Sold!

Izumi could just make out shapes through the black silk blindfold as well as bright pinpoints of light shining down on her from above. The sounds of the crowd washed over her while she panted for breath and sweat coated her pale white skin.

"Arch your back and press your chest out!" a voice demanded and she tried not to yelp at the sharp sting of a riding crop across the back of her thighs, "Come one, arch your back!

"You can at least make those tiny tits stand out a little more!"

Izumi bit her lip and fought back against the tears that threatened to soak her blindfold. The quick, monotone voice of the auctioneer barked out numbers, prices that she barely heard while she arched her back with her wrists bound tightly behind her. The vague outline of the man with the riding crop walked in front of her and she tried to arch her back even more with the memory of the sting he was so eager to give. There was laughter and happy voices out there in the crowd, a background roar of noise like surf along an ocean shore.

It was so hard to believe that only a week ago she had been just one person in that crowd, her and Chad holding up a placard a few times, not really expecting to win the auction, but feeling the excitement, the thrill, the forbidden taboo of the possibility.

"Sold for eight hundred and thirty dollars to number fourteen!" the auctioneer suddenly exclaimed with a loud bang of the gavel.

Izumi jerked as if she had just been given an electric shock, her heart leaping into her chest while her legs shook and she had to concentrate on not falling to the ground.

"Come on!" the man with the riding crop demanded.

Izumi yelped at the sharp sting of pain across her bare ass, the chain attached to the collar around her neck jerking her along so that she stumbled across the stage. A low, continuous moan escaped her while she fought not to jerk back, to try to pull away and rush blindly towards...

Towards what?

She still couldn't understand... couldn't believe how she had ended up on that stage instead of sitting at one of the tables with Chad.

"Careful, four steps down," the barely seen man said and then gently, surprisingly gently took her by the upper arm and guided her down.

Izumi counted each of those steps in her mind, the rough sting of no skid on each tread biting into the tender flesh of her bare feet. After the last step she could feel the plush carpet while being drug across the room, sticky and damp in places from spilled drinks, spilled liquids better left unmentioned.

"Here you go," the man with the riding crop said after only a few moments, "I think I would have bid on one of the girls with bigger tits, hers are no more than mosquito bites."

"She'll serve," a deep tenor replied.

The barely seen shape of the man with the riding crop disappeared and Izumi turned her head from side to side to catch a glimpse of the person who had just spoken.

"I'm... I'm Izu..." Izumi began and then gasped at the sharp sting of pain as someone slapped the side of her breast.

"You're not allowed to speak," the tenor voice said, "Not unless I ask you a question and then you only get to answer 'yes sir' or 'no sir'.

"Do you understand?"

"Y... yes, sir," Izumi stammered with her breath catching and tears beginning to soak into her blindfold.

A sudden shape loomed up into Izumi's view, tall with broad shoulders and then she gasped as she felt hands grab her by the waist and easily pick her up off the ground.

"Oh!" Izumi gasped as she was spun around and then sat down on a table with the sharp edge digging into her ass.

Rough, callused hands grabbed her inner thighs and forced her legs apart, her face heating in embarrassment at being exposed to anyone in the crowd close enough to see. She had to bite her lip to keep from speaking, to demand that they at least go someplace more private and then gasped.

Izumi's back arched without having to be told while whiskers prickled against her inner thigh and smooth, waxed mound. She cried out at the feel of a tongue rasping slowly over her vulva and up to her clit sending a wave of pleasure through her while she squeezed her eyes shut.

"Nnnnhhhhhh!" Izumi whimpered while trying desperately to not make a sound.

How many people could see her?

Izumi felt callused fingertips pinch her hood with the hard flesh of her clit beneath. She moaned with her mouth clenched closed while those fingertips began to brush back and forth against each other, her clit squeezed and teased between them. Izumi threw back her head to stare up at the pinpricks of light she could see through her blindfold, her bound arms stretched out behind her when she felt this bearded stranger's tongue slip inside her vulva.

Izumi was tiny compared to most Americans, being a second generation Japanese immigrant she wasn't even five foot tall with long, silky black hair down to the center of her back and very pronounced tilted eyes.

She was tiny, and with her small A cup breasts would constantly get carded if she tried to buy alcohol or get into a club, with a tiny, tight pussy to match her slight build. Chad was constantly saying she was the tightest woman he had ever been with, and the three callused fingers that slipped inside of her as soon as the tongue slipped out was enough to fill and stretch her open.

"Ohhhhhh," Izumi moaned and then bit her lip when she realized how loud she was being, her face hot and flushed with embarrassment.

"Go on, I think everyone likes hearing you moaning," the bearded stranger with his tenor voice said, his fingers moving in a 'come here' gesture inside of her.

Izumi wanted to moan, wanted to cry out with the pleasure radiating from inside her body, but couldn't shake the feeling of hundreds of eyes watching her, seeing her on display sitting on top of a tabletop like some cheap trinket to be admired.

"Damn you're tight," the man said echoing what Chad told her over and over again, "You want my dick stretching that tight little pussy?"

Izumi glanced form side to side in sudden terror with only dark, half seen shapes to be seen through the blindfold. So many eyes, so many people watching her, and one of them would certainly be Chad.

"No! No, sir!" Izumi cried out, "Not here, not with everyone watching!"

"Yes sir, or no sir," the man said sternly and Izumi cried out again at the sting of a hand smacking the swell of her small breast, the pain shooting out from her tender, hard nipple, "I think I will fuck you right here, I want to watch before I take you home."

The rasp of a zipper, the rustle of cloth seemed a thousand times louder than the background noise of the crowd as Izumi panted for breath.

She had always thought Auction Night at the Velvet Door was so exciting, so erotic, every single time she and Chad had gone it never failed to peak her arousal. The women sold like cheap whores, sold to be used any way the buyer would like until dawn the next morning. Watching the women paraded up on stage, willingly humiliated, willingly sold, willingly going to be used in any way the buyer wished, it was a salve to sooth away her inhibitions, an aphrodisiac.

Watching, being titillated by all the women being sold had led to her and Chad to try swapping partners for the first time, watching each other make love while at the same time making love to a total stranger. Even leading to Izumi having Chad and another man make love to her at the same time. Chad taking her in the ass while another man fucked her, the sensation of two men moving inside of her at the same time, different rhythms, different speeds, the feel of them pressing against each other while inside of her.

So naturally it had seemed like an amazing idea when Chad had suggested that she go up on stage and be auctioned off herself. Hell, a little extra money for a weekend away or a flight to someplace warmer than the Pacific Northwest wouldn't hurt either!

And just the thought of the idea was enough to make her wet.

But now...

Rough hands seized Izumi's thighs and forced her legs apart that she was desperately trying to hold closed, grabbed her ass and pulled her forward so she was sitting right on the very edge of the table.

'Please, not with so many eyes watching!' she thought.

She felt the firm pressure of a cock pressed against her vulva, felt her traitorous, hungry pussy already so wet stretched slowly open to accept her lover and gasped at the sensation of the ridge of his glans resisting, hanging for just a moment before slipping past that tight, hungry mouth.

This bearded giant felt twice as large as Chad, her wet sheath still allowing him to glide effortlessly into her body while she threw back her head and moaned.

Voices broke out in cheers around the room, drunken voices shouting helpful hints and encouragements while Izumi's face burned a bright red.

Oh, but it felt sooo good.

Izumi wanted to reach around to grab her bearded giant around the neck, wanted to lean forward to kiss his lips, to taste her own flavor on his tongue, but only managed to jerk uselessly at the bonds still holding her wrists tightly. The man inside of her simply held himself still, his dick pressed into her body, stretching her open while she tried to thrust her hips forward onto the amazing cock impaling her.

"God, you are so fucking tiny!" her bearded giant rumbled, "So fucking tight!"

The man began to move, his hands holding onto her ass while he thrust into her and Izumi forgot about all the many people surrounding her, all the eyes watching her, forgot about Chad sitting somewhere out there and watching her perched on the edge of this table while she was fucked for everyone to see.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" Izumi cried out with each wet slap of the man driving into her.

She could feel the table moving and rocking beneath her, the thought of it tipping over flickering through her mind before being driven out with the repeated thrusts driving deep into her body.

"Look at that fucking cream!" the man suddenly exclaimed breathlessly.

Izumi was still blindfolded, but she didn't have to see to know exactly what he was talking about, the way her body responded when making love, the thick, white cream that would quickly coat her lover's shaft, build up to cover her labia and mound to the point where she could feel it flowing down her inner thighs.

Just like she could feel it running down between her ass cheeks now.

"Noooo...." Izumi cried out, her slip of the tongue going unnoticed as the man suddenly pulled out of her body.

Izumi sensed more than saw the man kneel between her legs and then her eyes widened behind her silk blindfold, the sensation of the man's tongue rasping over her vulva, sucking on her small, smooth inner lips, the tip flicking across her clit causing her to gasp and moan even louder.

"Ummmm," the man moaned as he licked her clean and then suddenly stood up to force his glans back into her gapping hole.

"Oh!" Izumi cried out at the suddenness of his penetration and then felt the man's hand take the back of her head to pull her up and towards him.

The hairs of the man's beard tickled against Izumi's chin and nose while he forced his mouth against hers, his tongue violating her mouth as he forced it between her lips. Her own musky flavor filled her mouth and she moaned into his kiss, his hips thrusting deep into her so that the table was rocking precariously.

Seconds slipped into minutes, the man repeatedly pulling out of her to quickly kneel and lick her vulva, lips and mound clean before standing and slipping back into her gapping body, repeatedly kissing her so all she could taste was her own flavor, all she could smell was her musky odor on his beard until he suddenly stiffened.

"I'm gonna cum," the man exclaimed, "Do you want me to cum inside of you?"

"Yes, sir," Izumi cried out.

The man thrust hard once, and then once more and she felt his warm seed spilling into her body, the added wetness with each slap of his dick plunging into her. Izumi could feel his seed and her cream coating her inner thighs and wanted desperately to kiss his mouth again.

"Shit..." the man gasped and then pulled out of Izumi's body, a heavy flow of cum slipping out of her gapping hole to splatter onto the carpet.

The man picked Izumi up with his hands around her waist and sat her on her feet next to the table, her legs trembling and every part of her body tingling.

"I've got you all night, don't I," the man's voice rumbled as he sat down, "I think... ah... I think you can just stand there for me until I'm ready to take you again.

"Would you like that my little China doll?"

Izumi bit her lip, blindfolded and unable to see her lover, her wrists still bound behind her with the feel of cum dripping down her inner thighs, could feel the splashes dripping onto her bare feet and thought about all the people in the crowd surrounding her, all the eyes watching her, seeing her humiliation, seeing this giant of a man's cum running out of her body and down her legs.

"Yes sir," Izumi managed to say, her face burning a bright red.

And the most surprising thing of all for Izumi was how much she meant those two simple words.