A strange place called Florida The price of the bid pt 1
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It was the annual Charity Gala and the committee had really thought out of the box when it came to the evening’s auction. Usually, it was a silent auction, but this time they had decided to auction off twenty of the city's finest bachelors for an evening of fun and dinner. The bachelors would come from the police and fire departments.
Because of this innovative auction, there were many more women than usual at the Gala. The event had been going for three hours when, finally, it was time for the main event—the bachelor auction.
Those intending to bid, tried to get as close to the stage and runway as they could so they could ogle the men and, hopefully, make the winning bid on their choice.
The emcee stood before the mic and cleared his throat. “Now, what you all have been waiting for, especially the young ladies crowding around the stage area, it’s the police and fireman bachelor auction. Our first bachelor will be from the police department and then we’ll alternate between departments. The first bachelor will take the stage in five minutes, ladies.”
Close to the stage, a petite redhead was bouncing on her heels, anxiously awaiting the appearance of the first bachelor. Turning to a blonde next to her, she asked, “Got your money ready, Taylor?”
“Mary, I told you that I find it degrading and disgusting to drool over male flesh and then bid on it like they were a horse or cow,” Taylor fired back. “And, besides, those types of men want sexy beautiful women like you, Mary, not a big woman like me.”
Before Mary had a chance to reply, the first bachelor stepped on stage and immediately started a bidding war. The bachelors continued to strut their stuff one by one, across the stage and down the runway, and back.
Taylor stood off to the side, watching the parade of men, but not making a bid until bachelor number 10 from the fire department stepped onto the stage. She’d never seen a man who oozed so much sex appeal. He made her panties wet with just a look and lopsided smile. Taylor quickly changed her way of thinking. She had to win him, come hell or high water. So, when the auctioneer asked for an opening bid of one hundred dollars for an evening with Captain Spence Williams, she was ready.
“Five hundred dollars,” she shouted without any hesitation, virtually daring anyone to top her bid.
Hearing the bid, Spence stopped in the middle of the runway, scanning the crowd to see who would bid five hundred dollars for a date with an older man on the downside of thirty, with short wavy chestnut hair, twinkling blue eyes, and a lopsided smile. He stood only 5’9” — but was built like a tank. With the lights turned down, he couldn’t see who’d made the bid and he resumed his strut.
“We have a bid of five hundred dollars. Do I hear five fifty, six hundred?” asked the auctioneer. When he did not get another bid, he looked at Taylor and said, “Sold to Taylor Benson for five hundred dollars.”
While the auction continued, Taylor started to make her way through the throng of people to the paying table when she was stopped by someone grabbing her arm.
“Taylor, why in the world did you just pay five hundred dollars for him? He’s older than you by at least ten years, and he’s not even sexy. In fact, he’s a little dumpy.”
Pulling her friend Mary to the side, Taylor told her, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and he does something to me that no other man has ever done. You like stick men and I like men that are tree trunks.”
Leaning close to Mary, Taylor told her that on their date night she planned to fuck the captain’s brains out. And, with that, she went to pay, leaving Mary with her mouth hanging open.
After paying for her evening with Captain Spence Williams, she went to the area where she would meet him and make arrangements for their date. When Taylor got there, he was standing off to one side, apparently a little uncomfortable with the situation.
“Hello, I’m Taylor Benson and I’m the one that bought you for a date.”
Spence eyed her up and down and gave her that lopsided smile. He was pleased to see that the lady who’d paid for his company was not a walking stick, but a BBW with a set of knockers that made him want to drool and an arse made to grab and spank.
“Hello, Taylor. Why in the world did you pay so much for a date with this old bloke? Did you feel sorry for me and want to make sure I was bought?”
Unprepared for his sexy English accent, Taylor felt a tingle in her cunt that was so strong she was ready to jump his bones right there.
Smiling, she said, “This may be a charitable gala but I did not buy you out of pity or fear that no one else would bid. Now, if it’s okay with you, I would love for you to come to my home for dinner. By the way, how old are you? I am twenty-five.”
Spence teasingly said, “Hmm… you can let the world know that you will pay five hundred dollars for a date for the oldest bachelor, but you’re ashamed to be seen with me out in public. And I’m thirty-five, by the way.”
Taylor was about to tell Spence the real reason she’d suggested dinner at her home — so she could jump his bones and fuck his brains out all night — but instead said, “I am not ashamed to be seen with you in public. Which night do you want to go out and where?”
“Do you like Italian food?”
“My favorite,” Taylor said and asked, “Have you been to that little Bistro on the main drag?”
Spence nodded. “What about Friday night? I can pick you up at six.”
“That will be fine,” Taylor said, rooting in her purse for pen and paper to write her address and phone number. She scratched down all the information and passed it on to Spence. “See you Friday.” With that she turned and walked away, calling over her shoulder, “Love older men, by the way. More experienced.”
Spence watched her round, firm, sexy arse wiggle and shake all the way out of the ballroom. His cock stirred. He was amazed that such a sexy woman would bid that much for a date with him. For some men, she might not be sexy because she was a BBW, with a firm arse, large knockers— 38C, if he had to guess — that were about to fall out of her low cut dress, and curly blonde hair tumbling halfway down her back. The right length to pull during sex, Spence thought.
“Was that the crazy bitch that spent five hundred dollars for a date with my captain?” asked Steve, one of his squad.
“Yeah, and I am going to make sure that she gets her money’s worth.” Spence grinned as naughty thoughts of what he would like to do to Miss Taylor Benson ran through his mind.
Steve slapped him on the back and laughed. “My captain is looking to get laid.”
“Just because I am over thirty does not mean I am dead,” Spence said as he headed out of the ballroom for home.
By the time Friday rolled around, Taylor was as nervous as a prostitute in a men’s prison. She had changed her mind several times about what to wear to dinner. She wanted sexy, but not look like a hooker. She finally decided on a deep purple silk mid-thigh dress with spaghetti straps.
Taylor slipped on a light purple thong, garter belt, and push-up bra set, and then fastened thigh high black stockings to her garter belt. Taylor put her feet into a pair of four-inch black heels to complete the look. She was going to pull her hair up and fasten with a clip but decided to leave it long and flowing down her back. Giving a light spritz of her favorite perfume, she checked her makeup in the mirror and decided she was ready.
Taylor did a mental check of the house to make sure that she had not missed anything for the big seduction tonight.
At precisely six, her door bell rang. Taylor took a deep breath and waited a moment before answering the door so that she would not appear too anxious.
“Good evening, Spence,” Taylor said opening the door and motioning for him to come inside. “Let me grab my purse and we can be on our way.”
“These are for you, my lady,” he said, handing her a bouquet of flowers, kissing her on the cheek.
“Why, thank you. Please, have a seat and give me a minute to put these in a vase.”
Spence knew it would not take her long so he just stood in the living room and watched her move toward the kitchen; those four-inch heels making Taylor seem to have legs that went on forever. As Taylor disappeared from sight, visions of her across his knees getting that gorgeous arse spanked ran through his mind, giving him a semi-erection. Spence knew if he did not get his mind off her arse, they would not make it to the restaurant so he turned and looked around the room at the various pictures on the wall.
In the kitchen, Taylor was also having sexual thoughts about Spence; how well he filled out the black dress pants and the glimpse of dark chest hair she had seen above the open buttons of his grey shirt. “Damn,” she thought, “it's going to need to be a quick dinner. I need to be fucked.”
“All ready,” Taylor said going back into the room.
As Spence turned around, Taylor could not help but notice the slight bulge in his pants. A slight smile came across her face as their eyes met across the room, and it was at that moment both realized where this date was going to end—her bed.
When they got to his car, he opened the door for her and helped her in, enjoying the view as Taylor’s dress slid farther up her thighs as she sat down, showing a little peek of the top of her stocking. At the restaurant, they were shown to a quiet corner table. As soon as they were seated, Taylor slipped off her heel and ran her foot part way up the inner part of his leg. Giving her a look of surprise, he too slipped off a shoe and they began to play footsies under the table.
Being at a small table at the back of the restaurant, and having her back to the room, as soon as the waitress left with their order, Taylor raised her foot and started to caress his inner thigh with her toes. At this point, Taylor wished she had long legs like her friend Mary so she could rub the crotch of his pants.
“Taylor, if you do not stop,” Spence said, “I am going to clear this table and take you on it. Give all the diners a free show.”
Smiling shyly, Taylor rubbed his inner thigh again. Spence reached under the table and grabbed her foot, running his finger tips up her leg. Such a sensual feeling, Taylor felt a small gush of juices soak her thong. She pulled her foot back and looked at Spence, his lopsided smile making her even more in heat.
When their meal came, they quickly ate, both anxious to get back to her place.
When they got to the car, Taylor grabbed Spence by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the vehicle, grinding her pussy against the bulge in the front of his pants, kissing him hard, their tongues mating frantically. Spence grabbed Taylor’s hair and wrapped it around his fist, pulling her head back as he kissed and nipped at her bare throat. Spence zeroed in on the side of her neck where he left his mark before releasing her hair. When they finally came up for air, both were breathing heavily, their bodies sexually charged and needing a release.
“You are such a naughty lady. Teasing me and attacking me in the parking lot,” Spence teased her as he stepped back. “I ought to bend you over the bonnet of this car and spank your little arse.” He reached forward and turned her around, grabbing her arse.
Although Taylor had never considered it, the thought of Spence spanking her sent a new wave of electrical impulses to her cunt, making her even wetter—if that was even possible. But Taylor tamped down that impression because what she really wanted was for that huge bulge in Spence’s to be in her pussy—not his hand on her arse.
Looking over at the lust in his eyes, she asked softly, “My place?”
Giving Taylor that lopsided grin that turned her on so much, he motioned for her to move so he could open the car door. Watching her slide into the seat, he fought to control the hard-on that threatened to explode in his pants. He’d seen that quick glimpse of lust in her eyes when he mentioned spanking her arse in the parking lot of the restaurant and now, more than before, he decided he was going to explore that avenue—first.
When they got to her home, they walked up to the door holding hands, stopping to share quick kisses. Both knew from the sexual tension in the air that their first fuck was going to be a fast one but with the second one they would have more time for foreplay and body exploration. What Taylor did not know was that Spence planned to spank her arse before he fucked her the first time.
As they walked into the house, Spence slammed the door behind them, making sure it was locked. At the sound of the slamming door, Taylor jumped in surprise.
Spence pulled Taylor into his arms and whispered in her ear, “Now my little tease, it is time for you to learn what happens when you tease Captain Spence.”
Spence looked quickly around and decided the couch was the best place so he headed there, pulling a stunned Taylor with him. By the time she managed to regroup her thoughts, she was face down across his lap, his hand rubbing her arse.
“For your first spanking, I will leave your arse covered, but for the next one it won’t be.”
He brought his hand down on her right cheek and Taylor screeched in pain even though shivers of pleasure raced to attack her pussy.
“Let me up. I am twenty-five-years-old, not two.”
Spence smacked her again and said, “For sexual pleasure, a spanking can occur at any age from eighteen and up. And I bet if I check your panties they are sopping wet.”
Not wanting Spence to find out he was right, Taylor began to fight harder to get away but he just gave her another two smacks. Spence knew the spanking was turning her on because of the way she was acting. When he released his hold, Taylor scrambled to her feet and glared down at him.
“Get the fuck out of my house. You lost your chance to fuck me, Spence when you treated me like a child.”
Spence stood and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hard, and sneaking a hand under her dress and grabbing her mound, He was not surprised to find the crotch of her thong soaking wet.
Taylor was so furious at the liberty Spence had taken, she stomped on the top of his foot with her heel. Jerking away, she marched to the front door, unlocked it, and flung it open. Spence looked at her, then the front door, trying to decide if he should leave or sling her over his shoulder and carry to bed and fuck her silly.
Spence straightened his shoulders and headed for the open door. Thinking Spence was leaving, Taylor relaxed, which was her ultimate downfall. Scooping her up in his arms, he threw her over his shoulder, kicked the door shut and relocked it.
When he first scooped her up, she was shocked at how easily he’d done it, considering she weighed just a little over 200 pounds. But when she landed over his shoulder, she started to beat on his back with her fists screaming, “Damn you Spence, put me down…..now!”
Feeling his muscular body under her fists, she realized that no matter how hard she pounded on his back she was not going to hurt him or get him to put her down. Her next option was to try to wiggle out of his arms.
“Taylor, give it up,” Spence told her. “By the time I leave, you will be fucked and spanked. Go ahead, wiggle, beat on my back with your fists, do whatever you want. But, the way you’re acting, tells me you love rough sex and you want to be spanked. I saw the lust in your eyes. Well, baby, you’re going to get your five hundred dollars worth tonight. Where’s your bedroom, bitch?”
In spite of trying to resist Spence, Taylor found her body telling her something else—her sopping wet thong was proof. She was so turned on, Taylor felt like just one touch to her clit would send her to into orgasmic overload. In answer to his question, Taylor said quietly, “Down the hallway, second room on the left.”
Spence carried her to the designated room and opened the door. Feeling for a light switch on the wall, he found a knob and started turning it. He realized it was a dimmer switch so he left it on low but still bright enough that he would be able to see Taylor while he fucked her. At the side of her king-size bed, Spence dumped her unceremoniously on the bed, watching her arse bounce on the soft mattress, one breast slipping out from her low neckline.
“Chill out,” he ordered her. “Now this can be a loving fuck or a hard fuck, but it will not be by force. I am giving you the choice. While you’re deciding, you can get out of that dress, because if you don’t, I will cut it off you.”
Taylor looked up at Spence and slowly crawled off the side of the bed and kicked off her heels. As she came around the end of the bed toward Spence, she suddenly made a dash for the bedroom door. Caught off guard, he was not quick enough to grasp Taylor’s arm so he chased and caught her.
“Okay, Taylor, we’ll do this the hard way. Spanking first, then fucking,” he told her as she again found herself over his shoulder, his hand going under her dress to pinch her ass as he carried her back into the bedroom. Standing by the bed, he put Taylor on her feet, holding both of her hands with one of his. “How does this damn dress come off?”
“There is a little hook on the back,” she told him
Spence unfastened her dress and slipped it off one arm at a time, leaving her standing in her black thigh high hose, garter belt, thong, and bra. Her dress puddle at her feet.
Spence backed up and sat on the bed. Pulling Taylor over his knees, he rubbed her arse and then brought his hand down hard on her right cheek, then her left one. He continued reigning blows on her cheeks and upper thighs until the entire area was bright red and hot to the touch. Pulling her thong to the side Spence slid a finger into her cunt.
“Damn woman,” Spence began, “you are fucking wet. Being spanked must really turn you on.”
“Does not; it just hurts,” Taylor said, trying to regain her composure after screaming and crying during the spanking.
“As wet as you are, I bet another ten minutes of spanking and you would have a spanking orgasm.”
“I would not,” Taylor insisted
“Well, then, we shall see who is right,” Spence said and spanked her right cheek.
Taylor tried to control the urges flowing to her cunt, tried to keep herself from having an orgasm. The next blow was a little harder. Then Spence stopped and she could feel a hand by her side. Then he started to move around.
“I think you will need just two of these to send you in orgasmic heaven,” Spence said as his belt cracked across her cheeks.
Taylor screamed and tried to get off his lap but she was held tight. As Spence hit her ass again, she felt her body start to twitch, her cunt tighten up, and then her body began to jerk and twist, as wave after wave of exotic pleasure erupted throughout her body.
Spence saw her orgasm start so he quickly, he dropped the belt and began to rub her clit vigorously as her juices flowed over his hand and onto the carpet.
Fireworks seemed to explode behind her eyes as the most intense orgasm she’d ever had took over her body. When she started coming down off her high, Spence stood her up and removed the rest of her clothes, then undressed.
Taylor climbed into bed and reached for Spence but he had her turn over and get on all fours. Getting behind her, Spence reached down and gently rubbed her slit and clit. He inserted two fingers, finger-fucking her slowly, building her up to another orgasm.
Pulling out his fingers, he lubricated his cock with her juices and spread her lips, allowing his cock to slide inside her hot, wet cunt. Grabbing her hips, he moved in and out slowly, then more forcefully, his stomach pounding her sore arse with each inward thrust.
As he got closer to shooting his load, he noticed a change in Taylor’s breathing and suddenly she hollered, “Fuck me! Oh Spence… I’m cuming again,” and her cunt muscles tightened their grip on his cock.
Just as she started to cum, Spence shot his load deep inside of her, intensifying her orgasm. Taylor collapsed on the bed with Spence on top, his cock deflating in her cunt. Very slowly, he rolled over to one side and pulled Taylor into his arms.
He kissed her lips and said, “I still owe you two-hundred and fifty dollars and soon as I rest up, I will make another deposit.”
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