The Sale

Oh my god. I was being fucked and at any moment I'd have a cheering audience looking up to see my uncontrollable ecstasy and my tits swinging about.

"I fucking love your pussy. So tight and wet."

My knees went weak as I got closer. Only the window frame and Hanna held me upright.

"I fucking love feeling the clench around my fingers."

Her hand left my mouth at the exact moment I cried out, the sound coming louder than I'd planned.

"Fuuck."

Heads turned upwards but Hanna had stepped away and I fell back in time, landing on my arse beneath the window.

"You bitch."

Hanna was in hysterics.

"Sorry." She said.

"But you're always at that window. I couldn't resist."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm nailing it shut tomorrow."

Seven

The next month I went back to the club on the Monday. Me and Hanna together, hand in hand. This time I reasoned it as a night's work. No different to filing customer accounts, or filling shelves in a supermarket. I wasn't as nervous and we sat in the bar for a bit and watched the young lads parading themselves and the bids rolling in.

By the time I went backstage and stripped off I was horny. Looking at all those young cocks had me wet and ready to be fucked. I was settled in my mind now. I would do this twice a month and dance on Thursdays. It was work. Nothing more. But it paid handsomely and I had the rest of the time for fun.

Whole days we ate and drank, sat on the beach, or had the best sex any two people could have. I didn't miss England one bit. And even when it rained in this beautiful country it was never cold. I loved getting wet when it did. I loved dancing in the rain with a thin dress clinging to my body, near transparent while Hanna cheered me on.

But Monday was work. I'd parade and I'd perform for whoever paid the most. It wasn't love. It was sex. A bodily function as Hanna put it. Love was what I had for her. That was emotional. And much as being fucked by a stranger would be pleasurable, it was only with Hanna that I attained total bliss.

This time I was confident when the cloak dropped. I walked the stage naked, unashamed. I knew I looked good and I knew the eager crowd were staring with a hunger that I was generating. I felt my senses heightened and I was much more aware of my body. But this time it was in a good way. I kept my poise and felt exhilarated that so many people desired me.

I was a little taken aback when I saw who had won the bid for me that night. I glanced at Hanna as her man put a collar around her neck to find her smirking at me. My bidder hadn't gone unnoticed.

I looked back as another collar went around my neck to find myself looking into the large bright eyes of an older woman. Perhaps forty, but still with a pretty face and dark eyes Her deeper-coloured skin was smooth and blemish-free with only the beginnings of lines showing around the eyes. Somehow they added to her exotic beauty. She was smiling with rich, glossed lips, looking pleased with herself as with a gentle tug, she led me away.

I followed, glancing down at her body. She was fit. Shapely. A wealthy woman dressed in local clothes layered over her frame.

This time I was number six and as the door closed this woman turned and admired my naked body.

"You are English, yes?"

I felt happier that she spoke my language. It was better that this time I was with someone who I could communicate with. That we could exchange pleasantries and she could tell me what she liked.

"Yes."

"You are very attractive."

She circled me like a predator, dragging the backs of her fingers over my hips, then down my back.

"Thank you."

"And are you comfortable making love to another woman?"

She came around to stand in front of me and started peeling away her clothes.

"Yes. It's not ... new to me."

I stared as she revealed herself. Massive tits that sat high on her chest with large nipples. Her hips were wide and she had fine legs. A small bush framed her pussy, just hiding the surrounding flesh from my eyes.

"That is good.

I like a girl who knows how to please a woman."

She turned away and climbed onto the bed, crawling so that I could see her slit until she rolled and lay on her back. She held her hand out to me and opened her legs wide.

With a deep breath, I went toward her. It was work I told myself as I positioned my face between her thighs. Delightful work.

"Such soft lips." She said as I planted feather-like kisses on her inner thighs.

I kissed her raised muscle more firmly, sucking her flesh to tickle her. I felt the tremble in her and moved higher. My tongue licked the gap between the top of her thigh and the swelling of her vulva. I breathed in the scent of her adjacent sex. Sweet. Earthy. Womanly.

"So gentle."

Her hand went to my head, curling my hair around her fingers. It gently guided me onto her pussy and I ran my tongue along her slit for the first time. Already I tasted her juices.

"Uhhh. So wonderful."

I reached up with my hands and grasped those tits. They filled my hands and spilt out around my fingers as I gave them a gentle squeeze. I pressed my tongue harder along her crack and felt a thrill as I quivered.

"Ohh. Yes.

Do that some more."

I delved deeper, parting her pliable flesh and licked around the neck of her tunnel. Sweet juices coated my tongue and sensed her twitches of excitement.

I brought a hand back down and fingered her. Slow and precise, searching out the spots that had her muscles clenching while my mouth continued to suck at her flesh.

Somehow she flipped us, and I found myself on my back with her laid down my length. As I lifted my head to find her tasty pussy again, she went to work on me.

"Uhmm."

Slow and methodical, her expertise lifted me and had me squirming beneath her.

"Uhh."

My legs came up, hooking over her back as I opened myself to her, willing her to eat me out deeply. It felt so good, and her pussy was so soft on my lips.

I was on the edge of cuming when we stopped and changed position. We scissored. Not so easy if you weren't experienced, but I'd done it a few times. And it was evident this woman had more than a few. It was an effort to grind ourselves together but so worth it to stare into her eyes as my heat rose and rose.

"That's so good." She whispered holding my gaze.

"Such a soft pussy."

I was gyrating my hips and holding onto her shoulder. Her tits swayed before my eyes. Big, thick nipples pointed at me from large deeply coloured areola. I couldn't decide whether to stare at them or look into her eyes.

"Uhhh.

I think I'm going to cum." I muttered as the feelings in my groin seemed to leap towards a crescendo I couldn't control.

A hand tightened on my leash and held me upright. Her face was only inches from mine. I could hear her laboured breathing and smell her sweet, used air as she let them go.

"Oh god."

"That's it." She said.

"Cum."

Her hips ground harder, pressing our pearls together.

"Look at me. Let me see your soul as you cum."

I couldn't hold on any longer.

"Uhhh."

Staring into her eyes, I shuddered and lost my rhythm as a wave of ecstasy raced over me. I came hard. Perhaps an hour of careful play had lifted me to this point and I was full of sexual energy that released all at once.

"Fuck."

I was still in that dead zone where my head couldn't connect to reality as she pushed me back into the bed and sat across my face, pressing her hot, sodden pussy to my mouth. I put my tongue out and she came the moment it connected with her bean.

"Uhhhhh."

Juice ran from her as though I'd squeezed an orange, filling my mouth and covering my chin. I lapped it up and swallowed, wanting every drop of her essence.

After, we lay next to one another, gently touching and stroking each other's hair. Every occasionally we kissed and I stole opportunities to squeeze her tits or tweak one of those big nipples.

"That was lovely." I said.

I always had a connection after sex. It didn't last long generally, but in the immediate aftermath, I loved being with my partner and having him or her look at me. It was a moment of deep satisfaction and pleasure where my body confidence was at a peak. I knew I was a looker, but it was always in this moment that I felt truly beautiful. And even with this woman who I'd met just a couple of hours earlier, it was the same.

"Did I please you?" I asked wanting to hear reassurance I'd been what she had expected.

She smiled and toyed with my hair.

"More than you can imagine."

"So are girls your thing? Or just an occasional?"

She shifted her position, sitting higher up the bed and guided me to lay my head on her belly.

"I have a husband." She said.

"He has so many women. He travels and picks them like you and I would pick flowers in the park. I find my own pleasure now."

"Does that bother you?"

"No. He's boring. So I come here. Sometimes the boys. Sometimes the girls.

Mostly the girls."

"Well. I'm glad you decided on girls tonight."

I stared down her body at those legs. So womanly. I felt like a schoolgirl in comparison. And higher up, just a little in front of my eyes was her neat little bush. Trimmed and shaped but also the mark of a mature woman.

"I'm glad also.

English girls are very rare. I can only remember one other. And the American of course."

I knew instantly she meant Hanna. And that at some point Hanna had been her purchase for a night. Conventionality said I should have been jealous but instead, it made me feel closer to both of them. A strange feeling that made no sense as the idea that we'd both licked this woman's pussy made me hotter.

"German girls are more common. But I don't like them much."

I reached out and brushed my fingers through the coarse hairs. I'd never been with a girl who hadn't been shaved or waxed smooth. It intrigued me.

"What's wrong with Germans?" I asked.

"Arrogant. They forget they are paid for." She tugged my leash and I turned to face her.

That hurt a little. A reminder that until the sun rose I was property. A slave she was looking down at as she commanded me to begin pleasing her again.

"Now kiss my breasts.

Make them ache for your lips."

That wasn't hard for me to do. Massive mounds that were firm and so nicely shaped. Caressing and kissing them was a joy that I eagerly set my attention to.

Already I was feeling the need to cum again.

"Tell me what to do. Tell me how to please you."

I was becoming relaxed with the idea I existed to be just an object of pleasure. I wanted to be commanded.

Hanna was waiting for me outside when I left the club.

"So. How was he?" I asked.

Hanna grinned.

"A fucking machine. I'm sore.

I'm sure he took something beforehand. No one can hammer away like that for hours and not cum.

But you. Your first woman. A real woman. Not some girly thing like me."

"First?" I raised an eyebrow.

"First that's paid for it.

And older.

Did you like it?"

"It was ... different.

Doesn't mean I don't still want you."

I leaned forward and kissed her to reassure her she didn't have competition.

"But yeah. It was great. And fucking hell, she paid nearly fifteen hundred for me. Can you believe that?" I said excitedly.

Hanna smirked at my shock but didn't look surprised.

"That's Isabella. She's very rich. Everyone around here knows her. Her family owns all the vineyards around the town. There's rumours she bathes in wine."

I had a vision of her in a bathtub out in the open. White wine splashed over her body and running down those tits.

"Before or after it's bottled?"

"No idea. But imagine that. Drinking wine those massive tits have been washed in."

"I could do that. Those were amazing."

"Not too amazing I hope. I can't compete with those."

"Don't be jealous.

They were fun to play with for a few hours. but yours are the ones I want to suck forever."

"Even when they're saggy?"

"Even then."

"Oh look. My two favourite Western girls together. "

I don't think either of us had expected to find Isabella when we turned around. But there she was, looking even more exotic in the brilliant morning sunshine.

"Hi." Hanna said unfazed.

"Oh my god."

I was shocked. Isabella was my client. Was that the right word? I couldn't think of another. And I hadn't expected to see her again. Certainly not so soon.

"It's been a while Hanna."

"It has. But never forgotten."

Her eyes came back to me.

"And now your pretty English friend.

So let me ask. Are you two together?

Lovers?"

"Yes." I said proudly.

Next to me Hanna took my hand and smiled in agreement.

"If I'd known, I might have arranged for you to entertain me as a couple."

"Can you do that?" I asked.

"Wouldn't you have to bid for the both of us separately?"

Isabella smiled.

"All things can be arranged for a price.

Come. Let me buy you dinner. And perhaps a bottle of my fine wine."

I glanced at Hanna who looked just as taken by this wealthy woman's interest in us as I was.

"Okay. We'd love to."

She inserted herself between us and we linked arms. So wasn't so much older really. Perhaps she was forty at most, but I felt a little like we were her daughters as she led us deeper into town.

It was a restaurant we hadn't been to before. Looking at the prices I could see why. This was somewhere only rich people like Isabella frequented. Probably where the bidders from the club gathered before their evening of entertainment.

The waiter knew her, greeting her by name as he showed us to what he described as his best table.

"A bottle of my favourite please." She said.

"We'll order when my friends have tasted my best juice."

I looked down, grinning as her eyes fell on me. I'd already tasted her best juice just a few hours earlier as far as I was concerned.

"Perhaps second best."

My eyes shot up to meet hers as I realised she had chosen her words more carefully than I had imagined.

Beside me, Hanna giggled.

"Don't mind me. I'll make do with the wine."

I looked over at her.

"I don't think it's anything you haven't already experienced."

She met my gaze.

"No. No, it's not."

She turned away to look at Isabella and when I followed I saw the woman's lips fighting a smile, entertained by our thoughts of having licked her pussy.

"The wine is all I can offer in public." She said as the waiter returned.

"This is a very rare wine."

She picked up the open bottle and poured it across the three glasses not caring that some spilt.

"An unusual vine that is difficult to grow. Only my vineyard attempts it in this area. There are precious few anywhere in the world that try to.

I sipped it. I'm no connoisseur and most wines tasted much of a muchness to me, but even I could tell this wasn't something I'd pick up in the local Tesco.

"Wow.

That's ... nice."

Hanna sipped hers.

"I can taste the grapes." She said enthusiastically.

"This isn't the wine I bathe my massive tits in I should add."

I went red.

"You heard that?" Hanna said.

"Sorry."

Isabella was smiling.

"No matter. I've heard it before. It's a common rumour about me amongst the locals. A modern-day equivalent of the vampire queen bathing in the blood of virgins I think."

And to clarify. No. I don't bathe in my wine."She said with a smile.

"Or the blood of virgins." She added.

I picked up the menu deciding I should choose something to eat.

Isabella was quite entertaining. Very funny and very full of innuendos. Behind those eyes was a deep intelligence and a sense of fun. I found myself liking her even more than I had when we'd been in bed together.

"You must come to the Chateau. As my guests.

Tomorrow?"

"Really?

Hanna has said about going on one of the tours but we haven't done that yet. It'd be amazing if we came as your guests. Thank you."

I was genuinely excited by the prospect.

"The tour only shows you the vineyards and the presses. People don't come into the Chateau. That is my private space, and where the real beauty is. Though I am merely a custodian, passing it from one generation to the next. I can't claim credit for its design or even the furniture in it. That appreciation belongs to my ancestors."

"The next generation?

Do you have children?"

I hadn't seen her as a mother. Motherly, but not an actual mum. But it was obvious she would be I suppose. She was old enough and the wealthy have a sense of duty to history that often escapes the average person. They need an heir to their estate.

"One." She said.

Philippe. He is in Switzerland, finishing his schooling. But yes, one day he will take procession of the business."

"And what about your husband? Does he not run the farm?"

"It belongs to my side of the family. My husband is a banker. He is good if you want to buy shares or invest in a solar farm. But when it comes to wine ... I could serve him a bottle of Vietnamese plonk and he would not know the difference."

We chatted over dinner a local delicacy that Isobella recommended. She told us some of the history of her farm. And a story about how her home had been used by the Germans in the war.

But then dinner was over and the bottle was empty. Isobella sat back and considered us. I felt like I was being assessed by a queen.

"Tomorrow then." She said with a finality that said we couldn't refuse.

"Come on the bus. You will get a good view of the farms on the journey. Lunchtime.

We can spend the day together.

And if you're really good, I'll wash my tits with some wine before you drink it."

My mouth fell open. Then I saw the smirk breaking out across her face. She was laughing at me as she reached for her phone.

A car picked her up not long after she sent a text. A flash Mercedes. I watched her go as I thought about how nice it would be to see something of the country. My original two-week holiday had long since passed and I hadn't once left the small town yet.

"You know she intends to fuck us tomorrow don't you?"

I stared at Hanna.

"She invited us to visit her Chateau. That's all."

Hanna laughed at my fake naivety.

"That's not all she wants us to visit."

I wasn't that blind. I knew exactly what Isabella intended.

"She wants a bit of playtime with us together." Hanna added with her fingers doing a little walk along my thigh.

I trembled at the idea

"Would you be okay with that?" I asked standing up to leave.

"Would you?"

I considered it for a moment, trying to decide if it was wrong to say yes. No. Hanna compartmentalised sex. There was work and there was us. To her, this would be compartment number three. Fun. But not ... what we had together. That was separate.

"Perhaps."

Hanna laughed again.

"Oh stop being coy. Embrace it. Sex is fucking fantastic. Even more so if you let go and just enjoy it.

Leave your thong in the drawer. It'll save time."

"I always do now. You taught me that."

Her hand darted under my skirt and I skipped away, screaming as I pushed my clothes back down.

"Don't think I haven't noticed." She laughed.

"Now, how about we go home and get some practice in for tomorrow."

That sounded good to me.

Eight

It was a bus ride from town. An old single-decker that had seen better times before I was born. Much like the roads outside of town. But what was evident early on was how beautiful the countryside was. Hanna had said as much when we had first met as she hadn't been exaggerating.

Despite it not being a particularly wet country the gentle hills were a mass of greenery that stretched to the horizon below an almost unblemished blue sky. And off to the right, between the valleys, I caught glimpses of the sea. It took about an hour all the while with Hanna teasing me.

"We might do it in the vineyards." She said.