The Slave's Weekend Ch. 02

With a shoe in one hand and Frank's hand firmly gripping her wrist, Kimber was led out of the men's room back to the party. She hung her cum stained, make up smeared, face in shame. How could she have not read the contract?

When they returned to the table, Frank apologized as he took his seat. He yanked hard on Kimber's wrist and she yelped as she went down to her knees. It was then that he let her go. He resumed conversation with the men at the table, returning to ignoring her existence.

As the cum began to crust on her face, Kimber raised her head. She wanted to see if she was the only one going through this sort of humiliation. Stacey, the girl who assured her that this auction would be great for her career was dancing on a table topless wearing only a thong and heels. Several bills were stuffed into her panties by the men at her table.

Jenny, the one who pointed out the flyer to her, was sitting on the lap of a man who was in his seventies, feeding him strawberries. Melissa who joked she would raise the most money, was twerking her plump ass on her table with her dress pulled up around we waist.

Incidentally, she did not earn the most money. It had been Julie that had went or the most. Kimber scanned the room, she didn't see Julie. However, the table, where the man that had the highest bid for her, was empty.

Kimber was startled when Frank's hand began to idly stroke her hair. It brought her attention back to her own table, or, well, the table she was closest to. Frank was petting her hair as if she was a dog. Her cheeks flushed.

To her surprise, he pushed his chair back and then slapped his hand against his ample thigh. "Up girl." He commanded looking at her.

She furrowed her brow, unsure what he wanted her to do.

He repeated the gesture. "In my lap."

Slowly, annoyed, humiliated, and disgusted, Kimber raised up and slid into his lap. One of Franks hands slid around her waist while the other quickly tugged down her top revealing her lacy bra. Kimber gasped and looked at the faces of the men at the table. Surely one of them was going to protest and stand up for her.

Instead, the six other men at the table stared at her ample natural 34C breasts confined in her lacy shelf bra. Kimber wanted to raise her hands up to cover herself but thought better of it. Frank's words ringing in her ears about the contract prompted her to lower her head.

Frank's fingers reached into the cups of her bra and pulled her breasts out roughly. Kimber bit her lower lip as he meticulously pinched and twisted her right and then her left nipple. They got hard from the attention, and her sex, longing for attention after months of non-use began to heat up.

Her body's natural responses to Frank's touching embarrassed her. She wanted to hate it. She wanted to hate the way he was completely ignoring her as a person but her body loved it. Her sex wanted more.

"I love when they have natural tits. Don't you Bill?"

"Oh Frank you know I'm a breast guy! The bigger the better! Real or fake, what does it matter?"

The table burst out laughing. Frank squeezed her right breast and Kimber fought back a moan. She didn't want him to know she was enjoying this. This was a test, this was forced on her, and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"I don't think she needs to go any bigger. They look perfect on her frame." Another man chimed in.

Frank began kneading her left breast and nodded. "Yes a David you are right. Any bigger and she would just look ridiculous."

Kimber whined when she started to feel Frank's other hand pulling her dress up higher and higher. He was going back and forth kneading her breasts which was causing her to be moist between her thighs. The conversation had switched to local investments but his hands were working to expose her to the table more and more.

Once her skirt was up enough to barely cover her, Frank's hand slipped between her thighs. She tried to squeeze them shut but he turned to glare at her until she relaxed her muscles. Again Kimber's face flashed crimson and she closed her eyes trying to imagine herself in a different place.

Frank's hand slid between her inner thighs. His fingers grazed her slit and he shook his head. "Oh gentlemen, this will not do."

Kimber's eyes opened and she gaped at him. Frank stood, pushing her off his lap again. Both of his hands were on her hips and he lifted her quickly. Kimber was placed on the table. Her legs bent hanging over the edge. Before Franks hands went between her thigh sand he forced her legs open wide, he slid them up her outer thighs and tugged her panties down.

She began to protest and Frank slapped her cum stained face hard. It was a warning. Kimber's hand went to the heat on her cheek where she had been slapped. She had lost hope that anyone at the event would stop what was going on.

Frank pointed between her legs toward her swollen, aroused, glistening sex. "Do you see this mess?"

To her horror Frank stepped aside and each of the men at the table stood. One at a time they peered between her legs at her sex. Kimber covered her face she couldn't believe this was happening to her. Could she really have signed a contract that let this happen to her?

"Does she not know what good grooming is?"

"She didn't read the contract."

The men burst out laughing. "And she wants to be a business woman?"

Another round of laugher as Kimber sank further into shame. They were right. She should have read the contract. She wouldn't be in this position if she had just done her due diligence and read her damn contract.

With a gasp, Kimber's eyes opened, Frank was seated again, in front of her, with his hand between her legs. She felt his fingers probing her folds. His thumb pressed against her clit, which was emerging from her hood. She bit her lip, her breath becoming more ragged. She didn't want him to know she was actually enjoying it.

"Wet as a monsoon down here. Maybe she did read her contract she just doesn't want to admit it."

The table burst into laughter and Frank slid two of his fingers deep into Kimber's channel. This time she couldn't help it, a deep loud moan escaped her lips. She rolled her hips forward and her head fell back. His fingers felt so good inside her.

Frank returned to talking to the men about business. His fingers working in and out of Kimber's sex. She imagined she was in a large bed with silk sheets. She imagined that it was Joe Manganiello fingering her, and not the older, white haired, fat CEO or whatever he was.

Kimber's hips began to buck, she kept her legs spread, his fingers increased their pace. He curled them upward, and she reached up to grab her own exposed breasts. The talk at the table had stopped. Kimber was lost in her fantasy.

She was moaning loudly, she was pushing her hips up to meet his strokes. She fell back on the table and writhed. Her eyes still closed, both her hands pinched her nipples, pulling them out above her chest. She panted as Frank worked a third finger into her dripping channel.

"Well this is interesting." Frank commented.

He removed his fingers just as Kimber was building closer and closer to orgasm. She felt him wipe his fingers on her inner thigh, the wetness on her thigh and between her legs was more than she had ever experienced before in her life. She whined, she wanted more.

Raising herself up on her elbows she looked over her breasts at Frank. He was not looking at her. He was intently discussing something that Kimber didn't understand with the man next to her. She needed release and he was ignoring her.

This had never happened to her before. She always had the men she slept with get her off. It was her rule, if he was going to fuck her, he had to get her off first. Usually he did it with his mouth. However, this time, she didn't get off. She was wearing the cum of the man that had just denied her.

Kimber began to close her legs but was met with a sharp slap to her pussy and Kimber howled. Frank did not look at her when he did this. Her clit throbbed, loving the attention. She went to sit up and was giving another sharp spank to her cunt. Kimber howled again. The pain was surprisingly harsh.

She lay on the table, legs spread for Frank, being ignored once again. However, this time, instead of being annoyed and humiliated that he wasn't paying attention to her, Kimber was horny and frustrated. She wanted his attention more than she thought. She needed it. Her body was craving release.

Kimber slid her hand down her belly, and figured if he wasn't going to do it, she would do it herself. Frank took her hand as it approached her mound and tossed it aside. Again his hand cracked down on her dripping cunt and she screamed. Tears formed in her eyes from the pain.

"Well gentlemen, it seems that this one just can't focus on behaving and wants attention of her hairy cunt."

The men cheered.

Frank pushed his chair back and stepped aside. Kimber had no idea what was going on. She watched him intently, her heart pounding. She wondered what he would do next.

"Bill, would you be so kind to start the party?"

The balding, accountant looking type, rose immediately. Kimber watched in shock as he pulled his long narrow cock out of his pants and stood between her legs. Bill grabbed her hips and tugged her down. She looked to Frank, for some reason she thought he would stop it, but he didn't. He instead nodded.

Bill entered her quickly and awkwardly. He thrust into her dripping cunt and grabbed her breasts. He held her chest as he pumped harder and faster. Kimber closed her eyes as the tears fell. Her pussy spasmed around his long cock and she couldn't believe she was being fucked at a charity event on the table by a man she had never spoken to.

Bill didn't last very long. She felt his cock withdraw and then the sprays of cum began to land on her thighs, and then up toward her chest. She heard him groan. She didn't want to open her eyes for fear that he would get it in her eye.

Kimber thought it was over. She opened her eyes just as the large black man pressed his cock against her opening. He was so thick, it hurt. She screamed as he forced his girth into her opening. Kimber clawed at the table as he grunted.

Her pussy stretched open and she thrust slowly in and out of her. Her chest was bouncing as he picked up speed. The man, whose name she had not learned, grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders. Leaning forward, his cock buried deeper inside her.

Kimber couldn't believe this. She had never been one for group sex. She hadn't even had a threesome before. She turned her head crying while this man defiled her. Frank stood to the side his arms crossed over her chest watching her. His eyes on hers.

Frank stepped closer while The black man pistoned harder in and out of her. Her pussy had stretched allowing him to establish a pace. His cock head pressed against her cervix and Kimber could feel an orgasm building in her.

Frank took a seat at the table near her head. He stroked her hair as the black man withdrew his cock. He was stroking himself and the white streams of his seed began to paint across Kimber's breasts. Kimber whined, she had been so close to cumming and now he was outside her pussy.

David, the fat man with glasses was now between her legs. His cock was short and thin. After the black man had just filled her, she couldn't even feel him inside her cunt. She was sure it was sloppy now. She was still dripping wet and the slurping sounds she was hearing caused her to whine in embarrassment.

"I hope you are learning an important business lesson." Frank whispered in her ear.

"Fuck you."

Frank chuckled, "Oh that is not nice. Here I am being nice. You're cunt was dripping wet. You whined when I denied you. Here I am giving you what you wanted. You wanted to be fucked like a little whore and each one of these men is giving you their cock. You should be thanking me slut."

David didn't last long. He sprayed his cum. It didn't have the distance of the previous two men, most likely because of his lack of length. It landed on Kimber's gold sequined dress that was bunched at her middle.

Frank reached over her body and began to pinch and twist her nipples. Kimber arched her back whimpering. Her body was an exposed nerve. She needed more. She couldn't refuse any of these men if she tried, she was just so horny.

Another man, she didn't even see him, was now pumping in and out of her sex. He wasn't as thick as the black man, but was as long as Bill. He was thrusting hard and fast. His cock was like steel. Kimber found that her body was bucking against him, rolling her hips to meet him. She was desperate she wanted to cum.

"Now that's a good girl. Enjoy the fucking."

She groaned in ecstasy. Kimber imagined this one was Joe Manganiello. Frank pulled at her nipples hard and Kimber howled. Her pussy clenched around the man inside her. Her orgasm caused her body to quake on the table. The man between her legs growled and his sprays of cum landed on her face as she trembled in her own orgasm.

"Good girl. Good whore."

Frank stroked her face as she twitched post orgasm on the table.

"Say thank you."

Kimber couldn't believe it when she said it. "Thank you."

Frank kissed the top of her head. "Good girl. You will enjoy this weekend I can tell."