Auctioned

by Mia Ford

  Bethany was such a whore and far from a poet, but she was probably right. I had so much sexual tension built up in my body that sometimes I thought I might explode. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no prude, nor have I been saving myself for marriage based off some misguided religious or moral grounds. I was a virgin for two reasons: lack of opportunity and lack of a man who I wanted to fuck. That’s it. There were lots of guys who would have gladly popped my cherry over the years, but I’d never met a guy I would offer the opportunity to, and I wasn’t going to let a guy pop my cherry just because it needed to be popped. And it wasn’t about love or any of that sappy shit. It was about desire and passion. When I do give my virginity away it would be because I wanted the man so badly I couldn’t hold back, not because Bethany told me it would make me feel better, like popping a fat pimple on your nose just to relieve the pressure.

  It wasn’t Bethany’s question about my virginity that was keeping me awake. It was what she told me afterward that had me so restless, the reason behind the question.

  “There’s this auction,” she said, glancing around the bar to make sure no one was listening. “They do it every few months at this big estate outside of town. Rich guys bid on the girl’s virginity. A hundred thousand dollars is the starting bid. Sometimes it goes into the hundreds of thousands. The guy who bids the highest gets the girl for the whole weekend and she has to do whatever he says sexually, within reason, of course. Violence is not allowed, but some light BDSM is.”

  “BDSM? What’s that?” I asked, feeling a little like I’d been living under a rock all my life.

  “Bondage, discipline, sadomasochism,” she explained as casually as if we were talking about the weather. “He’s buying the right to pop her cherry. And paying dearly for the opportunity. If he wants to tie her up and gag her, that’s allowed, but nothing that would cause serious injury or leave permanent marks.”

  I blinked at her for a moment, wondering how she could be kidding around at a time like this. Her expression told me that it was no joke.

  “You’re not serious,” I said. “Girls actually auction off their virginity?”

  She gave me a slow nod. “I’m totally serious,” she said. “And the girl gets half the money. Tony told me that some girls go for as high as three or four-hundred-grand or more.”

  “Tony?” I huffed and rolled my eyes. “Your fuck mate Tony who owns the club.”

  “Technically his dad owns the club, but yes, that Tony. He’s told me several times that if I knew any smoking hot virgins to let him know. When I asked why he wouldn’t say, then he got drunk one night and told me everything. They hold these auctions every few month or so. And they’ve been doing it for years. They usually have a dozen or so virgins and a couple dozen men bidding on them. There’s a little meet and greet before the auction so the men can talk to the girls and get to know them a little, then the auction happens and the bidding begins.”

  “Oh my god, this is like something out of a movie,” I said, putting my fingers to my lips. “This can’t be real.”

  “Oh, it is,” she said, head bobbing. “Anyway, after the bidding stops, the winner pays up and the girl is his for the weekend. The only rule is they have to stay there at the mansion in a private room for the weekend to make sure the girls are kept safe. Other than that, they own the girl from Friday night until midnight Sunday night. At the end of the weekend, the girls is paid half of what she went for at the auction, in cash. If it was a hundred grand, she gets fifty. If it was two hundred grand, she gets one. And so on. Not a bad paycheck for a weekend of fucking a rich guy, even if he’s old and fat. I wish I could go back and close up my hole so I could cash in, but those days are looooong gone.”

  “And you think you can get me into this auction?” I asked, barely believing I would even consider such a thing, even though the thought of it was making me tingle all over. “I mean, is it really safe?”

  “Tony guarantees that it’s completely safe,” she said. She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “Kat, is this something you’d really consider doing? I mean, auction off your virginity to save your dad?”

  I thought about it for a moment, then began to slowly nod.

  “Yes. To save him and myself. Talk to Tony. Find out what I need to do. I’m in.”

  * * *

  I opened my eyes to find myself standing on a stage of some kind. Not a stage, actually, more like a box or a podium that lifted me off the floor by several feet. I had to hold out my arms to keep my balance. The room was dark except for a spotlight somewhere above my head. I glanced up and shielded my eyes with my hands to peer into the darkness. I looked down. I was naked except for a pair of stiletto heels. My tits were full and round, my nipples large, like plump thimbles about to burst. My bush was neatly trimmed, though I had no recollection of having trimmed it myself. It was cool in the room. I felt little goosebumps rising and falling all over my body.

  Suddenly, out of nowhere, I was surrounded by men on all sides as far as I could see, too many to count. They were of various shapes and sizes and ages and colors, all naked, all extremely well hung, their cocks long and hard and veiny in their hands. As they stroked their cocks with one hand, they began to reach for me with the other. I tried to slap their hands away, but my wrists, which were free a moment ago, were now stretched wide and bound high above my head. I felt my legs spreading. When I looked down my feet were shoulder-width apart and my ankles were chained to the podium. I was basically standing, but spread eagle, like the man in that Da Vinci sketch.

  I tried to cry out, but found that I couldn’t because there was something in my mouth. My tongue pressed against the hard rubber ball gag that was wedged between my lips and tied around my head. I was completely helpless to protest as the men got closer. My eyes widened as the men and their big cocks closed in around me.

  Hands and fingers and lips and tongues probed every inch of my body. They squeezed my breasts and tweaked my nipples until I moaned at the pain and pleasure it brought. Hands squeezed my ass cheeks, massaging them roughly, kneading them like dough. I felt fingers slipping between my ass cheeks, probing my anus lightly at first, then deeper, until the pain brought tears to my eyes and finally a sigh of pleasure from my lips.

  Fingers explored my pussy, spreading my lips and swirling around my hole. I felt warm juices gush from within me. Something hot and wet, a tongue perhaps, teased my clit, rolling it from side to side and licking it up and down. My body started to heat up, as if a fire had been set deep inside my belly and was now burning its way through me, sweat dripping from every pore.

  The ball gag that had blocked my screams disappeared as fingers pushed into my mouth, forcing their way past my lips and across my tongue. I welcomed them into my mouth. I sucked on the fingers and moaned. The fingers melted together and grew in thickness and girth until I knew it was a cock in my mouth now. My lips suctioned around the thick shaft as it slid in and out of my mouth. My mouth was filled with the taste of salt and sweat. I felt hot juices flowing on my tongue. The bulbous head pushed against the back of my throat, but I didn’t gag. I somehow relaxed my throat and took the cock all in, slathering it with my tongue as it slid slowly in and out of my mouth.

  Fingers slid around my opening from the front and from behind, lubricating themselves before sliding deep inside me, pushing the breath from my lungs. One finger slid inside me, then two, then three, then the whole hand up to the wrist. The hand started sliding in and out to the rhythm of the cock’s motion in my mouth. I moaned as my body began to shudder with orgasm after orgasm. I wanted to suck the cock down my throat and take the hand deeper inside me. I wanted to cum so hard that it took my breath away and made me scream out in pleasure and pain.

  The hand in my pussy became a large cock. The cock that was in my mouth became a hot, wet tongue. When I opened my eyes I found that both belonged to a beautiful man, tall, dark, muscular, though the features of his face were a blur. My wrists and ankles were suddenly free. I wrappe
d my arms around his neck and he slid his hands under my ass to scoop me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his cock go deeper inside me as he pulled me to him. As his tongue dueled with mine and his cock stretched my cunt to the point of splitting open, I began to cum. I tightened my grip around his neck and sucked on his tongue as wave after wave of my juices washed over him. I heard him whisper my name and knew he was filling me with his hot milky seed.

  I startled myself awake. I was naked, my body covered in a film of hot sweat. My pajamas were on the floor. The twelve-inch silicon dildo I kept hidden under the mattress, a gag Christmas gift from Bethany, was buried deep inside my pussy. The dildo, my hand holding it, and much of the bed beneath my ass was soaked from my juices. The scent of my sex filled the air like a heavy breeze from the salty sea.

  I sighed as the dildo slid from my pussy, my inner walls flexing to push it out. I massaged my breasts and nipples for a moment. They were aching and I realized I must have been squeezing them in my dream. After a moment to catch my breath, I picked up the pajama bottoms and mopped my drenched pussy with them, then wiped off the dildo with the pajama bottoms and slipped it back under the mattress. I left the pajama top lying on the floor. My body was on fire, too hot for clothing or covers.

  I closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep again. There were no dreams this time. I slept peacefully and woke up completely refreshed because I knew there might be a way to save my father and to free myself, as well.

  Nicky

  The Virgin Auction, as it had come to be called, was started by Tony’s dad, my uncle Gino D’Angelo, in the mid-seventies, when he and my dad were around the ages Tony and I were now.

  Uncle Gino was a visionary and entrepreneur of the highest magnitude. He knew there was money in booze, drugs, and pussy because the family had made hundreds of millions from those things for decades, almost since the day my grandfather Luigi started the business in his teens.

  Gino also knew the purer the product, the more the family could charge for it. When a drinking buddy once jokingly asked him why he couldn’t buy virgin pussy like he could everything else, a lightbulb went off in Gino’s head and The Virgin Auction began, first in a downtown warehouse with a handful of girls and a few of his buddies as bidders.

  Now it was held at a private estate the family owned in Jersey with dozens of girls at a time and lots of bidders with deep pockets and cocks made hard by youth or little blue pills.

  Rumor had it that Uncle Gino outbid the famous mobster John Gotti for the virginity of a beautiful, young Russian girl named Ursula Petrova, who ended up as his second wife and Tony’s mom. My grandmother Lillian never knew that her oldest son bought his bride at an auction, not that she would have paid it much mind. Things were different in my grandmother’s day. She often said Papa Luigi bought her from her father for six jugs of red wine and a cow that barely gave milk.

  The estate where the auction was held was an hour from the city and the auction would begin precisely at midnight on Friday night. Tony picked me up at my apartment in a Town Car at seven and immediately handed me a tall glass of scotch to nurse on the ride over. We sat in the back while Jimmy Fist sat in the front with the driver. I was glad the fat fuck wasn’t sitting with us in the back. I didn’t feel like dealing with him.

  “So how does this work exactly,” I asked, settling back in the plush leather seat with the drink resting on my knee. I kept my hand tight around the glass to keep it steady. I won’t lie, I was a little nervous. I had never been to an auction to bid on virgin pussy before. I wasn’t sure if I was going to bid on anything because I found the whole concept of bidding on human flesh more than a bit off-putting. Still, I couldn’t help but be intrigued by the entire process and the possibility that I might not end the night alone.

  “Works just like a normal auction,” Tony said with a shrug as he sipped his drink with a bored look on his face. “There is a mixer beforehand where you can meet the girls and check out the merchandise. We dress them in these little see-through nighties so you see what you’re bidding on before the auction starts. There’s no touching, just eyeballing and conversation.”

  “And how do the bidders know for sure that the girls are virgins?”

  “Because we have a doctor check them out and issue a certificate of authenticity.”

  I snorted bourbon out of my nose. It burned like a son of a bitch. I pinched my nose together and gawked at him. “You can’t be serious.”

  He grinned. “Serious as a heart attack. Guys aren’t gonna pay half a million dollars for a virgin pussy without proof.”

  “Christ,” I sighed with the glass at my lips. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

  “You’ll thank me on Monday,” he said. “Hope you brought your checkbook.”

  I gave him a serious look. “You really think I’m going to bid on some random girl’s virginity?”

  “Yes, I do, cuz,” he said with a smile. He held up his glass to toast me. “Just you wait till you see what I’ve got lined up for you. Nothing below a ten. The best USDA grade-A primo pussy money can buy, just for you.”

  “Have you done it?” I asked. “Bought a girl’s cherry?”

  “Several times,” he said, nodding with a piece of ice in his mouth. “And each time it has been a motherfucking spiritual experience. You’d think a virgin would be all timid and afraid. Bullshit! Once your cock pops that cherry it’s like a fucking dam bursting and bitches turn into animals, man. Leave scratches and bite marks all over your body. She’ll want you to fuck her in the ass and teach her how to suck your cock and have you eat that pussy until she screams. Trust me, you are gonna love this shit.”

  “If you say so,” I said with a wry smile. I had no idea if he was bullshitting or not. I’d never been with a virgin, so I had no idea what to expect. Knowing Tony, he could be just feeding me a line of shit. For all I knew the girl could be terrified of me and scream the entire time. Her virginity was for sale, but there was no guarantee that either party would enjoy consummating the deal.

  Tony glanced over at me with a sly curl to his lips. “I gotta warn you, though. Virgin pussy is highly addictive. More addictive than crack, even. Some of the guys who’ll be there tonight are repeat customers and they’ll be willing to spend their last million to feed their virgin pussy habit. So be prepared to dig deep into those pockets of yours.”

  The subject turned to football, then to cars, then to a dozen other things that young, rich guys like us talk about spending our money on. The one thing Tony and I never talked about was the family business. I operated on the fringes of the family business while he was neck deep into it. I knew my grandfather Luigi and uncle Gino were grooming Tony to take over the family someday. My father didn’t like the fact that I was being passed over, but it was just fine with me. I had told him and my grandfather many times that I had no interest in how they made their living. My grandfather threatened to cut me off and my father threatened to disown me, but when they realized that I was not like them and I was going to do my own thing whether they liked it or not, they relented and wished me well.

  Besides, Tony was next in line behind me and before the other cousins. Tony ate, lived, breathed, and shat the family business. He was the logical choice to take over the family when his dad passed the mantle on. I just hoped that Tony would grow up before that day to realize that he didn’t have to use violence and intimidation to get what he wanted. Although, sometimes I thought he enjoyed the violence, so long as he had Jimmy Fist and other family thugs enforcing his will.

  * * *

  A short time later we drove through the massive iron gates where two large men wearing dark suits with holsters bulging from beneath their arms were checking the cars before letting them through. They saw Jimmy in the front seat and waved us through.

  It had been years since I’d been to the estate, but little had changed. I glanced out the window at the perfectly-manicured grounds illuminated by the full moon and the large mano
r house ahead that was lit up like a Christmas tree. The house was over a hundred years old, built from large cut limestone and Italian marble. I couldn’t recall the square footage, but knew that there were twenty bedrooms and at least that many bathrooms, along with a gourmet kitchen, a dining hall with seating for several dozen diners, a massive ballroom, a banquet hall, and various studies, cubbies, nooks, and crannies that Tony and I used to explore when we were kids. It was once our grandparents’ estate. Now, they lived with Uncle Gino and Aunt Ursula and the house was just used for functions pertaining to private family business and The Virgin Auction. From the outside, it looked more like a stately mansion in the south of France than the country estate of an American crime family.

  The car dropped us at the front door. I stepped out and stood on the stone driveway for a moment adjusting the cuffs of my Armani suit and straightening the open collar of my shirt. Tony climbed out of the car with a fresh drink in hand and waved for me to follow him inside.

  We walked across the broad front porch and into an open foyer with marble floors and a grand staircase. Soft classical music was playing from hidden speakers. There was a man dressed in a butler’s uniform just inside the door. He handed each of us what looked like a colorful brochure and gestured toward the large doorway to his right that led into the ballroom.

  “What’s this?” I asked, opening the brochure to find that it contained professionally-done headshots of the twelve girls on auction that night, as well as a brief biography of each. “A brochure? Really?”

  “We can also send the information to an app on your phone if you prefer,” Tony said with a smile. “Come on, put that fucking thing away and let’s go peruse the inventory.”

  I tucked the brochure into the inside pocket of my jacket and followed him into the ballroom. There were several dozen men milling around the room, all wearing expensive suits and thick Rolex watches and wedding rings, making the rounds to meet each of the twelve girls who would be on the auction block in just a few hours. I held my position just inside the door and let my eyes take it all in. The women were all beautiful and practically nude, wearing just the see-through nighties and stiletto heels. Actually, see-through was not an accurate description. The nighties were basically transparent, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.