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Simone Leigh
Coffee Break Erotica - Erotic Short Stories, For Less than the Price of your Latte.
Coffee Break Erotica - Erotic Short Stories, For Less than the Price of your Latte.

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'The Virgin - Auctioned'

Book 1 of the 'Buying the Virgin' Series

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A note is passed to the auctioneer. He holds up his hand. “A pause please Gentlemen. I am getting the message from several sources that for them to be willing to bid any higher, they want to be able to see more.” He addresses me directly. “Charlotte. It is entirely your choice, but are you willing to undress at this stage, on the podium? It will almost certainly help you to bring a better price.”

“Undress now? All the way?”

“It’s up to you Charlotte. No-one is going to make you. But the better they can see what they are buying, the better your chances.”

I nod, gulping. Except for the black leather collar at my throat, I am dressed sexily but demurely, not showing too much beyond displaying a bit of cleavage with a low cut blouse. The hall falls silent as I unbutton the blouse and let it fall to the floor. My skirt follows, leaving me skimpily dressed in black lace bra and panties.

“C’mon.” shouts a voice from the back. “Let’s see the rest.” Oh God, don’t let it be him….

Flushing, I unclip my bra, releasing my large pendulous breasts. It feels no better, seeing appreciative, and sometimes calculating looks from some of the faces in front of me.

Slipping fingers inside my panties, I slide them down to join the puddle of clothes on the floor. I hadn’t anticipated this, thinking that I would at least be in private with whoever my owner of one week was going to be.

Naked, I stand in front of my audience, trying to stand straight and thinking that I should be wanting to burst into tears.

Oddly, I don’t.

The attack of nerves that has been holding for the last two days is fading away and is being replaced with a kind of anticipation. My trembling is turning instead into a kind of quivering.

It dawns on me that I am actually beginning to enjoy this.

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'The Master's Maid'

Book 1 of the 'Bought by the Billionaire' Series

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I stammer "I'm sorry. I was so hot. I'll go now...."

"Oh no need to be so fast" he says, grinning. "Finish your shower. Is there er, anything you would like to tell me?"

"Please don't tell anyone. I'll lose my job"

He smiles. "Is that right? Yes I suppose it wouldn't look good would it. Maid caught using guest facilities". He steps forward, still smiling. He really is very attractive, deep blue eyes against tanned skin, and tall. "Are you going to make it worth my while not to tell anyone?"

One finger hooks itself around the top of my towel. He tilts his head to one side as he moves still closer and his other hand takes a curl of my long, wet hair, twiddling it around a finger. “Beautiful hair you have there.” he says.

"I have to get back to work" I stammer. "I have other rooms to do"

"I'll tell the manager I had some extra cleaning for you to do - there's no hurry. I'm sure the hotel would expect you to - service - the guests first….."

The finger tugs, ever so gently at my towel. It parts, then slides down to the floor.

His eyes, meeting mine, smile as they follow the downwards path of the towel. I vaguely clutch at the damp cloth, but my heart isn't in it and the towel continues its journey south.

"I think you owe me something" he says and the towel finger wanders downwards between my breasts. I feel I ought to be frightened, but instead, my pulse is beginning to race.

He reaches back and pulls the tie from the rack. Quickly he binds my wrists together, glancing briefly up into my eyes as he does so, for a sort of permission, and then pulling up my arms over my head, attaches my bound wrists to the shower wall fitting. He stands back and cocks his head, admiring his handiwork. I stand there, naked as the day I was born, stretched up and tied for the perusal of a complete stranger. I am growing warm and wet.

His eyes lock to mine. "And now Milady, let's see how well washed you are.

Placing one hand on a breast, he starts kneading as his mouth lowers to the other, first to suckle, then nibble the nipple. His tongue circles, flicking the nipple to hardness. When he seems to feel he has a satisfactory result, his mouth and that tantalising tongue move to the other nipple, while a hand slides over my stomach, descending. I feel him outlining the curve of my waist, over my hip and belly. His fingers entwine themselves in my curls before slipping in between my thighs.
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