The King's Virgin Bride

by Natalie Knight

  And, if I can get laid by some hot trust fund guy in the process of raising money for charity, I’m not going to pretend like I wouldn’t kind of enjoy it. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’m seeing a new side of myself tonight. A side of myself that actually likes the idea of being bought by a rich man, wined and dined and maybe even a little more for the evening.

  I mean, hello, who wouldn’t jump at that chance?

  Chloe comes up next to me, putting her arm around me. I feel the heat from her body as she stands next to me. I look at our reflection in the mirror. We look really fucking hot.

  “We look like a couple of those girls in the smutty romance novels that we read,” I say. “Like those ones who auction off their virginity or some shit.”

  Chloe and I both laugh.

  “Yeah. Except that ship has sailed a long damn time ago. I wonder if anyone there will have a gigantic cock like they always do in the stories? Maybe we’ll both get taken home and fucked for hours by 12 inches of man meat!”

  Chloe laughs and I gulp. I mean, 12 inches of man meat is, like…a lot of man meat.

  “How about a shot?” I propose. I’m gonna need it at this point.

  “Hell yeah.”

  She pours two shots of tequila, and we toss them back without the aid of lime or salt. We make ridiculous faces at each other as the warm liquid burns its way down our throats.

  If I’m lucky, that won’t be the only warm liquid I’ll swallow tonight! The thought pops into my head before my good-girl brain has a chance to censor it. Fuck, a little eyeliner, six-inch heels and a little black dress is apparently all it takes to turn me into a total slut for the evening. Even that one little thought makes my pussy clench. Who am I right now?

  Chloe’s phone beeps.

  “Cool. Our Uber is here.”

  We go downstairs and get into the black SUV that’s waiting. The driver can’t keep his eyes off us. Even that starts to turn me on. It reaffirms how amazing we both look. I try to imagine what he’s thinking about when he looks at us. He’s probably fantasizing about us kissing each other or some shit, then fighting over who gets to suck his throbbing cock first.

  Damn, I swear this isn’t normally like me. I’m usually pretty shy about sex stuff, I swear! But I’m one horny bitch tonight, aren’t I? Let’s hope for the sake of this story that I actually get some later so you aren’t subjected to chapters and chapters of unfulfilled fantasies from my undersexed brain.

  I’m torn from my little reverie by Chloe’s voice.

  “Are you even listening to me?”

  “Sorry, I missed it. What did you say?”

  “I said, there were fliers up everywhere for this thing. I think there will be a lot of guys there tonight! Guys with fat wallets!”

  “Let’s just hope they have the big packages to go with it!”

  Oh my god. I can’t believe I actually just said that. New Sofie is saying things that would make Old Sofie blush the makeup right off her cheeks.

  The driver looks at us in his mirror again.

  “You ladies going to the auction tonight?”

  “Did you think we got all dressed up just for you?” Chloe can really be such a bitch sometimes, but I can’t hide my laugh.

  “Damn, now I know I can’t afford you! You two are gonna knock ’em dead out there!”

  I can almost hear Chloe’s mind working as she starts speaking to the driver again.

  “Hmm, baby, that’s so sweet of you to say. Now, you know that none of this money goes to us, right? It’s all for the charity—for the foster kids. So, what do you think it would take for us to forget about how much this ride is going to cost?”

  Our driver shifts in his seat, and I’m sure his cock is starting to swell in his pants. That’s Chloe for you.

  I let the two of them flirt back and forth with each other as my mind drifts to the auction. I’m a little nervous, sure. But at the same time, I can’t wait for the action to start. At the very least, I’ll get an amazing experience out of this. A fantasy date with a billionaire.

  At the most…well, my pussy starts to ache and throb just thinking about it. Not a single bid has been placed—we’re not even there yet, and I am already soaking wet.

  It’s been too long since I got laid, and that was back with Greg. Ugh. Fucking Greg. I could actually really use a crazy awesome, sexy experience that doesn’t have his dirty hands all over it. Something wild enough and intense enough that I can forget about that asshole completely, once and for all.

  But I so don’t want to think about him right now. I want to think about the charity we’re doing this for. I want to think about how hot I look in all this makeup and Chloe’s tight little black dress.

  And, fine. I’ll admit it, but don’t tell anyone, okay?

  Most of all, I want to think about those massive billionaire cocks, just waiting to have my pussy lips wrapped around them.

  Sofie

  “Going once…going twice…sold! The lovely Amanda for $114,000. Thank you very much for your generous bids, gentlemen.”

  The auctioneer turns to Amanda as an assistant approaches to lead her off the stage. “And you have a wonderful time, my dear!”

  The night is going great. Eight women have been auctioned off so far, and while none of them have hit the $150K limit, a number of them came close. Chloe is up soon, and I’m going right after.

  Looking around the room, I can barely see the outlines of men out there. Determined men. Men who are used to getting what they want.

  Men who want me.

  I blush at the thought of it.

  The auction is set up with each of the men in booths with high backs. Though the room is dark, and the lights on the stage are blinding, I can just make them out, but can’t see any defining features. They can see us easily, but the booths prevent them from seeing each other.

  Bids are placed through a keypad built into the table. It’s impossible to tell who is bidding on whom.

  The auctioneer starts to speak again. “Next up, folks, we have the lovely Jasmine. Jasmine comes to us all the way from the Field of Spring, Illinois. She’s in her early 20s, and is currently working on her master’s thesis for philosophy. You guys are gonna have a great conversation over dinner, a little Sartre over the tartar. She’s measuring in at 34-23-34 and has a 4.1 GPA to boot. Let’s start the bidding at $17,000. I have 17, do I have 20?”

  The auctioneer continues, but I can’t take my eyes of Jasmine. She’s gorgeous. She has beautiful cocoa skin; large, full breasts; a tight ass; and long, shapely legs.

  Part of me is jealous. Part of me wants to place a fucking bid.

  I can see only enough of the men in the crowd to know that they’re there…it’s such a tease. I can’t tell if they are old, young, fat, in shape, ugly, or hot, and it’s driving me mad.

  I feel great that there are so many bids being made for the women and that so much money is being raised for charity, but I’m getting anxious. I want it to be my turn now.

  “Sold, for $103,000 to the gentleman. Thank you all for your bids, and enjoy yourselves.”

  I was so distracted trying to make out the men that I missed the rest of the auction. The Fostering Angels are doing great tonight, raking in a ton of money. It’s definitely all about the kids and raising money for charity.

  Well…it’s mostly about that.

  The auctioneer starts speaking again.

  “Next up, we have the lovely Chloe…”

  I don’t need to listen to him describe her. I know how sexy she is. I play out a little fantasy in my mind, that Chloe and I get picked by the same person, and that he spends all night fucking the shit out of both of us.

  Which would be incredibly dirty. Definitely bad.

  So why the hell am I fantasizing about it so hard?

  I can almost feel my pussy lips getting separated by the head of his cock as he gently teases me with just the tip. I gasp audibly at the thought of him putting his full force behind me
, shoving each of his 12 inches of enormous man meat into me, while Chloe plays with my breasts and kisses my nipples.

  “Sold for $134,000! That’s a new record for the night, folks.”

  Oh, fuck. I’m really starting to get carried away with these fantasies. Chloe walks toward me as she heads off the stage. She flashes me a very satisfied smile. “Nothing like topping everyone else’s bid by almost $10,000 to confirm how much every guy in this room fucking wants you. And wants to fuck you!”

  She winks at me, and blows me a kiss. “Good luck, babe!”

  I watch her as she passes me.

  “And, having saved our very best for last, I present you with our lovely Sofie.”

  I’m so distracted that I completely forget it’s my turn. I hurry to the stage, getting there just before the auctioneer has to call for me again.

  “Ah, here she is, ladies and gentlemen. Ever so slightly, fashionably late. But with fashion like this, I’d say it’s worth the wait! Shall we start the bidding at $20,000? Do I hear 25?”

  I’m immediately turned on, just having started at a higher bid than some of the other girls. This whole night has been so exciting, and all that excitement comes rushing into me at once.

  “I have 35, do I hear 40?”

  I am so wet. These men are fighting over who gets to spend the night with me. It’s crazy. I blush to myself as I realize the alternate interpretation of what I just said.

  I just meant dinner and a date, but my naughty mind won’t let me get away with just that.

  Maybe if they’re lucky, I tell myself. With my clit this swollen and engorged…I think their chances of getting lucky are pretty good.

  “I have 85, do I hear 90?”

  The bids are coming so fast now. I’m acutely aware of every sensation in my body.

  The lights are making my skin warm, and I can feel the slight vibration of the speakers when the auctioneer speaks. That and the fabric of this dress on my skin and my bare breasts…it’s all driving me wild. My nipples are so hard, even with the dark fabric, I bet everyone can see them.

  “I have 130, do I hear 135?”

  Oh my god, I could get more than Chloe. And she had the highest bid of the night! I know I’ve soaked right through my La Perla, but with this realization, I start to wonder if I’m actually going to start dripping.

  I’ve never felt so sexy in my life. I’ve never felt so wanted.

  Not with Greg. Not with anyone.

  My pussy aches for it to be over…I feel like I can’t take the torture anymore. But my mind is urging the bidding on.

  “I have 143, do I hear 145?”

  Oh god, yes! Keep bidding! I bite my lip to keep myself from audibly moaning on the stage.

  My clit is so swollen. What’s happening to me? I feel the shock on my face as I realize a climax is starting to rise in me.

  Oh my fucking god.

  I can’t have an orgasm in front of all these people. That’s just too much. Naughty Sofie and her dirty thoughts are one thing. But an orgasm in front of an entire crowd of rich men without so much as being touched? I’ve never been this stimulated before without someone or something inside of me. This is a sensation that I’m afraid I’ll never come back from.

  Maybe I don’t want to.

  I close my eyes again, and with every little movement and shift, my engorged pussy gets just a little more stimulation.

  “I have 147, do I hear 148?”

  My breath catches as I realize that I am starting to have an orgasm, standing on the stage, in front of everyone here!

  My eyes sting from opening so wide, but even the pain is helping bring this on. Now, even my throbbing pussy is urging the bidding to continue.

  “148.5? 149? 149.5?”

  Oh god, yes! Yes, yes, yes!

  “One hundred and fifty thousand dollars?”

  The auctioneer says it slowly, dragging out the amount for emphasis. It’s more than I can take. My teeth release their hold on my lips, and my eyes start to roll back, as the final wave of euphoria passes over me.

  My whole body becomes flushed, and I breathe out a small sigh that’s almost a moan as my pussy shudders in ecstasy.

  Holy fuck. I just came in front of a crowded room of bidders! At a charity event! I’ve never done anything so naughty before.

  After I recover for a moment, I notice that the auctioneer has not banged the gavel yet. Panic fills me. Did they hear me? Could they tell from my face what just happened?

  I don’t think it is possible to turn any redder, but now my face feels even hotter.

  Not knowing what to do, I open my mouth to apologize, when I notice the auctioneer isn’t looking at me. Instead, his attention is on his display on the podium, his face troubled.

  He signals one of the staff to come over, and they quickly discuss what’s on his readout. The other staff member confirms what’s on the display with the tablet in his hand. The auctioneer nods, and approaches the microphone.

  “I’m sorry about that, folks. We’ve just never had a situation like this before. It appears that we don’t have a single winner of this last auction.”

  I’m immediately destroyed. What does that mean? Where were all those bids coming from, if not from the men trying to win? There’s an audible response from the crowd of bidders as well.

  The auctioneer holds up his hands and starts to speak again.

  “Now folks, hear me out. What I mean to say is that there is no one winner from this last auction, but four! We’ve never had this happen before, but apparently four max bids were placed from four different panels at the same time. Since we can’t determine which of the men is truly the winner...” The auctioneer turns to look at me. “Well, it looks like you’re going on a date with all four men!”

  Sofie

  “Sensuous Nude, huh?” Chloe pokes her head in through the bathroom door, sniffing the air with a saucy gleam in her eye. “Sofie, you little slut!”

  I shrug and casually give Chloe a resounding middle finger.

  “It’s just perfume,” I say with a smug little smile, even though that’s not totally true, and we both know it. The scent of coconut, jasmine, vanilla, and honey clings to my skin, just strong enough to make a man want to lean in closer.

  Chloe isn’t buying it, either. She sticks her pink tongue out at me, and I’m suddenly reminded of her nickname on campus: Blowie Chloe. Her own date for the evening, whoever he is, should consider himself a very lucky guy.

  “You totally smell like pussy, Sofie, babe. Or are you just that wet already?”

  Grinning, Chloe reaches over and pinches one of my nipples through the designer dress I’m borrowing from her for the evening.

  “Ow!” I yelp, swatting her away. “Pinch your own nipples, skank!”

  “If you insist,” Chloe says, doing exactly that through the thin white fabric of her Columbia t-shirt. She closes her eyes in ecstasy, pushes out her tits and pouts her lips, cooing, “Oooh, Mystery Dates, I’m your sexy prize, Sofie. Please fuck me!”

  “Only if you behave yourself.”

  Chloe drops the act with a giggle. “God, Sofie, when do you ever do anything but behave?”

  “Hey! I misbehave! ...Sometimes.”

  “Name once in the last month.”

  “Uh…”

  “How about the last year?”

  I smooth my hands over the deep wine-red fabric of my dress, considering it.

  “I wore that white skirt after labor day,” I say triumphantly.

  “Ughhhhh. For a sexy nurse Halloween costume,” Chloe groans. “Let’s be real, babe. You’ve had fuck-all in terms of fun since the Greg bullshit. From what I’ve heard, he was about fuck-all in terms of fun, period.”

  I shoot Chloe a warning glance. I’m about to go on a date with not one, not two, not three—but four possibly-maybe sexy rich dudes who collectively donated over half a million to the Fostering Angels Charity just to have dinner with me.

  Last I checked, Greg was still lea
rning not to microwave Pop Tarts with the foil wrapper still on. Needless to say, my ex is the last person I want to think about right now.

  “Look,” Chloe relents. “All I’m saying is that you’re a gorgeous, sexy mamacita who gives way too much and works too hard for stupid BioKing—”

  “BioKin,” I correct her.

  I stop myself from adding, but it’s not stupid. We’re actually doing important work there, even if I’m only an intern. In a world of evil faceless corporations, BioKin is actually making people’s lives better.

  Management makes big bucks, sure, but that’s because charge old rich people out the ass for boner enhancers and anti-aging treatments. Those profits help subsidize research and development for real, life-threatening diseases and disabilities.

  “BlingBlong, BongKong,” Chloe rolls her eyes. “Whatever. My point is—which one of them are you sucking and fucking for dessert?”

  I roll my eyes right back at her. “It’s just a date, Sluterella. I haven’t promised anyone anything.”

  “Puh-lease, Snowblow White. We all saw you up on that stage during the auction. If I was a betting woman—which I am—I’d put a cool hundred on you doing all four of them at once.”

  Oh my god. Like, okay. It’s not like the thought hasn’t crossed my mind.

  Having four men blow that much money on you really makes a girl think about what else they could blow on you, if you catch my drift.

  But it’s not like I’m totally planning on taking four hot, salty billionaire loads to the face during a totally innocent dinner out. No matter what fantasies I may or may not have fingered myself to while in the shower earlier. Good Sofie is back, and she’s here to stay. Not even Naughty Sofie can handle four guys at once.

  “We don’t even know what they look like,” I remind Chloe. “I might be wining and dining with four dirty old geriatrics with ear horns, picking their chest hairs out of my lobster bisque.”

  “Then it’s going to be even more embarrassing when you lose this bet, huh?”

  “Not all of us can fuel our gambling addictions with our trust funds.”