Soon enough it japanese was their time to find out as the last of the black women were sold and Tracey and the others were ushered up the steps to the stage. Being in the full glare of the crowd was bad but what followed was even worse as a big stern looking man approached each girl in turn and tore their shifts from them. The material was thin and flimsy and ripped away easily and all of a sudden Tracey found herself standing on the stage completely naked. The crowd went wild and it was all she could do but run away off the stage but that would have been stupid as she would be running into the people who were baying for her. This kind of public display of nude white women would have been unthinkable back home and it was bad enough that she was there at all but to be as naked as the day she was born was even worse. She barely comprehended what the auctioneer was saying as he described each girls exposed charms, he was speaking so quickly and in a different accent to what she was used to. He spoke even quicker as the bids started coming in for the girls and she could only stand there in naked shame as the crowd reached fever pitch. In truth it was all over before she knew it, herself and the other girls were taken off the stage quickly, she had no idea how much she had been sold for or to whom but she was certain she had been sold. Still naked all five girls were loaded back onto their cart and driven back the way they had come, it appeared that although they had new masters they would be stored awaiting collection for the time being. Over the next two days the five of them were whittled down to just two and it seemed very quiet and even eerie in the big barn, now empty apart from the two of them and a few cows. The two days seemed to drag, with only their meals and the daily buckets of cold water thrown over them to ease the boredom. The other girl had also been sold but like Tracey had no idea who to and for what purpose or final destination. Then it happened she was laying on a straw bale when two men came in and she was pulled roughly to her feet while it was confirmed that she was the correct girl and she was led outside and loaded into a cart, which was never an easy thing to do in shackles. She realised the time had come for her new owner to claim her and she sat fearfully in the back of the cart, her knees drawn up tightly to her chin. She looked out at the familiar buildings they passed as the cart made its way back into the middle of the town. This time there were no jeering crowds,just people going about their daily business, an almost naked girl in the back of a cart nothing to be concerned about. Finally they stopped outside a big house that Tracey didn't recognise but with help japan she alighted from the cart and made her way inside, fearful of what awaited her. To her surprise though the woman of the house seemed quite pleasant and even kind as she greeted Tracey with a warm smile. “Welcome girl, let's get you upstairs and bathed and into a nice dress, the customers wouldn't like you as you are.” she laughed gaily. As she was led upstairs she heard from behind her the woman talking to one of the men who had brought her here, “Arrange for those awful shackles to be removed as well, quickly as you can.” Tracey was glad to hear that, they really were a hindrance and hurt dreadfully, what had the woman meant by “customers” though? She was led into a well furnished room, even quite fancy, in the middle of which stood a tin bath full of steamy water, she was going to enjoy this, shackles or not! Hoping for some privacy but not surprised when the man who had led her to the room stayed and watched as Tracey removed her shift and naked stood in the bath. It was funny how the thought of being so wanton in front of a man would of seemed so shocking not that long ago but now she thought nothing of it. She was embarrassed however when the woman returned and unabashedly looked her nude body up and down. “Yes a fine purchase, you will make a great addition to our little gang, welcome to the best whore house in town my girl.” the woman smiled and it suddenly became very clear what she had meant by “customers” earlier. New Enhanced Version of 2008 story. A Woman's fantasy comes true. The story of Chloe .......... by Vanessa It had been another boring day and the idea of ​​getting out of the office in a few minutes and going to the supermarket, made Diana dream as she mentally added to her long shopping list already prepared. So much so that a polite"Goodbye, see you tomorrow",was ignored for a moment until she realized that her friend Judy was on her way home. "Goodbye," she replied. Diana always parked her car in the same place, the thai one reserved for the staff members and did not notice the plain brown envelope on the passenger seat before putting her purse on it. She thought more trash ads, recognizing that the window she had left open had served blowjob as a perfect mailbox. Another glance at the envelope, however, allowed her to notice familiar signs that a closer look confirmed as the gender symbols. Now more than a little curious and using long polished nails, the envelope is opened in a few seconds. A small white card slipped out of the envelope and she squeezed her knees to keep it from falling on the floor of the car. It read "Let me make you live your fantasies, trust me, Chloe" followed by a phone number. The envelope also contained pov pages of text that Chloe read aloud, much louder than she intended I had waves of pleasure ripping through my body as they enjoyed my boobs. She hesitated her gentle stroking. In all my time here, I had pov never been to the top of the largest of the mountains, nor had I ventured as far as the area that was hidden by the mountain. He noticed the pictures on the walls of famous persons that the Chief evidently knew including local sports and entertainment individuals, like Mort Monford. "It was all my fault, I couldn't control them. “I’m sorry,” I say, embarrassed, not sure what I’ve done wrong. The car had stopped on its wheels with the driver's side door slightly ajar. “Who was that?” Linda asked, her voice croaking. They walked naked thru the house. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me. “Watch me, Mom.” She blowjob whispered, hatred and greed, lust and love, all mingling in the husky tone of her voice. She then moved behind japan me a sucked on my pussy, sucking out as much cum as she could and I had another orgasm. She was already mildly drunk and leaning against me next to the fire I could already smell the faint scent of vodka when I noticed that her bra was visible and looked like a black low cut bikini style one, That is when she looked up and whispers to me that she is starting to get drunk and horny. “I guess you will have to spend the night here. Just so that only about half was still inside her. Without the love, it would feel good but not the way we japanese have experienced it. She pulls off her simple dress, tosses it into a corner and moves over to the bed, climbs to the center on her knees. My legs look long and sleek rising up to my lace clad ass cheeks. Jackie could hear every word and was petrified. Then her hands lifted my breasts. Up at 4am work, community service, chores, every conceivable activity to "keep me out of trouble". Not "Are you mad", "No way" or "What do you think I am" just 'Who?' I smiled a cocky smile at Sam and Kate. “Is that all, it feels like hundreds; I’m knackered. She had probably thai expected Laura to want to be able to say "breast" or "woman". You like my pussy huh? A small quizzical smile crossed her face.