by Mia Ford
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 wrapped 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.
CHAPTER SIX: 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, l
ived, 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 manor 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.
There was quite a variety to choose from: tall, short, thin, full-figured, blonde, brunette, redhead, pale, dark and olive-skinned, small tits, big tits, neat bushes, no bushes. They were standing on small risers that made them taller than the men, like meat hanging in a butcher shop window.
“See anything you like?” Tony asked, bumping me with his elbow. He held up the glass and extended one finger toward a tall black girl with a body so perfect it looked Photoshopped. “Damn, look at her,” Tony said, clicking his tongue. “She’s a fitness model, I think. You up for a little dark meat?”
“You’re a pig, Tony,” I said, though my eyes remained on her dark body, sweeping up and down from her perfect tits with their dark nipples to the small strip of curls directly above her clit. Her legs were long and her body was lean and flawless. She appeared to be perfectly comfortable, exposed as she was. She put her hands on her hips and bent one knee and smiled at the circle of men gathering around her. I had a hard time believing she was a virgin. I was sure a girl like that had men fighting to get to her.
“How about a redhead?” Tony asked, pointing again. The redhead was buxom, with large tits that hung from her chest like melons with areolas the size of baseballs and nipples as thick as my thumb. She sported a thick vee of red curls between her legs.
“I’m not much on redheads,” I said. A waiter came by carrying a tray of champagne and I grabbed a glass. As I was tipping the glass to my lips, I saw a gorgeous blonde across the room, doing her best to act sexy even though she was clearly uncomfortable standing naked on a podium in a roomful of men. I watched her for a moment. She was nervous, with a look of near panic in her eyes. Several men were ogling her. She did her best to smile, though clearly, she was self-conscious. She kept covering her perfect breasts with her arms, then dropped them the moment she realized what she was doing. I supposed that she had been instructed on how to stand and smile and talk to the men. I couldn’t explain why, but I felt the sudden need to go to her, to protect her, to reassure her that by Monday she could put this all behind her and buy a small house with her cut of the proceeds.
“That’s Bethany’s friend,” Tony said, leaning in to bump me with his arm. “You remember Bethany from the club?”
“I’d probably recognize the top of her head,” I said without taking my eyes off the blonde.
“No, not the chick with the gap,” he said, making a sour face. “The waitress, Bethany. Dark hair, big tits, likes it in the ass?”
I had no idea who the fuck he was talking about, but I nodded anyway and sipped the champagne and stared at her eyes, waiting to see if she was going to look back at me. She didn’t. She was doing her best to smile and chat with the men around her. I’d never seen a beautiful woman look so uncomfortable, of course, she was practically naked standing on a podium in front of a roomful of lustful strangers who would soon be bidding on the right to shove their fat, smelly cock into her tight pussy and decimate her virginity.
I wondered if she’d ever done anything sexually before. Tony, my expert, explained that Certified Virgin meant that the girl’s hymen was intact, not that she had never had a cock in her hands, mouth, or ass. He told me it wasn’t unusual for girls these days to have anal sex and suck cock every night of the week and still call themselves a virgin. I just shook my head. I only slept with mature women that were as experienced and adventurous as I was. I probably wouldn’t know what to do with a virgin, but then again, it could be fun to find out.
“She’s beautiful,” I said quietly.
I dug the brochure from inside my jacket and opened it up. I found her photo and bio on the fourth page. The photo was a standard modeling headshot. She was gazing into the camera with a slight tilt to her head, as if she were too shy to have her picture taken but excited that she was.
Her long blonde hair was draped over one bare shoulder. Her blue eyes narrowed a little when she smiled. She had high cheekbones and lips that were perfectly full and utterly kissable.
Her expression was both hesitant and seductive, like a Pandora’s Box waiting to be opened so its secrets, good and bad, could spill out.
I ignored Tony for a moment and silently read her bio.
Katrina Anne Donovan
21 years old, 5’8, 125 lbs. Natural blonde, blue eyes, fair complexion, Irish descent. Occupation: Waitress, college student working toward a degree in medicine. Likes: Romantic movies, walks in the park, cuddling by a fire, the New York Jets. Dislikes: Arrogant men, stupid people, the New York Giants. Citizenship: US citizen, New York residency.
Certified Virgin.
I smiled at her comments. If she hated arrogant men and stupid people, she was in the wrong place. I tucked the brochure back into my jacket and watched her as I finished the glass of champagne. She was putting forth an effort to be cordial, but I could tell it was hard for her. She had probably been told that the friendlier she was to the
men beforehand, the higher the bids for her would be at action time. The other girls were laughing and joking and striking seductive poses. One of them, a petite brunette with enormous tits and a thick Jersey accent, was spreading her thighs and holding back her pubes with her fingertips to give patrons a closer look at the pussy they would be bidding on.
Katrina Donovan, on the other hand, was standing with her legs pressed tightly together and her hands balled into fists at her sides. It was easy to tell that she would have rather been anywhere but where she was at that moment.
“She is a bit of a tight ass, but a total fucking babe,” Tony said with a smirk, obviously humored by my interest in the what he called “the primo merchandise”. “She probably has a pussy so tight it’ll rub the skin right off your dick.”
“You’re such a romantic, Tony,” I said, cutting my eyes at him.
“Fuck romance.” He bumped me with his elbow again. I was going to be battered and bruised before the night was over if he kept that up. He nudged me and growled in my ear. “Go on over and talk to her.”
“I will,” I said, bumping him back. “Give me a minute.” It was a little ridiculous, my hesitation to approach her. I had been with more women than I could count and had never had a problem approaching a woman before. But as I watched Katrina Donovan nervously covering her blonde bush with her crossed hands and forcing a smile for the men surrounding her, I felt like a nerdy high schooler mustering the courage to ask the most beautiful girl in school to dance.
