by Mia Ford
“Yes… like that…” he whispered. “Hold it up and lick the underside… Yes… that’s it… Now spread your lips just enough to let me slide inside… yes… that’s it… Now move your lips back and forth… oh fuck… yes… just like that…”
I smiled with his cock in my mouth. I was giving my first blowjob and obviously doing a pretty damned good job. It was amazing, the feeling of his manhood between my lips. As I slid his thick cock in and out of my mouth, I felt things deep inside me that I’d never felt before. My breasts were swelling. My nipples were so hard they ached. And my cunt was on fire, filling me with a heat and desire I had never felt before.
“That’s perfect…” he said. My hand came up to fondle his balls as I sucked his cock. I knew enough to be careful there as I kneaded the flesh of his sack between my fingers.
I took his cock in my hand and let it slide from my mouth. I worked my hand back and forth and gazed up at him.
“Come into the bath with me,” I said. “I have something for you.”
CHAPTER TEN: Nicky
For a virgin, Katrina sucked cock like a seasoned pro. She was gentle and firm at the same time, sliding the head and a few inches of the shaft slowly inside her mouth and suctioning her lips to draw it back out again. I could have shot my load over her hand and into her mouth and would do so later if all went well, but I wanted my first orgasm to be inside her. I’d never had a four-hundred-thousand-dollar orgasm before. I expected it to be spectacular.
She released my cock long enough to let me climb into the tub with her. She leaned back against the side with her legs spread and her beautiful tits on display. I got on my knees in front of her and kissed her on the lips, then let my tongue trail a path down her neck to her waiting nipples. When my lips closed around her right nipple I heard her gasp. I knew no man’s lips had touched this nipple before. I could just feel it in the connection between us that seemed to be growing stronger by the minute. My hands came up to knead her full globes as my tongue slid between her nipples, lingering for a moment, licking, sucking, then back to the other.
She put her hands around my neck and moaned in my ear. My hands dipped beneath the water, sliding down her flat stomach to her wet mound. I could feel the hot moisture gushing from of her pussy even under the warm water. I pressed my lips to hers and probed her mouth with my tongue as my fingertips touched her pussy for the first time. She jumped a little, then giggled, then sucked on my tongue to urge me forward.
Her hand found my cock and she pumped it as my fingers explored her folds, sliding up and down from her asshole to her clit. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and slid one inside the entrance to her hole and swirled it around.
“Oh… fuck…” she moaned, arching her back. “I think I’m… oh… god…”
I smiled as I watched her squeeze her eyes shut and bite her lip. She was cumming for the first time because a man was touching her. As her hand milked my cock faster, I pushed my finger in up to the knuckle and fucked her with it. She came hard against me, her hand tightening around my cock and her pussy tightening around my finger.
“Oh my god…” she sighed, breathing hard. She tugged my cock toward her. “Fuck me, Nicky. Fuck me and make me cum again.”
“My pleasure,” I said with a smile. I maneuvered myself closer to her as she guided my cock to her hole. I pressed the head to the opening and braced myself with my hands on the edges of the tub. “Are you ready?”
She bit her lip and gave me a nod.
“Just relax and let me do it,” I said, watching her face for any sign of pain as I slid the head inside her. I felt the walls of her pussy expand to grip my cock, tight as a thousand tiny fingers. I had to focus because I could have cum at any second. I pressed my lips to hers for a moment, then put my lips to her ear. “Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.”
As she took in the breath, then began to let it out, I moved my hips into her. I could feel the head of my cock against her veil. When she closed her eyes and pursed her lips to breathe, I thrust into her, ripping the veil and forcing my cock past it. She gasped and closed her eyes. A single tear trailed from her eye and down her cheek. I kissed it away.
“Are you okay?” I asked. She opened her eyes and smiled.
“I am now.” She put her hands around me and dug her fingers into my ass. “Fuck me, Nicky. Fuck me hard. I’m so close. I want to cum with you.”
I started kissing her as my hips moved back and forth, my cock hard and firm, forcing its way inside her. Her pussy felt amazing as it closed around my cock, so tight, so wet, so hot. It didn’t take long to feel the orgasm that had been building inside my balls to start shooting through me.
“Fuck… I’m cumming, Katrina…” I said, gritting my teeth as I quickened the pace, sliding in and out of her so hard the tub seemed to wobble beneath us. I gazed into her eyes. She was smiling with her mouth open.
“I’m… cumming… too…”
We erupted together, me filling her with my hot milky seed and her washing her hot virgin juices over me like a warm sea coming to shore. We moved together as we came, until we were spent and I lowered myself on top of her.
“That was incredible,” I said, my cheek pressed to hers as we both tried to catch our breath.
“That was incredible,” she said, nibbling at my ear. “And just think, we have all weekend to do it again.”
“Again, again, and again,” I said as my cock slid out of her and I fell back against the other side of the tub. I found her foot beneath the water and brought it up and held it to my chin. I gave her a playful smile. “This could possibly be the best four-hundred-thousand dollars I’ve ever spent.”
She grinned. “I promise to give you your money’s worth.”
I pressed my lips to her big toe and sighed. “I would expect nothing less.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Katrina
I couldn’t ever remember sleeping so soundly as the first night I spent in Nicky’s arms. After the bath, we moved to the bed, where we made love for what seemed like hours. I was an eager student and Nicky was a willing teacher, showing me how to please him and asking how he could please me.
I eagerly sucked his cock again, this time letting him fill my mouth with his hot, milky cum, which I eagerly swallowed, then licked him clean. He used his tongue and lips on my pussy and clit to drive me over the moon. The feeling of his tongue inside of me, like a little flexible cock, was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I was immediately a huge fan of oral sex. A HUGE FAN!
We fucked in every position imaginable until we were finally exhausted and sore and unable to go on. We giggled and passed out in each other’s arms. When I woke up Saturday morning, I opened my eyes to find him smiling at me.
“Good morning,” he said, leaning up on one elbow as his fingers traced circles around my nipples. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept like amazingly well,” I sighed. “You?”
“Amazingly well,” he teased. He let his eyes drift across my face, as if he was searching for signs of regrets. “You okay? Really?”
“I am beyond okay,” I said, stretching out my limbs and grunting playfully at him. I opened my arms and he rolled on top of me. His cock was already hard. I spread my legs so he could slide his shaft along my pussy, which was still wet and gooey from the night before. He braced himself on his elbows and stared into my eyes.
“What would you like to do today,” he asked. He pushed his cock against my clit, making me moan with delight. “Other than this, I mean.”
“Are there things to do here?” I asked, trying to focus on the conversation as the fire ignited inside my cunt and my juices began to flow hot and thick again.
“There are lots of things to do,” he said. “Horseback riding, a lake, woods to explore.”
“How do you know so much about the place?” I asked, giving him a suspicious look that made him smile.
“I grew up here,” he said. “Believe it or not, this used to be my grandparents’
home.”
I frowned at him. “What? So, wait, are you involved in putting on the auction?” I didn’t know why, but the thought of my new… what were we exactly… lovers? The thought of him being involved in the auctioning of women’s virginity bothered me, even if it did just net me two-hundred-thousand dollars.
“No, I’m not involved in the family business at all,” he said, bracing himself on his arms as he continued sliding his cock against me. “The fact that I was even here last night was purely coincidental. My cousin dragged me here. It was the first time I’d ever seen such a thing.” He leaned down to give me a kiss. “I’m glad I was here.”
“I’m glad you were here, too,” I said, relaxing again as his shaft slid up and down between my folds. I put my hands around his neck and gazed into his eyes. “Can I ask you a strange question? I mean, given the circumstances.”
“Sure,” he sighed. His eyes were getting dreamy and his breath heavy.
“Is there a connection here? I mean, other than the sex. Do you feel a connection or is it my imagination?”
He stopped moving his hips and focused his eyes on mine. “Do you mean something more than a weekend of amazing sex with a handsome stranger?”
I smiled as my cheeks flushed. “I guess.”
“Tell you what,” he said, lifting up to reach between us so he could guide the head of his cock to my waiting hole. “Let’s have an unbelievable weekend, then if you still want to meet when we’re back in the city, that would be more than fine with me. Deal?”
“Deal,” I moaned as his cock slid inside me, sending shudders through my body. I dug my fingernails into his back and wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved in and out. It was a marvelous way to wake up. As the orgasm shuddered through me, I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the weekend would bring.
CHAPTER TWELVE: Katrina
The two days I spent with Nicky were without a doubt the best days of my life. Granted, we spent most of the weekend in bed exploring each other’s bodies and discovering new ways to derive pleasure from them, but we also ate in the dining room, explored the grounds, watched TV in bed, walked and talked and held hands, and just got to know one another.
Nicky D’Angelo was not only handsome and sexy as hell, but super intelligent, warm, caring, funny, and sexy as hell… oh wait… I said that already. Well, it warranted saying it twice, he was that sexy.
He told me he grew up in a well-to-do family and went out on his own after college rather than joining the family business. Other than that, he didn’t talk at all about his family. I got the impression it was somewhat of a touchy subject so didn’t push him. That was fine. I didn’t want to talk about my family either. For all he knew, I had a perfect home life and all was well. I didn’t lie to him. I just didn’t talk about it. As my father would say, it’s not a lie when you don’t say anything.
I was thrilled to learn that Nicky was a successful entrepreneur who had his own multimillion dollar financial services company. Plus, he had never been married and didn’t have a girlfriend, so he came with no baggage there.
And best of all, he seemed genuinely interested in me. I mean, granted, he paid a ton of money to spend the weekend with me, but I got the feeling it wasn’t all about the sex. There was more to Nicky than that. It was that connection I was talking about. Call it chemistry or kismet. There was definitely something there. We weren’t in love or anything silly like that, not yet, but maybe we would be someday if this little spark suddenly caught fire.
Still, I had trouble believing it was real. And deep down inside, I kept waiting for it to fall apart. I expected Nicky to pull off his Mr. Nice Guy mask and reveal his true self. That was how my luck usually went, but so far, so good.
* * *
On Monday morning, Nicky was already gone when I woke up. I knew he had to be back in the city early for business, but I was sad that he wasn’t there to wake up to. I loved our morning sex, but truth be told, I was a little sore and welcomed the break. I was still breaking in the equipment, as they say. I had the feeling that I would be walking a little bow legged for a few days. The thought made me giggle. And miss him. It would have been lovely to wake up in his strong arms.
I took a shower and got dressed, then packed my stuff and started to go downstairs to call a cab. I was about to leave the room when there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to find the woman who had overseen the auction standing there with a broad smile on her heavily made up face and a leather briefcase dangling at her side. She handed me the briefcase and clasped her hands between her breasts. She looked as proud as punch.
“Congratulations, Miss Donovan,” she said. “I’m so glad things worked out for you. Mr. D’Angelo is a lovely man.”
“Thank you,” I said, holding out the briefcase between my hands like a tray full of drinks back at the bar. “What is this?”
“It’s your share of the money, dear,” she said with a nod. “Two hundred thousand dollars in cash.” She leaned her head in, put her hand to one side of her mouth, and lowered her voice. “And don’t worry about paying taxes on it because the IRS will never know.”
“Um, okay…” Wow, in my orgasmic bliss I had totally forgotten about the money. This day just kept getting better.
“Mr. D’Angelo ordered a car for you. It’s downstairs to take you back to the city when you’re ready. We do like for guests to leave before noon if possible so we can close up the house. I hope you found your experience here enjoyable. And please, tell your virginal friends about us, confidentially, of course. The authorities don’t approve of our little game. We pay a handsome commission for referrals. And confidentiality.”
“A commission?”
She held up ten fingers and wiggled them one at a time, as if I were a little kid she was teaching to count. “Yes. Ten thousand dollars for each referral that is successfully auctioned.”
“Wow, um, okay. I’ll definitely keep that in mind.”
I didn’t really know what to say so I thanked her again and she walked away. I was a little dumbfounded that I was holding two hundred thousand dollars in cash and had been invited to refer virgins for a commission.
I wondered if Bethany would be getting ten grand for referring me.
If not, I would gladly pay her a commission myself because the Virgin Auction was about to change my life.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Katrina
When I arrived home around ten, I found my dad standing behind the bar with a pencil and clipboard in hand, taking inventory of the liquor bottles and beer in the cooler, acting like it was just another day at the bar and all was right with the world. And he didn’t have some guys threatening to kill him.
The bar wouldn’t open for another few hours, so all the lights were on and he had the radio turned up, listening to one of those loud mouth political commentators he listened to all the time. I didn’t think my dad was especially political. He just liked the noise. He once said it made him feel like he was not so alone. The sadness of the remark never registered with me before, though it was doing so now as I watched him through the small glass in the kitchen door. He looked so small and alone behind the great, big bar. I had never really thought about how sad he must have been over mom’s death. I had never really thought about his feelings at all.
I had used my key to come in through the back door and when I walked into the bar from the kitchen, he jumped at the sight of me.
“Jesus, girl, you nearly scared me to death,” he said, tossing the clipboard on the bar and swiping the back of his hand across his forehead. He took a minute to catch his breath, then forced his version of a smile and waited for me to slide onto a barstool. I set the briefcase on the floor and laced my fingers together on the bar.
“Wanna Coke or something?” he asked. “Might be some coffee left in the pot.”
I gave him a little smile. “No, I’m fine.”
He picked up a bar rag and rubbed it between his hands. “So, how was Atlantic City?”
I had told him that I was going to Atlantic City with Bethany for the weekend so he wouldn’t worry or suspect anything. It was also the perfect cover to explain how I came home with so much cash.
I set the briefcase on the bar and clicked open the latches. “It was a good weekend,” I said, spinning the briefcase to face him. “In fact…” When I opened the case and he saw the banded stacks of twenty-dollar bills, I thought his eyes were going to pop right out of his head.
“Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, where did you get that money?” he asked. He reached into the case and tentatively ran his fingertips over the stacks of bills. I knew that showing a gambling addict so much money was like handing the keys to a meth lab to a crack addict. I playfully slapped his hand and closed the case.
“Like I said, I had a very good weekend,” I said. “I hit a hot streak at the roulette table.”
“Roulette?” He was staring at the briefcase, even though I had closed the lid and set my arms on top of it. He narrowed his eyes at me as if he was looking for a lie on my lips. “I didn’t know you knew how to play roulette.”
“Well, you don’t really know how to play roulette,” I said. “You just pick a color and number and give it a spin. It was all dumb luck.”