Auctioning Her Ass

Charlie Dean and his wife attend a fancy auction where sexy Ebony Mystique, the auctioneer, and curvy Sofia Lee, a well-to-do bidder, greet them and show off their hot bodies. Before the auction begins, Ebony gets Charlie’s attention by flashing her huge tits behind his wife’s back! Ebony tells Charlie to grab Sofia’s pearls for her, and boob-drunk Charlie complies! After he hands them off, Ebony hides the pearl necklace up her thicc ass, but Sofia spots them dangling out of her short dress as Ebony walks to the podium! When the auction begins, Sofia and Charlie’s stuffy wife make bids, but Sofia gets fed up! When Charlie holds up a pervy sign and gets called up front, Sofia storms to the stage and demands her pearls from Ebony’s ass.

But doesn’t realize Charlie’s already passed them to his wife, who takes off to try them on. Sofia fingers and explores Ebony’s juicy pussy and ass looking for her necklace, which turns them both on leading to hot scissoring and lesbian sex on the auction table. Charlie watches, then offers to jump in and make it a wild anal threesome! Sofia and Ebony fuck Charlie’s brains out until his wife returns … Just as Charlie’s giving them both brand new pearl necklaces!

‘So how long have you worked at the school?’ Dean asked, turning his face toward Jessica to stop his words from being blown away. They had been walking across the uneven moorland for about ten minutes and hadn’t spoken.

‘Just over two years,’ she replied, raising her voice to be heard. ‘Auctioning Her Ass?’

‘About the same. You must have started just before me.’

‘Auctioning Her Ass?’ Jessica asked.

‘Yeah, it’s good. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about living on school grounds but it’s okay. It’s weird that we’ve never talked before. I’ve seen you around but we’ve never really crossed paths.’

‘I know what you mean. But I bet you’re wishing you hadn’t agreed to share a hire car with me now.’

Dean shrugged. ‘Like I said, it wasn’t you’re fault. It wouldn’t have mattered who was driving, I still think we’d have crashed.’

‘Maybe, but I worry that I wasn’t paying attention. I was thinking about seeing my wife.’ Jessica tried to pull her collar around her neck, but she could already feel the snow had gone down inside her coat and was soaking her t-shirt Auctioning Her Ass.

‘Auctioning Her Ass?’ Dean asked.

‘Three years in June.’

Dean was about to reply when a gust of wind blasted snow into their faces. Jessica staggered backwards, sitting down heavily, the snow on the sodden grass soaking into her jeans. Dean reached out a hand and she pulled herself up.

‘Thank you,’ Jessica said, brushing snow off her coat and jeans. ‘I’m soaked.’

‘Don’t worry, we should be there soon,’ Dean replied peering into the darkness and leading the way across the moorland.

‘I don’t see you around school much,’ Jessica said, Auctioning Her Ass.

‘It’s probably because we’re in different departments. I’m science and you’re history aren’t you?’

‘That’s right, how boring of me,’ Jess laughed.

‘Not at all. You coach netball as well, don’t you?’

‘Yes, for my sins.’ Jess laughed again.

‘Don’t you enjoy it?’ Dean asked, Auctioning Her Ass.

‘I do, but it’s hard work. The hardest part is keeping those young male teaching assistants away from the changing rooms after training.’

‘Really?’ Dean asked, looking over at her.

‘You look shocked, but I guess you can’t blame them, there’s a lot of sweaty eighteen-year-old boobs in that gym block.’

‘I never really thought about that,’ Dean replied Auctioning Her Ass.

‘Really? You work in an all-female boarding school and you didn’t think about them in the showers?’

‘I mean, I suppose I’m aware that there are a lot of teenage girls there, but I think I’ve tried to block out that kind of thing.’

‘So you haven’t noticed that as the year goes on the skirts get shorter and the blouses get tighter?’

Dean laughed. ‘Yeah, if I’m honest, I’ve probably noticed Auctioning Her Ass.’

‘Hmm,’ Jessica said, glancing suspiciously up at him. ‘I’m sure you have. But you realise Auctioning Her Ass that the skirts aren’t getting shorter and the blouses aren’t getting tighter – it’s their legs getting longer and their boobs getting bigger. Eighteen-year-old girls tend to get growth spurts. And if you said you hadn’t noticed how gorgeous some of them are, I’d call you a liar.’

Dean laughed, nodding, picturing some of the young women he taught.

‘Is that a light over there?’ Jessica’s voice pulled him from his day dream of nubile young ladies walking around in school uniforms.

‘Where?’ he asked, looking in the direction she was pointing.

but Through the driving snow he could just make out a faint glow of a window. ‘Yes, that’s it. The Slaughtered Lamb.’

because Jessica’s head snapped round to look at him. ‘Auctioning Her Ass?’ she exclaimed, images of countless horror movies coming to mind.

Dean laughed, ‘That’s just what I call it. Like from An American Werewolf in London. It’s really The White Hart, or something like that.’

Jess looked at him uneasily and he tried to push from his mind how pretty she was, despite her long auburn hair being drenched and stuck to her face. ‘C’mon, let’s get inside.’

The temperature as they stepped through the pub door was a marked improvement to outside, but walking into a cave would have been warmer than being out in the snow. The flames from an open fire reflected off the low ceiling, but it was the lines of sheets hanging across the room that first caught their attention. At first, Jessica thought they’d had some kind of leak and Auctioning Her Ass,