Kat stood in the hot, bright glare of the spotlight and smiled beguilingly down upon the audience. From speakers at the side of the stage, Robert droned a litany of increasing numbers, drawing bids from the crowd. Kat glanced towards Robert and mouthed 'How much?' in his direction. He held up his hand with three fingers extended.
"Do I hear three thousand? Three thousand five? Four thousand?" he droned, rapidly.
Kat moistened her lips and slowly began to unbutton the front of her white silk blouse, easing the material further and further apart, so that the bidders could catch a glimpse of the deep cleft between her ripe breasts. She smiled more widely, then pouted sexily, as the bidding became livelier. She had suggested in her office that they could have an auction of promises, to raise money for the local cancer hospice. The idea had taken off and soon she had more pledges of help than she had believed possible. They wanted to raise ten thousand and, Kat thought, they had stood a slim chance of raising that amount, until Robert had suggested that they could have a second auction, this time of more adult orientated promises. Karen had already raised seventeen hundred with the promise of a striptease and a blow-job, with her lucky boss (how made the winning bid) watching her swallow a thick wad of his cum.
Kat, in friendly rivalry with her friend, had promised an intimate evening, with the highest bidder purchasing her every conceivable service and it looked as though she would raise most of the money for the hospice on her own.
Robert was coaxing even higher bids from the audience, including the current highest from the personnel director, a tall willowy blonde woman who, it had always been rumoured preferred to party with busty brunette women, very much like Kat. Kat hoped that her bid would be bettered, as she had heard rumours that the personnel director not only preferred women, but took great delight in beating them cruelly. Kat recalled watching her latest conquest, a pretty young brunette who had thought that an affair with a director would open company doors for her, wincing as she sat down behind her desk and barely able to sit still.
Kat sighed silently as the personnel directors bid was beaten, first by five hundred and then six hundred. By the time the bidding finally slowed to a halt, Kat had raised a pledge of seven thousand. As Robert brought down his gavel for the third, and final, time, Kat slowly buttoned her blouse and turned, with a sexy tip of her hips, to sashay sinuously off the platform. As she passed behind him, Robert handed her an envelope with a hotel key and a slip of paper with a room number on it. Leaning back he spoke softly to her.
"They want to collect their promise right away, that's their room number," he murmured.
Kat hurried backstage and made her way quickly up the plushly carpeted stairs. The room number was on the fifth floor of the hotel, two floors above the large conference room that they had hired for the auction. Kat could feel her heart fluttering in her chest as she raced up the staircase, though whether from excitement, nervousness, or just the effort of running up the staircase, she would never be able to say. The fifth floor was deserted and quiet, not a sole in sight and Kat paused in the corridor to catch her breath, for a moment, as she scanned along the doors, deciding whether to turn to her left or her right. The room she was looking for was to her right, in fact a corner suite rather than a room. She slid the electronic key into the lock and pushed the door slowly open. The suite was dark, only the pale silver moon shedding a wan light through the open drapes. A faint, expensive, tang of a man's cologne tickled the back of her nostrils, with an underlying hint of male muskiness. The door clicked shut behind her and Kat took another step into the room. The bedclothes had been turned right down to the bottom of the bed and Kat could see the smooth linen of clean sheets in the moonlight. She took another step into the room, and stood by the couch in the main room.
"Hello," she called, "I'm Kat. Yours was the winning bid. Is anyone here?"
"Good evening Kat," a deep voice murmured from the darkness behind her, "Don't move, just relax and we'll have a wonderful evening together."
Kat turned a little, straining her eyes into the darkness of the main room. A dark shadow seemed to move closer, a blacker patch in the gloominess. She opened her mouth to speak, but a finger pressed lightly across her lips silenced her. She felt a soft velvet cloth wrapped over her eyes and tied behind her head and a shiver of excitement rippled through her. This promise looked as though it would be as pleasurable for her as for the mystery bidder who had bought her for the night. She felt warm fingers touching the silk of her blouse, unfastening the buttons and sliding the slick material out of the waistband of her skirt. The air in the room was pleasantly cool and Kat felt her nipples swelling and hardening as the fingers curled around the taut globes of her breasts. She stood, motionless as he pushed the material of her blouse down her arms and then unfastened her bra, scooping her breasts out of the cups and lifting them upwards. She groaned as she felt hot breath on the points and then a flicking of his tongue over the point of her nipple.
Her bra and blouse fell to the floor and Kat felt fingers unfastening her skirt, letting it fall around her ankles. The black lace of her panties clung to the smooth skin of her pussy, damp and sticky from the juices that were leaking slowly from between her pussy lips. Kat felt fingers sliding under the material and easing her panties down her legs, leaving her naked, except for her hold-up stockings and heeled pumps. The warm fingertips danced over her smooth skin, tracing a line either side of the neatly trimmed strip of dark curly hair that rose, like an exclamation point, from the hood of her clit. The fingers moved lower, stroking the swollen, fleshy lips of her pussy, feeling the dampness that had oozed over them. Kat moaned softly as she felt the fingers slide between the tops of her thighs and press between the lips of her pussy.
For a moment, the hands released her and then she felt the touch of his damp fingertips on the rounded swell of her buttocks, teasing them apart so that he could caress the cleft between them, from the top of her spine to the dark rosebud of her anus. She felt the pressure of his exploring finger against her asshole and sighed as she bore down a little, letting the tip of his finger slip into her back passage. The finger moved again and she felt cool air against her asshole, and then a cool wetness as he pressed a finger's worth of lubricant into her tight ass. She shivered as he worked his finger slowly into her asshole and stretched the tight ring, probing her hot ass.
Kat felt the finger sliding out of her ass and then the movement of air in the room as he stepped away from her. Footsteps whispered against the carpet and a bed creaked as weight shifted upon it. Kat jumped as hands grasped her arms firmly and the voice she had heard when she first entered the room spoke again.
"I think everything's ready," he said, "bring her over."
Kat almost cried out as she felt her legs swept from beneath her and she was carried, in a long swooping movement, through the air. The movement stopped and Kat felt herself suspended by strong hands on her arms and thighs. Kat tried to relax as she felt herself lowered gradually, and fingers gently spread the cheeks of her ass, opening the cleft and pressing against the centre of her anus. She gasped as the tip of a hard cock was pressed between her cheeks and against the dark rosebud of her asshole. The hands gripped Kat firmly, stopping her slightest attempt to struggle or wriggle. Relaxing her body, Kat yielded to the supporting hands as they lowered her onto the cock, pressing harder against the entrance to her back passage. Kat moaned long and softly as she felt the head of a cock stretching her tight asshole and slowly penetrating her. A tiny gasp slipped from her lips as the rim of his cockhead slipped past the tight ring of her anus and into her ass. The pain was momentary and she sighed at the feeling of fullness as she was lowered onto his cock, until her feet touched the carpeted floor and she could feel the mat of hair on his torso pressed into the soft skin of her back. Her head hung back, her mouth open as she gasped in delight at the feeling of his hard cock filling her backside.
Panting, Kat tried to push upwards and arch her back, so that she could feel the movement of his hard cock inside her ass. Before she could move though, the hands on her thighs lifted her legs and, as her weight drove the cock further into her asshole, she felt her thighs being spread wide. She felt the bed shift again as another weight rested on it, between her splayed thighs. She felt a hard, smooth-skinned chest pressing on her breasts, crushing her aching nipples and the blunt tip of a hard cock nuzzling between the lips of her throbbing pussy. Kat moaned in the back of her throat as her pussy was filled with a hot, slippery cock, stretching her and piercing her as the man on top of her bore down, filling her.
"Fuck, girl," a deep voice gloated in her ear, "You've sure got a tight cunt!"
