First time for everything

"I show them. Try to not tense up. Don't look them in eye." Omar said. I took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly as he pulled the fabric away from my breasts. I looked to my left at the remaining girls. I at least had the consolation that I was by far the bustiest girl left. Omar turned me sideways, letting them see how firm and full they were before gently lifting each one, pushing them together, and pulling on my nipples as he rubbed them between his thumb and forefinger. The cool air and his masterful touch caused them to swell to their full stiffness before the hidden gazes from above. The man who held up the card seemed pleased enough as he did not withdrawal to the shadows. He made a bid. One of the other men, one in a very expensive tailored suit, stepped back.

Another card. Omar muttered something under his breath. He was apologetic in his mannerisms. I didn't know what to think about it, so I just focused on my posture and my breathing. I knew how to look calm under pressure, knew what it felt like to have men stare at you while you couldn't stare back. Never would I have thought that my time as a reporter would prepare me for a harem auction...

"You have sex with woman before?" he asked. It was so unexpected, I didn't answer immediately. I had made out with girls in nightclubs in Italy when I came of age, but that was always to tease some boy or another. The man asking the question was robust, but powerful looking, and wore a plain white theater mask. The other two bidders were the man in the Saudi clothing and the man with the Venetian mask. Did I want to try for this man's bid? What would he do with me? What would he want me to do to someone else?"

"No, but I would feel I'd enjoy it." I finally said. Omar nodded, and motioned someone on the balcony. A gorgeous woman wearing an open silk robe was descending. She wore her black hair up in a pile on her head, accentuating her long, olive skinned neck. She might have been Spanish or Greek, or even Iranian. Her elegant face and warm eyes could belong to any Mediterranean country. It seemed I was going to have to make good on my promise. Two servants entered from a side hallway carrying a very large, satin pillow. They sat this down in the center of the room and shuffled out, not looking up nor at any of us. The woman walked over to me, our eyes meeting. I remembered Omar's words, and looked away. Her long, delicate fingers touched my cheek, and guided my gaze back to meet hers.

Our lips met as she pushed my skirt down my legs with no more effort than brushing aside a strand of hair. Her tongue was alive in my mouth as her fingers played over my soft skin. Omar whispered, in Russian, "Don't just stand there."
I'd never lusted after women before, but if she was to be my first, I was certainly not going to find a more lovely woman that this. My hands moved as if on their own, caressing her naked hips and pulling her closer to me. Our breasts touched as our kiss became more passionate. She stopped long enough to sigh contently before attacking my neck with kisses and little nibbles.

With subtle movements, I was turned around and guided to the pillow. It was smooth on my back and matched her lips in softness. Her fingers traced patterns on my stomach as they traveled farther down my body. I pulled her closer to me, sliding my leg along hers. Her eyes fluttered as my hand slid over her body, caressing her back and her shapely ass. A moan, half real, escaped my lips when her fingers found my silky pussy. I kissed her shoulders and her neck as her fingers entered me. Her body traveled down mine, trailing it with her lips and tongue.

My mouth fell open and my back arched as her playful tongue found my dripping wetness. She looked up at me and smiled, tasting the honey, and traced my lips with little flicks and sucks. My feet slid and toes curled on the large pillow as I learned what I'd been missing these years. I intertwined my fingers with one of her hands, and caressed my breasts with the other. So much had happened. Safi's rough treatment of me, Omar's tenderness in the shower, and now this. I felt it well up inside me suddenly, like a great rushing of water bursting forward, and the squeeled moan of an orgasm ripped through me, sending my body into quivers under her studied tongue. We held each other's hands tightly as my tremors ebbed and crested as she tenderly kissed my quivering lips.

Wordlessly, she slid up my body, and kissed me passionately. I tasted myself on her lips and with a mad lust drank my own juices from her from her tongue. She leaned backward to a kneeling position, and pulled me forward. I wasted little time lifting her leg to rest on my shoulder. I had to calm down and not rush into it. Her scent was intoxicating as my face drew close. She had thick, but well groomed public hair and a delicate flowery pussy whose inner lips were pale pink to contrast her olive flesh. She stretched like a cat as I kissed her thighs and slid my hands over her abdomen. When my tongue finally touched her and her musk filled my nose, she cooed and writhed.

I felt clumsy. She had been so good at it... I licked and probed her with my tongue, driving it into her tight, hot hole. I tried to read the tremors of her body to know what to do, what she liked, and learned her secrets with my mouth. She was starting to move her hips, grinding her sex onto my swirling tongue. "You speak Russian, yes?" she said. I pulled back and took a breath, huskily saying yes. "Good. I want your tongue in my ass." She said, pulling her legs up and holding them behind the knees. I hesitated, looking at the dusky puckered hole. Her juices ran down in little channels, dripping onto the pillow.

"That's a lot softer than I thought it'd be." was the first thought that went through my head. The tip of my tongue traced a ring around it before I kissed it. Her tender smile and lovely face made the fact that I was eating a stranger's asshole in front of room full of sex **** owners seem less raunchy than it was. I pressed the tip of my tongue into it, feeling how much warmer it was than the surrounding skin, as she started rubbing her clitoris. I followed her example, snaking my hand between my legs, dipping them into my still tender cunt.
She was making short work of herself, her breathing deepening drastically as her fingers worked hard in and out of her hole before returning to her tender bud. My own slipped in and out of my sex in rhythm with her gyrations. Suddenly, she grabbed the back of my head, and mashed my face and lips tightly to her. I drove my tongue into her ass as deep as I could, and nearly jumped as she came with a great gushing of fluid from her pussy, but she held me tightly as it ran down my face, dripped down my chin, and onto the now soaked pillow.

Finally, she relaxed her grip. She smiled warmly as she stood up, and casually walked back up the stairs, tying her robe on the way. I was left lying on the pillow, coated in sex juice, looking up at the men on the balcony. Three more had stepped forward. Then a fourth. This might be a long night.