Leased Women Nude Auction Pt. 03 - Sealing Contracts

(Lori has just been auctioned off, nude. Her leased, unclothed body will be shared between the mysterious Zelda and the brash Dennis. She is about to willingly sign away her right to wear clothes, as well as her personal freedom:)

How would I continue this story if I was writing as the wicked Charlotte?

'She had done it. She had stripped herself quite nude, deliciously danced naked for her eager bidders, boldly exposing every precious part of her that made her a woman. Now her--what does she call him? Her leaseholder? No: her owner. Her owner was carrying her naked in his strong, muscular arms... taking her to officially sign away three months of her precious life to be in naked servitude to his every wicked, masculine whim.'

The only difference between the above fantasy and reality? Replace the name of the wicked girl above... I'm Lori. I'm twenty-two, above average in intelligence and allegedly way above average in looks--and I really was being carried naked into a room so that I would sign away my right to wear clothing--as well as my personal freedom--for the next three months.

I would officially become nothing but a naked 'pleasure girl' leased out through Central Pink Inc.

I have long, wavy auburn-brown hair, deep blue eyes that men describe as "dreamy," and I'm told that I am quite the long, leggy, and slender little thing, measuring in at 32B - 24 - 32.

My face was happily buried in Dennis's strong shoulder as we entered a conference room. The white room theme continued in here: the floor was alternating white and gray tiles; the conference table was gray with specks of pink and blue.

That pink and blue matched the plush office chairs. As Dennis carried me to one of the pink chairs, I was puzzled. These chairs were constructed differently; the arms just looked strangely angled and there were extensions like pedals springing out from the bottom of the seats.

"I'll sit down first and show our special angel how it's done."

I looked up, startled. I had to wipe my eyes and try to stop my silly bawling. It was the Corporation's stunningly blonde, blue-eyed receptionist--and she was completely nude.

Denise came up to me as soon as Dennis reluctantly let me down. She hugged me hard and kissed me full on the lips and my god: I just wanted to lose myself in the sweet, sexy warmth of that voluptuously naked body as her big bouncy boobs crushed against mine.

Denise was grinning constantly as she pulled her chair out for me to watch. As she leaned her bare ass back, she simultaneously lifted up and spread out her long, muscular legs. I then saw that the arms of the pink chairs were actually knee rests. Then Denise must have pressed an unseen button and the pedal-like extensions... extended. Denise put a foot atop each pedal.

"Curtis," she said playfully, "would you strap me in?"

"I would be honored."

The silver-haired auctioneer and experienced handler of nude women wrapped each of Denise's sweet feet in attached Velcro straps.

He stood back and gazed down upon her curvy, blonde, wide-open nakedness.

"As always, an exquisite sight!" Curtis leaned down and played with each of the sultry nude receptionist's surprisingly soft nipples as she grinned and wriggled. "I well recall that day I auctioned you off; I still do not remember a girl who clung to me so hard and blushed so very much."

He toyed with her between her legs, lightly stroking her long slit up and down.

"But then," Denise addressed me as Dennis was getting me all settled in my own pink display chair, "when it came to my sex act, I said I wanted to blow Curtis."

"So there I was," Curtis continued, "slacks and boxers around my knees, as this sweaty little blusher eagerly sucked me off."

Curtis stood up between her open legs, looking down at her. He took both her hands and bent down and they sweetly kissed.

"You were my father figure--then and now." Denise gushed. "You held my hand so tightly, you got me through it all."

I considered Denise's description of Curtis as her father figure.... and her desire to suck his penis. Things that make you go: 'hmmmm.'"

Dennis, meanwhile, had me all strapped in, legs spread. He leaned in and kissed me too. His hands were roaming all over my body, but especially from my sloppy hole to my bulging out lower lips, then to my pert breasts with nipples turning bright red as they went on high beam.

I glanced over at a sudden movement and saw Zelda settling into her own pink chair. That older, more full-figured all-over woman was even more stunning up close.

She remained fully dressed.

"You're not..." I started.

Zelda laughed. "I am a guest, little one. Not a pleasure girl, and not a female employee! Female guests are permitted to keep their silly clothing on--if they chose to do so!"

Curtis was smiling as he walked over to me. My Dennis graciously stepped aside for him and stood behind me, massaging my bare shoulders and constantly kissing my head.

Curtis took over playing with my bulging lips as he spoke, standing between my legs.

"How do you feel... being this way?"

"I love it!" Now I was gushing. (Better than crying!) "I just feel so... naturally nude, and so loved. I want to invite the whole world in to see what you're touching."

He laughed. "You truly are our naked angel! Your exquisite performance this morning set the tone for all of our future nude auctions." He let his fingers fall into the tight wet pinkness between my lips. Then he surprised me by suddenly poking three fingers into my still-leaky love hole.

"Women show us their legs, their shoulders, their bellies and their backs. And we're supposed to be thrilled. This--"

His fingers curled inside me, pushing up to my G-spot. I helplessly pushed my body to him.

"This is... the source of all human life, the sacred place that we foolish men spend our lives attempting to crawl back into. This is the most beautiful few square inches in our universe... this is what every woman should be constantly exposing."

"All of this pussy-love talk is fine, dear Curtis, but some of us have papers to sign!"

Curtis bowed his head to Zelda.

"I get... carried away by all of this beauty... still, after all of these years, undressing them, handling them, fingering each of their pretty holes. The looks I get: eyes wide, mouths hanging open at my boldness... I cannot get enough of that; I live for those tender looks."

He looked into my eyes as he suddenly pushed his fingers even deeper into me. I gasped and said something like "Oh! Oop!"

"Did you just say 'oh oop'?"

I nodded.

"She is fucking adorable! I envy you Dennis: three months of training this sweet thing's naked body to respond to your every whim, your most wicked desires."

"Why don't you retire?" Dennis questioned. "Lease every sweet naked girl you want--multiple girls--have some dirty fun in your old age!"

He shook his head sadly as he pulled his fingers out of me. He licked them, slowly.

"Oh no; I would fall so much in love with every single one of them, just as you've fallen so deeply for this one."

Dennis turned away.

"Your tell is... you lose that 'ugly American' persona that you so effortlessly put on. You love this one. So: go ahead and love her!"

Curtis went back to his chair and sat down.

Denise took a short pile of papers and passed them around in the ensuing silence.

"This--naked angel Lori--is our standard agreement. You acknowledge that you are the leased, unclothed property of Dennis L., from three months starting tomorrow. In addition" (another set of papers) "Dennis L. is subleasing your unclothed body, no more than once every seven days, and for no more than eight hours, to Zelda A."

"I will take you away from sleeping with the other naked pixies for just one night. I will teach you special lessons. You will hold me naked all night, and, whenever we awaken together, you will demonstrate what you have learned for me--and with me and to me."

I just laid myself back, smiling at Zelda.

"I can't wait. I'm already so happy that I can be right here, naked in front of everyone; I just can't wait to make everyone as happy as I am, with my body... my naked body."

I passed all the papers along. My Dennis leaning over me as we signed, squeezing a breast, kissing a shoulder, or casually brushing my furry pubic hedges every time. And I was leaning back into him, nuzzling into his warmth, into his powerful masculine scent and presence.

Denise took a third set of papers in hand.

"These are the specific rules and regulations re your naked servitude on Dennis's estate. Dennis: why don't you sit down--blue chairs are for boys, by the way--and explain to Miss Lori some of your unique rules."

My Dennis plopped down to my left. He immediately ran his right hand from my left foot on the chair pedal--tickling my toes--on up to my thigh above my knee.

"Oh my dear girl:" he whispered, "what have you done to me? You're my sweet naked angel, and I doubt that I can wait until your delivery tomorrow!"

"Maybe we won't have to wait!" I whispered back.

His eyes widened. He blinked.

"Uhhh... as to your special restrictions." He squeezed my left thigh. "Of course: no clothing of any kind; not even shoes or flip-flops or hiking shoes or sneakers when you go on nature walks. Minimal jewelry is awarded to pixies who have shown exemplary behavior. Pixies who play nicely with guests and staff: nicely sucking, nicely stroking, and always presenting their pert bottoms for everything from love taps to their use as fleshy bongos--you will be loved, and rewarded.

All my pixie's performances are reviewed every day, for sexual availability, naked playfulness, and bodily creativity. Good performances, as I said, are rewarded; poor performances--and your rear ports of entry will be publicly proclaimed as open to all.

You'll all sleep naked together in a huge, custom bed. No sheets or blankets are allowed: use the warmth of another girl's body.

Morning showers are closely monitored by staff. No towels are provided; instead, pixie-sized hot air vents will dry off each pink or brown or olive wet little body.

You will be injected with a powerful contraceptive that actually resets your monthly cycles. My naked female doctor examines each pixie frequently. Your body temps are taken remotely each night, then you will bend over your bed for your temps to be taken anally, by a trained staff member.

Doc will personally fit each pixie with a 12-hour menstrual cup; she will insert and remove as needed. You'll wear a red star around your pretty neck during that time, indicating that your gooey center should be temporarily avoided."

"You must tell her about your vineyard; your precious winery!" Zelda proclaimed.

Dennis smiled as he gripped my hand even harder.

"It's too far away for my pixies to walk; the limo will deposit you all, giggling and nude, right outside the outbuildings. The young men rush up and slather you all over with sun screen. Twenty young men, so four or five clinging to each naked girl. They take you into the vineyard and show you the basics: looking for damaged vines, propping up weak points.

Everyone picnics on blankets by a bubbling brook. The girls who are ready, you take one or more eager young men by the hands as they lead you behind the trees and show you their love.

Late afternoon, and you're all sweaty and exhausted. Into the cool winery amongst the barrels and the nude grape stomping begins. Five naked girls are soon covered with grape bits and purple juice. The young men strip down and stand just outside the vat. They make bets as to what part of which girl their hot semen will hit as they cum. The girls are all expected to scoop up that hot cum and mix the sticky white with the sticky purple all over their bodies.

Hot showers are shared, and your skin will be raw as the men scrub you toe to head with natural sponges and wood-scented soaps."

I was breathing hard and gripping his hand harder.

"This is my dream; this is my fantasy. You--all of you--are bringing every one of my fantasies to beautiful life. I love you all!"

I was getting all teary-eyed again. Women are made to self-lubricate, and it starts with our teary eyes.

"Well..." Curtis cleared his throat. "We do have a rather interesting tradition in 'sealing' the contracts."

"Curtis!" Zelda narrowed her eyes. "I'm not really..." She glanced over at me. "I'm not sure we're all ready for that today!"

Wow. What was a woman like Zelda objecting to?

"Show our naked angel, Denise." As she got up and carried over one of the signed contracts, Curtis leaned in and gave the nude receptionist a sweet, wet kiss on each of her firmly rounded rear cheeks.

There was more going on between them than just experienced girl-handler who can't keep his hands off a pretty, naked girl!

Denise unfolded the pages to the signature page and handed me the bound documents.

"Look at the corporate symbol." She leaned back against the conference table and I couldn't help admiring the lightest, thinnest thatch of triangular-shaped pubic hair I had ever seen. It was as if she regularly gave her pussy an especially barely-there crew cut.

I looked more closely at the simple line drawing.

"It's... oh! It's a woman's vulva and... she has a prominent hood, then things close up... the lips--I guess they're lips--flare out at the bottom. Wow... and I thought it was just some stylized scribbles."

Denise took the contract back from me. She rubbed the logo lightly.

"Our tradition is, after a very acceptable contract signing, is that all those present with pussies rub a little of their juice on a contract--after climaxing."

I was: huh?

Zelda spoke up.

"I once, dear Lori, had legs like yours--believe it or not! A breeze would lift my skirts on a street corner, and there would be traffic tie-ups that would make the local news."

She looked to everyone for some support.

"I am a much bigger girl now: those legs are more like tree trunks! So please excuse me if I do not want to lift my skirt!"

"No! You're beautiful!" I exclaimed.

I turned to Denise.

"In case you haven't all heard, the naked ladies in this room are temporarily taking over. Come right over here Zelda, if you want to join us."

"Only temporary? Thank god!" Dennis said.

"You, kind sir," I pointed a finger, "will do what you're told to do."

"Yes ma'am!"

What the hell was I doing? I was in some kind of oversexed, lustful daze. I was strutting around naked with my hands on my hips. By all the grins on the men's faces, they were absolutely loving it.

"I'm putting you in charge of my pixies. God: you're perfect for the job! You'll still be a naked pixie yourself, of course, but you will supervise. I will especially need you as I expand to seven... everyone tells me that only five pleasure girls running around that huge estate is hardly enough."

I walked over to my Dennis. I leaned over him, arms on the arms of his blue chair.

"That will be enough talking from you."

I undid his belt and unzipped him.

"Scoot that ass up!"

He did. As I slowly pulled down his boxers along with his slacks, I realized this would be my first look at his penis.

It popped straight up at me as I yanked his clothes to his knees. It was at least six inches of thick, gnarly, circumcised meat. It was throbbing with his heartbeat and getting larger as I watched. I liked that.

I liked that so much I squatted down and gave my Dennis's dick a good lick and a quick suck.

"God!" he said.

"This is... the scene in the artist's colony: the models are all still naked and giggling as they clean up. The men of the village--they have other ideas. As they surround and advance on the girls, Charlotte takes over. She announces 'We will choose who we fuck... IF we even want to touch you!'

The men are so stunned, they do as she says. Then the other girls follow her lead. And, what could have been a group rape turns into a female-controlled orgy."

Denise sauntered back to Curtis as he was speaking; he had obviously committed my supposedly secret, unpublished erotic novel to memory. Denise nearly tore his designer slacks open, then pulled those slacks and his briefs down to the floor.

We were all momentarily stunned.

"Curtis?" asked Zelda tentatively, "is it always that big?"

Curtis only had eyes for Denise as she knelt between his legs and planted loving kisses all over his groin.

"Oh... oh my love. It ummm... gets to just over eight inches I guess. Oh sweet lady: I do adore you!"

Denise popped his cock out of her mouth to speak.

"Why did we wait so long? Almost three years since you 'illegally' arranged to fuck me, the night before I began my long journey to serve Mr. Kyoto."

"It was..." he shook his head. "It was foolish and dangerous then."

Denise stood up. Her face was wet, and not just from pre-cum.

"You give and give to the fucking Corporation. And all you've ever done since then is tease me. That ends now. This naked angel--" She pointed at me and her voice broke. "This little one has shown us the way."

"Beautiful." Zelda was standing between us all. "I so want to be a part of this, but: my legs; my big old butt!"

I went up to her and wrapped myself around her.

"Oh shut up! You are fucking beautiful: everyone who has a pussy down there is fucking beautiful."

I looked to Denise, who was playing not just kissy-face with Curtis, but kissy every body part.

"Come here and help me arrange ourselves around her. Get your penis-pusher up and move his chair next to mine."

"Penis-pusher?" Zelda looked amused.

"That's a Charlotte-ism,"'Curtis responded as he stood and rolled his chair over.

I sighed. "I am Charlotte; okay? Will that put an end to the chatter? I've got a half-naked man behind me whose penis is already drooping from lack of attention."

(I was lying. Dennis was looking back and forth from my rear view to Denise's front view and appeared to be quite happy.)

But hell yes: I was Charlotte. Just like Charlotte, I was amazed to discover that most males (and some females) were enthralled with my face, body and legs. So, like Charlotte, I put those items out there to see what people would do with them.

I was not impressed. It was... insert Part A into slot B; repeat as necessary. Boring.

So I created my alter ego who decided to find herself and have some excitement by attempting to explore Europe for three months--in the nude. She went from artists to photographers to nude beaches to nude resorts--and had some naked good times.

Well: now the two blue chairs were angled correctly. Curtis did have to pull his pants up temporarily; as he sat down, he very properly pulled them back down again.

Good. The stage was set.

I sat back on Dennis's lap until I could feel his cock against my naked ass. I looked to Denise but we were now in sync. She was not only up against Curtis's meat offering, she was rubbing him up and down with her bouncing rear cheeks.

I motioned Zelda closer until she was within arms reach of each naked girl.

"How does your skirt come off? Hmmm... belt and button..."

"I am not prepared under there!" Zelda protested. "Usually, they leave me out of their sealing nonsense."

I paid her no attention. My hands were at this incredible lady's waist. I looked up at her.

"Your skirt is about to fall to the floor."

I tugged her nearly floor-length garment down without resistance. As I saw her thick, dark, and bushy jungle emerge, I involuntarily pushed back against Dennis's penis and began rubbing.

The skirt fell off completely and she quickly bent and threw it on the table. Her legs were massive but powerful and shapely.... but that bush... I could smell her arousal. I pushed in to her fur with my fingers about midrange and that jungle parted in protruding folds of hot wet pink.