Christmas Coed Auction Ch. 6

[Mr. Smith]

Belinda’s POV (Break Room)

Julian attached a small chain leash with a leather loop at the end for a handle to my collar and led me into a small alcove in the hallway next to the entrance to the break room, directing me to squat over a grate with my hands on my head. Instead of allowing me to clean myself Julian took charge, either because a slave girl couldn’t be trusted to do it right or to demonstrate control over me. I didn’t know which, but my loins heated at the thought of Julian cleaning my most private body parts.

Grabbing a hose, he crouched down next to me, angling the flow of warm water over my sensitive genitalia with one hand from the front while reaching back between my legs with his other hand carefully removing the sand. He even meticulously cleaned the sand away from around the plug sticking out of my ass causing it to jiggle inside me for additional erotic stimulation. A slight moan escaped my lips, his gentle yet firm touch felt so, so good.

The boy that had a crush on me in high school that I so dramatically rejected was now gently fingering my lady bits. My face was flushed from a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation, … and arousal. I was so fucking horny right now, part of me didn’t care that it was Julian Bennet of all people rubbing his finger at the entrance to my womb.

I turned to the side; his face was about six inches away. He was staring at me intently. Our eyes locked together challenging each other. Even in my current predicament, I retained a flicker of defiance. I could tell he was really turned on having his dream girl at his mercy as his pet to play with.

Wiggling the tip of his finger into my vagigi for emphasis he snickered, “You know Belinda, for years I dreamed about fucking you. Too bad you didn’t want to date me back in high school. Not that I blame you at all.”

How gross! What he really meant was that he used to masturbate, cumming all over himself, making a mess with me starring in his perverted sexual fantasies. Maybe he still did? I bit my lip, trying to control myself as his finger continued probing at the entrance to my most intimate place.

“I attended the first SMU game of the season before leaving for college and caught you teasing the crowd showing off your camel toe with your leg raised high in the air. I started zooming in taking pussy shots with my camera and got a couple of good ones in the second half to remember you by. The skintight briefs looked wet, molded to your pussy like glue. Now I have my finger in your honey pot,” he snickered, easily slipping his finger all the way up into my slick wet folds.

I bit my lip, stifling a moan remembering that game. It was an initiation ritual for new cheerleaders to not wear panties or liners under our dark blue skintight briefs for the first game of the season. It was a vicious cycle, knowing the fabric would be molded against the contours of my pussy turned me on, making me wet, feeling it sticking only made me wetter. My briefs were soaked by halftime. Thankfully, the dark color concealed my arousal, I’m sure the wet fabric was plastered to my pussy. I was so aroused, knowing people could see me if they looked closely that I almost forgot the routine a few times. I forgot Julian was the high school photographer before graduating, knowing he had pictures only added fuel to the fire smoldering in my loins.

We were still staring at each other as he started exploring my birth canal with his finger. I was so turned on, and he could tell by how easily he slipped his finger into my vagina leaking with evidence of my excitement. My muscles inadvertently clamped down on his finger as another slight moan escaped my lips. This was so humiliating having Julian Bennet of all people fingering me like this. The worst part was that he knew what he was doing to me.

Grinning, Julian started slowly pumping his finger in and out while taunting, “You going to Becky Sue’s party Saturday night? I’m gonna be there telling everybody how I fingered Belinda Craig and how wet your pussy was. How much you liked it.”

In this vulnerable position there was no denying my current state. I’m sure my face was flushed with arousal. He could see my nipples were so hard they ached. I so desperately wanted him to finger bang me until I came all over his hand. It took all my self-restraint to not demonstrate my need by humping his finger.

He smiled knowingly, “What a slut. You're gonna be clapping cheeks with lots of men bent over that breeding bench. I’m not sure if I want your mouth or pussy when it’s my turn. Either way when you leave the Big D, you’ll have some of me inside you.”

He twirled his finger for emphasis, rubbing right near my G spot but missing. A finger had never felt this good before. I was so horny I wasn’t thinking clearly when I moaned, “Please.”

“Please what?” quickly teased Julian.

Damn him! His finger was rubbing everywhere but that one special spot where I needed it most.

I whined in frustration, “Please, please, you know,” when it dawned upon my muddled mind that he was doing this on purpose. That bastard was torturing me, getting me all worked up for his entertainment.

“Please, please fuck me, Julian. Make me cum. I want to hear you say it,” he confidently taunted, “I’ll fuck you so good your pussy will be convulsing around my hard cock in an incredible orgasm as I pump you full of my baby batter.”

Even though Mr. McAllister had said, “Pride was unbecoming of a pleasure slut,” I still had mine fully intact. The thought of climaxing while Julian came in me was too much to handle; how would I survive the humiliation when he bragged about it to everyone we knew. The thought of shredding my reputation this way only fueled the fire burning in my loins. I don’t know what came over me, overwhelmed with arousal I started humping his finger moaning lewdly just like a needy pleasure slut would.

Unable to meet his gaze, I looked down shyly, sounding like a whore overcome with slave heat, softly whining so only he could hear, “Please Master Julian, make me cum, please.”

I’m sure my words were music to his ears. Fuck, there was no way I was going to live this one down. I was too far gone; part of me just didn’t care anymore. I could always just deny, deny, deny. Who would believe him?

Glancing up I caught Julian’s eyes popping out at my outrageous behavior as he looked at me in triumph. He gave me one last swirl teasing around my G spot for emphasis before yanking his finger from my vagina. He slapped me hard on my ass while standing up, the sweet sting sending more jolts to my frustrated pussy.

“You’re clean now Belinda. Stand and spread your legs so I can dry you off,” he ordered, clearly happy with the outcome of our exchange, knowing he had in a way broken my will.

Grabbing a towel, he dried me off in silence. It felt like I was panting with need and anyone who saw me could see the frustration written all over my face. The added humiliation only further fueled my arousal. I was so primed for that damned breeding bench and I’m sure Julian, Brock, Charlene, and anyone walking by in the hallway who saw me could all see it etched on my face and in my body posture. Fuck, I was humping the towel when he dried me down there.

When Julian was done, he made me step aside for Charlene who moved into position. Brock, acting possessive, had dismissed Bobby, insisting upon cleaning the sand off Charlene himself. That slut was besotted by Brock, squatting over the grate putting on a show, hands on her head, back arched, jutting out her titties while spreading her legs wide. She basked in the personal attention he paid to her, almost purring as he fingered her pussy and anus, making sure he didn’t miss a single granule of sand.

Watching those two reminded me of Mama’s sage advice, “Love isn’t something you find; it finds you when you least expect it,” when she described falling for Daddy. Insisting it was love at first sight when she first met my father arriving after graduating from Broadstone in a poodle cage on his doorstep as his new consort. A gift from his parents. She insisted she knew once she looked up into his beautiful brown eyes while kneeling in the cage at his feet.

Pumping some lube into his hand Julian had me bend over. His fingers coated in the cool gel sent a chill down my spine when he worked one, and then two fingers adding lubrication into my already moist vagina once more teasing my most sensitive spots.

He snickered, “It’s company policy to lube every slut’s slave snatch before she hits the bench to ensure that the merchandise isn’t damaged if not properly aroused. You don’t seem to have that problem, Belinda.”

No, I didn’t, I was so freaking horny imagining what would happen to me on that bench. I had an unexpected itch, an ache deep in my vagina that I’d never felt before. Something Julian’s fingers only teased. It dawned on me that what I wanted more than anything was a big hard cock mining the depths to make it all better.

I was waiting in the hallway with block sand still coating my upper torso, arms, legs, face, and in my hair leaving me with a sand free zone around my pussy and ass. True to form, Julian took the opportunity to maul my breasts as we waited further spiking my slave heat. The hot throbbing ache in my pussy was becoming almost painful.

Grinning lewdly, Julian started massaging my titties like he was kneading dough, snickering, “I used to fantasize all the time about playing with your perfect tits. They’re so firm for breasts this big, more than I ever thought possible.”

That asshole homed in on my erect nipples, squeezing them hard for emphasis causing me to whimper, snickering, “And sensitive, so sensitive.”

Julian continued his banter while playing with my titties, proudly telling me how he spent last summer working here learning how to make sluts like me cum. Practicing every day even. Then it got weird, he told me about when Amber and Becky Sue, girls in my high school friend group, were graded they had to be kenneled overnight. Amber had begged him to breed her, happily taking on all comers while climaxing again and again while getting spit roasted. He’d managed to keep Becky Sue for himself, eating out her pussy before fucking her, making her climax multiple times and she’d thanked him afterwards. That sounded like Amber but was so out of character for Becky Sue, even if it had the ring of truth.

I wasn’t surprised that Becky Sue never talked about it though. Who in their right mind would ever publicly admit to enjoying sex with Julian Bennet. I’d missed the signs. Maybe I was too jealous of the Big D badge burned into my friend’s ass to see that she was hiding something. Then again, it’s not polite to ask a respectable young lady about any indiscretions that might have occurred during her slave grading. It just wasn’t done.

I couldn’t make eye contact with Julian anymore. Seeking added stimulation, I found myself pushing my titties into his hands, by now, so far gone with arousal. He bragged how I was going to cum more than once with his big cock buried balls deep in my pussy and it would be the best sex I ever had. His confidence was infectious, could he really be that good? Was he hung? The scary thing was he was probably right, my luck with boys so far had been dismal. Part of me was looking forward to it now, after realizing my good reputation was already shot to pieces.

Brock finally finished cleaning Charlene, dried her off, and lubed her up. I swear I heard the loud squelch of that slut’s pussy’s natural fluids when he fingered her. That girl was as aroused as I was, it was something we had in common. I pondered what that meant about me.

Taking charge Julian ordered, “Backhands.

I quickly moved into position and felt him capturing my wrists in handcuffs. Then he attached a light chain to the back of my collar and to the handcuffs securing my hands in my back right above my buttocks while advising, “You won’t be needing your hands where you’re going. This will keep them out of the way.”

I couldn’t protect myself bound as I was now adding a sense of vulnerability that I realized was something slave girls everywhere felt on a daily basis. A momentary feeling of dread overwhelmed me, quickly replaced by surging sexual arousal as I pushed aside any doubts while contemplating all the lewd sex acts, I was about to perform in the next room. Listening to the moans of pleasure coming from the girls, I knew I wanted this.

While lubing Charlene, Brock proposed, “If you please me on the breeding bench I have a proposition for you. You can be mine alone over Christmas and I will not share you with the rest of the family. You’ll get the SMU mustang brand and agree to be my ponygirl for this January term. If things work out my father will pay your reserve price this summer and send you to Broadstone to start your consort training. You need to agree to this; it must be something you want. Understand?”

Beaming with happiness Charlene enthusiastically replied in a seductive voice, “Yes Master. Your slave girl understands.”

Damn, these two were besotted with each other. If Charlene agreed, she’d spend the two-week intersession term as Brock’s ponygirl slave. At least she’d get the same academic credits towards graduation. With both of their mothers being Broadstone graduates, this seemed like a normal courtship for them. An interesting product of legal slavery in our society as I began to wonder what the future might hold for me.

Brock confidently led Charlene into the break room towards the breeding bench while Julian followed behind pulling me along by the leash. My whole body felt alive, on edge as I took in the sight before me. There was barely room for the three girls squeezed together onto the bench. Two faced us with the one in the middle facing in the other direction. Wranglers peeled two of my well fucked sorority sisters off the bench and whisked them out of the room making room for the “fresh meat” as one of the slave mongers put it.

The coarse group of men waiting their turn in the breakroom were all different ages, ethnicities, shapes, and sizes. Mostly men that worked here with a few VIPs standing out due to their expensive clothing, and in most cases, much improved grooming. There were a couple of real fatties. The one thing that most of them had in common was that they were, with few exceptions, unattractive men that I would never have received a second look at by me or the friends in my social group, and that was, for some reason, so turning me on.

I paused, taking in the scene before me. My intellect rebelled against giving up my power to decide what goes in and out of my precious body. Part of me struggled to remain calm as the decisive moment fast approached when a hand grabbed my ass. Moving down between my legs until it reached my sopping wet pussy.

Glancing behind me I found Ted standing right behind me, grinning down at me like a boy in a candy store as his hand explored my lady bits, running his middle finger up and down my wet slit, searching for my hole.

He was almost giddy with excitement, exclaiming, “Damn, you’re really wet,” as he easily wiggled a finger into the most sacred part of my body.

Julian snarkily interjected, “This slut has a real calling for the collar. She’s just realizing right now what her future holds in store for her. She’ll make a fine pleasure slut for whoever can afford her.”

And that for sure wasn’t someone like Julian Bennet. The closest he’d ever come to a Sandy Foot Girl was a freebie while working here. Today that was me.

Any doubt that I had about getting bred evaporated when Ted stirred my honey pot with his finger. Overcome by my slave heat I saw my destiny laid out before my eyes taking in Katrin, Taylor’s roommate and my big sister in our sorority, getting it from both ends and clearly enjoying it immensely. I found that my changed status and forced submission were an aphrodisiac of sorts for me. My sudden loss of control today was affecting me in ways I never would have expected.

I stared with fascination at Katrin draped over the bench facing me. A primal hunger in her eyes smiling contently with her lips wrapped around the smallish cock in her mouth while a sweaty man moved behind her, pulling his pants down to his knees, freeing his erection. There were no niceties or foreplay. Grabbing her by the hips with one hand he used his other hand to line up his hardon with her entrance and shoved it home. That girl looked right at home getting spit roasted by two strangers bent over that bench. I squeezed my thighs together capturing Ted’s hand when it dawned on me that that would be me in a mere matter of moments.

Suddenly I was impatient while I waited for my turn all while Ted nonchalantly wiggled his finger around in my birth canal setting me on a slow burn as the ache in my core intensified. Brock maneuvered Charlene onto the bench facing us, barely leaving room for me between her and Katrin who was getting nailed by that out of shape wrangler. I was placed facing in the opposite direction from those two with a bird’s eye view of the cock pistoning in and out of Katrin’s pussy. I could even hear the squelching sounds they made over the crescendo of their bodies clapping together.

Ted took the liberty of worming a second finger into my already overheated depths, slowly finger fucking me, stretching me out a little for what was soon to come. For a fleeting moment I was suddenly indignant; my old self asserting itself. Who did he think he was treating me this way? On second thought, maybe I should thank him for getting me loosened up for his hefty cock.

Katrin, from the look of her, had been there for a while. Her body glistened with a coating of perspiration, her hair a tangled wet mess, and her face covered with a mixture of cum and spit with a strand hanging from her chin. Most telling were her eyes, glazed over as they were; she was deep in a slave haze on the cusp of another massive slave-gasm.

The overweight man with a dad body was giving it to her good with perspiration running down his flushed face; his disgusting jiggling hairy belly laying out of the way on top of her perfect firm buttocks, his meaty hands holding her in place as his fingers dug into her hips so hard, I was sure there would be bruises in the morning. The wrangler she had just orally serviced was cleaning his cock off in her beautiful platinum-blonde hair adding to its disarray.

The idea of some man wiping his soiled cock off in my hair was disgusting. Treating a woman that way was demeaning. I shuddered at the thought of some man doing that to me even as it made my pussy flutter with arousal around Ted’s probing fingers. I had an unfamiliar craving to be sexually dominated and thoroughly used by these men. I had never felt this way before. Something was happening to me that I clearly did not understand.

“More, harder, … yes, … cumming, aaahhhhhhh yessss,” cried Katrin, her body seizing as another slave-gasm consumed her.

Glancing towards Charlene on my left, I noticed Brock, pants around his knees, with his big erect cock sticking out. I took a moment to examine it closely. His penis was shaped like nothing I’d seen before. The base and first five to six inches were ginormous just like Master Darwin’s, big veins bulging out, but then it narrowed slightly in the next two to three inches into a point with a smallish head in comparison to that ginormous shaft. It looked like it was perfectly designed to gain easy entrance into a girl’s vagina or asshole.

Brock was fingering Charlene’s pussy; she was wriggling her ass enticingly. Then he slapped her pussy causing her to squeal in surprise. More light blows followed the first one as husky moans of delight escaped her lips. With a pang of jealousy, I knew all too well the sweet sensations she was feeling on her pussy from Mr. McAllister slapping yours truly.

Julian pushed me forward towards the freshly vacated spot on the bench, between the two girls. Ted’s fingers slipped out, leaving me with an empty ache. Approaching the bench, I was nervous, breathing deeply, there were butterflies in my stomach, my heart was beating fast with excitement, and my pussy throbbed in anticipation. In a weird way I was going on a new adventure into the wilderness of the unknown, not knowing what to expect.

Then I noticed Mr. McAllister waiting for me, stepping forward with his fat cock and a pair of big hairy balls hanging out of the fly in his trousers. His confident gaze took me in, looking me up and down, like I was something on the menu. Licking my lips seductively in anticipation, I felt like I was in a carnal daze overcome with sexual arousal. My poor nipples were so hard they ached and my sopping wet, swollen pussy throbbing in anticipation. I wanted no needed this. It was showtime.

I knew when I bent over that bench the sexually repressed young woman who walked naked into the Big D Slave Market this morning was no more. This place had methodically stripped away my inhibitions from climaxing on the pussy pole, my frenzy under the Christmas tree for my photo, my epic performance on the block, displaying Master Darwin’s cum on my tongue, and now bending over the bench to give Mr. McAllister a blow job while someone else fucked me until the girl I had been was no more.

Julian pushed me down onto the wet spot on the leather bench still warm from the sorority sister who I replaced squeezing in between the overheated bodies of my slave sisters. The sweaty Katrin on my right was shuddering through her orgasm and Charlene moaning like a slut was wriggling as Brock worked over her pussy. The warm skin of my sisters was somehow comforting, reminding me that I was not alone in this as I came face to face with Mr. McAllister’s fat cock only inches away from my face.

I was getting an up-close examination of Mr. McAllister’s ginormous penis. It was fucking huge! I’d never seen anything like it before, not in person, in pictures or even the few porno movies I’d watched. He seemed content to give me a moment to take in his impressive tool that reminded me more of a battering ram designed to knock down a castle’s gates. I gasped in surprise at the ridiculously fat semi-erect penis. I swear, Mr. McAllister’s big mushroom head and shaft were fatter than Master Darwin’s, but not nearly as long. It looked like someone took a mallet to it, compressing it into this short squat thing.

Everything was happening so fast around me when he moved forward, grabbing me by my hair, holding my head firmly in place, and lightly rubbing his soft mushroom head teasingly along my lips. I parted my lips, flicking my tongue out playfully, capturing his musky flavor along with a hint of salty precum that lit up my taste buds.

I heard Julian snicker as he made way for the man behind me, “I hope you enjoy being spit-roasted Belinda. I’ll be in line right behind Ted.”

Brock confidently informed Charlene, “Once your pussy’s properly tenderized, I’m gonna lay some pipe in yah. When you’re done cumming around my cock I’m going to lube that fine ass of yours well and do it again in your dookie hole.”

The fat man was gasping now, “This slave cunt is all used up, I need more friction to get off! It’s going up your pooper now college girl.”

Squealing with sexual excitement, Katrin was in role as a pleasure slut calling out her encouragement, “Fuck my ass hard Master, real hard. This slave is a slut who needs her ass reamed!”

Well, the fat man was up for that challenge. My face was mere inches away when he pulled out his angry erection, veins bulging and coated in fluids, spitting on her rosebud with a big hawk tuah, he lined the thick stubby phallus up with her ass, and shoved it home causing Katrin to squeal loudly. Damn, he was fully seated in three forceful thrusts, and she was still writhing in the throes of her slave-gasm when he started pounding her ass trying to get off. That should hurt, but Katrin mumbled incoherently asking for more like some insatiable whore. I remember Katrin confiding just a few weeks ago how much she loved the “delicious burn” of anal sex as she proved it right before my unbelieving eyes. Could that be me next year?

“Yeesss, harder, fuck yessss,” hissed Katrin, before she was silenced by another cock unceremoniously shoved into her mouth.

Behind me someone reverently ran his big hands over the firm curves of my ass, giving my left buttock a squeeze pulling it back causing me to whimper with need as I licked that mushroom head. I swear, I recognized Ted’s touch. The fingertips of his right hand traced the furrow of my ass arriving at the butt plug lodged deep in my anus. I gasped when I felt him playfully wiggle it.

Moaning, I suggestively wriggled my hips, the thought of being anally violated by a man’s hard cock sent my heart racing with sexual excitement and my pussy throbbing out of control. What was coming over me? A respectable woman didn’t ask for an ass fucking. That is what slave girls were for.

There were butterflies in my stomach and a soft, wet pulse in my sex. There was no way I was getting that fat cock into my tiny mouth. Instead, I attacked Mr. McAllister’s big mushroom head with my tongue with gusto. Lavishing extra attention on his pee hole with the tip of my tongue before swirling around the large head, much like one would with a big scoop of ice cream on a cone. Then I gave it big kisses, sucking part of the plump head into my mouth while lashing it with my tongue when I felt Ted find my opening.

Ted cautiously slid one, then two fingers into my wet, warm womb exploring it some more causing me to clench down onto his digits until he pulled them out leaving me feeling empty, longing for something more. That something was Ted’s fat cock head rubbing up and down my leaking labia, searching for the entrance to my womb.

“That’s it, suck on my fat head. Do you feel it expanding in your mouth?” teased Mr. McAllister.

Somehow, in my excitement, I sucked the rest of that bulbous head into my mouth pausing with my lips wrapped around it trying to figure out my next step. I probably looked like a snake that had unlocked its jaw to swallow its prey. It was so big there wasn’t much room to maneuver as my tongue concentrated on his pee hole.

Mr. McAllister chuckled, “That’s the same technique your mother used last month at the Breeding Barn. Now lick my balls.”

Mama had this very same cock in her mouth?! My pussy throbbed at the decadent thought. Spitting out his fat head I worked my way down his short fat shaft lavishing it with my tongue finding a pair of big hairy balls at the base hanging out of his pants which I smothered with an assortment of wet kisses and licks. I didn’t spend long on his balls before licking my way back up to his mushroom head. There was something about it, that big smooth spongy gland that drew me to it like a moth to a flame.

Ted grabbed my hips. I assumed it was Ted, but I hadn’t had a chance to look over my shoulder to confirm it was him, but when that velvety mushroom head of a hard penis slid along my slippery folds missing the mark, I didn’t care who it was. I moaned needily, was he teasing me or couldn’t he find his way? There was an erotic ache deep inside me that only a hard shaft could address.

There I was sucking on Mr. McAllister’s big mushroom cockhead, hungrily licking his slit for any traces of precum, Katrin on my right was happily getting her bowels plundered, and Charlene was getting “tenderized.” I swear each slap sounded wetter than the previous one as Brock took his time getting her ready. Clearly her arousal was overflowing like a mountain spring. I knew the feeling.

I, on the other hand, was stuck with some guy that couldn’t find the entrance to my vagina if his life depended on it. I kept moving, trying to help line him up only to find that I’d moved out of the way. It was like when you walk towards someone trying to avoid walking into them and both of you do that weird dance trying to get out of each other’s way. That’s what this was like until the tip of his penis finally found my entrance.

In a voice laced with impatience, Ted ordered, “Hold still, don’t move,” as I ignored his commands bucking my hips back as best I could to welcome him in right when he thrust.

I felt a brief pressure on my opening, then that wicked stretch and smooth warm sliding feeling of Ted’s shaft filling my well-lubricated tight little hole that somehow easily adjusted to accommodate his size. He started slowly thrusting in and out, each time going a little bit deeper. It was wonderful, he was fucking me, scratching an intense itch with his big cock that nothing else would satisfy.

My first time without a condom and to be honest, I really noticed the difference in the soft warm skin of a penis gliding in and out. I was getting fucked bareback for the first time, … and it felt amazing. It was much more intimate and personal; oddly, I felt a special connection to Ted bent over the breeding bench knowing he was going to be the first to fill me with his seed.

Glancing to my right I had an up-close view of the fat man shafting Katrin inches away from my face. I was mesmerized by the sight. I was unable to tear my eyes away as his thrusting became more urgent.

Ted’s hands tightened their grip on my hips as he thrust and pulled out and thrust again, driving in deeper and deeper each time, pinning me to the breeding bench. I tried pushing back as best I could to meet his forceful thrusts. Short little muffled whimpers escaped my lips stretched around the cock in my mouth. Ted’s shaft was so thick and hard. When he withdrew, his bulbous head spread me open wide before he plunged back in again. My inner muscles clenched. I told myself to relax, but my pussy couldn't stop squeezing him, delighting in the warm friction.

Next to me Charlene was mewling around a cock lodged in her mouth. Glancing her way, I saw Brock was now sawing his impressive log in and out of that slut. It glistened, coated with her copious fluids.

It dawned upon me that the three of us slave girls were enjoying it more than the men. The sex was good, but my submission, taking away my choice added an element that heightened the experience. I found it highly erotic being used in this manner craving more, acting just like a horny pleasure slut as if some switch in my head had been flipped. It was primal, animalistic yet pure instinctive sex. I was a bitch in heat needing to be bred and boy was I getting bred today.

The man fucking Katrin grunted, deeply driving his cock into her in short urgent thrusts that I recognized as a man cumming. He was filling her with his seed with a few last thrusts when he abruptly pulled out, cum oozing out of the tip of his penis as he switched places with Mr. McAllister who, when pulling away, slapped me in the face with his fat cock a few times in farewell.

While moving behind Katrin, Mr. McAllister pulled a bottle of lube from his pocket and coated his penis with a generous amount. It was evident this wasn’t his first rodeo getting that fat battering ram into a slave girl’s pussy, … or anus.

Mr. McAllister proudly announced to the room, “I bought this one for Christmas. A present to myself. I think it’s only proper for a gentleman to introduce himself.”

That announcement elicited a few hoots and hollers with one monger commenting, “That’s one hell of an introduction.”

“Gonna make this slut ride for the brand,” laughed Mr. McAllister, driving his cock home producing a loud squeal from Katrin from the sudden burning from her ass being stretched wider than ever before.

“Yup, dis slut’s gonna remember you,” chortled another wrangler.

The wrangler stepped in front of me offering me his hard cock coated with a mixture of lube and semen. Yesterday I would have been revolted at the idea of this situation but lost in my slave haze that slut that I had become eagerly opened her mouth wide. He shoved it home and the flavor sensations blew my mind. That wrangler must have been holding it somehow, or my lips caused him to spurt once more as a small strand of semen gushed onto my tongue mixing with the strong minty flavor of the lube with a hint of earthiness from Katrin’s ass.

The taste was oddly addictive although there was nothing special about the slimy texture or slightly salty tart flavor of it. I knew I wanted more, but why? It was a rush because it was so naughty, something only a true tramp, a deviant pleasure slut could possibly enjoy like I was at this moment. My body tingled all over in shame; I wanted men to cum in me and on me, feed me their cum, treat me like a woman whose only purpose in life was to sexually satisfy them.

Glancing to my right Katrin’s ass was being plundered by Mr. McAllister’s girthy shaft as he began to pick up the pace. Their bodies made that distinctive clapping sound as she mewled contently around the cock in her mouth.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart,” murmured Mr. McAllister. "Taking it like you were made for it."

There was a moment of relative silence, all I heard was the distinctive clapping sound of hard fucking coupled with the grunts, groans and moans of the participants and the background chatter of those waiting in line. I sucked and licked the cock in my mouth clean while coaxing out the last of his ejaculate from his balls as his shaft wilted.

Mr. McAllister was breathing heavily when he grunted, “Ted, angle your cock down while you fuck her like I am, rub the wall of her pussy with the head of your cock and see what happens.”

Ted was a quick study, shifting the angle of his cock slightly. It now slowly seesawed in and out, dragging his big, plump mushroom head over my special spot again and again and again. Hitting it exactly right. His cock and my pussy felt like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle fitting perfectly together. I’d never felt anything this good before. I tried pushing back a little, experimenting, flexing my Kegel muscles to increase the friction while moaning loudly, letting him and everyone else in the room know how much I was enjoying it.

Mr. McAllister started using Katrin like a ragdoll, every thrust hit deep, brutal, claiming her with every thick inch of his girthy shaft. I was afraid he might hurt her, but after an initial surprised cry of pain when she was first stretched out by that colossal cock, that slut Katrin loved it, if her squeals of delight were any indication. She later confided that his big cockhead was so large it somehow stimulated her G spot in a way she had never experienced before during anal sex. The damned thing pressed through the membrane between her ass and pussy massaging her special spot driving her crazy in the process. Any casual observer could tell she was on the verge of another massive slave-gasm.

One of Mr. McAllister’s strong hands snaked around Katrin to rub her clitty, stroking her in time with his forceful thrusts, wringing muted yet desperate noises from her as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses. I bet she would have been heard out on the Broadway auction block if someone’s cock weren’t lodged down her throat muffling her impassioned squeals of delight.

The wrangler in my mouth pulled his limp cock out of my mouth. Rubbed it over my face for good measure before putting it away, zipping up, and stepping aside for the next person. I just looked down, my mouth hanging open gasping for breath as I enjoyed the exquisite sensations emanating in my pussy.

“Fuck,” Ted groaned while firmly holding my hips steady as he began to thrust—hard, relentless, each slap of skin on skin joining the canopy of sounds echoing in the room. It seemed like he was mimicking Mr. McAllister’s ferocity, and I was the beneficiary of that big mushroom head of his seesawing at a blistering pace along my G spot, making me see stars as my core felt like it was on the verge of erupting. I mewled in delight at his staying power.

In, out, in, out. The pressure on my G spot from that fat mushroom head built, then released, every time Ted hilted me.

Forgetting where I was, I started chanting, “Fuck yes.” Just like that. Fucking incredible. “Yes, yes, oh yes.”

I’d never been fucked like this before and couldn’t believe how good it felt. Then it got better.

Ted, ever the quick study, followed Mr. McAllister’s lead, snaking his right hand around me to rub my clitty. Fumbling a little at first before getting the hang of it and caressing me in time with his forceful thrusts, wringing desperate noises from me as the pleasure began overwhelming my senses.

A wrangler stepped in front of me with their dick out. I was going to give my first blowjob to completion on the breeding bench, and it was tiny in comparison to the one in my pussy. Maybe four inches on a good day, and it had a narrow, almost pointy head, a pinhead. It was a strange little thing; unlike any I had ever seen before. I almost felt sorry for this guy. I mean, how would he ever satisfy a woman with that tiny abomination?

Sumi’s comment yesterday, “For every guy with 7 or 8 inches there are more guys with 3- or 4-inch dicklettes,” came to mind.

Next to me I felt Charlene explode in a climax, her body tensing and then wriggling out of control. Katrin was not far behind, erupting in a massive slave-gasm from Mr. McAllister’s two-pronged attack, her body convulsing in a frenzy. Both girls’ orgasms seemed to just go on and on and on some more. I felt a momentary pang of jealousy sandwiched between the two climaxing sluts, quickly putting that thought aside as my own orgasm fast approached.

Glancing to my right I noticed that Mr. McAllister’s thrusts were becoming more urgent. Grunting loudly, with beads of sweat on his forehead, he drove his cock into Katrin’s ass in the short urgent thrusts that were the telltale sign of a man cumming. With a grunt and a sigh, he emptied his balls into her with his last few thrusts grinding his cock as deep into her bowels as he could get it.

Grabbing me by the hair, the slave monger pulled my head up, and it was Bobby Shepard leering down at me. Grinning, the excitement evident in his eyes was matched only by his rock-hard little pee pee already leaking droplets of precum. He reminded me somehow of this super cute guy I briefly dated last month that came on my thigh while making out in his dorm room before he could even get the condom on.

I licked my lips hungrily, for the life of me, I don’t know why I did that, but I was so far gone I couldn’t help myself.

“Look at you,” Bobby said, his voice thick with lust. “Fucking born for this.”

“Yes, yes I am,” I thought as my slave heat overwhelmed me as Ted’s pace became more frantic, indicating that my womb would soon be filled for the first time with a man’s semen.

In my peripheral vision I glimpsed Buck coating his cock with lube while fingering Charlene’s butthole. She was awfully still right now. I guess I would be too if I were about to take Buck’s massive log up my ass. If anyone could do it, Katrin or that slut could.

I opened my mouth, stretching my tongue out, trying to catch the oozing precum before it dripped on the ground. Once again, I was possessed by a sluttiness that I didn’t know I had in me. I inhaled Bobby’s penis to the root with gusto, aggressively lavishing it with my flattened tongue in a manner that was sure to make Mama proud. I was making abhorrent noises that were very unbecoming of a lady, but that’s not what I was now.

Bobby’s penis was so small I could simultaneously massage the head and shaft with my wet warm tongue. He attempted to face fuck me, only getting to thrust his cock in and out three times before losing control. I didn’t even have time to fake gagging like Mama coached.

Mr. McAllister exclaimed to the room, his excitement evident in his tone, “Now that’s a sight to behold after depositing a load, my fat cock stretching out this slut’s leather cheerio lodged between two firm ass cheeks with the Big D brand on one and the SMU Mustang burned into the other. That’s why I bought this college girl.”

Meanwhile Ted’s big cock was hitting my special spot with a ferocity as he polished my engorged pearl pushing me towards a magnificent slave-gasm. Then Ted somehow found a second gear, thrusting faster, harder, and faster, his big cock pumping into the back of my tunnel. Waves of pleasure crashed through me with every powerful lunge, the base of his cock meeting my entrance again and again making distinctive clapping sounds. My inner walls clenched tightly at his shaft.

I squirmed and whimpered around the cock in my mouth right as it started pulsing, spurting strand after strand of his slightly salty sweet cum into my mouth. Bobby was a fruit lover! He filled my mouth with his yummy treat, causing my taste buds to come alive, helping push me over the precipice into my frenzy. Pleasure rose like a tidal wave, and I exploded in my first slave-gasm on the breeding bench as I took Ted with me, his pulsing cock coating my womb with his seed.

I erupted in a wondrous, perfect slave-gasm, somehow gobbling down Bobby’s thick, slimy semen, remembering at the last moment to save some of his copious discharge to display on my tongue. Forgetting how sensitive a man’s penis can become after cumming, I continued hungrily sucking and licking his prick to get every last drop of his slimy gift. I’m not sure how, but I had acquired the taste for semen just like Mama said I would, now unable to get enough of it. I’m such a slut.

Bobby quickly pulled out; my onslaught was too much for his over-sensitized prick much to the amusement of the two older wranglers waiting in line. I displayed my slimy treat on my outstretched tongue, savoring the flavor while they started condemning Bobby for his lack of stamina.

“Gone in Sixty Seconds,” muttered a grumpy voice.

“Naw, he cock sneezed in under six,” quipped another.

“Looks like Quick Draw McGraw here had a premature discharge,” gruffly responded the first voice. “At least he didn’t shoot himself in the foot.”

Bobby couldn’t get his dicklette put away fast enough when the next guy in line hooted, “Step aside Speedy Gonzales.”

Piling on another voice taunted Bobby as he quickly made for the exit, “Damn college boy, you sure left a lot of time on the clock during that two-minute drill.”

Lost in my frenzy I somehow hadn’t noticed Katrin being rotated off the bench. I still had Bobby’s semen on my outstretched tongue when a wrangler led my pledge sister and fellow cheerleader Becca up to the bench, moving her into position next to me.

I recognized the look on her face, a mixture of disbelief that this was really happening to her and fear of the unknown, tempered with acceptance and arousal. She was a thing of beauty with her long blonde hair, cobalt blue eyes, and a smattering of freckles on her tight little body that sported a pair of breasts that had the firmness of youth. That girl had the most perfect ass that you could bounce a quarter off. I could see why they picked her, even if she sported a butt plug like mine making it off limits. Becca’s eyes got big, seeing me with my tongue stretched out displaying my prize.

The forty something wrangler with a dip under his lip, two days stubble on his face wearing a cowboy hat pulled his cock and balls out of his fly as he stepped forward. I quickly swallowed when I was unceremoniously presented with his normal sized semi-erect penis. He grabbed me by the back of the head, feeding his hardening cock between my parted lips. I moaned eagerly around the intrusion, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft as the man pushed in deeper.

"Damn," was all the man drawled in a voice rough with lust.

Ted pulled out, leaving me with an empty aching feeling. Once he stepped back, he was replaced by another man, who I did not know. Two hands roughly pulled my cheeks apart putting my well fucked pussy on lewd display. The concept of some stranger treating me like his personal fuck toy only spiked my arousal causing me to moan around the other stranger’s hard cock invading my mouth.

"Shit, look at that hole," I heard Julian Bennet mutter from behind me. “I’m gonna enjoy this.”

The hands shifted position, now keeping my cheeks apart while I felt a thumb running through my soaked labia. The degradation and humiliation of having Julian Bennet once more pawing at my well fucked lady bits hit me hard. I couldn’t think of anyone I didn’t want to fuck me more at this moment than him. A cock head slapped my pussy and ass cheeks a few times, treating me like I was some kind of whore causing my achingly empty pussy to throb in anticipation before confidently lining up the thick bulb with my hole. Intellectually I didn’t want this, but my body did, betraying me as I subconsciously pushed back. What was I doing?

“I’ve dreamed of this moment for years,” snarled Julian, slamming his warm pole of muscle into me to the hilt in one savage thrust that had me seeing stars.

I cried out around the hard shaft in my mouth, back arching, the sudden stretch of a decent sized cock felt incredible. I took him easily since he wasn’t as big as Ted, but he was big enough to fill me nicely, meeting my lusty needs. He didn't give me a second to adjust. He started fucking me immediately like a jackhammer. Deep, hard, cruel strokes that made the breeding bench creak from his youthful vigor.

It was violent, too; the most violent sex I had ever experienced. To feel his weight pressing me down against the bench holding me in place, his body invading mine in this manner, was to feel that I’d been overpowered by a stronger, more dominant animal. I was passive, prone, giving with each thrust into me and obediently opening up to let him into me as far as he could go. And loving it, fucking loving it!

It suddenly dawned upon me that I was experiencing a spiritual awakening of sorts here at the Big D Slave Market. Mama was right, slavery was freedom of a sort. I was learning that as a naked slave girl, I enjoyed submitting to the sexual needs of these men. Even Julian Bennet if necessary. I found a perverse pleasure in being dominated by other people; the exquisite loss of control somehow enhancing the sex, becoming its equal in a way if not more.

I found that I could adjust to the angle of his thrusts until he was massaging my G-spot exactly right. He sensed what I was doing and cooperated. Experimenting, I squeezed my Kegel muscles increasing the friction from his cock head on my happy spot. Yeah, I was gonna cum again!

Julian paused briefly with his cock lodged halfway into my pussy muttering, “That looks hot. My cock buried in the formerly virtuous Belinda Craig’s pussy. Fuck, you’re wet. What a slut.”

“Slap. Slap.”

Julian suddenly spanked each of my ass cheeks hard, reminding me who was in charge. The sudden sting sent a stinging sweetness straight to my pussy causing me to groan around the shaft in my mouth.

Getting spanked with a hard penis in my pussy was a new erotic high. Each blow sent little shock waves through my buttocks to my pussy and finally to my clitoris further stimulating me. Having a butt plug in my ass and cock wedged in my pussy somehow amplified the sensations. I responded by pushing back and wiggling my ass invitingly, not wanting him to stop, validating my newfound sluttiness as I accepted my new position in life.

The wrangler with his penis in my mouth piled on, confidently interjecting, “Look at her twerking her ass at you. That slut likes it; she can’t get enough of it. Spank her again, harder this time, and don’t stop until I tell you.”

That advice was like having a matador waving a red cape in front of a bull. Julian didn’t hold back, laying about a dozen hard swats to my vulnerable buttocks. The stinging heat from the blows was exquisite. My eyes rolled back in my head from the added sensations to my already overstimulated young body. I could feel a doozy of an orgasm percolating deep down in my core. I couldn’t wait for it to erupt, even if it was Julian Bennet drawing it out. That humiliation only stoked my fire. I was becoming such a slut; it was becoming my theme for today.

“There you go. Trust me, the sluts ready now; a well spanked slave girl fucks better,” lectured the wise old wrangler.

Boy did he know his stuff. I sucked his cock even harder, my tongue a blur on his hard smooth shaft.

“They suck cock better too,” he drawled, fisting my hair and driving his shaft deep into my mouth, the happy recipient of my eager oral ministrations.

I could feel Julian fiddling with the butt plug lodged in my ass. It had become an afterthought until it suddenly came to life sending delicious vibrations through my loins. Somehow the cock in my pussy amplified the effect causing my toes to curl and eyes to roll back in my head in delight from the sudden jolts of pleasure.

Catching a second wind, Julian drove in even harder, using me like a mindless cock socket, no tenderness, just raw need. I’m not sure who was using who now as I somehow massaged my sweet spot on his pistoning cock while I devolved into a blissful state happily getting railed while eagerly lapping on this wrangler’s hard shaft. A warm feeling, accompanied by little jolts and tingles unlike anything I had felt before spread from my loins throughout my body.

The wrangler in my mouth pulled out his cock, feeding me his hairy balls which I eagerly lapped on them with gusto. The musky flavor was suddenly addictive. I couldn’t believe how much fun it was to toy with a man’s testicles like this. From his grunts and moans he liked it too.

My body bounced and twisted under Julian's rough thrusts as I spat out the testicle in my mouth and somehow licked my way up the wrangler’s modest rod until I got to the helmet which was leaking precum. Even the bitter taste spurred me on as I inhaled his shaft to the root as he slowly started fucking me face with my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft like a vice. I could tell he was close.

"Fuck," the old guy groaned, hips thrusting shallowly, his hand in the back of my head holding me firmly in place. "She's good. Tight little mouth."

Breathing heavily, Julian teased me, “It’s time for Belina Craig to climax like never before. I’m gonna fill your cunt with my splooge while feeling your pussy muscles contracting around my pole.”

I happily moaned around the cock in my mouth in anticipation. Eagerly waiting for the touch of Julian’s fingertips. He expertly reached around and started massaging my engorged oversensitive clitoris attaining the predictable result.

I was the first to cum, and it was a doozy just as Julian had predicted.

The residual throbbing from being “disciplined,” the vibrations from the butt plug, the leaking cock in my mouth, the shaft seesawing in my pussy hitting my special spot just right had me primed to erupt into one of the most intense orgasms of my young life when Julian flipped my ignition switch. My body exploded in ecstasy. I swear I saw a vibrant collage of reddish hues with white sparkles as my body convulsed, toes curling. Overwhelmed by all the sensations, wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure surged through me like nothing I’d ever felt before all while Julian’s cock pummeled my pussy. Pushing my orgasm to new heights.

Julian grunted, his thrusts became erratic, thrusting deep a few times before grinding hard into my pussy as he cocked pulsed again and again, depositing his load deep into my womb. Hallelujah, somehow, he had the discipline to continue strumming my clitoris, prolonging my climax like nothing I’d ever experienced before in some ways rivaling my block-gasm.

That wrangler in my mouth didn't last much longer as I tried to suck the cum out of his nuts. With a few rough thrusts and a groan, he emptied his balls in my mouth, filling it with bitter thick, hot, slimy cum. Forgetting where I was, I savored and swallowed his salty treat, gulping it all down, hungrily nursing his cock for every last drop.

Catching his breath, Julian turned off the anal vibrator and pulled his shrinking cock from my pussy. I moaned in disappointment at the sudden lack of stimulation. Some of Julian’s copious discharge was leaking out of my pussy, dripping down my inner thighs making me feel like a well-used whore.

I suddenly realized that lost in the throes of this wondrous orgasm I’d forgotten to display the old wrangler’s slimy gift on my tongue. Miraculously, nobody seemed to care. Pulling out he wiped his still oozing, slimy cock all over my face before cleaning it off using my hair.

When the wrangler was done putting his cock away, he stepped aside for the next man drawling, “Damn, that college girl can suck some dick.”

Julian slapped me hard on my ass once for good measure, snickering, “See you around Belinda,” as he stepped aside making room for the next man.

Not one to let him have the last word I mocked him, gasping, “Hey Julian, you promised me two of the best orgasms of my life, where’s the second?”

He’d set me up, taunting back, “What a greedy pleasure slut we have here, not happy with one mind-blowing climax. Admit it, that was the best you’ve ever had. I’ll give you a chance Saturday night if you beg for it. But if Becky Sue is there, I’ll take her over you.”

There were hoots and cheers from the crowd from my admission coupled with the truth that was so clearly etched in my flushed face as Julian put me in my place. Not one to easily be deterred, I eagerly opened my mouth wide, waiting, presenting myself for the next man in line while wiggling my ass enticingly. I am fully into my lifestyle change now. I was left with an empty ache in my loins that needed attention as I hungrily licked my lips, eager for my next slave-gasm. I could get used to this.

(To be Continued.)

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The highlight of this story was her serving Julian, who had wanted her in school, and whom she had blown off, and Mr. McCallister. It makes it 10 times more humiliating to be a Pleasure Slut in front of people you had been aloof too. Nice work!