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  So Ghita relaxed her upper torso on to the table, and let her bent over bottom thrust out at the air behind her. She sensed Miss Fay stooping to film her from a low angle, and so, trying to be helpful, and with the intention of helping the bidding, she reached behind herself and pulled her taut cheeks apart.

  'Ah, sure you're a natural, girl, so you are,' said Miss Fay, as she filmed the tight pucker and sweet slit between Ghita's cheeks.

  'Tilt it right up now, love,' said Miss Fay, and Ghita did her best to comply, thrusting her bottom unashamedly out and up so Miss Fay could take a record of her tight ass for the bidders. She squeezed and relaxed her anus, knowing that this would be what they would be most interested in seeing. Ghita was determined to show herself off to the best advantage, so she pulled her cleft wide apart, then let go so the big cheeks wobbled back together, then pulled them apart again, stretching her arse crack, and tightening her anus as much as she could. She did this many times, until Miss Fay was satisfied that she had enough film of that pose, and by that time, Ghita's cunny was slick with juice.

  'You're getting into the spirit of it, alright, Miss O' Connor. You want then to be crazy for you by the time the bidding starts, and that's the kind of thing will have them all drooling' said Miss Fay, 'Now we need to give them an idea of the weight of your cheeks, so if you could come upright, please?'

  Ghita slowly complied, feeling terribly aroused, and giving herself a queasy feeling of excitement in her chest as she acknowledged that she did, after all, want Miss Fay to play with her.

  'I'm bisexual,' she thought to herself as she stood with her bare hips against the table's edge, and her equally bare cheeks jutting shamelessly out behind her. 'or at least, a little bit bisexual.'

  She was fairly sure that Miss Fay had some leanings that way too, for the older woman had a slightly gaspy edge of excitement in her voice as she said, 'Hold them apart again, Miss O' Connor, and you might give them a bit of a squeeze with your hands as well, while you are at it.'

  'Yes, Miss Fay,' said Ghita obediently, beginning to enjoy the whole experience of doing as she was told. It was nice not to have to be grown up for a while. Nice not to have to pretend to be in charge of her life. She reached back with both hands and groped for the parting of her cheeks. She felt the smoothness of herself, as if for the first time, and the ripe weight of her firm cheeks.

  'You do a lot of exercise?' asked Miss Fay, as Ghita cupped her buttocks and drew the resisting, springy flesh of her bottom cheeks apart.

  'Gymnastics and swimming,' replied Ghita slightly breathlessly. Her chest felt tight with nervous tension, as she felt the cool air at her perineum as her cheeks fully parted.

  'You have a fine shape of a bottom,' said Miss Fay, 'Nice and big, the way they like it, but lean too. Plenty of muscle.'

  'Thank you, Miss Fay,' Ghita whispered, as she dug her fingertips in to the squelchy flesh of her spread backside, and squeezed. Her anus tightened again, deliciously, and Ghita found herself more sure that she had made the right decision. The wet weight in her cunny convinced her.

  Now pull them up and let them go, so that they quiver,' said Miss Fay, and Ghita hauled her buttocks up as far as she could, exposing her taut perineum and slit. Then she let the full cheeks drop, and slap together. They wobbled, and she clenched them to still the shuddering movements.

  'And again, Miss O'Connor,' came the excited instruction from behind her.

  Ghita flicked her fingertips at the lowest portions of her jutting cheeks, making the heavy hemispheres judder wickedly, then confidently drew them up and apart again, so that her bottom hole was exposed. She held them apart for a long moment, lewdly tightening herself, then let them quiver together. Again, she spread her full, tanned cheeks, listening for the soft exhalations of appreciation from Miss Fay.

  'Perfect girl. Absolutely perfect,' said Miss Fay delightedly. 'Now do the bottom flicking thing again.'

  Ghita continued wantonly flicking and spreading her big cheeks, knowing that this was advertising at it's most basic. She wanted them to desire her. Wanted them to bid their last penny for a chance to open her buttocks and fuck her little anus for the first time. She felt her chest relax a little, as she finally fully acknowledged what this whole thing was about. She wanted it, and she wanted them to pay dearly for it. Her anus winked naughtily at Miss Fay, who was merrily extolling the virtues of Ghita's bottom into the microphone of the camera she was using to record the lewd exposure.

  'See how tight it is? How eager for cock?' said Miss Fay, 'Don't miss your chance to open this first timer. See how she spreads her cheeks? This little slut wants your cock.......deep in her asshole'

  Ghita searched for her anus with one hand, found it, and started stroking and pressing against the little mouth. She could not resist a quick stroke at her clitoris.

  'Now Miss O' Connor, that's naughty. Save it for the main event,' admonished Miss Fay, and Ghita reluctantly resumed spreading, stoking and squeezing her full cheeks.

  'That's enough for now, Miss O' Connor,' said Miss Fay, 'If that doesn't get them reaching for the bidding button, we might as well all go home.'

  'Will it do?' asked Ghita, not sure if she meant the video or her bottom.

  She turned her head to look as Miss Fay, who was beaming with delight.

  'It's absolutely perfect, Miss O' Connor, don't you worry,' said the older woman, Now, pop your clothes back on and we'll set the date for the auction.

  Gideon Styles hesitated, uncharacteristically indecisive, outside the entrance to the 'AnonymAss' performance court. He had recently spent the largest single sum of his life, in an online auction, bidding on an unknown woman's bottom and yet, now it came to it, he was considering just walking away and letting the money go.

  'Get a grip of yourself, man,' he mentally chided himself, 'This is a once in a lifetime thing.'

  He loosened the buttons of his overcoat and strode between the automatic sliding doors, nearly skidding on the highly polished marble floor inside. There was a reception desk all along the back wall of the high ceilinged foyer, with four exquisite receptionists sitting bolt upright behind it, dressed in what resembled black cocktail dresses. He sensed some scrutiny to his right, and briefly turned his head to observe two huge, impassive men standing in a discrete, glass-fronted security booth. They did not meet his gaze, staring at some point high behind his head, and he quickly turned his attention back to the much more approachable girls, before the men decided to notice him and throw him out.

  'Don't be ridiculous,' he thought, 'You've paid a lot of money to be here.'

  He stepped to the reception, shoe soles slapping annoyingly on the polished marble, and presented himself at the girl he judged the most friendly. They were all of them exceptionally pretty, but Gideon could not pluck up the courage to approach the prettiest.

  'Can I help you, Sir?' the girl asked, in bright, middle England accent.

  'Ah, Gideon Styles,' he said, and lapsed into embarrassed silence. He found it almost impossible to speak to women, especially pretty ones, and the girl opposite him, with her well groomed , classic brunette looks, already had his stomach coiling in knots of crippling shyness.

  'Mister Styles,' said the girl, pleasantly, 'Welcome to AnonymAss. Could you show me some ID please?'

  Gideon fumbled for his wallet, finding it hard to reconcile the name 'AnonymAss' with the firm, red lipsticked mouth that had uttered it.

  'Of course,' he said, and showed the girl his driving license.

  'Excellent,' she said, after studying it, and him for a long moment.

  Gideon felt like swooning, such was the effect that the girls attention had on him. Since early childhood he had suffered from a painful shyness and social ineptitude that was not diagnosed as a mild form of Asberger's syndrome until he was well into his late teens. The gift that had given him his extraordinary mathematical ability was double edged, in that it came with an emotional sting in the tale. He was a fairly good looking chap, and got a l
ot of initial attention from girls, but they soon tired of trying to get past his puzzlingly blank exterior, and the bizarre comments his condition prompted him to make under social stress. He found himself struggling to keep his tongue under control now. Inane comments such as, 'You're really good looking,' and 'This is a nice place,' kept jumping into his mind, fighting to expressed. He put his tongue between the teeth at the right side of his mouth, as he had been taught, and simply waited for the girl to tell him what to do next. It made him look slightly ridiculous, but it was better than the alternative.

  'Right,' said the girl, turning to her left and looking at the woman next to her, whose cool, ice blue gaze Gideon had been studiously avoiding. The best looking in his opinion, with shiny hair, so blonde it was almost white, tied up in an immaculate ponytail that flicked neatly as she turned her head to look at him. She had startlingly red lips, glossed to a lubricious perfection that both drew Gideon's eyes and repelled them. He wanted to look, but the attraction to her was too raw for his social wiring, and he was afraid of what he might say if they had to interact.

  'Magda will be your assistant this evening, Gideon,' continued the brunette girl. His overly analytical mind had already noted that they wore no name tags, so he latched on to the name as the only thing he could attach any relevance to. He bit his tongue again, lightly, to stop himself from saying, 'Magda, ,my ASS.... istant.' The peculiar need to vocalise sexual thoughts had caused him quite a lot of trouble in the past, on the rare occasions when his crippling shyness and all round oddness had not stopped him from getting a date. Spectacular meltdowns had ensued from the moment it looked like there was going to be any sexual activity, for he had was unable to prevent himself from telling his date exactly what he would like to do to her if she let him. Not many women enjoy their dinner date announcing to the whole restaurant that, instead of this steak, he would like to 'lick her juicy cunt'. It had ended on two occasions with him apologising and going to the bathroom, only to find when he came out that his date was gone, never to return. His rational self partly knew that they had only chanced going out with him because he was so inordinately wealthy from software development. It also didn't care that these girls were to all intents and purposes gold-diggers. He just wanted a sexual partner, because at the age of twenty six, he was still a virgin.

  Magda stood, liquid smooth, and in a gait that part pranced, part stepped, came over to stand opposite him as well. Two lovely young women, one like a Nordic Goddess, stood smiling at him expectantly. His eyes roamed the full curves of their figures, noting the way their black dresses clung to curved hips and high breasts. He tightened his molars down on his twitching tongue.

  'Hello, Gideon,; said the blonde woman, in a deep, mellifluous voice that betrayed a hint of middle Europe about it. 'I am Magda. You will be completely safe in my hands.'

  He goggled a little, eyes darting about wildly from her long white hands to her full, black clad hips, before he gave up and looked her right in her sky blues eyes.

  'You're really beautiful,' he opined, and she put her head on one side and smiled charmingly, showing rows of crisp, even teeth that belonged on television, advertising mouth wash.

  'What a lovely thing to say,' she replied. 'Now, why don't you follow me, and we will get through the preliminaries.'

  She stepped past her colleague, who exchanged a quick, ambiguous grin with her, and walked, if such a tantalising collection of jiggles and sways could be described simply as a walk, to the end of the marbled desk. Gideon traversed the outer edge, following her until they met where the desk ended. Now he could see her fully, he noticed that her uniform, if that was what it was, ended shockingly high on her upper thighs. Her legs were encased in sleek, opaque black stockings that only a really close look could identify as high mesh fishnets. Of course Gideon spent an inappropriate amount of time admiring the shapely, muscular limbs, and he was brought back to the eternal now by a polite cough from Magda.

  'Ahem, This way, Gideon.' she said, a soft, knowing smile playing across her glossy red lips when he eventually was able to look at her, and swung smartly off down the slick corridor immediately adjacent to the end of the reception desk. He followed her, unable to stop his eyes from tracing the outline of her trim buttocks under her clinging dress, as they pumped her legs in tight swinging circles of fascinating complexity. He admired the tense calves, curved and displayed by the high black stilettos she wore, and the trim ankles, as they clicked her shoes down, perfectly in line on the cloudy brown marble of the floor. She stopped, turning slowly to face him, and the excited virginal part of him could have sworn she turned so slowly so that he could take a good look at the amazingly clean curves of her tight body's profile. She stood, one slim fingered white hand on her hip, and used an underhand gesture of the other to indicate a metal door set into the wall that presumably was their destination.

  'Magda,' she announced to the entrance input, and the door slid smoothly open to admit them. He stepped, furtively over the threshold, like someone expecting a trick, but the room was entirely innocent of hooting crowds, of buckets of icy water. Instead, there was simply a single stool, right in the middle of the oak floor that went from wall to wall, and another single, brushed steel door set opposite the one he had entered. There was no other furniture in the entire room, and he found himself admiring the ceiling for want of something other than Magda to look at.

  'Take a seat, Gideon.' said Magda.

  There's only one,' he said, rather obviously, even for him.

  'That is the one I wish you to take,' she said, striding into the room and tapping the seat of the chair with her red nailed hand. She stood there, smiling gently, and cocking her hips at an almost impossibly attractive angle. Gideon found himself wishing it was Magda's bottom he had bought, instead of the admittedly attractive stranger's on which he had successfully bid. He tried to remember the exact shape of what had, at the time he had sat drunkenly bidding in his front room, seemed like the epitome of ass perfection. Surely, he thought, it cannot have been as sexy as Magda's? He walked to the stool, and Magda asked for his overcoat. He slid it off, wondering if the casual grey suit he wore underneath was right for the occasion he was going to be the other main participant in. Before he could stop himself, it slipped out.

  'What do you wear to an anonymous ass fucking?' his unruly mouth blurted, and Magda slowly turned back from the cupboard she had opened in one of the hitherto featureless walls and looked at him closely.

  'What you are wearing is fine, Gideon,' she stated, matter of factly, before turning back again to close the cupboard's door.

  She came back to where he had seated himself and stood directly in front of him, hands on her round hips and a very serious expression on her face. She raised one red tipped finger like a baton, and waved it in front of his face.

  'The rules, Gideon.'

  'The rules,' he echoed, staring at her full bottom lip as she pouted at him, entranced by the flash of perfect white teeth behind the glossy red flesh.

  'Repeat after me, please.' she instructed him, suddenly, alarmingly placing her other hand on his bent right knee.

  'We are a team, me and Magda.' she said, as if talking to a small child.

  'We are a team, me and Magda,' he stated, nearly falling off the stool as her hand slid up his leg to mid thigh.

  'Magda will prepare me,; said the wickedly enticing mouth. His cock was already almost hard.

  'Magda will prepare me,' he repeated, feeling cold pins and needles on his upper back as she placed her naked palm against the tented material at his crotch.

  'Magda will get my cock ready for the ass,' said Magda, continuing to refer to herself in the first person even as she squeezed the end of his penis through the thin wool of his suit.

  He felt faint, embarrassed, as his usually loquacious tongue lolled in his slack lipped mouth. He could not say it. She squeezed him gently again, kneading the head of his penis expertly. Her clear blue eyes looked intently at him from under h
er amber brows.

  'Magda will...' she prompted him, as she smoothly worked his cock to full erection.

  'Magda will get my cock ready for the ass,' he finally said, all in a rush.

  'You are going to fuck that ass hard,' she said, stroking him more steadily through the cloth of his pants.

  'You are going to fuck that ass hard,' he repeated, barely able to concentrate on her words. She gave him a quick, warning squeeze.

  'No, YOU are going to fuck that ass hard, Gideon, not me.' she said mildly, though her hand still held his shaft rather too tightly, 'Understood?'

  'I am going to fuck that ass hard,' he replied, the vulnerability of his penis concentrating his mind.

  'I will do it right, and not embarrass Magda,' she said, smiling again, and squeezing his trousered shaft in slow, tender movements that made his glans buzz.

  'I will do it right,; he cried, 'I will not embarrass Magda.'

  His own shyness had evaporated under Magda's nonchalant tugging. All that concerned him was the feeling in his cock, as it swelled heavily under her stroking. Magda stood back, releasing him, and put her hands back on her trim hips. He felt completely at a loss as to what to do next, so when she pulled up her skirt hem to her waist, turned around and bent over, he was glad of the distraction. A thin black line of some taut material bisected her creamy buttocks, like a wire biting into cheese. He saw that what he had assumed to be stockings were actually elasticated hold-ups, which bit slightly into the firm tops of her thighs, so that the pale flesh swelled in a band above them.

  'The ass will be presented to you like this,' called Magda over her shoulder. 'If you wish to manipulate the buttocks, you may either do it directly, or ask me to assist you.'

  Gideon felt his cock jerking, straining against his clothing like a trapped animal. The sight of Magda's creamy backside displayed like that was bringing him dangerously close to coming in his pants.