Slave auction and depravity in the penthouse.

Based on a post by jonnicat, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

After

her sex-filled day, including being filmed having a massage and

sixty-nine with the hot Ukrainian blonde masseuse, Aliona, then having

sex in her room with the two guys from the gym and the cute student kid

from the next room, Astrid was sated and slept well. For now. There was

much more to come.

She

had woken up once that night, feeling horny at around 4am, and for a

moment she was tempted to summon one of the guys back for more. But in

the end she couldn't be bothered and instead looked over some of the

many erotic vacation photos on her phone that she had relished posing

for and sharing, then had pleasured herself with her fingertips before

falling asleep again in the resulting wet patch.

In

the morning she enjoyed the now usual routine of exhibiting herself

provocatively in skimpy clothing at the breakfast buffet as drooling men

ogled her. Today she wore tiny toweling shorts that did not fully cover

her buttocks, leaving about a quarter of her pert cheeks showing,

especially when she leant over, which she took every opportunity to do.

Her top was a tight-fitting vest under which she had a sports bra which

gave her small breasts a boost and drew lots of attention to her chest.

At one point she had been standing at the fresh fruit display, opposite a

man who had been following her around the buffet eyeing her up, so she

arranged a peeled banana and two plums suggestively on her plate and

grinned naughtily at him until he blushed. Then she poured fresh rich

cream over the tip of the banana and licked her lips. Then as she walked

back to her table she passed very close by him and discreetly brushed

her hand against his trousers, having a quick feel of the hardness

there.

In

the lift up to her room, where she was standing behind her parents but

in front of another man who she knew was checking her out from behind;

she reached around behind her waist and quickly pulled down her shorts

to flash her bare buttocks at him, then looked round briefly to smile at

him as he stared open-mouthed. After that she had spent a few hours

sunbathing and swimming at the hotel pool, again proudly displaying her

hot young body from her tiny white bikini, its briefs tightly pulled up

to show the camel-toe of her cunny lips. And again she had taken a few

opportunities to expose her breasts and cunny under the water whenever

anyone swam below her. This had included a middle-aged man who, after

she had flashed her cunny to him under the water as he hovered beneath

her, had come to the surface and pointed downwards to suggest he had

something to show her too; she took the invitation and ducked under the

water to see his fully erect cock springing from his swimming shorts.

But something was missing from all this exhibitionism; she craved more; Astrid wanted to go to the next level.

She

spent the afternoon in her room, mostly messaging her best friend back

home, Amanda, sharing their fantasies and daring each other as usual.

Astrid had described her naughty behavior at the breakfast buffet and in

the lift. Amanda described how she had emulated Astrid's exhibitionism

in the clothing store changing room, by going to buy some new tennis

gear. She had asked the male sales assistant to help her and had tried

on a series of skirts and tops, each time flashing him her white

underwear until he went bright red. Then at the checkout, handing him

her panties, which were wet from the excitement. This messaging exchange

culminated in a dare that Astrid could not refuse: finally to go up to

Mike's penthouse suite and submit herself to whatever depravities

awaited her there in the big guys' hotel den. It was time to go a step

further.

So

she sent a text to Mike's lead maid Anabella, asking if she knew

whether there was a party that evening, reminding her that Mike had

invited her. The reply came almost immediately: 'Yes. Party every night.

Tonight is fancy dress with theme of Roman slave auction. I will come

get you at 9.'

That

settled it. She was going to join their party and see the show of a

slave auction. She didn't yet realize she was going to be one of the

slaves, to be at the mercy of the masters. And she could not imagine how

many times she would see, and be involved, in all kinds of wild sex up

there...

Astrid

dined with her parents, acting well the role of polite late-teen

daughter. Her folks had planned to spend the rest of the evening

watching the hotel's live entertainment, out by the pool. She told them

she would go to the nearby games room where the younger crowd hung out

playing pool and video games, even though she had no intention of

spending her evening with teens and young inexperienced men. Secretly

she tried to anticipate what adult games she would really be playing

later on, up in the party suite. Even at the dinner table she felt the

familiar ache and wetness inside her underwear.

Back

in her room she showered, brushed her teeth, put on perfume and make-up

then went to choose what to wear. Anabella had said it was Roman fancy

dress so she wondered if the maid would bring her an outfit when she

came to collect her. So for now she just put on a new pair of white silk

panties and slipped her tube of lubricant, some condoms and her phone

in a small purse.

The

door buzzer sounded. She gulped and pulled on a long baggy shirt then

went to open the door. Anabella came in with a large carrier bag. She

was wearing an elegant little black dress and black heels with red

soles. Closing the door behind her she walked over to Astrid's bed, put

down the bag then beckoned the younger woman to her. When Astrid came

close, the maid grabbed her by the shoulders, moved in close and gave

Astrid a passionate kiss full on the mouth.

'You're

gonna have fun tonight, honey,' said Anabella. 'The guys will show you a

good time!' Astrid smiled, excited but feeling a little trepidation,

not quite knowing what to expect. Anabella must have noticed the young

girl's hesitation so she added, 'Don't worry. You will have a great

time. You're gonna be a star!' Astrid remembered how Anabella had

already filmed her having sex with Mike in the beach hut and with Aliona

in the massage room - what did they have in mind for her this time?

'Put

this on,' said the maid, pulling an outfit from the bag. It was a short

white silk tunic, embroidered with images of flowers. It had no buttons

or zip at the front, only a sash to tie around the waist plus a clip at

each shoulder. Astrid took off her shirt (noticing that Anabella

admired her bare breasts as she did so) then put the tunic on over her

slender body, not bothering with a bra. Anabella added, 'You can wear

your panties. Until later!' They giggled and prepared to leave.

Anabella

cheekily opened Astrid's purse, noting the lubricating jelly and

condoms. She gave the younger woman a knowing look and nodded. 'Yes

maybe you want this. But don't worry, your masters will give you what

you need. We all do what they want.' She gave no further explanation,

just encouraged Astrid to follow her.

Anabella

led Astrid by the hand into the lift then swiped a card against a

reader to enable access to the top floor. During the ascent they kissed

again, watching themselves in the lift's mirror, giggling. The maid's

hand strayed under Astrid's short tunic and a long finger stroked

Astrid's cunny through the flimsy material of her tiny panties. She was

already wet. Astrid felt the sexy woman's buttocks and detected no

underwear through the thin material of the tiny black dress. The lift

doors opened and they went out into a well-lit and elegantly decorated

corridor. They heard music and voices from the suite at the end. A tough

looking bodyguard in black top and tight black pants opened the door

and let them in, looking Astrid up and down with lust in his hungry

eyes. She smiled at him as they passed.

The

first thing to greet Astrid as she entered the main room of the suite

was a topless well-tanned raven-haired waitress who emerged from the

crowd to offer a glass of champagne from a silver tray she was offering.

A magnificent pair of pert well-tanned breasts stood out above the

drinks tray, dark nipples hard and pointing. Astrid grinned then looked

down below the level of the tray and saw that the waitress was naked

below too, wearing only white heels and white lacy stockings held up by

suspenders around a slender waist. Her cunny was bare, immaculately

waxed, well-oiled and glossy.

A

second dark-haired waitress, equally nude, came forward to greet the

new guest, kissed her on both cheeks and led her into the room. Astrid

took a glass and sipped the bubbly. She felt all eyes on her as the

small crowd parted to let her in amongst them. She could sense her

nipples hardening with the excitement and a tingling inside as she began

to realize she was really in the lions' den now. She felt as naked as

the waitresses as a group of men scan