His Nasty Little Pussy

The crowd was stunned silent for a long second and then erupted with cheers and applause. Relief rushed through me. For a second

I thought they were appalled. Looking out over them, I saw nothing but horny, lusty men and women. Well, the women were mostly waitresses and strippers.

The bidding started at fifty. Not Alexa’s money, but better than Cindy’s. The bidding seemed slower for me. With more pauses where the DJ cajoled more money out of them. I started to worry I wouldn’t break five hundred dollars. Oddly enough, if I was going to sell my virginity I wanted a good price for it, which horrified me.

“God, I’m such a whore,” I muttered, reached back, and unzipped my bustier. There was a sharp intake of breath from the crowd. I paused, drawing out the anticipation, and then pulled the lacy lingerie from my body. The crowd gave an appreciative cry as my boobs dropped and jostled before them. I shook my tits at them and then unzipped my skirt. As I pulled it away, to reveal my lacy garter belt and black thongs, I said to myself, “In for a dime, in for a dollar.”

Bidding picked up fast and furious. I did my best to strut back and forth up there, hoping I didn’t look inept and stupid doing so and tried to calm down. I could barely hear the bidding due to my heart pounding in my ears, and my discombobulated mental state. And I didn’t want to be taken by surprise when I was finally sold.

“Five thousand dollars,” a tall blonde wearing head-to-toe shiny black leather said.

I froze, gawking at her. The amount didn’t shock me so much as being bought by another woman. A dominatrix, who would spend more time spanking me than anything. Would a dominatrix even bother to pop my cherry? And did it count if popped with a dildo or a woman’s fingers?

“Five thousand fifty,” a tall black man said.

He was the one who started the night of bidding with twenty for Cindy. He was looking at me like I was a piece of candy, and he wanted to eat me up. My belly clenched, and my twat felt hot and wet. I think I squirmed and made some pathetic little animal noises, while the vision of his big black cock thrusting deep into me flashed before my mind’s eyes.

“Fifty-one hundred dollars,” the dominatrix said, looking miffed that someone dared to bid against her.

“Fifty-five hundred,” the black man said, cutting her a sharp look.

“Six thousand,” another man called, moving forward through the crowd.

The newcomer took me by surprise. He didn’t look like he could afford to spend that kind of money on anything, much less waste it on a night of sex. At least the dominatrix and black man looked wealthy. This guy looked like a biker. A big, disheveled outlaw biker. And I mean big, like over six foot five, with long brown hair, goatee, and dirty-looking outlaw biker clothes.

The dominatrix scowled and crossed her arms under her rather pronounced boobs. She didn’t offer another bid. The black man paused, looking me up and down. I didn’t think he’d bid again, but he surprised me.

“Sixty-one hundred.”

“Sixty-five hundred,” the biker said. “Bro, I want that damn cherry, and I got the money to buy it, too. Bid against me if you want. I don’t care.”

The black man looked at him, at his determination, and then back at me. I saw deep, profound lust in his eyes, but he shook his head and said nothing.

I looked at the biker, who looked triumphant. Our eyes met and locked in an intense connection that curled my toes and left me breathless.

“Well now, looks like we have a winner,” the DJ’s voice boomed. “The winning bid is sixty-five hundred dollars. Going once.

Going twice. Chevonne’s virginity is sold for sixty-five hundred dollars. Pay the nice lady below the stage, and then claim your baby doll!”

I almost came right then and there. There was no doubt in my mind that if I so much as touched my clit I’d come, and come hard, too. Pressing my left hand splayed over my quivering lower belly, I cupped my left boob with my right. Discovering my nipples were rock hard and sticking up dramatically, I rolled the left nipple between thumb and finger, forgetting about the crowd watching me.

“Oh God, I’m so humiliating myself,” I whispered, but unable to stop. Then my left dropped lower as I watched the biker dude hand the Babydolls girl his credit card. I flicked my clit with a long, hard fingernail, and then rubbed it with a firm circular motion. Intense waves of pure pleasure erupted from my nether regions, ripping through me and scrambling my brain as that girl handed him a leash and collar, along with a receipt and his credit card. “I am owned. A sex slave.” I came again.

“Damn, girl, you’re starting without me,” he said as he approached.

All strength left my body, and I slowly sank to my knees. My right hand continued fondling my boobs, and my left rubbing my clit. He stopped before me, the leash and collar in his left hand. My eyes locked on that collar, wondering what it would feel like snug around my throat. A symbol of servitude. Of slavery.

I looked up into his eyes. Up close, he was fiercer looking. He was ruggedly handsome, with a face full of animal lust. I’d never seen such intense lust before, and it was scary and sexy.

“You’re a virgin?”

His voice was deep, rumbling. The club was utterly quiet, everyone watching and listening intently. I could hear the squishing sound of my finger rubbing my clit quite distinctly and feared that everyone could hear it. But I couldn’t stop. It felt divine.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Yes. I mean, yes, master.”

“Say, ‘Yes, Sir,'” he said. “Call me Sir, and nothing but Sir.”

“Yes, Sir, I’m a virgin.”

“You’re hymen is intact?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Have you ever had anal?”

“Oh, no, Sir.”

“We will,” he said. My mind tilted and spun at that revelation. Why did I think that any man who’d pay money to fuck me would just screw my pussy? “What about oral? Have you ever gone down on a man or another woman?”

“No, Sir, never.”

He smiled. It wasn’t a comforting smile, either. “Good. Unzip me.”

I didn’t think. Rising on my knees, I laid my left hand on his hip for balance and unzipped him with my right. A gasp from my right made my head whip around. That is when I realized the strip club’s patrons and staff had a perfect side view of everything Sir and I did. They would see me going down on him in exquisite detail. Looking up, I was going to ask him to take me to a dark corner in the back but was stopped by the determination underlying his fierce, lusty gaze. I knew then he knew exactly what he wanted from me, and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“You are bought and paid for, Chevonne, so eat me,” Sir said. “We’ll start by popping your oral cherry.”

“I never wanted to put on a live sex show.”

“But I do, and I’m the master,” Sir said. He dug his cock out of his jeans. It was huge. Way bigger than I ever imagined a dick to be. So long, thick, and hard. I tried to touch it, to take it in my hand, but nothing moved. I was frozen in place, gawking open-mouthed at his cock and envisioning it pumping in and out of my mouth, my pussy, my ass. And everyone there would watch and enjoy every second of it. “Suck me off, Chevonne.”

For a moment all I could do was kneel there, holding onto him for support, and pant loudly. My heart was hammering so hard I thought it would explode. My pussy was pounding with my heartbeat, feeling super hot and sopping wet. My insides melted and got all tingly squishy. Cutting my eyes to the audience, I took in all of their lusty, eager eyes, and a thrill slithered up my spine.

Swallowing hard, and licking my lips, I took a deep breath.

“Yes, Sir, your wish is my command.”

Okay, I felt a little foolish after saying that.

Slowly wrapping my left hand around the middle of his shaft, I began stroking the full length of him. He was so thick, just the tips of my long fingernails touched, and only if I squeezed. I guess I spent too much time stroking, and not sucking. Sir cupped the back of my head and pushed me into his cock. I guided him to my mouth and opened it wide.

“Mmmm,” I groaned as he slowly pushed into my mouth, going far deeper than I intended. Indeed, he almost filled my mouth. He felt much thicker and longer in my mouth. Once I started bobbing my head, I glanced at the audience. From the looks on their faces, you’d think I was going down on them. “Uummmm.”

It wasn’t long before the shock and humiliation of my situation faded, and all I cared about was sucking that delicious dick. I was surprised by how much I liked it. With that change in attitude came a change in my body. Sweet ripples flowed through me, making me feel wonderful inside and out. It got better when I lowered my left hand to my snatch and started rubbing my clit again. And an inner tension began to grow deep inside, that I recognized from masturbation.