Secrets of the Rich and Famous Ch. 01

The sun shone through the custom wooden blinds and velvet drapes that covered the 10ft windows of the bedroom. Serena Cho Rossi moaned quietly as the light hit her face, and she slowly stirred. Long, lithe limbs splayed as she stretched her 5'10" frame, sweeping her dark waves out of her face.

Serena was tall for a Korean woman, but her height and beautiful looks had always been an advantage. Modeling had been an easy career for her, and it was - in a roundabout sort of way- how she'd met her finance investor husband, Daniel Rossi. She'd been asked to attend an upscale restaurant's opening event due to her large social media following, and Daniel had happened to also attend the event. One electric gaze across the dining room later, and the two had found themselves tangled in each other's arms (and between each other's legs) in the private dining room reserved for exclusive events. The rest, as they say, is history.

Six years later, 29-year-old Serena had retired from modeling and spent her days managing the fashion brand she founded upon retirement, but she was just as captivating as she'd been the days she'd entranced audiences and her husband alike. Large brown eyes the color of milk chocolate, creamy skin with a single freckle under her left eye, shiny black hair that fell in waves to her ribs, soft hips that narrowed into a trim waist, and plush breasts that often threatened to spill out of even the best-fitting necklines.

Daniel was a specimen himself - 6'3", a chiseled jaw, and deep green eyes that sat under thick, wavy, blond hair. Regular exercise led to a muscular frame, and he rarely dressed anything less than business casual even inside the home. Together, they made a stunning couple.

They lived in a 6-bedroom, 7 bathroom marbled mansion tucked away in the hills of Southern Italy. A vineyard sat to the west of their estate, while horse stables and vegetable gardens sat to the east. A fountain bubbled cheerfully in their roundabout driveway, leading the way to their 6 car garage that housed 2 Porsches, an Aston-Martin, and a Lamborghini. Their 23-person staff comprised of 12 maids, 2 chefs, 4 butlers, 2 drivers, a pilot, and 2 household managers. On paper, they lived a beautiful life of luxury.

However, underneath all this beauty and opulence, Serena and Daniel found themselves bored. They enjoyed their lives together and their bedroom was far from dead, but something was missing. What, they weren't sure, but they'd lost some of the spark that made life interesting. And it was this boredom that led them to accept their friend's intriguing invitation to an exclusive event located in Amsterdam today - incredibly hush hush, $10k each to simply RSVP, with a dress code of simply: "Sex."

Daniel walked into the bedroom with a cup of coffee and kissed his wife good morning. She rose up on her knees and eagerly kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his neck, and their kisses turned deeper until she was panting quietly and his hand was wrapped around her hair, guiding her down to his cock. Serena opened her mouth dutifully, and he began sliding his thick 9 inches down her throat until he reached the barrier and he paused. He looked down at her, smirking at the tears that began forming her eyes as she struggled for a breath. Bringing his other hand to the back of her head, he fisted both hands in her hair and pulled her throat onto his cock until he was fully buried inside of her, her nose pressed tightly against his pelvis. Her hands squeezed desperately at his thighs but she didn't attempt to pull away, and he held his cock there as he watched her beautiful brown eyes spill those shiny tears.

"Look at you, my beautiful whore. You fit my cock perfectly in every hole, don't you?" He gently slapped her cheek a few times, smiling as Serena's eyes shone with pride even through the tears.

He pulled out, let her take a breath, and then roughly flipped her onto her back and began fucking her throat in earnest, hard and fast. She barely had a chance to cry out before he cut off her air entirely, the obscene gawk gawk gawk of her throat threatening to make him cum early. His balls slapped her nose and he watched her throat bulge every time he buried himself completely down her neck. Serena writhed underneath him, and he leaned over and began rubbing her clit, angling himself even deeper down her throat. Her muffled moans interjected the sounds of her choking and the filthy schlicking noises of his fingers playing with her filled the room. She was soaking wet. Her juices splashed as he forced her to cum, her cries gargled by his full length strangling her voice. Relentless, he roughly inserted 2 fingers inside her pussy as she was still coming down from her first orgasm, curling them inwards toward her g-spot while rubbing his palm firmly on her clit, and she convulsed as he pushed in a third finger and forced her to come again and again until the bed was soaked and she was limp. Pulling out of her entirely, he shoved his hand into her mouth with a single command.

"Clean them."

And she did so beautifully, gasping for air but sucking off every drop of her own juices off his fingers until he replaced them again with his cock. Wrapping his fingers around her throat, he relished in how she trembled and struggled as he fucked her throat mercilessly, tightening his grip on her throat around his own cock, as if he were simply masturbating with an extra step.

Serena obediently kept her jaw as open as possible, even as stars began to appear in the corners of her eyes. Her hands went to her breasts and she pinched her nipples tightly as her husband used her throat like it was nothing more than a pocket pussy, and her clit tingled with how sensitive it was after orgasming multiple times. Soon, her husband groaned, and he gave a few more forceful thrusts and came deep down her throat, directly into her stomach. He held his cock there for a few more seconds, before pulling out. Serena immediately doubled over, gasping for breath, her thighs slick and her face an absolute mess. Daniel loved seeing her like this - his beautiful supermodel and CEO wife, whip smart and clever and charming, the perfect woman who donated money and time to philanthropies and had two master's degrees, reduced to his messy little slut in the privacy of their home.

He smiled at the sight, and pulled her to her knees at the edge of the bed by her hair. She was panting, but met his eyes obediently, sitting back on her feet and spreading her knees like the well-trained wife he'd taught her to be. He gave one solid slap to her clit, and she jumped but did not pull away. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Good girl. Let's go get some breakfast."

Later, Serena found herself sliding into a red fringe dress that hit mid thigh, silk strands barely covering her skin, while Daniel wore a tailored suit, complete with diamond cuff links and a silk tie. The event started at 7pm sharp with champagne and hor d'oerves, with the main event starting at 8.

They were sat at a linen-clothed table next to a tech CEO and his latest girlfriend, a famous actor, and a socialite heiress and her fiancée. The lights dimmed, and as a long line of blindfolded and handcuffed naked women were paraded out onto the stage, it quickly became clear what the main event was to be: an auction.

Serena's breath quickened, and her hand gripped Daniel's tightly. Was this what they needed? A sex slave to spice up their life? Serena felt a tingle deep in her belly, and a flush crept up her chest - a flush that didn't go unnoticed by her husband. He cocked an eyebrow, and in a low voice asked, "Do you want one?"

Her eyes swept across the line of women trembling in the spotlight, and her eyes landed on two particular girls standing right next to each other. One was shorter, perhaps 5'3", with pert breasts, shoulder-length brown hair, and thick hips. The other was taller, almost as tall as Serena herself, with a tiny waist, bejeweled belly button, and long blond hair that nearly reached her waist. Serena felt the tingle sink lower, between her legs. No, she didn't want one - she wanted two. Those two. She loved being submissive to her husband, but the idea of dominating women as her own personal sex slaves excited her in a way that she'd never felt before. She nodded quietly, and an almost feral smile spread across Daniel's face.

Three hours of bidding later, the girls stood quietly in front of Serena and Daniel in a private room behind the stage. Still handcuffed, blindfolded, and shaking. The blonde one's name was Jennie. 18, sold off because her parents had borrowed money from a local loan shark to pay medical debt for their younger daughter. The shorter one was Cindy, a 19-year-old and one of 7 children, whose father had grown sick of her constant disobedience and defiance and had also needed to secure funds to start his construction business.

Serena bit her lower lip and moved closer. The girls jerked back as her heels clicked on the floor.

"Please..." the blond one whispered.

Serena cocked her head. "Please what?"

The girl fell silent. Serena's eyes narrowed, and she reached forward and grabbed the blonde curls nestled between the girl's legs. The girl cried out as Serena yanked her closer by her pubes, her grip punishingly tight. "Please what?"

"Please," the girl choked out. "We have families. We just want to go home."

Serena and Daniel looked at each other, realizing that the girls did not know.

"Jennie and Cindy," Daniel said matter-of-factly. "Neither of you will ever see your families again. Your families sold you to be auctioned. In fact, some of the families were even in the audience tonight - yours could have been, too. We bought you. You are now our property, worth even less than the uniforms of the staff that maintain our household, and we will treat you as such. Do you understand?"

A beat of silence passed before Jennie began breaking down in tears while Cindy stood stock-still. Serena smiled, and a dark sadistic feeling began rising up inside of her. This was going to be fun.