InnocenceForSale.com/Jane (Innocence For Sale Book 3)

by Ada Scott

  Amy didn’t seem to mind. Not in the way she had the previous nights, anyway. She had an air of euphoria about her and, unmistakably, confidence that was definitely a clear and present danger to the remaining half of my wager with Kevin.

  Somehow, I slept like a baby. That blowjob certainly relieved some tension that had been building up.

  When I woke, my brain went to work immediately, analyzing the situation. Tonight was Obvius.ly’s celebration party for hitting twenty million monthly active subscribers, so the most perilous time of day was already going to be spent in public at a party.

  With my newly-bolstered sense of willpower and keeping us busy during the day, I could get through this one last night. Tomorrow, another busy day, plus Amy would have to pack for her late-night flight.

  I could do this.

  When Amy emerged from her room, she was on top of the world, humming with excitement. I didn’t even have a chance to lay out a plan for the day before she asked if it would be OK for her to go shopping alone.

  Deep down, I knew she must have had her reasons, but it felt like a get out of jail free card at the time. The party would run late, so I’d still be spending plenty of time with her.

  The only card of mine she accepted was the key card so she could get back in and she left after giving me a happy little peck on the cheek. I shrugged at the back of the closed door and went to my home office.

  The instant I showed up online, I had a video call from Kevin. I put on my headset and accepted the call.

  “Morning, you rich motherfucker!” said Kevin.

  “Morning.”

  “Come on now, where’s the enthusiasm?”

  “Fuck you,” I said, pulling a checkbook out of my drawer.

  “Oh, you haven’t seen it?”

  I glanced up at the screen. “Seen what?”

  “Five minutes ago. Check your mail.”

  I brought up my email on a second screen and saw that Anson Allen had sent a message, with the subject “Re: Contract Amendments.” I looked back at Kevin’s smiling face, then opened the email.

  With each line I read, the sense of triumph built. My heart was thundering in my ears and I didn’t even realize I’d stood to my feet until I heard Kevin laughing.

  “There it is! That’s more like it!” he said.

  I sat down again, holding my finger up at the email. “He’s coming tonight, to the party, to sign in person?”

  “Yes! It’s really happening. So, how does it feel?”

  “Um… how the fuck do you think it feels? Feels great!” I said.

  “I mean, specifically, to be a billionaire?”

  “Oh.” I dragged the word out and sat back in my chair, tenting my fingers in front of me and looking off into the distance dramatically.

  “Don’t keep me in suspense.”

  I leaned forward again and wrote him his check for one million one hundred and eighty thousand dollars. “Well, son, it feels like I’m getting what I deserve after many years of hard work. I want you to know that, even though I’m a much better person now, I won’t let it go to my head or change me in any way. We’ll still go golfing on Sundays even though now I’ll be using you as my tee.”

  “Look at me now, ma.”

  “If you put in the work, you too can achieve greatness. So, with that in mind, I’d like to offer you a little contribution to help you on your way to financial independence.” I held the check up to the camera so he could see it.

  “Aha! I fucking knew it! You couldn’t keep your dick out of her. That’s two in a row. Man, this day just couldn’t get any better.”

  “I didn’t fuck her.”

  “Then…” he held his hands up in confusion.

  “She… uh… finished what she started the other day.”

  “Oh. Right. Well, you might as well fuck her now. I don’t want any technicalities ruining the record of this wondrous occasion.”

  “Thanks for the advice, but my head’s clear now. I can make it until tomorrow night.”

  “I dunno, something tells me you might feel like celebrating,” Kevin said.

  “Who me? No chance, Kevin ‘Hollow Victory’ Grant. I’ll see you tonight.”

  “Alright, hey, think Anson would be up to signing the contract on stage?”

  “Maybe, very theatrical,” I said.

  “I’ll run it past him. Catch you later.”

  “Bye.”

  I tucked Kevin’s check into my wallet as I read Anson’s email again. He was right, this was cause for celebration if anything ever was. I just wished I could have celebrated my largest ever exit properly with Amy.

  For the next couple of hours, I reworked my speech so I could speak a little about the acquisition. Kevin confirmed Anson would be happy to seal the deal in front of all the attending employees, so I made an allowance for that too.

  It was still well before lunch when Amy returned. I caught a glimpse of her through my door, and I caught her eye too.

  “Hi! I’ll be there in a minute,” she called.

  I could see she was carrying a couple shopping bags, but I couldn’t make out what store they were from at this distance. I saved my speech and read over the changes while I waited for Amy, prepared to steer us straight back out the door as soon as humanly possible.

  She was gone for several minutes. When I heard the door to her room open, I saved my speech again and stood, reaching for my jacket. My fingers lost the dexterity required to pick it up when I saw her leaning against the doorframe of my office though.

  The first thing I saw was that she was hugging the teddy bear I won her last night with one arm while she twirled a pigtail around the finger of her opposite hand. Her legs were covered up to mid-thigh with some knee socks, leaving a tantalizing band of smooth skin between the tops of those and the hem of her short pleated skirt.

  Her tank top hugged her body almost skintight and left no doubt as to whether she was wearing a bra underneath. Amy’s nipples poked at the material, and all I wanted to do was feel her breasts in the palms of my hands, to squeeze those nipples until she breathlessly panted my name.

  “I’ve got a present for you, Daddy,” she said in the most innocent voice I’d ever heard.

  I was about to lose another million dollars.

  Amy

  It took me longer than I wanted to find everything I needed. I didn’t need much, but being unfamiliar with the area I didn’t know exactly where to go.

  Some ribbons to tie my hair in pretty pigtails, some knee socks and a pleated skirt. I already had the tank top and Kris won the teddy bear for me. It was perfect. It was my dream come true, and the way Kris closed the distance between us, I thought it must have been his dream come true as well.

  Kris reached out and curled his fingers around the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss. I went up on my toes and his other hand squeezed my ass tight while he stole my breath.

  He pushed me to the side and then held me against the wall with his entire body, one knee sneaking between mine so I had to part my legs a little. I could feel the material of his pant leg on the bare skin of my inner thighs above my knee socks, pushing my already short skirt up.

  “What have you got for me, Amy?” he asked.

  “You’re so good to me, Daddy, I want you to be happy.”

  “What do you think would make me happy?”

  “I thought, maybe, you could use me. I’m really tight, Daddy. Would that make you happy?”

  His huge hard cock pressed against my inner thighs, trapped down his pants leg as it hardened. I whimpered quietly, and he knew why.

  “You think you can take it, little girl?” he asked.

  “I don’t know,” I said, truthfully, “but I want you inside me, even if it hurts.”

  “If I start, I don’t know if I can stop.”

  “I won’t want you to stop, Daddy.”

  Kris kissed me again, a deeper and more powerful kiss than I ever dreamed possible, and lifted me off my feet so suddenly
that I almost dropped my teddy bear. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he held me off the ground by my ass, carrying me out of his office.

  He must have had the layout of his penthouse committed in perfect detail to his memory, otherwise I had no idea how he navigated his way through while carrying me and indulging me with that kind of kiss. Kris bent over and I felt the couch under my back as he climbed on top of me.

  Curling one arm behind my neck, he held me close while reaching between our bodies and into his pants. With a little wiggle and yank, he adjusted himself so his big cock was freed from his pants leg. When he pushed himself against me, I could feel that big bulge pushing my panties into my slit.

  “I love your cock so much, Daddy,” I breathed, bucking my hips so I could feel it sliding along my folds with only a few layers of material between us.

  “Holy fuck, Amy, I’m going to ruin you.”

  “Yes please!”

  Kris disentangled himself from my legs and stood to remove his clothes. I watched, entranced, as he pulled off his shirt and I could once again feast my eyes on that hard physique.

  His every movement was depraved poetry in motion. My captivated attention was no doubt written plainly on my face as I twirled a pigtail around and held my breath while he undid his pants.

  When he hooked his thumbs inside the waistband and pulled his pants and underwear down in a single motion, his glorious cock sprang free and tilted like the world’s thickest dowsing rod in my direction. It was a work of art, and my legs parted a little at the sight of it.

  They parted even further when he came closer, but instead of moving between them, he straddled my chest. From this perspective, his cock towered huge and menacing over me. It was incredible to think that the last time I’d seen it, it had just finished cumming in my mouth and all over my face.

  Me. I had given Kris all that pleasure. I had turned him on enough to get over whatever hang-ups he had about this arrangement. I could do it again, but this time all that cum would be inside me and by the end of it I wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.

  Kris pulled my tank top up over my tits and squeezed them with both hands, pushing them up and together to create deep cleavage out of even my modest size. When he let them spring back to their natural shape, he pinched my nipples between his finger and thumb.

  Rolling them both until I was almost at the point of pain, he then released and flicked his thumb across one. I moaned and reached around his thighs, pulling my panties aside with one hand so I could touch myself with the other.

  Kris pulled my teddy bear out from the crook of my arm and shoved it under my head like a teddy-pillow before grasping his shaft and aiming it at my mouth. I licked my lips and opened my mouth, trying to think of how I could stop him if he really got going like at Dreamzone. The last thing I wanted was for him to waste his sperm in my mouth.

  His balls trailed lightly up my chest between my breasts as the tip of his cock passed my lips. I moaned long and hard, right on the head of his cock, and Kris sucked air in between his teeth.

  Just buying what I needed for my outfit had made me excited beyond belief. Even the faint stimulation of walking around with my panties brushing against my sex had been a thrill under the circumstances, and I could feel the evidence of that arousal now as I spread my own slickness over my clit.

  Kris thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, watching my face intently as he did so. My virginal self-doubts tried to make me feel embarrassed, but he looked so turned on and his cock was so hard that it was an emotion that couldn’t stick.

  “Fuck you look beautiful sucking my cock, Princess,” said Kris.

  I hummed “Thank you, Daddy,” on his cock and he groaned in satisfaction.

  With his cock gathering speed in my mouth, I writhed under him. My finger flicked back and forth across my clit, dipping into my virgin entrance every now and then to spread out more of my sweet nectar.

  Every time I strained against him, a humming energy seemed to grow in my muscles, especially in my navel area. My breath started catching every time I exhaled, moaning harder and harder as my pleasure grew.

  Kris’ cock was thrusting harder and deeper, brushing against the back of my throat each time now, but I was too preoccupied with my own approaching climax to be concerned by it or how to stop him cumming in my mouth. Just when I thought I was going to push myself over the edge, Kris grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away from my pussy.

  My eyes fluttered and focused on his face. He had his cock pressed hard against the back of my throat, so I couldn’t pout the way I wanted to but I at least tried to look as put out as I could.

  “Don’t you dare, Amy. The next time you cum, I want to feel that pussy of yours gripping my cock for all its worth.”

  All disappointment evaporated in an instant and I nodded before he withdrew his thick shaft from my mouth. A rivulet of saliva and pre-cum dribbled down my chin, but I couldn’t wipe it away because Kris still had a hold of my wrists. He sucked my juices off my fingers one by one and then moved back to get between my legs.

  Amy

  Kris’ cock stood straight and hard, the tip glistening with saliva and pre-cum, reminding me to wipe my chin. I could feel the cool air on the wetness between my legs and gulped nervously.

  “Do you think it’ll fit, Daddy?” I asked.

  “I’ll make it fit.”

  Reaching up my skirt and sliding his hands over my ass, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them off. I lifted my legs and pointed my toes so he could cast them away.

  He curled his arm around my right leg and bent down to tease the back of my knee with licks and kisses, his well-manicured stubble just the right length to add some tingle to proceedings. I braced my hands against the cushions, and uttered a sound of utterly pleasured gibberish for a second before attempting to clamp my mouth shut.

  Kris tortured me with his attention, which felt like a cross between a tickle, a gentle stroke of my clit and a passionate kiss all rolled into one. I was barely in control of my own muscles when he finally relented and let my leg rest on his shoulder, twitching slightly.

  “I think it’s time to take what’s mine, little girl,” Kris said with a quiet growl around the edge of his voice.

  “No matter what I scream, don’t stop, Daddy. OK?”

  “I’m gonna fuck you the way a sexy little bitch like you deserves.”

  Grasping his hard cock, his muscles flexing and so clearly defined, he aimed his hard length down at my slit and I gasped when I felt the tip of it touch my virgin folds. I braced my hands on the couch again, trying to stop myself from hyperventilating.

  This was it, a man had his cock between my legs, I could feel him against my entrance. He was impossibly big, impossibly hard and masculine. It was terrifying and addictive. I needed more.

  “Uhn!” I cried out as Kris put some pressure on.

  He’d made me so wet that my labia was immediately pushed aside, sliding over the head of his cock as my lips had so recently. However, unlike my mouth, my pussy soon reached its limits, stretched out to a tight ring of fire around his girth.

  “Ow! Owowow! Ow, Daddy… it’s so big!”

  “Good girl, you’re so fucking hot, Amy.”

  I bit my lower lip as he pushed forward even harder. He placed his hand on my mound and gently rubbed my clit with his thumb.

  My mind was blown. It was too much sensation coming from one area of my body. Pleasure and pain blurred and merged together into some new kind of fire between my legs.

  The harder he pushed, the faster he rubbed my clit, masking the pain of his size forcing its way into my tight opening. To my surprise, despite the anxiety, I felt the orgasm Kris had stopped me from giving myself building again already.

  Suddenly, I felt the head of his cock slip inside me to press against my hymen and I yelped in response, with no hope to halt the hyperventilation now. I needed more air than I could possibly breathe in.

  Kris’
thumb moved so fast it was practically humming on my clit and, with a jerk of his hips, he pushed forward to tear through the thin evidence of my virginity. It was one more intense sensation added to the melting pot and it started a chain reaction of ecstasy fluttering through my body.

  He’d told me that the next orgasm I had would be with my pussy gripping his cock, but he was only barely correct. My virginal tunnel gripped and released him with each wave of bliss as he slowly forced more and more of his thickness into my untouched depths.

  Every part of me that he claimed by virtue of discovery, by being the first man to touch me there, set off another cascade of pleasure that flowed from my pussy to my clit and echoed out to the tips of my fingers and toes. Kris only paused his strumming of my clit a couple of times to push my most sensitive spot against the advancing shaft of his cock, using it to pleasure me further.

  I shut my eyes and it felt like my spirit was soaring in the clouds somewhere, vaguely tethered to my body by some cord of energy. It was beautiful up there, and I even got butterflies in my stomach when I started to float back down.

  When I opened my eyes, I was back in Kris’ penthouse and he had his full length buried in my newly deflowered pussy. I felt his balls resting on my ass and the tip of his cock faintly brushing my cervix. It was like we were custom-made for each other, he fit that snugly inside me.

  My spirit threatened to take flight again as he started moving inside me, sawing his thick cock in and out. He leaned forward and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life and smiling from ear to ear with my eyes half closed.

  I’d done it. No matter what happened from here on, I’d saved the farm. My virginity belonged to Kris forever, and I’d never met anybody I wanted to have it more. A good man, hot as hell, who reciprocated and fulfilled my dirty fantasy. A girl could do a lot worse for her first.

  I love you!

  My heart stopped at the sudden outburst from the crazy voice in my head. He was everything I’d just thought… but I wasn’t allowed to love him. I must have been confusing grateful with love. Still, it was a sweet temptation to let my mind wander down that path. To think I was losing my virginity to the man I loved.