But the main course was coming. With a butt cheek in each hand, I slowly pulled them apart, my steaming slit coming into view, the beautiful pinkness that belonged to me alone. And oh fuck, while I was doing it, I went all the way. I leaned over more, making sure my ass was high in the air, and showed them my taboo hole then. Oh yeah, my gorgeous brown pucker winked and flashed under the spotlight, flirting with the buyers, a perfect counterpoint to the pink wetness that dripped below, my swollen labia engorged and pulsing with desire.
But the men couldn’t see the evidence of my virginity just yet, so the female voice came on again.
“Article Twenty-One, please hold your labia open. Cameras,” she directed. “Prepare to zoom.”
And I gasped, head still between my knees. Oh my god, they wanted to look up into my channel, deep into the hot pink for a glimpse of my hymen? To see that part of me that was still intact, where no man had touched? And they were going to zoom in, let everyone see up close and personal? Oh my god, oh my god.
But the naughtiness titillated me because it was so dirty and sensuous at once. I’d played with myself a few times, always stopping when I reached the barrier, the spongy tissue that proved I was untouched, untaken. And so taking a deep breath, I let go of my orbs and let my small hands creep between my thighs, slowly caressing my plush pussy lips, letting them watch as I massaged my cunt. Mmm, it felt good, my nub was tingling, my clit so big and stiff that I was sure they could see it, all two inches poking out, waving in the air.
And for emphasis, I gave it a stiff pinch, making myself gasp, cunt gushing wetly at the illicit touch. Oh god, what would it be like to feel a man’s hand there, feel a pair of strong, masculine fingers running through my soft folds? I pretended it was the dark man in the booth touching me, making me come with need. How his hands would slip knowingly between my thighs, probing my small hole, touching where no one had touched before, prepping me for his cock.
And moaning, I closed my eyes, preparing for the grand finale. Because with a slow moan, I did it. Small fingers pushed my labia to each side so that I was holding myself open, so that each man could see right up my cunt, glimpse the hot pink walls, drenched and steaming, the female juice that coated my privates. And oh fuck, oh fuck, but I knew what the camera was doing at that very moment. It was zooming in on my ass, on my pussy, going in for the deep dive. I stood stock still, feeling the caress of a dozen pairs of eyes, feeling the electronic lens home in on the part of me that proved my virginity, that showed I was untouched, ready for my first man. Because yes, my hymen was there for these men to see, for these men to taste, lick, touch, and finally penetrate if they bought me.
And at that moment, I glanced through my legs and met the eyes of the dark man. He was staring at me hard, gaze fixed on my pussy before jerking to a monitor in front of him and I realized that each booth must have been equipped with its own flatscreen so that the user could view me from multiple angles, up, down, below, and now inside. He stared, transfixed, as the camera sharpened and focused and suddenly the lights of every single booth flashed brightly. They must have caught my hymen on screen, the men must have seen my virginity, the proof that I was untouched.
And the bidding flew into a frenzy then.
“I hear one hundred thousand,” chimed the woman’s voice. “Is there anyone for two?”
I gasped. One hundred thousand? The redhead had gone for fifty and already my bidding was at one hundred? How was I double her price? But I guess that was the going price for virgins and flushing hotly, I bit my lip, getting ready to stand. But the woman’s voice rang out again.
“Touch yourself,” she commanded. “Article Twenty-One, touch yourself as bidders place their bets.”
And oh god, it was wrong, but what choice did I have? So moaning softly, I complied. One hand held my pussy lips open so that the men could see right up my cunt, my other hand kneading my clit. Oh god, it felt so good, it was so dirty and humiliating and yet sensations coursed through me so hard that I couldn’t process it. I could faintly make out the sound of bidding as I stroked my clit, running my fingers through my slippery folds, even touching my hole a bit, sliding a digit an inch between my plush lips, testing the untouched slit.
And oh god, but the dark man. My eyes flipped open for a second to meet his, and he was staring hard again, devouring my body with his eyes, blue gaze so scorching that I was pushed over the edge. He was so commanding, so alpha, so dominant that without any words, in public before a dozen filthy rich men, the big man made me come. I screamed aloud, my hand like a motor between my legs now, pussy giving it up as it clenched and spasmed, gushes of juices coming from my hole. It felt so good, electric shocks running from my cunt to my fingers and toes, making everything go soft and gelatin-like before the next spasm caught me, my pussy clamping down hard again in ecstasy before opening, letting out another gush of female cream.
And I couldn’t help it. Our eyes never breaking contact, I frigged myself through the entire session, masturbating just for him, touching myself again and again, pretending it was him stroking me. His eyes ate me up, absolutely devoured me, caressing every inch of my body as if it were his already. And just as the tremors began to subside, as I began to calm, taking a big breath, the female voice came on again.
“Sold to the highest bidder! The Girl in Gold has been sold for two million dollars, closing immediately.”
I gasped, still nude, barely able to stand now. There were smears of cream on my thighs, evidence of my lust, and the two handlers stepped forward, each seizing one of my arms, making sure I’d make it. Slowly, they helped me off the dais and I walked with wobbly steps to the doorway in the wall, turning my head back once to shoot the dark man a beseeching look.
He looked right back at me, a half-smile playing on his lips, nodding discreetly as the handlers dragged me into a hallway. What did that mean? Had he bought me? What was coming next? All I knew was that I should have been ashamed, should have been humiliated given that I’d literally just been sold, but instead, all I could feel was the hot flush of my body, the tingles that still coursed through my cunt. Who was that man? Who was the man with the dark hair and blue eyes? I had to know and prayed desperately that he was my buyer.
TO BE CONTINUED …
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[MJBB1]You may be overusing italics for effect.
[MJBB2]Mr. Evans, you don’t need to write out “mister”
[MJBB3]This tour of the airplane is taking a long time and drags. I wasn’t sure if you had to go into so much painstaking detail on this part.
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bsp; [MJBB4]Repetitive. They say this over and over and it’s becoming very tedious.
[MJBB5]This is a very dated expression. It makes him sound like he’s in his 50s
[MJBB6]This should be in past tense, not present.
[MJBB7]If Helena’s continuing to speak, it really should be all in one paragraph.
[MJBB8]Where, you didn’t indicate she’d actually come to stand in front of a door to swipe her key into.
[MJBB9]Did she enter the code?
[MJBB10]It gets tedious with how often you use “Mister Evans.” I think using it more sparingly and using “he/him” more often helps avoid that problem
[MJBB11]So yesterday she was upset when about five guys talked to her like this but now she, a virgin who has a friend she looks down on for sleeping with men for stuff, is ready to go? I think this is inconsistent characterization. However, if you are going to have him seduce her into taking the deal, he’s going to have to think more sweeping her off her feet and seduction and less a dirty letter to “dear Penthouse.”
[MJBB12]You probably don’t know this but “Pretty Baby” is also the name of a movie starring Brooke Shields when she was 12 about a literal child prostitute. It might be best to have him call her by a different pet name.
[MJBB13]This kind of gives me the image of a dog in heat. Maybe a different motion?
[MJBB14]I know he was concerned with the image for boarding passengers but what would be the point of a sculpture on a runway?
[MJBB15]Is he a vampire? Does he have supersenses? I don’t think a regular man could smell that other scent, the one of arousal in a woman.
[MJBB16]I don’t think you mean sassy here. Maybe curvy, maybe amazing, but sassy really talks more about attitude.
[MJBB17]Do all the stewardesses have to take it? She was originally hired just to be a stewardess. Also, how fast does birth control take effect? If it was only a day, even if she just started, it wouldn’t have been long enough.
[MJBB18]Now, I’m honestly curious/confused. Do all the women on the airline have to be on birth control to please customers cause that seems implied here.
[MJBB19]To be honest, I don’t understand how “fat” she could be if she literally has a 23 inch waist. She basically sounds like she has the perfect va-va-voom figure. Some actual BBW women might be a little offended by a 40-23-35 woman being described as heavy with boobs that might already be sagging but thankfully aren’t.
[MJBB20]She’s started thinking about him as “Thorn” now so just keep that consistent in her mind and perception
[MJBB21]I”d drop this phrase. It’s a bit scary and kind of a gross image
[MJBB22]Again that sounds more painful than erotic
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