Center Stage

Well, it was the charity ball again, and I was first on the auction block this time, but this time, I was only permitted to wear a blindfold and not even the stilettoes I’d been allowed in the past. For me, it was even more mortifying because of my already small stature. So I’m lead out on stage via collar and leash and my blindfold and completely in the buff, and once on stage, they strutted me in a couple circles before stopping me and carefully walking me up on the auction block and instructing me to “sit”. I agreed ahead of time to do what was demanded of me, knowing that it is all for charity, but it was still difficult taking orders and from a stranger no less. I behaved and sat, and once I did they removed my collar and the auctioneer started his bid calling.

I anticipated hearing my husband’s voice first because he typically starts the bid to make sure that they are worthy, but I was astounded and a bit disappointed when the first bid came from somebody else. Not just because it wasn’t my husband’s but because it was obnoxiously high, to where it drew a gasp from the rest of the crowd. I’ve seen bids climb very high before, and those were always driven for a great cause, but this one hit the ceiling right away and ended the bidding just as hastily. I was dumbfounded because I only heard his voice during the one bid and couldn’t gather any information other than he was male and if I had to guess, I’d say he was a young professional with money to burn and used to getting what he wanted. I expected to be ushered off stage so that the auction could continue, but got nervous when my benefactor instructed them to leave me and move any further auctions to a neighboring stage. I thought for an instant that I recognized his voice, but it sounded like he was trying to mask it so that I couldn’t, plus I was so confused and terrified already because of everything being so different from the norm that I couldn’t make heads or tails of anything. The norm is being paraded around nekkid like a prize pony until all the other biddings are completed, and then the drinks and socializing before retiring up to one of the suites in the hotel, or skipping the socializing altogether, which has happened in the past. But nothing ever like this, and I felt so vulnerable and diminutive on stage, especially without my stilettoes to help make me feel powerful.

All I could hear was a cacophony of whispers and shuffling before everybody suddenly became hushed like they were privy to something I obviously wasn’t. I was so scared and didn’t know what to expect and jumped when once again the crowd gasped, and the hushed whispers and shuffling of feet again had me shaking in only my birthday suit and, oh yeah, blindfold. Most of the whispers and gasps I was hearing were coming from the female persuasion, which didn’t help my nerves, and my curiosity was nearly killing me, especially when I heard somebody walking around me. Big, strong hands squeezed my shanks as if testing the quality of meat and then more gently my breasts as if not to bruise them. He whispered into my ear not to speak and to do as I was told and then ordered me to nod my head if I agreed. I hesitated, trying to match the voice when he grabbed my mane and nodded my head yes for me. I have to admit that it made me wet and nearly forget that we were still center stage. I think that I was shaking with anticipation when he went around to my backside and being that I was still sitting straight up on my knees like an obedient dog, he pet my head and down to the small of my back and over my ass before pushing my legs apart, widening my stance and thus arching my ass just a tad too. I yelped a little as his firm hands directed my body where he wanted. I was still up on the block, which was just enough room for my new position, when he pulled me back to where he could taste me from behind. When I felt his hot breath rain down over my ass and already damp mound, my body instinctively arched more to serve him better.

The hushed, breathy exclamations and whispers from the crowd would have been deafening if my heartbeat hadn’t already been doing that while reminding me again that not only were we not alone but still center stage. But that was all forgotten when his tongue lapped me from humming clit to puckering ass before he grabbed my butt and pulled me apart before spreading me even further with his smooth shaven face. My clit was already screaming as his talented tongue jousted and his nose broke me and my dam. I couldn’t help but pour down onto his face as I pushed back instinctively, forgetting what little room I had on the block as my feet slipped off the back, causing me to sit firmly on his face. I was glad to be still wearing the blindfold so that the crowd wouldn’t see my eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he fucked me with his face while devouring my clit with his superbly dexterous mouth. He ate me like I was the meat in a rib eating contest and he certainly was winning as I waterboarded him with my first climax and again nearly shook off the block as I pictured myself howling like a bitch. I was still shaking like a leaf when he effortlessly picked me up off the block before putting back down on my feet, once again at center stage.

I was still writhing from my orgasm and still desperately hungry for more, but my legs weren’t yet cooperating or strong enough to hold me just yet, and I was happy to have his tall, lean muscular frame to lean back on. The women in the crowd were suddenly beside themselves as they were once again privy to more than I was as they cried out enviously or in team spirit or probably both. The feeling and strength in my legs were returning, and I had a feeling that I was going to need them from his still kneeling position. He then ripped off my blindfold and threw it into the crowd, and I saw women fighting over it like a prized bridal bouquet as my eyes slowly adjusted. I turned my head to see my benefactor, but he pulled my mane and hid his face in it and ordered me to lower myself as he teased me from underneath with his tantalizing rail. With one strong arm around my waist to help guide, the other lifted his formidable manhood to the gates of my, no his castle. “Down,” he ordered as his battle ram broke through my weakened gates, shattering them and my soul. I don’t know how to describe the feeling of being filled so thoroughly, but if the looks on the faces in the crowd could only speak. We were all slack-jawed and gasping for more, like we all were being broken so perfectly and anxious for more. I raised and lowered without any further instruction, with all eyes on center stage.

I didn’t think it could get any better until he moved his buffering hand away from around his cock and forced me down the rest of the way. I and every woman in the room came right there as we all exclaimed in unison, as I’m sure my face matched the beautiful ecstasy in theirs. I wasn’t long before I fucking shattered in such an orgasm that if it weren’t for his strong arm around me and strong cock supporting me that I would have fallen over if not passed right out. When he shortly thereafter growled in my ear that he too was close, I got inspired or indignant and was determined to pay him back tenfold. With my second wind I squatted as fast and hard as I could hoping to break his magnificent cock off so deep inside me that I’d be able to keep it forever. His growls turned to huffs and puffs and just knowing he was close, helped me to ignore my burning thighs, and he strumming my fat engorged clit with the hand around my waste wasn’t discouraging either as I worked for a twofer. I just beat him to the punch and came out loud like a manic goat but thankfully he held me down tight on his cock to keep from moving as he pumped in me my dues. I could feel his cock flexing as he topped off my tank and I couldn’t believe it when the crowd started applauding and demanding an on encore while we gathered ourselves and breaths still at center stage.

At last I finally turned into James and kissed him and as I sat in my baby brother-in-law’s arms and lap, I told him that he shouldn’t have spent so much but that I was very glad and flattered he had, especially for flying into town to do so for something that is always free and a pleasure for me. To which he replied that I was a very worthy cause and that he missed us before we both looked out over the crowd to see my loving husband salute us with a glass of champagne, and we all mouthed “I love you”. We love our charity galas, and this one was more than a twofer for just me and for more than the obvious reasons. Not only did my husband and I get to spend some amazing quality time with the baby brother, but after our first bid, the rest of the night was a record-breaking one for many a worthy cause.

Happy Hump Day!!