Christmas Charity

Christmas charity

It’s been a long time since I stopped doing those massive Christmas celebration things and these days I’m more into just enjoying the fact that I don’t have to work, eating plenty of good food and not feeling guilty that I spend too much time in front of the screen - watching both new and older films and tv shows. I stopped buying Christmas gifts several years ago - but I still send actual Christmas cards with the assistance of the postal service out there and since I am not the only one who insists on this I also receive a couple of cards. Therefore it wasn’t a great surprise to find an envelope with my name on it in the mailbox on Christmas Day morning. I brought it in without thinking too much about it and placed it on the kitchen table while I put the kettle on to make some tea. I did however notice that there wasn’t a stamp on the envelope, so someone must have been delivering it in person. 

…but after I had my tea and having done my morning yoga I picked up that envelope and when I ripped it open I sort of immediately realised that no, this wasn’t your average Christmas card. 

On the cover of the double card where there is usually a jolly Santa or snowman it was written in beautifully done calligraphy:

“There’s a paper bag on your porch. Before you continue reading - go get it. Do not, however, open the bag until you’re told to.”

I’m sure my eyebrows almost collided with my hairline at those lines… but I’m nothing if not an obedient and good girl, so I went to the door, looked out and sure enough - there it was. A luxuriously looking black paper bag with a golden emblem on it. It looked vaguely familiar, but it certainly wasn’t any of my regular brands. 

I put it on the table and sat down to read the rest of the mysterious message. 

“You have been chosen.”

It sounds so ridiculously pompous that I start to giggle… but I quickly did collect myself and read on.

“Your presence is wanted at the charity auktion this evening. Should you choose to attend, we expect you to fill in the questionnaire provided by the QR code on the back of this card. The link is active until three o’clock pm today. If you decide not to attend you simply just need to ignore the questionnaire and your decline will be noted - there will be no more invitations sent to you in the future. 

We do, however, hope to see you this evening.”

I sat there staring at the text for quite some time before I decided to peek into the bag to see what it contained… but apparently the ones who sent me that invitation also had thought about the content being a bit of a give away regarding what kind of charity auktion I would be attending and inside the paper bag was another bag - and it was sealed close with a lock of some kind. In the bottom of the paper bag, underneath the second bag, was a small card. It read:

“The content will be revealed to you once you agree to attend. Any forced entry will be considered a no to that question and the link provided within the QR code will not work. 

Patience is a virtue.” 

I shook my head, but couldn’t bring myself to putting the bag down. Still keeping it in my lap I reached for my phone and opened the camera to scan the QR code. When the site with the questionnaire opened on the screen, I started filling in the required answers to the questions in the link. The inquiries covered a vast area, but they all had one thing in common: the sexual charge. When I had reached the end of the questionnaire there was one last question to answer.

 “Have you understood what your part is in tonight's charity auction - and do you consent to being part of it?” 

My heart was beating very fast in my chest as I moved the cursor to the left and clicked the yes box. 

The screen turned black with that golden emblem in the middle. After a couple of seconds there was a new text across the screen.

“Thank you. Your safe word is Tardis.” 

The buzzing sound from the bag made me jump before I realised that it was the lock to the second bag that was somehow unlocked remotely now that I had given my consent to whatever affair this charity auction was.

Inside the second bag there was a new card with elegantly written text across.

“You will be required to wear the uniform provided in the delivered bag - nothing more, nothing less. You will be picked up by a driver at six thirty pm. Do not worry about outerwear considering the cold - the driver will also provide you with a suitable coat.”

I reached into the bag and grabbed its contents and laid it down on the table before me. It wasn’t much. A pair of heels, so high I seriously did doubt I’d be able to walk in them. Stockings and lingerie in matching shades of red. It was Christmas after all, I thought to myself. 

The options in the questionnaire had provided a bit of information as well, so I glanced at the clock and concluded that I had around eight hours before that driver was to pick me up… so I went about my normal routine during the days, at least as far as I was able to - but yes, I have to admit that it was a bit hard considering that my whole being was buzzing with anticipation and nervousness for what was about to come. Still the hours passed and sooner than I thought it was time to put on the uniform, as the text described it. Uniform. Yeah, that’s one way of saying it. I’d already put my makeup on and done my hair - and standing in front of my only full body mirror I could conclude that well…  I sure as hell didn’t look like I was going to a charity auction. At least not any kind of charity auction I had ever heard of before. 

As usual I was ready well before the time when the driver was to pick me up - so I used the time walking back and forth on the ground floor, practising to move in those ridiculously high heels. After a little more than half an hour I had actually managed to get used to them to the extent where I was able to walk with a bit of swagger - and that is when there was a knock on the door. 

I took a deep breath, then unlocked the door and swung it open. Outside was a tall person in a chauffeur’s uniform, the kind you see in movies, holding up a fluffy coat that was long enough to cover me down to the ground - and that is including the heels that added considerably to my height. The chauffeur ushered me out the door and I almost forgot to lock behind me… and into a dark Mercedes with dark windows in the back. 

There was an ice bucket with a small bottle of champagne and a glass and I immediately popped it open to pour myself a glass. My nerves was really buzzing by now and I wondered to myself what on God’s green earth I had gotten myself into. 

I took a sip of the bubbly wine and leaned back while the engine purred to life and the car took off. Since I had been instructed to leave my mobile phone at home I had nothing to entertain myself with during the drive but to drink that champagne. The darkened windows made it hard to see anything outside the car - and beside, it was pitch black outside anyway. I found myself sitting back and studying the driver, trying to figure out if it was a man or a woman. The facial features was beautiful, but very androgynous… I took one last sip of champagne - yes, I know, I drink too fast when I’m nervous, but to my defence: it had only been a small bottle. 

“Would it be possible to get something more to drink?” I asked

“You will find that the middle of the backseat is equipped with a cooler. You will find both more champagne, water and beer. Feel free to take whatever you wish.”

Hm. The voice didn’t really give away if my driver was male or female. It was a beautiful voice, but it really could be either. The middle of the back seat really was a lid to a cooler and I reached inside. This time I decided on water, it might be a good idea to try and keep a clear head after all… and with heels like these I didn’t want to risk tripping and spraining my ankle or something and tipping a tray of champagne over everyone. It suddenly struck me that maybe that was exactly what I would be expected to do. Well - not to trip and spraining my ankle… but to act as a waitress. I did, after all, have quite a bit of experience in that field and if this was some kind of very private VIP men’s dinner it would totally make sense with the clothing… or the lack of thereof. 

Having found a reasonable solution to why I had been invited made me able to relax a bit and I sunk back into the soft backseat just as the car slowed down and the driver spoke again.

“Ma’am, if you would be so kind as to open the box immediately to the left of your feet. There’s a blindfold in it. Please put it on and make sure it covers your eyes properly.” 

Having found myself a meaning to this mysterious evening I now felt much more relaxed, so I didn’t hesitate to follow the instructions. I tied the blindfold securely around my eyes, checking that it was properly keeping all visuals out and then waited patiently while the driver parked the car, got out and opened the door for me. A warm hand took mine and guided me out of the car and the voice warned me about stairs ahead. 

We ascended the stairs pretty slowly - due partly to the heels, but mostly to the fact that I really didn’t see sh*t.  

The air around me suddenly went from cold to comfortably warm, so I figured we had arrived at our destination… but after a short stop where I was relieved of my warm coat we kept walking along what I supposed was a hallway. A really long hallway. Finally the owner of that hand leading me stopped.

“You may now remove the blindfold and, if you wish, use the bathroom. Then wait, you will be collected shortly.”

I reached up and undid the knot at the back holding the blindfold in place and as I regained my eyesight I could pretty much hear my chin hitting my chest. I was standing in the hallway in what was almost better described as a castle than a house. A mansion. Definitely a mansion. Fuck… Did there even exist places like these around here? We hadn’t been driving for that long, where WAS this place? 

…but first things first. Bathroom. Had to check my makeup and if I learned anything in my life it is to always take the opportunity to pee if you don’t know when you’ll access a bathroom next time. 

I couldn’t figure out how to lock the door, but thought that with this big a house there probably was more than one bathroom - and I’d likely hear anyone approaching on those marble floors. 

While washing my hands and watching my reflection in the mirror I hear footsteps closing in and just as I opened the door a lady wearing similar lingerie as myself only in shades of green stopped in the hallway. She was carrying two black velvet capes over her arm and held one of them out to me. 

“It’s your first time, isn’t it? You’d want to put this one on, pull the hood down in front of your face - but let the cape open in front, otherwise you’ll end up tripping on the hem of it, trust me..!” 

She gave me a bright smile and said reassuringly “Based on what I’ve heard about you so far… you’re going to love this.”

Before I could ask her what on earth she meant, she started walking down the hallway and when I hesitated she turned around and waved for me to follow her. 

She turned right through an arched doorway into what looked like a very fancy waiting room where there was another person wearing a cape sitting. 

“Hi you!” she said. “Haven’t seen you around for the last few auctions. How have you been?”

The character in the cape looked up and smiled broadly. It was a man, a ridiculously good-looking man and he practically jumped up to hug the woman who obviously knew her way around here. 

“This here” she said, motioning at me “is our newest recruit, isn’t she lovely?” 

I couldn’t resist the spontaneous reaction to curtsy and he laughed. 

“Nice to meet you. I’m sure we’ll see more of each other later on.”

His smirk was both reassuring and slightly disturbing - he obviously knew more about what was about to happen than I did.

“Oh - I’m up next. It shouldn’t take long, I know that some of the regulars are here and they do have their favourites. See you!” 

He turned and walked out of the room - and before the door closed behind him we could hear cheering and the rhythmic sound of drums.

I looked at the woman next to me and my confusion was probably obvious. She shrugged and just said “You’re next, just relax. They will tell you what to do and you have been given the safe word, haven’t you?”

I nodded. 

“You just need to know that you will not be expected to do anything you don’t want to - but you are expected to be willing to expand your boundaries based upon your answers to the questionnaire.”

At that the door opened again and she made a grand gesture for me to go ahead. 

“Remember the hood and not to trip on your cape. I’ll see you later.” 

I inhaled deeply and exhaled while getting to my feet - and then I straightened my back and stepped through the door. 

The door leads out on what could only be described as a scene. There were bright lights from both below and above and there obviously was an audience on the other side of those bright lights. Oh god, there sure was an audience… I could almost feel them. 

There was a slightly heightened part of the floor in the middle of the scene. A podium, I guess… and of course that’s where I wanted to be. Three more steps and I was there. I wanted to lift the hood and peek out, but remembered what I’d been told, so I stood there, completely still, waiting… and there suddenly was completely still and silent in the room. It felt like a big room and it felt like there were quite a few persons in there - but I had no way of knowing. 

Suddenly there was a booming voice coming from behind me, it surprised me to the point where I almost lost balance up there. 

“We have a very special treat for you tonight, folks. A brand new object in the catalogue… Ms Red, please remove your cape.”

I undid the clasp keeping the cape together in the front and dropped the cape behind me. The feeling of the soft fabric falling to the floor behind me was electrifying. 

“It will be a silent auction, but as usual you can always propose that our lovely object moves or strikes a particular pose. Shall we start the bidding, folks..?” 

The silence was broken by mumbling and clicking sounds. The voice behind me gave me instructions. 

“Turn around - slowly.”

“Bend over and grab your ankles.”

“Arch your back.” 

“Lift your arms.” 

Suddenly the sound of drums started again… sounding almost a bit suggestive and I found myself swaying my hips in rhythm with the beat. Closing my eyes and letting the swaying become more like dancing, my shoulders too moving in sync. Whoever decided to have these drums as background sound instead of some silly elevator music sure knew what they were doing, their beat added an almost pagan feel to the auction. The voice behind me abruptly brought me back to the present.

“The bidding will close in thirty seconds, folks… Do you really want to let this opportunity pass you by? This lovely object will only be sold the first time once and we all know what a treat that very first time can be.”

I opened my eyes and let my gaze sweep beyond the lights, over the people who apparently sat there but who I couldn’t see. I rolled my shoulders and slowly, seductively turned a full 360 while smiling. I had just turned the full circle when the drums stopped.

“That’s it folks..! Ms Red, won’t you please step down to the right from the stage and have a seat. Folks, we’ve got one more object in the catalogue for tonight, please welcome back ms Green..!” 

When I descended from the stage I was greeted by a group of gorgeous people sitting on a gigantic sofa and the ridiculously handsome man from before the auction handed me a glass of champagne.

“How did it feel? I still remember my first auction, I was horrified - and so turned on!” He laughed. 

I took a sip and agreed that this was a once in a lifetime experience for sure..! 

“We’ll be able to mingle and get to know each other a bit later on, hopefully - but first we need to await the end of the auction and see what is decided to be tonight's main act. It is always amazing, it really doesn’t matter if one is in the audience or on the scene!” 

I was just about to ask him about that when ms Green stepped down among us and grabbed the whole bottle of champagne, she drank straight from the bottle - bottoms up. 

“That’s the last bidding for this evening - now starts the real fun..! Who do you think got the first spot? I never know what is more exciting - being that object or getting to watch… Love it either way!”

I was starting to relax among these surprisingly friendly and exceptionally beautiful persons, even though I did feel a bit like I was being the only regular person among them - and why is it that one so often tend to expect beautiful specimens to be either mean or stupid or both..? I know I tend to jump into conclusions way too quickly, anyway. Ms Green was very animated and was very obviously looking forward to the next part of the evening, a part that was still a massive mystery to myself - but that was going to be revealed very shortly.

Suddenly there was a very loud “gong” from somewhere behind the scene - I really did have to bit my lips not to roll my eyes at the excessive drama of having an actual gong - but the ones who had been around before immediately fell still and quiet, all attention towards the scene where a person wearing a large cape with hood, the kind you see in films where there’s a secret society of some sort, stepped onto the scene and into the lime-light. Once again there was that beautiful voice - but I still couldn’t make out if it belonged to a female or a male person… and that hooded cape obviously made it impossible to make out from the visuals.

“The first act has been decided upon - and it is with great pleasure I present to you our newest object in the catalogue for the very first and pleasurable act: Mr Red.
Ms Red, won’t you please enter the stage. I call on the winners of this particular bidding to get ready.
We will also need two volunteers - either from the audience or among the other objects. Preferably one woman and one man. Please push the button if you wish to help out - the screen will show what volunteers shall report for… duty, of sorts.”  

My fellow objects cheered loudly and motioned for me to re-enter the stage again. Ms Green jumped up to hug me.

“You are going to LOVE this, I guarantee it!” 

Ascending the stairs back onto the stage I felt my pulse in my ears, it was way faster than it ought to be considering that this was only eight steps. The person in the cloak reached out for my hand and I obediently grabbed it as I took the last step up on stage. The hand was warm and felt reassuring and led me to the centre of the stage. The lights weren’t as bright anymore and this time I could make out people in the audience - the room was bigger than I had first thought and there must have been well over fifty persons in there sitting in seats similar to the ones in really fancy movie theatres. From what I could tell there were approximately as many women as men, but the light was still low so I couldn’t be sure. 

I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, so I basically just stood there, waiting for something to happen - and it did. From the audience a tall, slender woman stepped up onto the stage and from the booth the gorgeous man entered. They both smiled at me before he picked up a cape, similar to the one worn by the person making the calls here, but it was lined with some kind of fabric that felt both cold and soft against my skin. He stepped in front of me holding the cape up as a sort of makeshift shield between my body and the viewers while the woman undressed me - not that there was a lot to undress, but still. She left me wearing my stay ups and my high heeled shoes and ran her soft, long fingers over the nylon on my legs, making me shiver. 

Mr Handsome looked appreciative at me and then took one step closer and wrapped the cape around me, making sure it was covering me completely from the neck and down, before stepping away and returning to their seats. I was now left on the stage, alone - and the lights slowly dimmed down and went out. The room was completely dark apart from a strange light that seemed to come from somewhere under me - or… no. It was coming from inside the cape. Fascinated, I almost forgot about the other persons in the room as I opened the cape and saw my body illuminated by a warm, yellowish light coming from the strangely cold lining of the cape. It became obvious to me that whoever had planned this evening (and likely many evenings before this one) knew very well that this would be the reaction from the person wearing the cape, even if that person didn’t know before that it would occur. 

I did what seemed like the natural thing to do under unusual circumstances like this and I spread my arms wide, opening the cape completely and presenting myself to the audience. As I did, soft music started playing from somewhere, some kind of electronica - soft, but with a distinctive bass. 

“Will the winners of this auction please enter the stage… and let the show begin.”

The tall woman from before got back onto the stage, followed by a curvy lady in an expensive-looking dress and a man whom I could only describe as looking like how a dictionary would picture a gentleman. It took me a little while to realise that they must have made some kind of pact and that they had, so to speak, bought the rights to me for now. The idea made shivers run to my body and I felt hot and cold at the same time. The men each took one side of the cape and pulled it off my body, leaving me next to completely naked in front of a whole bunch of persons who were all watching me intently… The lights had turned back on and a warm light was filling the room, brighter on the stage, but this time it was possible for me to see the people in the audience as well. 

I wasn’t sure what to do and the tall woman seemed to sense my insecurity, she said softly that I just had to follow their lead and not to be afraid to use my safeword, should I feel I needed to.

She took my hand and led me across the stage to what can only be described as a very large, square bed. 

“Make yourself comfortable - and we’ll try to make sure you get even more comfortable before we’re done…” 

I took a deep breath in and laid back, trying to relax. All three of them were still fully dressed, the curvy lady even had long silk gloves on when they started to very slowly caress me. My face, my neck, chest, tummy and legs… my whole body - but not my breasts and no-one touched me between my legs, just thighs, hips, stomach. I started to relax at the same time as I was extremely aware of their touches… and I wanted more. I arched my back, pushing my breasts up towards their touching hands - and I let my thighs fall apart just a little bit more… but to no avail. I did, of course, understand what they were doing. They wanted to make sure that I wanted it, that I would welcome the touch when it finally did come and by God, it did not take long for them to bring me there. 

It felt like forever, but probably wasn't more than a couple of minutes, before light fingertips stroked the underside of my breasts and the touch made me gasp audible. I tried to push my breast up, into the hand, but the fingers had already moved on to another part of my body. It felt like every nerve was tingling with anticipation and when I felt a touch skimming my pubic mound the sound that came out of my mouth was close to a sob.

This, it would seem, was the signal they had been waiting for and all of a sudden the hands were all over me - including my breasts and my now very wet and wanting pussy. The long time with sensual, but not sexual touches had brought me to the borderline and when a thumb now pressed lightly over the hood of my clitoris I immediately climaxed. I could feel my eyes roll back and for a couple of seconds it felt like I was hovering above the bed rather than resting on top of it. 

The hands withdrew from my skin, leaving me feeling even more naked than before, but it didn’t last for long. Warm hands slid in under my behind, repositioning my pelvis and then spreading my thighs. For a brief moment I felt a bit self-conscious, seeing as the audience now had an unobstructed view at my horny pussy - but that thought quickly vanished as the elegant, slender woman started stroking the insides of my thighs, over the nylon and up over the lace topping off those stockings… and then along my swollen labia. Those long, delicate fingers seemed to know exactly how much pressure to apply and I completely forgot about the people watching us. Or, to be perfectly honest, I didn’t actually forget about them. They had turned into a sort of presence that made me both very centred and at the same time I seemed to be able to somehow disconnect and watch this amazing, erotic show from outside my own body. It felt a bit like watching your favourite porn clip - and experiencing it first-hand at the same time. 

The lady in the dress was now the lady without the dress, but still wearing those silk gloves and I felt the bed move as she put her knees down. Her back was to the audience and her thighs framed my face. I was now looking straight up at her neatly trimmed pussy, slowly sinking down over my face. My experience when it comes to pleasuring a woman is very limited to say the least - but I’ve been wanting to try for such a long time and now was the time to give it a go. At the same time as I tentatively licked her smooth labia, someone between my legs was doing exactly the same with my own pussy. With a soft, wet tongue I traced her pussy lips - first along one side, then the other… and thereafter allowing my tongue to briefly dip into her pussy, tasting her juices, before I let it slide between her lips up to her clit, licking it light as a feather. It seemed to be working, since she pressed down a bit more, grinding her pussy against my face. I continued experimenting the best I could while someone, probably the other female, was licking my own pussy (only she obviously has tons of experience, compared to myself) The whole situation was just so excessively sensual it made my head spin - and I had almost forgotten about the third winner. I was on the verge of climaxing again when the lovely tongue between my thighs abruptly stopped and was replaced by, I could only assume, the very hard cock attached to the silver-haired man with the beard. The bed shifted again, only I couldn’t see what was going on since I had my sights restricted by a lovely pussy and the thighs belonging to its owner… but then there the tongue was again, making out with my clit while a smooth cock slowly, but forcefully, slid in and out of me. The sensation overload was almost too much to take and the climax I didn’t quite reach was now rolling in like waves in my body and I was moaning against the pussy over my face - and that proved just the trick for her as well. She pressed down, I could feel her pelvic muscles contracting against me and the wetness got even wetter. 

Once she’d cum she rolled over on her side, repositioning so that she had a good view of what more was going on - and that meant I too got back the visuals of what was going on. It turned out that I had deducted quite right; the bearded man was the one fucking me - and very expertly so, I might add, I’ve always been more keen on the slower and more forceful fuck rather than the frantic, fast kind. I just love being able to feel those slow, decisive movements inside me… 

What rather did surprise me, though, was that the beautiful slender woman had a beautiful and not so slender cock. She was straddling my chest leaning forward to be able to lick my clit while my pussy got its fill of hard cock and that meant that I now had another pair of balls and a hard cock almost within reach. I wasn’t quite sure what I was allowed to do - but I tentatively reached out and put my hands around her narrow waist pulling her groin towards my face. 

As it turned out, that was apparently just the right thing to do. My tongue now got to experience a set of silky smooth balls and a lovely cock and I took care of them the very best I could. Meanwhile a pair of silk clad hands was caressing my breasts…

The bearded man threw his head back and with a few more deep strokes into me he came, I could feel the heat of his cum filling me. As he pulled out my new cocky female friend stepped off the bed and took his place between my open thighs. She first slid her cock over my swollen labia and sensitive clit a few times before sliding it into me. She was leaning forward a bit, applying pressure on my clit and was rocking rather than sliding in and out - and again, an orgasm was building, starting somewhere under the base of my skull, making me shiver and shake and I thought I’d pass out… and just as I was starting to come down from it she came to, filling me once again with hot cum.

I was still trying to somehow collect myself when I was rudely brought back to reality by a loud GONG and an announcer speaking from somewhere behind me.

“This marks the beginning of tonight’s festivities… Let the orgies begin!”