Take Olivia for inspection

You decide to start with the fiery redhead, Olivia, her black Playboy bunny playsuit hugging her slim frame like a second skin, the bunny tail plug winking from her plump arse as she stands there, collared and composed. The auction handler nods, unhooking her from the line and leading her to the center of the inspection room, where a low platform awaits like a display stand for livestock. 'Present yourself for inspection,' the handler orders, and Olivia steps up without hesitation, her hands still clasped behind her head, pushing out her modest B-cup tits through the cutouts.

You circle her slowly, your cock already throbbing in your pants from the sight of these fresh 18-year-old toys lined up for your approval. 'Alright, let's see what this little cow has to offer,' you say aloud, your voice dripping with authority as you grab her chin roughly, tilting her head side to side. Her green eyes meet yours briefly before dropping submissively. 'Open your mouth, show me those teeth.' She parts her lips wide, tongue flat, and you inspect her mouth like you're checking a heifer's bite. 'Good, no gaps, nice straight whites—perfect for wrapping around a dick without scraping.' She murmurs a soft 'Yes sir,' her voice steady but her cheeks flushing pink.

Moving down, you squeeze her B-cup tits hard, thumbs flicking over her nipples until they pebble under the thin fabric. 'These are small, barely a handful, but perky enough to bounce if you fuck her right. Not much milk here, but who needs it when she's built for cock service?' You pinch one nipple sharply, twisting it, and she gasps but holds position. 'Yes sir,' she whispers through gritted teeth. Your hands roam lower, slapping her flat stomach before gripping her hips. 'Slim waist, good for gripping while you pound her from behind.' You spin her around, facing away, and deliver a firm smack to her plump arse, watching the flesh jiggle around the bunny tail plug. 'Now this is the prize cut—round and meaty, like a ripe peach begging to be bruised. Trainers say it's untouched by real cock? We'll fix that soon enough.' You yank the plug out with a pop, her hole clenching instinctively, and probe it with two fingers, stretching the tight ring. 'Responsive, alright. It'll take a pounding after some warmup.' She shifts slightly but bites her lip, replying only with 'Yes sir.'

You shove the plug back in, then drop to one knee behind her, spreading her cheeks wide to eye her shaven pussy. The lips are smooth and pink, already glistening a bit from the handling. 'Shaven clean, no bush to hide behind—trainers have been using her, but she's still got that virgin grip.' You slide a finger along her slit, parting the folds to expose her clit, then plunge two inside, feeling the warmth and tightness clamp down. She whimpers softly, legs trembling, but doesn't pull away. 'Sensitive as hell, huh? This cunt's made for milking cocks dry, especially in a spitroast like she loves.' You pump your fingers a few times, curling them to hit her spot, her juices coating your hand as you pull out and smear them across her arse. 'Yes sir,' she breathes, voice shaky now.

Satisfied with the body check, you stand and unzip your pants, pulling out your hardening cock. 'Time to test that mouth again, cow. On your knees.' Olivia drops immediately to the platform, knees spreading wide in the playsuit's crotchless design, her face level with your groin. You grab her ginger hair, yanking her head back to look up at you. 'Suck it like your next meal depends on it—deep, sloppy, and don't stop till I say.' She nods, 'Yes sir,' and leans in, lips wrapping around your cockhead, tongue swirling the underside as she takes you inch by inch. Her mouth is warm and wet, trained suction pulling you deeper until her nose brushes your pubes. You groan, thrusting shallowly to test her gag reflex—none, just eager swallows.

'Fuck, that's better than the papers say. Look at her go, throat like a velvet vice.' You comment to the handler, who watches impassively, as you face-fuck her steadily, saliva dripping down her chin onto her small tits. She hollows her cheeks, humming vibrations along your shaft, eyes watering but locked on yours for approval. 'Good girl, take it all—show me why you're worth the price for my bar.' You pull out briefly, slapping your wet cock across her face, smearing her cheeks with spit and precum. 'Again, deeper this time.' 'Yes sir,' she pants, then engulfs you fully, bobbing with practiced rhythm, her hands itching to touch but staying behind her head as ordered.

After a few minutes of her expert blowjob, your balls tightening, you decide she's a contender but hold off cumming—you've got two more to inspect. You pull free with a wet pop, tucking yourself away as she kneels there, lips swollen and glistening, awaiting your next command. 'Stand up, cow. Back in line.' She rises obediently, 'Yes sir,' and resumes her pose, the degradation clear in her flushed skin and the way her thighs press together. The handler rehooks her collar, and you turn your gaze to Athena, the Scottish blonde next in line, her green rave dress already straining against those pierced D-cups.