Taking Innocence - 12 Erotic Tales of Lost Innocence

by Scott, Jade K.

  I wanted an exotic, sexy AKA so badly, but my mind was filled with the same chaos as my stomach. "I'm Chevonne, and I offer my virginity."

  The DJ did a double-take, and both Cindy and Alexa gawked at me.

  "Oh God, this is how you plan to lose your virtue?" Cindy said.

  "You're going to make a fortune," Alexa said, looking a little jealous of me now.

  Second thoughts began creeping in. I never intended to mention I was a virgin. They had me rattled. Coherent thought was difficult under the circumstances. I opened my mouth to say to just say I was offering a night of hot sex, when the song ended and the DJ rushed back up into his little booth.

  "Give it up for Savannah! Wow, was that hot or what?"

  A customer was waiting for her at the other set of stairs, and he led her back to his table. I watched as Savannah sat on his lap and expertly kept his hands off her boobs. Barely kept him at bay, and occasionally she let him cop a quick feel. I shook my head. Was I the only one that saw the mercenary glint in her smoky eyes? Didn't he know she was working him?

  "Don't be so judgmental," Alexa whispered. "That’s going to be you in less that fifteen minutes, only you'll be going all the way."

  My body flushed white hot with her words, and realization that I was about to give my body to a complete stranger. A man who viewed women as sex objects to be pawed and gawked at up on stage. A man who had no feelings for me other than utter lust. A man who would pop my cherry as he sated his own animal passions with my body.

  I wasn't horrified by any of that. I was horrified over just how horny it all made me. My twat was throbbing. I could feel that my thongs were already soaked through with my juices. Standing still was not an option, as I squired, my feet stepping back and forth, hands stroking my stomach, hips, and thighs nonstop.

  Cindy started up the steps. I realized that the DJ had been announcing the auction. Cindy was up.

  "Welcome our first babydoll for sale tonight," the DJ's voice boomed. "Her name is Sapphire, and she is hot to trot with the right man. Some lucky man will win a wild night of no hold's barred sex with this blonde, blue-eyed hotty."

  Sapphire strutted to the front center of the stage. She struck a sassy pose and beamed a glorious smile to all corners of the room. She made me think "beauty pageant" up there.

  Cindy struck various poses as the bidding began. A tall black man started it with a low bid of twenty dollars. The bidding went fast and furious after that, and I couldn't keep up with who was bidding. Before I knew it, Cindy was sold.

  "Nine hundred, twenty-five dollars once. Twice. Sold! Sir, pay the nice baby doll at the bottom of the stairs to the right, and then claim Sapphire as your own."

  A tall, rather dashing middle-aged man in a very expensive looking suit pushed through the crowd, and handed the pretty blonde his credit card. She had a little cart, with a credit card machine. In less than a minute she handed him a receipt and something that piqued my interest and concern.

  She handed him a leash and collar.

  I watched with bated breath as he bound up the short stairs to the main stage, and headed straight for Cindy. The beautiful blonde looked nervous as Hell, but smiled brightly as her hands grabbed her own butt, and her chin rose up high. Was I the only one there that didn't know about the leash and collar part of the deal? Both Cindy and I gasped, and then sighed when he deftly buckled the collar around her slender throat.

  "Lose the dress," he said.

  Cindy swallowed hard, nodded, and unzipped the hot pink mini-dress. A sharp gasp filled the silent strip club as the dress fell away to reveal she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. And she was rocking an incredible body, complete with a full Brazilian wax job. He immediately claimed her lips in a fierce kiss, while one hand fondled her boobs and the other grabbed her butt.

  I felt every touch. I was shaking by the time he led off the stage on the end of that leash. I watched him lead her to a table in a dark, back corner. Then Alexa perked up, catching my attention.

  "My turn. Wish me luck," she said.

  "G-Good luck," I said, and realized she was leaving me alone. I suddenly wished I had gone first.

  "That was so hot, I need a dancer up here stat, to blow my massive woody!" the DJ boomed over the sound system. "Man, I'll have blue balls until next Thursday."

  Everyone laughed, and even I chuckled.

  "Now welcome back a personal favorite, that tiny little bundle of passion, that loveliest of Latinas….Alexa!"

  Alexa raced up the steps. I could barely walk on level ground in these heels, and she was practically running up stairs. And then she hit the stage and took my breath away. Let's just say, the lady knew how to walk. Alexa alternately walked, strutted, and danced. She pushed her boobs together, and finally gave herself a firm bootie slap as she reached the front center of the main stage.

  The crowd roared their approval.

  "How am I suppose to compete with that?" I said, feeling small and worthless.

  "Wild and wicked Alexa is being auctioned off tonight because she's been a very bad, bad girl. To make up for all her naughtiness, she is being sold for a night of La Vida Loca, anything you're man enough to take, she's more than woman enough to give. Who wants to start the bidding?"

  "Two hundred dollars!" someone call called.

  Alexa gave herself another bootie slap, spun around and ripped off her top. Her boobs were gorgeous. Big, firm, natural, and she knew how to work them, too. The beautiful Latina fondled herself, pushing her boobs up and together, pulling on her nipples, and making the most erotic, sultry faces. The bidding erupted after a long pause, and was soon approaching twenty-five hundred dollars. I watched her, mesmerized. She was so good, I wanted to bid on her.

  Finally, "The bid is twenty eight hundred dollars? Do I hear twenty-eight fifty? Anyone? Okay, then, some lucky man is about to have the time of his life for twenty-eight hundred dollars….going once. Twice. Sold! Sir, come and claim your baby doll."

  I never saw the man that claimed Alexa. Every eye in the place seemed to turn to me. I felt ever pair, boring into me. Judging me. Lusting for me. My insides started quaking. Sweat prickled my skin, and I started panting. Soon my heart was pounding in my ears. I was about to be bought and sold to a man. A man who would use me, use my body, in any way he wanted. And I was bound to serve him, giving everything to him.

  I glanced to the back of the club. Cindy was on her knees before the man that bought her. Her head was bobbing quickly up and down on his lap. Another beautiful blonde, who was only wearing a white thong and matching thigh boots, was kneeling behind Cindy and rubbing her pussy while she licked and kissed Cindy's butt cheeks.

  It had occurred to me that I might have to have a threesome, but not with another woman. And that I might have to make out with a woman.

  "All right, ladies and gentlemen, give it up for our final baby doll on the auction block tonight," the DJ called. His voice sent ripples through my shaking body. I went cold, frozen wild-eyed, and then intense heat flowed through my body. A dancer hurried up to me, and waved me up the stairs. All thought fled my mind, and I started up the stairs. "Welcome Chevonne! She is a curly-headed brunette, with big baby blue eyes and a body to die for. Tonight is a special night for her, and especially for the man who buys her. Chevonne is selling her virginity!"

  The crowd was stunned silent a long second, and then erupted with cheers and applause. Relief rushed through me. For a second I thought they were appalled. Looking out over them, I saw nothing but horny, lusty men and women. Well, the women were mostly waitresses and strippers.

  The bidding started at fifty. Not Alexa money, but better than Cindy. The bidding seemed slower for me. With more pauses where the DJ cajoled more money out of them. I started to worry I wouldn't break five hundred dollars. Oddly enough, if I was going to sell my virginity I wanted a good price for it, which horrified me.

  "God, I'm such a whore," I muttered, reached back and unzipped my bustier. There was a sharp intake of br
eath from the crowd. I paused, drawing out the anticipation, and then pulled the lacy lingerie from my body. The crowd gave an appreciative cry as my boobs dropped and jostled before them. I shook my tits at them, and then unzipped my skirt. As I pulled it away, to reveal my lacy garter belt and black thongs, I said to myself, "In for a dime, in for a dollar."

  Bidding picked up fast and furious. I did my best strut back and forth up there, hoping I didn't look totally inept and stupid doing so, and tried to calm down. I could barely hear the bidding due to my heart pounding in my ears, and my own discombobulated mental state. And I really didn't want to be taken by surprise when I was finally sold.

  "Five thousand dollars," a tall blonde wearing head to toe shiny black leather said.

  I froze, gawking at her. The amount didn't shock me so much as being bought by another woman. A dominatrix, who would spend more time spanking me than anything. Would a dominatrix even bother to pop my cherry? And did it count if popped with a dildo or a woman's fingers?

  "Five thousand fifty," a tall black man said.

  He was the one who started the night of bidding with twenty for Cindy. He was looking at me like I was a piece of candy, and he wanted to eat me up. My belly clinched, and my twat really felt hot and wet. I think I actually squirmed and made some pathetic little animal noises, while vision of his big black cock thrusting deep into me flashed before my mind's eyes.

  "Fifty one hundred dollars," the dominatrix said, looking miffed that someone dared to bid against her.

  "Fifty five hundred," the black man said, cutting her a sharp look.

  "Six thousand," another man called, moving forward through the crowd.

  The newcomer really took me by surprise. He didn't look like he could afford to spend that kind of money on anything, much less waste it on a night of sex. At least the dominatrix and black man looked wealthy. This guy looked a biker. A big, disheveled outlaw biker. And I mean big, like over six foot five, with long brown hair, goatee, and dirty looking outlaw biker clothes.

  The dominatrix scowled, and crossed her arms under her rather pronounced boobs. She didn't offer another bid. The black man paused, looking me up and down. I didn't think he'd bid again, but he surprised me.

  "Sixty-one hundred."

  "Sixty-five hundred," the biker said. "Bro, I want that damn cherry, and I got the money to buy it, too. Bid against me if you want. I don't care."

  The black man looked at him, at his determination, and then back at me. I saw deep, profound lust in his eyes, but he shook his head and said nothing.

  I looked at the biker, who looked triumphant. Our eyes met, and locked in an intense connection that curled my toes and left me breathless.

  "Well now, looks like we have a winner," the DJ's voice boomed. "The winning bid is sixty-five hundred dollars. Going once. Going twice. Chevonne's virginity is sold for sixty-five hundred dollars. Pay the nice lady below the stage, and then claim your baby doll!"

  I almost came right then and there. There was no doubt in my mind that if I so much as touched my clit I'd come, and come hard, too. Pressing my left hand splayed over my quivering lower belly, I cupped my left boob with my right. Discovering my nipples were rock hard and sticking up dramatically, I rolled the left nipple between thumb and finger, forgetting about the crowd watching me.

  "Oh God, I'm so humiliating myself," I whispered, but unable to stop. Then my left dropped lower as I watched the biker dude hand the Babydolls girl his credit card. I flicked my clit with a long, hard fingernail, and then rubbing it with a firm circular motion. Intense waves of pure pleasure erupted from my nether regions, ripping through me and scrambling my brain as that girl handed him a leash and collar, along with a receipt and his credit card. "I am owned. A sex slave."

  I came again.

  "Damn, girl, you're starting without me," he said as he approached.

  All strength left my body, and I slowly sank to my knees. My right hand continued fondling my boobs, and my left rubbing my clit. He stopped before me, the leash and collar in his left hand. My eyes locked on that collar, wondering what it would feel like snug around my throat. A symbol of servitude. Of slavery.

  I looked up into his eyes. Up close, he was fiercer looking. He was ruggedly handsome, with a face full of animal lust. I'd never seen such intense lust before, and it was scary sexy.

  "You're really a virgin?"

  His voice was deep, rumbling. The club was utterly quiet, everyone watching and listening intently. I could hear the squishing sound of my finger rubbing my clit quite distinctly, and feared that everyone could hear it. But I couldn't stop. It felt divine.

  "Yes. I mean, yes, master."

  "Say, 'Yes, Sir,'" he said. "Call me Sir, and nothing but Sir."

  "Yes, Sir, I'm a virgin."

  "You're hymen is intact?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Have you ever had anal?"

  "Oh, no, Sir."

  "We will," he said. My mind tilted and spun at that revelation. Why did I think that any man who'd pay money to fuck me would just screw my pussy? "What about oral? Have you ever gone down on a man, or another woman?"

  "No, Sir, never."

  He smiled. It wasn't a comforting smile, either. "Good. Unzip me."

  I didn't think. Rising up on my knees, I laid my left hand on his hip for balance, and unzipped him with my right. A gasp from my right made my head whip around. That is when I realized the strip club's patrons and staff had a perfect side view of everything Sir and I did. They would see me going down on him in exquisite detail. Looking up, I was going to ask him to take me to a dark corner in back, but was stopped by the determination underlying his fierce, lusty gaze. I knew then he knew exactly what he wanted from me, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

  "You are bought and paid for, Chevonne, so eat me," Sir said. "We'll start by popping your oral cherry."

  "I never wanted to put on a live sex show."

  "But I do, and I'm the master," Sir said. He dug his cock out of his jeans. It was huge. Way bigger than I ever imagined a dick to be. So long, thick, and hard. I tried to touch it, to take it in my hand, but nothing moved. I was frozen in place, gawking open-mouthed at his cock and envisioning it pumping in and out of my mouth, my pussy, my ass. And everyone there would watch and enjoy every second of it. "Suck me off, Chevonne."

  For a moment all I could do was kneel there, holding onto him for support, and pant loudly. My heart was hammering so hard I thought it would explode. My pussy was pounding with my heartbeat, feeling super hot and sopping wet. My insides melted and got all tingly squishy. Cutting my eyes to the audience, I took in all of their lusty, eager eyes, and a thrill slithered up my spine.

  Swallowing hard, and licking my lips, I took a deep breath. "Yes, Sir, your wish is my command."

  Okay, I felt a little foolish after saying that.

  Slowly wrapping my left hand around the middle of his shaft, I began stroking the full length of him. He was so thick, just the tips of my long fingernails touched, and only if I squeezed. I guess I spent too much time stroking, and not sucking. Sir cupped the back of my head and pushed me into his cock. I guided him to my mouth, and opened wide.

  "Mmmm," I groaned as he slowly pushed into my mouth, going far deeper than I intended. Indeed, he almost filled my mouth completely. He felt much thicker and longer in my mouth. Once I started bobbing my head, I glanced at the audience. From the looks on their faces, you'd think I was going down on them. "Uummmm."

  It wasn't long before the shock and humiliation of my situation faded, and all I cared about was sucking that delicious dick. I was surprised by how much I liked it. With that change in attitude came a change in my body. Sweet ripples flowed through me, making me feel wonderful inside and out. It got better when I lowered my left hand to my snatch, and started rubbing my clit again. And an inner tension began to grow deep inside, that I recognized from masturbation.

  Aside from the occasional shuffle, moan, or gasp from the audience, the onl
y sound was the squishing of my fingers, punctuated by random slurps. After only a couple of minutes, Sir tensed up, and grabbed my head with both hands. He held my head still, and started fucking my mouth. I kind of liked it better now that I wasn't in control. His actions turned it into a race to see who would come first.

  I intensified my efforts on my clit.

  Soon I was panting fiercely though my nose as he gasped above me. His balls tightened up, moving closer to his body as my body wound up so tight I thought I'd explode at any second. And then he tensed up completely, his back bowing and head rolling back as he thrust deeply into my mouth and held it. My eyes widened, realizing what was about to happen. And that first spurt filled my mouth.

  "Mmm," I moaned, swallowing an amazing amount of thick, viscous cum. The taste of it flowed over my tongue, and that pushed me over the top. "Uuuggh."

  I savored the feeling as wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure consumed my body. Sir spurted deep in my mouth again, most immediately flowing down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, and enjoyed the flavor of him intensely. And then he pulled back until just his cock head was inside me, and spurted a third time. I got the full dose of taste and feel with that one, though it wasn't even half the amount of the first.

  "Good, Chevonne, I didn't have to tell you to swallow," Sir said.

  What was I supposed to do? Spit it on the floor? Eww.

  "Thank you, Sir," I said, sitting back on my legs and licking my lips.

  "You like the taste?"

  I nodded. "Yes, Sir. I do."

  He gave me a speculative look, almost like he was a little impressed with me. I smiled up at him. Sir shook his head, grinning. Then he waved me up.

  "Stand up, Chevonne," Sir commanded. It was definitely a command. "Stand straight, hands clasped behind your back, chin up."

  I stood up, tottering atop my five and a half inch stilettos. I idly wondered if those heels were too much for this night, but it was too late now. So I clasped my hands behind my back and lifted my chin high. I was not surprised when Sir buckled the collar around my throat. It felt snug and strangely erotic. Hell, I felt that all the way to my toes. It got just a little harder to breathe, but that was due to the tightness in my chest.