Sold at the Auction(6)

And keeping that in mind, I twirled slowly, doing a three sixty, giving a  generous eyeful of my assets, raising my hands to run them through my  brunette curls, opening my mouth slightly as if in lust. And it worked.  The little parade made me feel better, the man's look becoming sharper  in the booth, more calculating, taking in everything. With a slow  gesture, he made a circular motion with his hand, indicating what he  wanted. Helpless before him, I twirled once more, turning until my back  was to him and bent over, spreading my legs. Oh god, oh god. Was I  really doing this? He wanted a look at my cunt and I was giving it to  him, my moist channel on display, my labia pulsing, beating with the  dirtiness of it all.

And the announcer's voice came on once again.

"As promised, we will be inspecting the virgin's hymen. Article  Twenty-One, hold yourself open, please." Again, I was astounded by her  tone of voice. She could have been saying, "Can I offer you a napkin?"  her voice was so mild despite the illicit words, despite the fact she  was literally telling another woman to part her pussy for a dozen men to  see.

But what choice did I have? If I refused, it would just be back to the  handlers, they'd probably part my cheeks like I was a cow to be  inseminated and the whole scenario made me cringe, heart curdling. So I  did as commanded. Stroking my hands up and down my calves, I caressed  them sensuously, making sure the man's eyes were locked on my body. Then  I ran my palms up over my thick thighs, squeezing them, the luscious  ham hocks heavy and firm, before running each of my small hands up to my  ass, caressing the pale peachy orbs, even lifting my hips and bumping  up and down a bit so that my cheeks jiggled and wiggled entrancingly.

But the main course was coming. With a butt cheek in each hand, I slowly  pulled them apart, my steaming slit coming into view, the beautiful  pinkness that belonged to me alone. And oh fuck, while I was doing it, I  went all the way. I leaned over more, making sure my ass was high in  the air, and showed them my taboo hole then. Oh yeah, my gorgeous brown  pucker winked and flashed under the spotlight, flirting with the buyers,  a perfect counterpoint to the pink wetness that dripped below, my  swollen labia engorged and pulsing with desire.

But the men couldn't see what the evidence of my virginity just yet, so the female voice came on again.         

     



 

"Article Twenty-One, please hold your labia open. Cameras," she directed. "Prepare to zoom."

And I gasped, head still between my knees. Oh my god, they wanted to  look up into my channel, deep into the hot pink for a glimpse of my  hymen? To see that part of me that was still intact, where no man had  touched? And they were going to zoom in, let everyone see up close and  personal? Oh my god, oh my god.

But the naughtiness titillated me because it was so dirty and sensuous  at once. I'd played with myself a few times, always stopping when I  reached the barrier, the spongy tissue that proved I was untouched,  untaken. And so taking a deep breath, I let go of my orbs and let my  small hands creep between my thighs, slowly caressing my plush pussy  lips, letting them watch as I massaged my cunt. Mmm, it felt good, my  nub was tingling, my clit so big and stiff that I was sure they could  see it, all two inches poking out, waving in the air.

And for emphasis, I gave it a stiff pinch, making myself gasp, cunt  gushing wetly at the illicit touch. Oh god, what would it be like to  feel a man's hand there, feel a pair of strong, masculine fingers  running through my soft folds? I pretended it was the dark man in the  booth touching me, making me come with need. How his hands would slip  knowingly between my thighs, probing my small hole, touching where no  one had touched before, prepping me for his cock. And moaning, I closed  my eyes, preparing for the grand finale. Because with a slow moan, I did  it. Small fingers pushed my labia to each side so that I was holding  myself open, so that each man could see right up my cunt, glimpse the  hot pink walls, drenched and steaming, the female juice that coated my  privates. And oh fuck, oh fuck, but I knew what the camera was doing at  that very moment. It was zooming in on my ass, on my pussy, going in for  the deep dive. I stood stock still, feeling the caress of a dozen pairs  of eyes, feeling the electronic lens home in on the part of me that  proved my virginity, that showed I was untouched, ready for my first  man. Because yes, my hymen was there for these men to see, for these men  to taste, lick, touch, and finally penetrate if they bought me.

And at that moment, I glanced through my legs and met the eyes of the  dark man. He was staring at me hard, gaze fixed on my pussy before  jerking to a monitor in front of him and I realized that each booth must  have been equipped with its own flatscreen so that the user could view  me from multiple angles, up, down, below, and now inside. He stared,  transfixed, as the camera sharpened and focused and suddenly the lights  of every single booth flashed brightly. They must have caught my hymen  on screen, the men must have seen my virginity, the proof that I was  untouched.

And the bidding flew into a frenzy then.

"I hear one hundred thousand," chimed the woman's voice. "Is there anyone for two?"

I gasped. One hundred thousand? The redhead had gone for fifty and  already my bidding was at one hundred? How was I double her price? But I  guess that was the going price for virgins and flushing hotly, I bit my  lip, getting ready to stand. But the woman's voice rang out again.

"Touch yourself," she commanded. "Article Twenty-One, touch yourself as bidders place their bets."

And oh god, it was wrong, but what choice did I have? So moaning softly,  I complied. One hand held my pussy lips open so that the men could see  right up my cunt, my other hand kneading my clit. Oh god, it felt so  good, it was so dirty and humiliating and yet sensations coursed through  me so hard that I couldn't process it. I could faintly make out the  sound of bidding as I stroked my clit, running my fingers through my  slippery folds, even touching my hole a bit, sliding a digit an inch  between my plush lips, testing the untouched slit.

And oh god, but the dark man. My eyes flipped open for a second to meet  his, and he was staring hard again, devouring my body with his eyes,  blue gaze so scorching that I was pushed over the edge. He was so  commanding, so alpha, so dominant that without any words, in public  before a dozen filthy rich men, the big man made me come. I screamed  aloud, my hand like a motor between my legs now, pussy giving it up as  it clenched and spasmed, gushes of juices coming from my hole. It felt  so good, electric shocks running from my cunt to my fingers and toes,  making everything go soft and gelatin-like before the next spasm caught  me, my pussy clamping down hard again in ecstasy before opening, letting  out another gush of female cream.

And I couldn't help it. Our eyes never breaking contact, I frigged  myself through the entire session, masturbating just for him, touching  myself again and again, pretending it was him. His eyes ate me up,  absolutely devoured me, caressing every inch of my body as if it were  his already. And just as the tremors began to subside, as I began to  calm, taking a big breath, the female voice came on again.         

     



 

"Sold to the highest bidder! The Girl in Gold has been sold for two million dollars, closing immediately."

I gasped, still nude, barely able to stand now. There were smears of  cream on my thighs, evidence of my lust, and the two handlers stepped  forward, each seizing one of my arms, making sure I'd make it. Slowly,  they helped me off the dais and I walked with wobbly steps to the  doorway in the wall, turning my head back once to shoot the dark man a  beseeching look.

He looked right back at me, a half-smile playing on his lips, nodding  discreetly as the handlers dragged me into a hallway. What did that  mean? Had he bought me? What was coming next? All I knew was that I  should have been ashamed, should have been humiliated given that I'd  literally just been sold, but instead, all I could feel was the hot  flush of my body, the tingles that still coursed through my cunt. Who  was that man? Who was the man with the dark hair and blue eyes? I had to  know and prayed desperately that he was my buyer.





CHAPTER FIVE


Troy




She was gorgeous, the most stunning girl I'd ever seen. Word on the  street had been that there was a new one tonight, one who'd never been  touched, who was going to set a record price. I didn't fucking believe  it. Last time there was "new product," it'd been a lie. Evidently,  females can get surgery these days to reconstruct their hymen and that's  what happened in this case. Because once her buyer got her home, the  whole scheme disintegrated. Literally disintegrated. He'd fucked his  dick in, expecting to feel the tear of tissue, but instead he fucked  through a piece of cloth, his dick coming out with white fuzz, specks of  cotton sticking to it. I didn't hear what had happened to the female  but it couldn't have been good, Les Wyman isn't exactly known for his  gentle touch. So yeah, don't pull one on the Billionaires Club, it's not  worth your sanity.