“Very, very nice,” Martin says, and I can’t help but notice the extra emphasis he puts on the second “very.”
He walks up to me and squeezes my nipples, right there in front of everyone to see. Some of the other girls have started taking off their tops, and they look jealous that he’s chosen my nipples to pinch. I can’t believe how brazen he is. But I guess he’s used to getting what he wants.
And I can’t blame him. His touch feels like electricity running through my nipples and down my entire body. My pussy is dripping for him in a way I didn’t even know was possible. I want to just pull the rest of my clothes off and jump up into his arms.
But then I noticed that Gerald and Kevin are looking at me. Or rather, they’re watching the way that Martin’s playing with my nipples. They’re getting hard and swollen for him, and he starts pressing himself up against my leg, so that I can feel that his cock is doing the same for me.
They clearly like what they see, and the thought of them watching it turns me on. In fact, I never realized I’d enjoy being in this position, but I have to admit to myself that I do. I like that they’re watching the effect that Martin has on my body. I like that others in the crowd are watching and are jealous.
I take some more swigs of my drink, and I feel the alcohol having its desired effect on my body and mind. I feel more carefree, more like Sheila.
“My teammates Gerald and Kevin and I would like to put in a bid on Miss Melissa here,” Martin says, wasting no time in calling up to Amy.
“All three of you?” she asks.
“Yes,” he replies. “Or is that not allowed?”
With this, he sneaks a hand around to my ass and grabs it, firmly, as if claiming me as his own in front of everyone. I let out a tiny squeal of surprise, both at this sudden motion and also at his offer.
All three of them want to buy me? At the same time?
“Of course it’s allowed,” Amy says with a smile. “Anything goes.”
“Hey, no fair,” some guy in the audience says. “They’ll have three times the bidding power then.”
“Well, you’re free to team up with some friends of your own,” Amy says, and suddenly I get worried.
How many guys can pair up to buy me? What if there are a whole dozen or something?
I sneak a worried glance at Sheila, but she’s rubbing her tits in some guy’s face. He’s eagerly lapping at her nipples. At least I don’t have to worry about her getting jealous that these guys like me instead of her. Apparently she’s already found a replacement.
“Ten thousand dollars,” Martin announces, as if having the same fear I just did and wanting to get the show on the road.
“And, just to be clear,” Amy says, “What exactly are you bidding on? The rules of The Exchange Club still stand here: the woman must willingly sell whatever it is you’re offering to buy. She can turn down any request and bidding will then restart for someone offering something different.”
“Well, I don’t know much about rules, except that I don’t like to follow them,” Martin says. “I’m also not sure if I’m allowed to spell out exactly what it is my friends and I would like to pay to do to this woman…”
“That’s not necessary,” Amy interrupts. “Just, in general terms, what are you offering to buy for ten thousand dollars?”
“My friends and I would like to take this girl, and share her between us.”
“Okay,” says Amy. “And what kind of timeframe are we talking about here? An hour with her? A night with her?”
Martin shrugs. “We’ll just take here right here and now,” he says.
“Right here?” Amy asks, which is the same question I have. She gestures around, at the place we’re standing.
“Well, sure,” Martin says. “I don’t see why not. I want the prettiest girl here tonight, and I want everyone to see me take her.”
I blush and do my best not to let my jaw drop. He not only wants to share me with his friends, but he wants to do it in public? Where everyone can see?
“Fine,” says Amy, with a sigh. “We’ll really put the limits of your theory about Olympic athletes being able to do anything they want to the test.”
Then, she looks down at me. “Melissa? Do you accept this offer? Of taking you right here, right now, and I guess… doing whatever they want to you?”
Here, she looks back at the three men, and they all nod, eagerly.
“Yes,” I say, quicker than I thought I would. Now I’ve caught Sheila’s attention, she’s looking at me in awe, her tits still half dangling in the guy’s mouth as he sucks on them without noticing that she’s not all that into it at the moment.
“Just remember, dear,” Amy adds. “If you accept this offer from them, that means that any of these other men can increase the bid, and you have to honor the same terms if they win.”
I gulp, and look pleadingly at the men for reassurance. What if I agree to these terms and they aren’t the highest bidders?
Kevin nods at me, his eyes looking calm and strong. “Don’t worry,” he says. “We’ll win you. We always win.”
I nod back at him, almost instinctively. I want to be in his strong arms, which, now that’s down to his white tshirt, I can see are tattooed to boot. I want to be in Gerald’s arms too. And Martin’s, of course. Just for one night. Just right here and now. Three men are going to take my virginity at once. And I’m going to love it.
“Yes,” I tell Amy. “I’m okay with these terms.”
Chapter 7 – Kevin
“Fifteen thousand,” some other guy bids, causing me to turn around and try to find him in the crowd. How dare he take what’s mine.
As if by instinct, I step closer to Melissa and wrap my arm around her waist. I love the feel of her soft, naked skin. I like how she smells like lavender and chill winds. Martin is still playing with her nipples and I look down and think about doing the same. But I have something better in mind to do with my hands.
“Please don’t let the stranger win,” she says. I draw her closer to me and she lays her head on my chest as I say, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure we’re the ones who take you… and take care of you.”
“Twenty thousand,” Gerald says, as if he heard me.
And maybe he did, even though Melissa and I had been whispering. He’s come around behind Melissa now and her ass is pressed up firmly against his obviously rock hard package. The three of us are enveloping Melissa in a protective fortress, closing in on her until we can have her, and making sure that all these other guys stay out.
“Fifty thousand,” shouts another man, and I start to think, Okay, the bidding is really getting started now.
I knew from the moment I saw her that Melissa would command a very high bid. She’s the hottest girl in here, for sure. I love her hourglass figure and gorgeous curves. And so does every other guy who looks at her.
I’ve been draping my arm around her waist but now I let my fingers crawl down to the opening of the black pants she’s wearing. It makes its way down the front of her pants and finds her panties.
I hear her grasp—a desperate attempt to not lose her breath— as I grab ahold of her panties and roughly move them over to the side. Now, my fingers trace their way up the lace side of the panties until it reaches its destination: her deliciously soft and wet pussy.
I push a finger up her sweet little hole and she moans.
“Oh, my God,” she cries out, trying to be quiet but failing.
“Hey, no fair,” says Gerald, and he grabs ahold of his cock beneath his own jeans, pushing it up against Melissa’s ass as I finger her tight little cunt and Martin sucks on her nipples.
“You guys feel so good,” she says, grinding her pussy against my finger and her ass against Gerald’s cock. “Please, please fuck me.”
She feels so damn tight. I need in her, now.
I love how she’s begging like our little slut, for everyone here to see that we’re the ones she wants. I thought it might be strange to share a girl with my te
ammates. I worried it could get in the way of our game. But now I see how much fun it can be to watch her get off by both my friends and me. And I have a feeling it will relax all of us before the slopestyle competition tomorrow.
I allow myself the opportunity to try to think positively about tomorrow, for the first time ever. Gerald thinks I can get silver and he’ll get bronze— but I don’t want him to go too easy on me just because he’s retiring and he’s already won a lot of medals. I want to win fair and square.
And now, as I move my fingers up to Melissa’s juicy clit, as her wetness runs down onto my fingers and she’s nearly humming to the rhythm of my friends and I pleasuring her at the same time, I think for the first time that I just might be able to do that. We all hope Martin will win gold—he’s got the best shot of any of us on Team USA.
“Seventy five thousand,” Gerald shouts out, snapping me back to the present.
“It looks like they’re already sampling the goods!” cries out a jealous member of the crowd.
“Well,” Amy challenges him, “they’re currently the highest bidders.”
Since she’s not breaking us up, I take the opportunity to rub Melissa’s clit really hard and rough. Her moaning intensifies.
“Oh, my God, Gerald,” she calls out, not seeming to care if anyone hears her. And to think, just minutes ago she was vehemently protesting against taking off her shirt for us. Now, she’s like putty in our hands. “Gerald. Kevin. Martin. You feel so good. All three of you.”
“One hundred thousand,” someone else shouts out, as if we’re here to give them a preview of what will happen if they win and dare them to bid more than us. It’s not a smart strategy but I can’t seem to keep my hands off Amy, and neither can Martin or Gerald, apparently.
Bidding quickly escalates, until we’ve passed five hundred thousand dollars.
“Six hundred thousand!” shouts a guy in a suit.
“Geez, I forgot how many billionaires have nothing better to do than fly around in their private jets, watching the Olympics and then outbidding our girl away from us at an auction,” Martin says, loud enough for a lot of people to hear it. “Guess that’s the thanks we get, for working so hard to represent our country.”
“Please,” Melissa cries out, pleading at us with her eyes. “Don’t get outbid. Don’t let them take me.”
“Don’t worry,” I reassure her again. “We have money. We’re not as rich as some of these fucks but we’re rich, and all three of us want you enough to spend whatever it takes to get you.”
“Good,” she says. “Because it will be my first time.”
My grip tightens on her hard little clit. She clenches her thighs around my hand.
“You’re a virgin?” I ask, incredulous.
She moans a yes, and I completely rub her off in front of everyone. She wiggles around on my hand, calling out “I’m coming, Kevin. I’m coming for you. For all of you. You all make me cum so hard.”
“Seven hundred and fifty thousand!” Gerald shouts out.
“Three quarters of a million dollars,” Amy says, smiling down at Melissa. “I told you you’d be compensated handsomely.”
I can’t believe we’ll get to take her virginity. All three of us, at the same time.
“A million dollars,” cries out the same mega billionaire asshole, and the three of us groan.
“There’s a catch,” he says. “I need my cousin Bo to join in. I assume that’s fair, Amy, since all three of these guys are bidding on her at once? I owe him a solid, since he’s always told me he’s just a country boy who was cursed with bad looks, bucked teeth and no money, and he has no idea what it’s like to live in luxury. I’d like to show him a good time. Treat him to something nice and special.”
“I suppose that is fair,” Amy says, now looking upon Melissa with pity. “Although we really don’t need all those details.”
“Please,” Melissa repeats, grabbing my arm. “Anything but that ugly old guy and his bucktoothed cousin Bo!”
“Two million dollars,” I blurt out. Melissa’s eyes widen, and people in the crowd gasp. Even Gerald and Martin look shocked.
“What?” I ask them. “You know I’m good for another mill.”
I had inherited a small fortune some time ago, and grew it into a much bigger fortune with the help of my dad’s investing company. The money I’ve earned from sponsors has just been icing on the cake.
Sure, doubling the money that Gerald and Martin had been willing to put in— without even knowing how high or low the billionaire would bid if I had started off with something lower— could have been a dumb move, but it could have also been a smart move. I hope it shows these other chumps bidding on Melissa that I’m fucking serious. If my fingers in her pussy, making her cum in front of them, didn’t already show them that.
“We had discussed the… limit,” Gerald says, not wanting to discuss it much in front of Melissa.
“Yeah, we had. Back at our hotel. Before we ever even laid eyes on her,” Martin says, his eyes flickering up and down along Melissa’s gorgeous body. “Things have changed. Let Kevin put in some of his own money if he wants.”
“Aww, fine,” says the rival bidder, and just when I’m about to smile because it seems he might throw in the towel, he says, “Two and a half million is as high as I’m going. I think that oughta do the trick. I don’t think you boys have it. And if you do, well, then there are plenty of other women here that I can share with Cousin Bo.”
“The next step up in bidding from two and a half million is three million,” Amy says, reminding us of the bidding rules that go up in half million bids once a million dollars is bid.
“We know,” Martin growls. He wipes away a visible bead of sweat from his forehead, and I don’t think its cause was the heat lamps. That’s a lot of money.
“Look,” Gerald says. “Kevin was nice enough to front another million. Martin, if between you and me— if we each contribute another half a million— then that’s three million total. And that’s only fair for Melissa. A million for each guy. Minus whatever the house takes, of course. For her first time.”
“I know,” Martin says, as if he hadn’t needed reminded. He reaches down and gives Melissa’s nipple a hard squeeze before saying, “Okay. We’ll do it. Three million dollars.”
“Well, I’ll be…” begins our rival, but Amy is hammering the gavel after the crowd starts going wild at the high bid. Lucky devils—they’ll all get to watch us deflower our new princess.
“Sold!” exclaims Amy, happily. “Sold to these three team mates, for three billion dollars.”
“Thank you,” Melissa says, falling back into my chest and sighing in relief. “Thank you so much.”
“No, Gorgeous,” I tell her, already so hard at the thought at taking her virginity that my cock is bursting through my pants, “Thank you. Times three.”
Chapter 8 – Melissa
So that’s it. Just like that, I’m sold. And I love it.
As Kevin takes off my pants, and then Martin takes off my panties, I feel a strange sense of excitement wash over me. I’m completely naked out here in this enclosed outdoor rooftop patio, for all of these clothed men to stare at and my three favorite men to take my virginity, and I like it.
“We’re going to have some fun tonight,” Martin continues. “A little celebration for my teammates and me on a job well done. Some good luck for us on the slopes again tomorrow. And some good times for you as well, Melissa. Now the question is, which one of us gets to do the honors of taking your cherry?”
Gerald comes along behind me, holding my arms back. A shiver runs down my spine, loving how they are all three doing what they want with me.
Martin unzips his fly and takes out his cock. It’s massive, and he begins rubbing it along my naked pelvis: left to right, right to left. “Will it be me? Or maybe Gerald?” With this, he aims his cock in that direction. “Or maybe Kevin.”
“Okay, well, while they have their fun and whoever wants to watc
h can, um, watch, let’s go ahead and continue the auction. Who would like to bid on a girl next?”
“Pick me!” Sheila shouts, unable to contain herself. She jumps up and down, her breasts bouncing along with her. “I can handle huge cocks much better than a virgin like Melissa can.”
I shoot her a hurt glance. I know she’s jealous that Martin and his friends chose me, but I can’t believe she’s betraying me like this. I’m glad I got to tell the guys in private before she let them know. She knows that the fact that I’m a virgin is my deepest, darkest secret that I had never shared with anyone other than her before today.
And now she just announced it to everyone in the bar, throwing me under the bus to get what she wants. I guess she’s not a very good friend after all.
“Now, now,” shouts Martin, rubbing his hands together in glee. “We like our little virgin. She’s ours for the taking.”
Apparently Sheila’s comment had the opposite effect than she had been intending.
“I’ll pay a thousand for a blowjob but that’s probably about all her smart mouth is good for,” says a man in the crowd, and everyone else laughs. Now I feel a bit bad for Sheila, but she did bring this on herself by being so rude to me.
At this point, I’m still standing there naked in front of everyone with my arms being held behind my back. Martin rubs his cock up against the opening of my pussy and I’m really not sure I’ll be able to handle him. I can’t believe my first cock is going to be so gigantic.
I shoot an apologetic look towards Sheila. Even though I’m mad at her for sharing my secret, I can’t help but hope she’s as happy tonight as I am despite our different fates. But I notice that another athlete has approached her, and she’s already flirting with him as he begins offering five thousand dollars for a date with her. She has already gotten over it.
Martin holds onto my hips and says, “I’m going to take you here and now in front of everyone, for your very first time. Are you ready?”
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