I was out for a walk when the idea for an auction story came to me. I don’t know from where, probably a random hit from the land of the muses. My husband thought I was angry with him because I was walking so fast and apparently with my hands balled into fists. I wasn’t angry, I was seeing the scene where the girl was auctioned off and bought by the most beautiful man in the audience.
When I had written down the auction-bit, I considered what I would find most exciting to happen next in the weekend. Anal. So anal became the central theme for the weekend. I had a great time writing this story and I hope you’ll enjoy it too.
‘Ass for Auction’ has been released on Smashwords and is now available for purchase:
Amazon has marked this book as ‘adult’, so in response I have chastened the cover and title. The new title is ‘His for Two Nights’. And a new cover:
“Come, I’ll help you lie down.” He sat upright, helped me move from him and helped me to lie down. I was lying on my back, hands still bound. He got down next to me; our faces were almost level.
“So what are your plans for the weekend?”
“Plans?” I thought the point was that I couldn’t have any plans.
“Apart from being stuck here with me. Is there anything you’re interested in? Anything you’d like to learn?” I chewed at my lip. His hand moved between my labia and started to softly stroke my inner flesh.
“No, not really.” His stroking became more intense. “You will not hurt me, right?” He huffed.
“Look into my eyes and tell me if you think I’d hurt you.”
I looked into his eyes, but I did not understand what he meant.
“I will not hurt you. I’m no sadist.” His fingers plunged deep into my pussy. “I will, however, make you come. Repeatedly.”
He fingered me so hard I could no longer focus on his words, only on his actions. With one hand he frantically rubbed my clit while with the other he fucked me hard. My head moved from side to side on the bed.
“We will explore your limits, girl, until pleasure causes pain. We will find a lesson for you to learn.” He managed to hit spots with his fingers that seemed to be connected to my core. No one had ever made me feel like this before, certainly not with his hands in a matter of seconds.
I could not fight the orgasm that was building within me. The room disappeared around me. All I knew and felt were his hands. He was relentless. I screamed when I came. The man continued to move within me, slower now. His fingers still worked their magic.
Instead of pulling out of me he continued to stroke me. I heard the slopping sounds from the juices in my cunt. When I looked at him he was focused on my body, trying to find the right angle to please me most. And he found it, again. Slightly different than before he had found a most stimulating spot. It took a bit longer this time, but again I screamed as I came.
Two whole seconds. That’s all he gave me to recuperate. Then his hand started to move again, this time with his other hand on my clit. My skin was so sensitive from the orgasms. I could not keep still. My body was moving back and forth while my moans became louder. At last all I could utter was: “No, no, no.” Yet he kept on moving and I reached my third orgasm in a row.
He stroked my stomach as I calmed down. The hand between my legs was about to start moving again; it was already stroking my labia.
“No, no, please,” I begged him.
“No? Not one more?”