Virgin for Sale

by Cassandra Dee

  And that was all I needed to hear. My soul sung, I was a million miles tall, a champion among men. Because my eighteen year-old nymphet, the one who was so innocent, whose virginity I’d taken, was the one teaching me the lessons. Annie’s wisdom, her flexibility, her willingness to compromise and to make herself vulnerable were a dream come true. Because it couldn’t have been easy to go to Maria, to reveal everything in her heart to a woman she barely knew. My girl must have reached deep into her soul for strength when all signs pointed to no.

  And against all odds, the brunette had succeeded. Her reserves were strong and she’d steeled herself and found me in this big city. Not only that, but she’d set forth a plan for us, a way for my girl and I to meet in the middle, to resolve issues without letting them spiral out of control. Because no, I wasn’t going to change entirely, there’s a part of me that needs the exhibitionism, that needs it to get off. But do I need it all the time? No. And does Annie need to make love in private all the time? No. So somewhere in this mess, somehow in this muddle, we were going to make it happen. With Annie’s caring nature, her giving heart, and her ability to dream, we were going to be okay. And I vowed deep within myself to make it good, to make this an incredible experience, for our journey to last the ages. Because what I have with my best girl is rare, amazing, and true … and I was never giving her up, not with my last breath.

  EPILOGUE

  Andrew

  “Unnh!” she moaned breathily, spread out on the bed below me. “Unnh, unnh!”

  I panted above the brunette, my big form like a tiger crouching over her smaller one as I drove my dick in deep from the back.

  “You like baby girl?” I rasped, biting her shoulder gently, getting a taste of that creamy white flesh. “You like?”

  But Annie was lost, her eyes rolling back in her head as she moaned, pussy fucked so hard.

  “Unnh!” she managed again, hips squirming lightly against my pelvis, worming my dick even deeper. “Unnh, unnh!”

  And the feel of her cunt so tight, her sweet walls squeezing me like clamps hurtled me over the edge. With a roar, I came hard, my dick releasing lash after lash of the good stuff into her vaginal cavity, her sweet interior pulsing, milking me for all I was worth.

  And incredibly, the girl came as well. Somehow we’re attuned, we’re two peas in a pod, when the rollercoaster starts going, we’re flying in unison. So when I come Annie comes too, and vice versa. As soon as those hot blasts began spurting into her interior, Annie lost it big time. Her cunt shook, trembled and spasmed, pulsing around me again and again as she moaned throatily, clutching the bedspread below us.

  But we were going for gold this time. Because a camera was trained on our coupling in the corner of the room, this was all being recorded for posterity.

  “Baby,” I rasped. “I’m not holding back, not this time.”

  And with that, I pulled out my jetting dick and placed it right up against her asshole. I didn’t drive in deep despite the fact that I’d prepped her bottom, despite the fact that it was slick with my saliva, my tongue had been there not minutes before. But I did push my cock in just a bit so that her pleats spread, going about a half-inch so that my sperm spurted up her backside as well, blasting that musky interior with rivulets of cream.

  “Unnnnh!” Annie cried out below me. “Unnh ---“ And suddenly the brunette’s voice went silent, her head dropping to the bedspread with a thunk.

  I chuckled deeply, satisfied to the core although my hips continued pumping into her sweet, prone body. Because Annie and I are lovers, but we’re more than just your run-of-the-mill twosome with some dick in pussy. We’re exploring new terrain, bit by bit, and right now, we were testing the little death. Oh yeah, I’d made my girl come so hard that she passed out, her creamy form silent and still below me save for some last pussy spasms, her ass pumping my dick even though she was technically unconscious.

  And I fucking love it. I love knowing that I push my girl so hard, testing the boundaries, that sensations overtake that curvy body until her mind literally loses it, she blacks out like she’s been taking the strongest drugs, overdosing on some psychedelic substance. And it’s all a natural high for us. It’s all her and me, the two of us together, driving one another to greater and greater heights.

  So with a last gasp and a few more spurts, I pulled myself from her anus, my fuckpole still dripping, the white slipping slickly from her hole. Oh yeah, there was so much, her bottom and pussy were coated with the stuff, our loving is never neat, it’s always messy as fuck.

  But with one last kiss to her asshole, a sweet touch of my mouth to the spunk, I got up and turned off the video camera. Because Annie and I are still exploring exhibitionism. It’s true, my best girl and I haven’t gone all the way yet, we haven’t performed for other people, nor have we watched other people go at it live. But we’re working on it. We’ve been making tapes of our love sessions to view together, and maybe, just maybe Annie will be comfortable enough to let me share this with a couple folks. Doesn’t have to be my brothers, although the alphas would certainly appreciate it. But we’ll figure it out. We always do.

  Because I can feel my girl coming around. I can feel Annie getting turned on when the camera begins to flicker, when the red dot becomes an unblinking eye, recording our every move. And when I suggest things, she’s open to them. We had sex behind a waterfall the other day, sheets of water shielding our bodies, the pounding waves muffling our moans, but shit yeah, someone could have surprised us at any moment, interrupting our illicit interlude.

  So in no way are we full-fledged exhibitionists, not yet at least. Baby steps for my baby, and I don’t mind. We’ll get there. I know we will. Because I love the girl, from start to finish, from her curly brown tresses down to the tips of her toes, and we’re on this journey together. So when Annie opens her eyes, when the brunette comes out of the ecstasy of the small death, I’ve got something ready for her this time. And it’s not a warm wash cloth to sweep away my spunk, nor is it a quilted comforter to keep that curvy body warm. It’s a diamond ring to bind her to me always because in this game called love, I’ve realized that’s what I need the most. More than life itself, I need to keep this lovely, incredible woman with me permanently, with every possible mechanism I have available, legally, psychologically, in the courts and in the eyes of the public, and hopefully the five carat stunner in the little blue box is enough for her to say yes.

  So yeah, as I wait here at the bedside, stroking the girl’s brown curls, lightly running my finger over that soft cheek, I’ve been contemplating my good fortune, knowing that I’m a lucky man. Despite the odds, despite the fact that I literally bought Annie James for a week, paid money for time with her body, we’ve done okay. Not okay, but actually astonishingly, amazingly great. Because I’m dead set on making Annie James mine for keeps, on transforming her into Mrs. Andrew Fire ASAP … and this time, there’s no money, no inhibitions, no nothing that will tear us apart.

  THE END

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  Sold at the Auction

  The Falling Series

  Falling for My Boyfriend’s Dad

  Falling for My Son’s Best Friend

  The Virgin Series

  The Naughty Virgin

  The Wicked Virgin

  The Dirty Virgin

  Delivering the Virgin

  The Trashy Virgin

  The Double Series

  Double Princes

  Triple Princes

  Double Massive

  Double Huge

  Double Bang

  Double Donkey

  Twin Stepbrothers Exposed

  An MFM Ménage Romance


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  © 2015

  By Cassandra Dee

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  A SNEAK PEEK

  “Please,” I moaned, grinding against his hand. “I need it!”

  “No worries, girlie,” he rumbled. “It’s coming … umph!” he grunted.

  And with that, he plugged me with his dick, his cock so fast, hard and enormous that I shrieked in surprise, completely airtight and overtaken with his maleness. He was so big that his pole literally lifted me up into the air, my little cunny struggling to fit him, stretched and pulled uncomfortably against that massive glans. But I kept trying, wriggling, moaning and writhing against him, and with the help of my juices, soon he was fully seated in me, that monster cock buried all the way up to the balls.

  I wish I could tell you this was a soft, delicate fuck as we sweetly explored each other’s bodies. But it wasn’t. We were strangers, and I didn’t even know his name as he drilled me like an animal, hips lifting me with each thrust, pussy forced to accommodate, drooling with cream.

  But the man turned out to be my new stepbrother … and the fucking wasn’t stopping just because we were siblings.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Kristen

  The man suckled me wildly, his lips vibrating against my clit, pussy humming and bucking beneath his attentions.

  “You like that little girl?” he asked darkly, his blue eyes gleaming as they gazed at my body.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Please, more, just like last night,” I panted, my breasts heaving, the nipples sensitized, jutting out like hard pebbles.

  He looked at me oddly for a moment, but turned back to my vulva, lightly tracing his lips over my sensitized flesh, making me twist and scream beneath him. Through my lust-clouded brain, I registered the funny gaze but didn’t dwell on it. After all, I’d met this man only yesterday during a hot tryst in the back of the club. Didn’t he remember me? It seemed impossible that he’d forgotten our impassioned session already, the way he’d made me come again and again, his fingers skimming over my body even as his cock buried itself in my secret spaces.

  But he seemed to be exploring my figure anew, focused on each curve and cranny with unabated lust and a sense of discovery. And was it my imagination, or wasn’t that tribal tattoo on his left shoulder last night, and not his right?

  I brushed my misgivings away as another wave of lust overcame me, making me tremble and course hotly in the dark stranger’s arms. I wouldn’t worry about that now … I needed to come and this man was my answer.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Kristen

  The beat pounded heavily in my ears, deafening, making my head throb. I was sure I’d have tinnitus the next day.

  “Krissy, want a drink?” yelled my friend Amy directly into my ear.

  Ouch! That didn’t help. I nodded, not bothering to reply with words.

  We tunneled our way through the club, bumped and shoved by a sea of jostling bodies, to park ourselves at the end of the long wooden bar. It was worth it though – a gorgeous bartender was serving drinks, dark-haired with deep blue eyes, his smile a Crest advertisement as he grinned at a particularly fetching female customer. Judging from her return smile, either his drinks were really good or she was hoping for a piece of saucy action.

  Which made me sigh. God, what I wouldn’t do to get myself a slice of real-life alpha male? My love life barely had a heartbeat because my boyfriend, Darren, isn’t exactly the assertive type. Just last night, we’d been studying when he started up the oddest conversation.

  “Krissy, are you ever attracted to women?”

  I wasn’t sure what to reply, so I spoke carefully.

  “Well, I definitely think that women can be very beautiful, like Angelina Jolie, but I’m not sure what you mean by attracted to women. I mean, I don’t want to do Angelina, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  Judging from his disappointed frown, I’d said the wrong thing.

  He pressed on. “I mean, do you ever feel tempted to kiss another woman, just to see what it’s like? Especially if she’s really gorgeous?”

  Where was this going? I decided to choose my words carefully again.

  “I guess I’ve thought about kissing women, yeah, once in a while. But it’s not something that I think about a lot. If you’re into it, why don’t you show me?” I winked suggestively. We were alone in his dorm room, so I gave him a secret smile and subtly hitched my skirt higher.

  But he was oblivious to my come-ons.

  “No seriously Krissy, I think it could be hot if you did it with another woman. You know it’s every guy’s dream, to have a threesome with two females, and if you were genuinely interested in another woman, I really think it could work.”

  That stopped me short. I’m not attracted to women and his insistence was annoying. He should have been inside my panties already, but instead, we were having this stupid conversation.

  I thought back to the last time Darren and I had had sex. It’d been lame, honestly. I don’t know if four inches counts as a small dick, but that’s what Darren has, and it seemed like he couldn’t come very easily. Finally, I’d pulled off and he’d finished with his hand, squirting the tiniest bit of cum in a pathetic wet spot on the coverlet. I was left wanting and desperate, but instead of finishing me, he got out of bed and started dressing to go back to his dorm.

  “Come on, baby, stay, let’s play some more,” I’d purred throatily. “My roommate’s gone for the weekend, we can party all night,” I suggested.

  Darren gave me a weird glance as he zipped up his jeans.

  “Krissy, get serious,” he said. “We have midterms next week, and besides, I just did you. Isn’t that enough? If you want to be a serious journalist, I’d suggest you start studying and not waste any more time,” he’d said self-importantly.

  I let out a gusty sigh of frustration. Sorr-ry! I was more than a little hurt, but this wasn’t the first time Darren had shot me down for sex, citing all sorts of excuses. It was just that I was getting seriously frustrated … my pussy was positively vibrating with lust, and he wasn’t able to provide the satisfaction I needed. That’s why I was at the club with Amy now.

  I’m not really a club-going type. I mean, I’m not a prude either, but I do want to be a serious journalist and spend a good amount of time working on articles, pounding the pavement on some serious investigative beats. My latest project was an expose of the club industry, focusing on outfits that served alcohol to minors, provided recreational drugs, that kind of thing. So my motive for coming out tonight was two-pronged – relax and party a little, but also do some research for my next project.

  Finally, the bartender sauntered over to us, his blue eyes gleaming as he took in the creamy vees of our breasts, exposed through daringly low necklaces. I blushed a little, but thrust out my chest again. It was part of my strategy – if I wanted to investigate potential crimes, I needed to fit in by looking slutty, you know?

  “Hi,” I purred. “Do you do mojitos?” I asked.

  He cocked an eyebrow at me wryly, taking in my tiny bustier and even tinier mini-skirt.

  “Do you have ID?” he countered.

  Dammit! I’d been hoping my revealing outfit would make me look older, but I guess I still looked eighteen. I sighed, defeated, but Amy took over.

  “Listen, we’re willing to pay double for the drinks, just forget the IDs, okay?” she yelled into his ear.

  But he shook his head, no.

  “Sorry chickies, no can do,” he rumbled, turning to another guest.

  Suddenly, I had an idea.

  “Hey, I have something for you,” I said, almost pitching myself onto the bar so that he could hear me, my boobs just about falling out of my top. “Meet me out back in fifteen?” I asked, nodding to a darkened door that led outside.


  He looked me over again and I smiled sassily, cocking out a hip. I knew I looked good, my hair brushed to a glossy sheen, curves in all the right places. Rolling his eyes, he gave a shrug and said, “Alright, I’m going on break anyways,” he said, this time turning his back to serve another customer.

  Amy grabbed my hand. “Oh my god, Krissy! What are you doing?”

  To tell the truth, I wasn’t sure yet, but I knew I wanted something … intimate … with our gorgeous bartender.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Troy

  It was pretty hilarious. The two girls couldn’t have been a day over eighteen, much less old enough to drink. But they were nubile and flirty, with a freshness that only the very young have. I found myself thinking about the brunette.

  She was voluptuous and curvy, dressed in an outfit that lovingly hugged every inch that delectable body. I’d seen her the moment she walked in the door in that ridiculously short skirt, and waited patiently as she and her friend made her way to the bar.

  Up close, she was even more beautiful. The darkness lent an allure to her lips, and her eyes were a warm caramel color, like melting chocolate. My dick hardened, despite the fact that I flirt with dozens of women every night, and have fucked hundreds in my lifetime.

  You see, my brother and I are co-owners of some very successful establishments. We’re in the entertainment industry so to say. We run a couple clubs, a couple bars, and a couple of “gentlemen’s joints.” But the real money comes from our escort business, a discreet service we offer on the side.