Can't Buy My Love: Billionaire and Virgin Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I know it’s a foolish thought. I wouldn’t even make any money that way. But I can’t help but want it on a primal level, and I’m more turned on than I care to admit.

  I try not to get nervous as I realize that my turn to be auctioned is next. I think I still have a few minutes to prepare. Julia will come get me when it’s time.

  I can't decide what I should offer up during my auction. I promised Andrew a date but now I kind of want to do something more with him.

  Should I offer oral sex, maybe?

  Not in public, but in private.

  But then I’d just want more, if I’m being perfectly honest with myself, and it would be silly to go all the way without making more money off of it. I’d be giving up a perfectly good opportunity.

  Maybe I should ask Tammy. But as I look around, I see that she’s disappeared.

  I excuse myself to the bathroom to go look for her. I check my makeup and dress. I want to look my best for the auction and date.

  I don't find Tammy in here; that's odd. I go back to the group of people watching the sex. Maybe she is there. But I don't see her right away.

  I don't think she would have left without telling me. I start to look around for Andrew, but I can't find him either.

  I finally spot Tammy up close, watching the couple with interest. And Andrew is there too, leaning against the corner, but he’s looking around, as if he’s trying to find me.

  When he does, he smiles, and glances down at his hard cock, which is almost bulging through his pants. He licks his lips and raises his eyebrows at me. Then he places a hand on himself, and nods in my direction.

  It’s clear that he wants me bad.

  And it’s even more clear that he’s about to do something about it.

  Chapter 9 - Sheila

  I can't look away from Andrew, nor do I even want to. He watches me with that look in his eyes. The look alone would be enough to get me wet.

  I watch him as he strokes himself and my panties are instantly soaked. I can't help it. He looks over at the couple having sex, and I follow his gaze.

  I watch as the woman is bent over the table and fucked from behind. They both look so into it. They are going crazy for each other. So full of passion. I wish Andrew would just grab me and do me that hard.

  I watch as the man turns the woman around and sucks her nipples while still having sex with her, his cock moving in and out of her. I look at Andrew and see that he is watching me again. I can't stop staring at him.

  He signals to Julia and once he has her attention, he says, "I would like to bid for Sheila to take all her clothes off. I want to see her naked. I want my eyes to take in every inch of her gorgeous curves."

  They both look at me, waiting for my answer. I'm speechless with shock. I nod yes at Andrew before I even realize it.

  "You accept the bid?" Julia asks me, with a little smile starting to spread across her face.

  She always reminds me of a savvy yet slightly angry businesswoman, so this is about as close as I’ve seen her to expressing joyful emotions. She’s obviously very happy that I’ll be participating in the auction and driving up the percentage that the auction company, and specifically she as the hostess of this auction, rake in from the winning bids.

  "Um, yes." I reply trying to gather my thoughts.

  "Very well, then. Proceed," she says officially, yet happily – again with “happy” being relative compared to how I have seen her in the past.

  Andrew continues to stroke himself as I take off my clothes. I don’t even care that everyone can see my naked body, as long as Andrew is pleased. I love to look at his big, throbbing cock. I know now that even though I initially tried to resist this cocky billionaire, that I will give in to him and that this is the man who will take my virginity.

  I wonder if it can fit in my virgin pussy.

  Will it hurt?

  Will he be gentle or rough?

  I kind of want him to be a bit of both.

  I'm torn between watching him, or the couple that is having sex.

  "I want everyone to see how much you want me," he commands.

  My attention is drawn back to him when I hear him say this. As I stand there naked, a few people have turned to watch us instead of the other couple.

  Julia is standing nearby as Andrew calls out another bid, this time saying that he wants me to bare everything for him, and he does mean everything. I accept the bid right away and spread myself open like he asks.

  My fingers claw at the folds of my pussy, pulling its lips open for him. My clit is hard and my insides are aching and dripping wet for him.

  This is torture.

  I want him so bad already.

  "Look how ready she is for me!" he yells out to the crowd.

  More people have turned to watch us. Some of the guys are jerking off to the sight of my pussy spread wide open for Andrew to enjoy and to show off to everyone, as far as how much he makes my pussy juices drip out for him.

  It’s true, I only want him. He keeps calling out his bids and I keep agreeing to them. Before I know it, I'm playing with myself and yelling out his name. He wants to see me finger myself and rub my clit.

  So, the fingers of my one hand are deep inside my pussy hole while those of my other hand are pinching and stroking my tight, hard clit, which is sticking out from him and begging him to come touch it.

  I wish it were just the two of us already. But in a way, I like that everyone can see how good Andrew makes me feel. I’m surprised to find out that I enjoy being this turned on for an audience who is watching my raw, naked desire for the man I want to pop my cherry.

  I don't know what's gotten into me lately, but it feels good to open up to Andrew, literally and metaphorically. I’m showing him just how much I want that big, hard cock of his deep in my pussy.

  For his next bid, he is eating my pussy, his tongue swirling around my clit and then poking its expert way inside my hole. He’s playing with my clit just like I wanted him too, rubbing it while his lips start sucking me dry inside my little, aching pussy hole.

  When he starts sucking on my clit, my hard nub in between his teeth so he can hold it in just the right spot while his lips work their magic all around it, sucking and licking and teasing me and then diving back in for a complete tongue treatment, I'm begging him and asking him if we can go somewhere else. I just want to be with him already. I want him to put me out of my ecstatic, helpless, begging, quivering misery and to fuck my brains out finally.

  “Your little pussy tastes so good,” he says. “I can’t wait to fuck it. And I want your tight little asshole, too. I’m going to claim all of you. Your whole body will be mine.”

  “Mmmm, Andrew,” I groan, unable to hold back any longer.

  He’s making me cum and my clit is pulsing for him while my pussy is pouring out wetness. I’m writhing my hips, pushing myself further up into his mouth, screaming out, “Andrew, you’re making me cum. You’re making my little pussy feel so good in your mouth. I want your cock in me. Please. Please take me somewhere private and put that big cock in my pussy and make me cum all over it like you’re making me gush into your mouth in front of all these people who are watching us.”

  Julia interrupts us by saying, "You can't ask for things. He has to bid."

  I want to roll my eyes at her. I'm so happy and thrilled when he says that he's going to keep bidding, but then I get worried. I notice the other men are starting to take notice of me now too, looking interested in bidding. That's not what I wanted.

  I only wanted to be with Andrew. I can’t even imagine any of these men touching me. Sure, it’s fun to make them watch Andrew devour me, to show them what he can do to me that they can’t, but I don’t want anyone but Andrew to be doing it.

  I start to panic even more when they start actually placing their bids as well. My panic reaches a whole new level when the guy who was having sex with the first girl who was auctioned off walks over and gets way
too up close and personal, his nose close to my clit as he looks at my exposed body.

  My legs are parted and hanging open so that Andrew could have the best access to eat my pussy. It’s covered in his spit and my cum. All of a sudden, this moment seems private, despite the fact that I just had a very public orgasm, so I close my legs.

  "I wanted her first so I'm going to bid," he announces. “She has a sweet little pussy and I love the way her face looks when she cums. I like how she sounds when she screams out your name, except that I want it to be my name.”

  He looks at both Andrew and at me, as if daring us to challenge him. I just look at Andrew.

  Now I’m wondering what I got myself into again. I hadn't considered that other people would seriously want to bid on me after seeing what Andrew just did to me – how he drenched my pussy by eating it out so well. That's so unexpected.

  Andrew looks at me as if to say he’ll never let it happen, and out loud he says, “Fuck that; she’s mine,” and increases his bids.

  I'm still really nervous. I know that Andrew has a lot of money, but I don’t know how much money he has or how much it will take to win me.

  I certainly don't want the other guy to win, but I so desperately want to finish enjoying what Andrew was doing to me.

  “You’re still mine,” he says. “And I haven’t released you from your position. Let me see that pussy that’s mine now.”

  He spreads my legs wide and smiles at what he sees. He takes his fingers and pinches my clit. With his other hand, he pinches one of my nipples.

  “That’s it,” he says. “You’re my dirty little slut now, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I tell him, suddenly forgetting all about the other guy and just loving that Andrew is pleasuring me again.

  I know he doesn’t mean the word “slut” in a bad way. He wants to own me. Claim me. Make me his. And I love being at his disposal, to use any time that he wants.

  He puts his head back between my legs and I’m instantly engulfed in that tingly feeling of ecstasy again. But then I see the creepy guy peering at me and stroking his cock as if he’s getting it ready for me. The only person whose cock I want inside me, and very, very badly, is Andrew.

  It’s difficult to keep my focus now that I am worried that someone else will win the auction. I can feel myself climax again, but I try to be quiet about it so that I don’t give as much of myself away to these strangers, to the creepy guy. I hold my breath while Andrew nibbles on my hard little nub, making me cum for him.

  I shake my head and try to focus on just Andrew and me. I'm starting to feel a little uneasy with so many people watching us now. For the second time tonight, I begin to question my reasons for agreeing to be a part of this.

  I really need the money though. I can't give up on my business dreams. I don't want to give up on my dreams.

  “Fuck yeah,” Andrew says, sitting up and looking at my body. “I love that you love being my little slut. I love looking at your full tits and that curvy ass and knowing that you’re mine.”

  Suddenly, it’s all worth it. I’d let him do this to me any time, anywhere he wants. As long as it’s only him.

  "You won't let him win?" I whisper, so that only Andrew can hear.

  "Of course not! You owe me a date!" he whispers back.

  The humor in his voice makes me smile with relief. I try to calm myself and relax. We finish giving the crowd a show as Andrew bids to eat me out again. I enjoy it a little more this time. A few more guys in the crowd also place bids to participate, but Andrew beats them all.

  His main competition comes from the guy we talked to earlier. The way he looks at Andrew makes me wonder if this is some kind of rivalry thing going on between them. He must have some kind of connection to Brian and Andrew and the auction company as do the majority of the people here.

  To be honest, he really gives me the creeps. He's the reason I really don't enjoy what's happening right now, other than the fact that I’m with Andrew and he makes me feel physically amazing. Emotionally, though, I’m really starting to waver.

  I don't mind the rest of the crowd because they are no competition to Andrew. This guy, though, well – I shudder to think how he would treat me if he won. He would not be kind. He would use me for his own pleasure instead of making me feel good, like Andrew does.

  Julia seems pleased that he keeps bidding though. I guess that's a good thing because it means everyone will make more money. That will definitely help me with my business.

  Maybe this isn't the bad idea I thought it was, as long as Andrew is the winner, and it doesn’t look like he’s anywhere close to running out of money to spend, since he keeps bidding, and confidently so.

  I mean, I am getting to spend some time with Andrew. I know that I’m enjoying what we’re doing but not I’m worried that I’m enjoying it a little bit too much. I’m putting all of myself out here on display for everyone to see. And my heart might be hanging out a bit too much, just like my tits and my pussy.

  I've already decided against anything serious like a relationship, so whatever I enjoy with him would just have to be for one night, I tell myself. That is what I wanted, after all.

  I don't think Andrew would mind that. Most guys are into that sort of thing anyways. His words to me the other day ring in my ears. Is he expecting more from this or am I just one of his many playthings to use and discard? In that case, it’s a good thing I’m protecting my heart.

  I love how he uses my body, and he can do whatever he wants with it. But I’ll hang on tight to my heart, because I would hate for that to be trampled on.

  Chapter 10 - Andrew

  I groan when I hear the other guy wants to bid on my Sheila. I already consider her to be mine. I can't fucking stand this guy. His name is Aaron Watkins and he’s one of my chief rivals. He owns a very successful tech firm in Silicon Valley. It’s in direct competition with mine.

  He bids again on my sweet, slutty little Sheila, whose delicious cherry I’m dying to pop, and I sigh in frustration.

  "Can't you see that she doesn't want to be with you?" I snap at him.

  He just glares at me. Sheila says nothing. She looks dazed from everything we have been doing.

  I love how she opens up her pussy and puts it on full display for me. How she lets me do anything I want to it, because it’s mine. Or at least it’s partially mine, and I’ll make sure it’s about to be totally mine.

  I grab her pussy and spread her lips open further, looking deep into the pink, wet stickiness I love to eat and touch I slide my fingers inside her pussy lips. The tight walls of her pussy close in on my fingers, inviting them further in, as if they were my cock, which I wish they were. I can’t wait to cram her tight little pussy with my huge cock. I hope she’s ready to handle all of it, because I want to stuff her full.

  "She only wants me," I say to the asshole, trying to prove my point.

  He just smirks and bids again. I'm not going to give up that easily. I've wanted to be with Sheila since the moment I met her. I worked too hard to convince her to be a part of this auction and I'm not going to lose her now.

  I bid on Sheila three times in a row for the opportunities to suck her nipples and finger her again. I love to pleasure her and make her feel good. This isn’t like me – I’m usually the one being pleasured, not pleasuring.

  I'm clearly falling hard for her, but I also want to show this guy that she only wants to be with me. I'm angry again when I see Aaron playing with himself while watching Sheila.

  She is only mine.

  Can’t he tell that, by the way she looks lustfully at my big cock that she clearly wants inside her pussy, which gets so drenched for me?

  Can’t he tell by the way she calls out my name and moans and begs for me to fuck her?

  Sheila is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. It’s like magic when I make her cum – an electric current that passes from my hands or mouth to her pussy, electrifying her nerve e
ndings and sending her into a spasm of orgasmic pleasure she’s happen to put on display for me and everyone else.

  That’s right. Everyone can see how much she wants me. They can see what I do to her and how much I make her cum. Aaron the Asshole should be able to tell she belongs to me, and not to mess with me.

  I try to ignore him and focus only on Sheila. I whisper to her how much I love playing with her body. That's true; I've never been more attracted to any woman in my entire life than I am to her. She has the perfect, most luscious curves.

  I'm irritated that Aaron is still standing there, competing against me for what I want, for what I clearly already own by the way she quivers and shivers and leaks out her pussy juices for me. I bid again. Brian walks over and taps me on the shoulder.

  "If you keep bidding, we are going to run out of money," he whispers softly. “I mean, I know you’re super rich, but we have to invest in the company, too, remember? It’s not all just liquid assets you can use to win some pissing contest with this jerk.”

  "Relax. I know what I'm doing," I reply.

  He just shakes his head in response.

  "You know, usually you are my competition at these things," I joke. “So at least you’re not trying to take this opportunity away from me.”

  I get a little bit more serious now, grateful that he’s not encroaching on my territory.

  "Yeah, well, I kind of have my eye on someone else," he admits. “So don’t think I’m doing it just to be altruistic. I do respect that you want to claim this virgin, but it’s also for selfish reasons.”

  I look at him in surprise. It seems the same love bug that has bitten me has also bitten him.

  "Just don't lose all of our money," he cautions again.

  I sigh.

  "I won't. Besides, I have a plan,” I state confidently.

  "Really? What is it?" he asks with interest.

  "I want to help Sheila with her florist business. She seems really smart about it. It will be a good opportunity for us," I explain.