I’d heard all those stories about young women that were disappeared in a slave market. Just gone, sold off just like that MILF Sue Ellen. Never seeing it coming. Surprisingly, the thought of being sold for three years as a pleasure slut had a certain appeal.

The lack of intimacy with the man whose cock had invaded my mouth only added to my shame, which had a strangely euphoric effect on my libido. Those feelings of wrongness and shyness only made my predicament more thrilling as I found myself eagerly devouring his still-hard cock once more, enthusiastically bobbing my head up and down trying to swallow as much of his big erection as I could hoping I would be rewarded soon with another slave-gasm. There was nothing more important to me at this moment right here, right now.

I was so horny that my vagina had an empty aching feeling. An itch that only a hard cock could scratch. It was almost painful. I just knew that the man that bought me, my Master Daddy, would make it better, replacing that ache with immense pleasure as I slave-gasmed all over his hard cock. Sharing me with his friends and family just meant more decadent orgasms, more pleasure. I wanted THAT. I squeezed the butt plug lodged in my ass creating additional delightful tingles, discovering a new trick of sorts. Kristin had confided how she and many of the girls loved butt sex so why wouldn’t I? Suddenly I didn’t want to go back to school for finals anymore. Waiting over three long weeks to be shipped felt like an eternity. I had an urge to go now which I tried to shake; I had to get my priorities back in order. That didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy myself today.

(To be Continued)

[Mr. Smith]

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[JustBob]

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Excellent job of incorporating cock drunk into the story. You could feel her heat driving her need. Can't wait for the next chapter.

[Belinda]

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[Mr. Smith]

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[Belinda]

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