Authors: Bree Bellucci
BOUND AND SOLD:
Sex Slave Auction 1
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Bound And Sold: Sex Slave Auction 1
Copyright © 2013 by Bree Bellucci
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to
persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely
coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination
and used fictitiously.
Adult Reading Material
The material in this document contains explicit sexual
content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for
readers under 18 years of age.
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BOUND AND SOLD:
Sex Slave Auction 1
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Addison Miller pushed a lock of her long chestnut hair back
behind her ear for the thousandth time that evening. The wind was roaring
across the winter beach, howling in the dark night and chilling the assembled
friends down to their bones. Even under layers and layers, the four young
adults couldn’t seem to get warm. Not that any of them minded the predicament
too much. This was half the reason they’d decided to come to the beach in this
first place. This deep into January, the only way to stay warm on the Jersey
Shore was by snuggling close to someone and cloaking yourself in a booze
jacket. And the foursome in question was on the ball, in that regard.
It was January during the friends’ senior year in college.
Addison, along with her best girl friend Anna and their longtime friends with
benefits Grayson and Charlie, attended colleges all across the region, and only
ever got to see each other during the long summer and winter vacations that
occurred during the school year. Knowing that they had each other to come home
to made the trek back to their lame suburban town in Central Jersey fall less
Some people were surprised when they realized how close the
four young people remained. There wasn’t a lot that they had in common, on the
surface. Addison was a beautiful but introverted bookworm, president of the
Mathletes during high school, and currently studying engineering at MIT. Anna
had been the president of the drama club in high school and the lead in every
single school play. Now, she was off in New York studying drama at The New
School. Grayson had been a star athlete during college, and had won himself a
scholarship playing lacrosse at Cornell up in Ithaca. And good old Charlie was
the class clown, always coming up with some crazy scheme. He was in Boston now,
studying something different every year at Boston University.
They were, indeed, an eclectic group, but that was what made
them such a strong unit. Beneath their differences, they shared the same sense
of divine dissatisfaction with the status quo, the same sense of adventure.
These qualities had gotten them into some pretty fantastic scrapes through the
years, but they always came out laughing their asses off. And that was the most
important thing to all of them, at the end of the day.
They were even having a ball freezing their butts off on the
abandoned January beach. These beach trips had been a tradition since their
first winter break reunion during freshman year. Each of them would bring a
little bottle of booze; Addison brought the rum, Anna the vodka, Grayson the
whiskey, and Charlie the tequila. Then, they’d pile under a bunch of blankets
on the beach and fool around, getting tipsy and rolling all over each other.
Eventually, they’d pair off and do vaguely naughty things until everyone was
too drunk to care about getting nasty in front of each other.
There was no self-consciousness between the four of them, as
this had been going on forever. Ever since high school, Addison and Charlie had
been fooling around, and the same went for Anna and Grayson. Even while they
were away at college, the pairs managed booty call trips. None of the friends
ever insisted on a relationship, because they were too young and too fond of
their group to mess everything up with dating. So, they continued on as fuck
buddies for most of their young lives and loved every single minute of it.
“Who’s got the rum?” Grayson said, his words getting whisked
away on the wind the moment they left his mouth.
Charlie produced a bottle from the pocket of his coat.
“Sorry, I’ve been hoarding it,” he said.
Grayson snatched the bottle away and took a long pull. Like
a man dying of thirst in the desert, that’s how Grayson always was around
booze. Vacations were the only times he ever got to goof around, what with his
scholarship, and he was always the one to live it up the most. Pausing in his
chugging for a moment, he wrapped his parka-clad arms around Anna and pulled
her tightly against him. She squealed in not-too-authentic alarm, batting him
with her gloves.
“You’re nothing but a big oaf, Grayson,” she chided, “You
“Well, I guess that makes you nothing but a little shrimp!”
he laughed, giving her an affectionate noogie. Grayson and Anna had a funny way
of switching back and forth between brother-and-sister antics and sex-buddy
shenanigans. Addison smiled at them, shaking her head.
“You two are quite something,” she said, “Think you’ll ever
“Why should we?” Anna said, “Growing up just means getting
lame and frumpy. Like you, Addison!”
“Hey!” Addison pouted, “I am not frumpy!”
“Not yet,” Grayson said, “But if you keep talking about
growing up and horrible things like that...I don’t know. You might be in
“Charlie,” Addison implored, “Tell them that I’m not a
Charlie pretended to appraise Addison, sending Anna and
Grayson into giggling fits. “Well,” Charlie began slowly, “I do percieve that
you’re wearing mittens that you knitted yourself...You may be well on your way
to frumpy, my dear.”
“Piss off!” Addison cried, batting Charlie playfully on the
arm, “And don’t think you’re getting any from me tonight. Why would you want to
fuck a frumpy mess, anyway?”
“Hey, I never said there was anything wrong with frumpy!”
Charlie said quickly, “I like frumpy! It’s comfortable. Like an old couch.”
“You’re not winning yourself any points,” Addison warned,
turning up her nose. She felt Charlie’s hand on her inner thigh. He leaned in
close and rested his lips against her cold ear.
“Let me make it up to you then,” he said, running his hand
along the shapely expanse of her thigh. “Let me show you what I really think of
Addison grinned. They’d clearly all moved on to the latter
part of the evening, which meant that things would be heating up quickly from
there. Some people found their four-way friendship to be strange, the fact that
they were so comfortable around each other struck some people as odd. But the
four of them never worried about it, they just enjoyed their friends’ company
and had as good a time as possible. That was why they all got along so well. No
one was worried about propriety or what was the “right” thing to do. They just
did what they wanted.
Charlie’s hand moved ever closed toward Addison’s crotch.
Even through her thick blue jeans, his touch sent shivers of anticipation
through her eager body. There was something about Charlie’s boyish charm that
had excited her from the first time they’d met. He’d been goofing around before
homeroom on their first day of high school, having shown up in what were
clearly pajamas. He was a clown with a heart of gold, and he meant the world to
Addison. Luckily for her, the feeling was mutual. They weren’t exclusive in
body, but they were in heart.
The gentle pressure of Charlie’s gloved hand against
Addison’s shrouded pussy made her groan with anticipation. He rubbed her slowly
through the layers of her clothing, and the friction was absolutely delicious.
After so many years, Charlie and Addison, as well as Anna and Grayson, knew
each others’ bodies like the back of their own hands. Every tender spot, every
irresistible zone, they knew it all. And Charlie was heading in for the kill
there on the dark beach. Addison was more than willing to surrender to his
touch, as she always was. There was nothing she loved more in the world.
Anna and Grayson’s voiced trailed away as they fell to
pawing for each other in the cold. Charlie smiled down through the darkness,
hiking the blanket closer around himself and Addison. Addison brought her face
toward Charlie’s, lay her lips tenderly against his. She took his bottom lip
gently between her teeth and bit down ever so slightly. They all shuffled
between being a tiny bit sadistic and just a little masochistic as well. The
four friends were sexually fearless, always trying new things when they
desired. They were honest with themselves, and each other, about what they
wanted, simple as that.
With an expert flick of the wrist, Charlie unbuttoned the
fly of Addison’s jeans and slipped off his glove. Addison shivered a bit as his
chilly hand came to rest on her bare midriff. He let his fingers warm against
her body, sliding his tongue against hers. They never hurried, Charlie and
Addison. When they were together, they took all the time they needed. No amount
of time was too much to devote to making the other happy. It was the only thing
that they were really concerned with, this making and taking of pleasure with
As his skin warmed beneath the blankets, Charlie slid his
hand under the elastic band of Addison’s panties. She gasped a little as his
fingers brushed the tender flesh above her groin. They’d only been back for
winter break for a couple of days and hadn’t had their hands on each other for
months. At this point, every little contact was absolutely to die for. Addison
writhed against the sand beneath their blanket as Charlie stroked her sensitive
skin. He moved his hand inch by inch, until his fingers finally slid between
the lips of her pussy.
He gasped, realizing how wet she had become with mere
proximity to him. He slid his fingers up and down along the length of the hot,
wet slit, and Addison closed her eyes, savoring every moment. She could feel
the blood rushing to her groin as the pleasure of Charlie’s touch overcame her.
She felt lightheaded with longing, wanting to suspend the moment and advance
it. Charlie rested his cheek against Addison’s, taking his time. His fingers
felt for every fold, every inch of Addison’s pussy. He knew her so well, but
every time he touched her it felt utterly new.
Charlie poised his fingers against Addison’s wet pussy, and
she wrapped her arms around his neck in anticipation. As she lay her cold lips
against his neck, he slid his fingers into her. The penetration sent Addison
into a dizzy spell of pleasure. Charlie plunged his digits further into her
dark chamber, tickling her in the best of possible ways. Addison kissed his
neck deeply, loving the feel of his fingers inside of her. He knew exactly how
to feel for those spots that drove her wild, and she couldn’t help but gasp as
he played her pussy like a piano.
Suddenly, Charlie’s strong thumb rested against Addison’s
clit. She cried out, surprised by the intensity of her pleasure. Every time
they were apart for a spell, she forgot exactly how wonderful it was to be
touched by him. And every time they reunited, she was quickly reminded. Charlie
rubbed her aching clit as he thrust his fingers into her pussy. Addison was
sure she would pass out from the intense pleasure, sure that she’d never be
able to keep her head on while he touched her so expertly. The doubled sensation
was driving her absolutely crazy there on the beach.
Charlie kneaded her clit passionately. Applying just the
right amount of force, and faster by the moment. Addison wrapped her fingers
together behind Charlie’s back, digging her teeth into the padded shoulder of
his parka. She was racing toward orgasm as Charlie flicked her clit with killer
precision. Charlie bore down on the tender nub and urged her forward. She felt
the inevitable, staggering pressure building, knew that it had to be released.
Charlie delivered a swish of the wrist that send Addison sailing into orgasm.
She came into his waiting hand, moaning into the wind as she thrashed below
Addison rode the waves of her orgasm as the ocean broke
against the sand just yards from them. The cacophony of crashing waves was not
loud enough to drown out Anna’s screams of pleasure. She was certainly the
loudest among them. Probably a result of all her voice and speech training at
school. The girl certainly had some pipes on her, and the agility of her tongue
had been long lauded by Grayson. She was the reigning blow job queen of his
universe, and probably quite a few other guys’, since exclusivity was a dirty
word to this particular group.
A great shudder ran through Addison’s body as the last jolt
of orgasm surged through her. She lay back, spent, against the cold sand.
Grinning, Charlie looked down at her with faux smugness all over his face. He
loved nothing more than to make her feel good, and they both knew it. But
sometimes, he liked to play just a little hard to get with her. He lay down
beside her and drew her against his body. She felt his quickly beating heart,
heard his still quickened breath. She wanted badly to return the favor that
he’d bestowed, but she’d been knocked for a loop.