CHAPTER NINE: Katrina
Holy fucking shit…
Unless I was just imagining things, or having another one of my weird dreams, the hottest man I’d ever seen just paid four-hundred-thousand dollars for my virginity and a couple days of my time. That meant that my share was two-hundred-thousand dollars. Two hundred fucking thousand dollars! The best part was, I would have given my virginity to him for free on the first date if he had asked. He was that hot and I think he was that nice, though it was hard to judge how nice someone is when they’re bidding on the right to fuck you all weekend.
The big guy with the Russian accent scared the living shit out of me. He literally looked and talked and acted like every Russian mobster I had seen on TV. When I thought that he was going to be the one to win my cherry, I think my cherry started to dry up in fear. Then he stepped in and made all my fears go away.
As I watched him hand the man at the door a black American Express card and sign the receipt for $400,000, I let go the sigh of relief that I’d been holding for hours. The man gave him a copy of the receipt and a keycard that would let us into the suite we’d be sharing for the next two days.
“Thank you, Mr. D’Angelo, and congratulations,” the man said. He looked at me and smiled. “Your things are already in the room, miss. Have a good weekend.”
“That was like checking into a hotel,” I said with a nervous quiver in my voice. “I mean, other than the auctioning off my virginity part.”
“Are you okay?” he asked, offering me his arm to lead me out of the room.
“I’m okay now,” I said, taking his arm. “I can’t thank you enough for saving me.”
“It was my pleasure,” he said as he led me up the grand staircase to our suite on the second floor. “Or at least it will be.” He gave me a shy smile that unnerved me for a moment. He sensed my sudden tension and started to apologize. “Sorry, bad joke. I’m not sure what the protocol is for this sort of thing.”
“It’s okay,” I said, squeezing his arm, walking close to him like two lovers strolling down a lane. I knew it was completely insane because I barely knew him (like barely, barely), but there was something about him that put me at ease, something that made me want to trust him and hold him and squeeze him and let him inside my body, my heart, and my mind.
He had just paid a fortune for the right to be the first man ever to make love to me. I owed it to him to make sure he got his money’s worth in every way. And perhaps more.
* * *
I had said this was like checking into a hotel. I was wrong because I’d never seen a hotel like this nice. The room was large and spacious, with a private bathroom that had a large clawfoot tub that must have been over a hundred years old and a sitting area in front of the bay windows that looked out onto the back of the property. There was a king-sized bed with a hand-carved mahogany headboard and matching nightstands. The furniture was all old and beautiful, like the house itself. The only modern amenities were a huge flat panel TV on the dresser and a modern minibar stocked with alcohol, soft drinks, juices, and snacks.
“This is amazing,” I said as I stepped into the room and waited for Nicky to close and lock the door. I had not been able to shake the feeling I’d gotten from the Russian guy. I expected the place to be as secure as Fort Knox, but guys like that never let locks and guards stop them from carrying out their evil deeds.
I had slipped my arms into the sleeves of his jacket and was holding it closed around me. He came to stand in front of me and adjusted the lapels. He said, “I’m not sure how this is supposed to work.”
“Oh no, you’re a virgin, too?”
He blinked at me, then grinned. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Thank god one of us has a clue,” I said. I took a deep breath and put my arms around his neck. The jacket fell open, exposing my naked body underneath. “Let’s start with this.”
He was nearly as shocked as I was when I pressed my lips gently to his and let my tongue slither out of my mouth like a hungry snake. His tongue came out to play and the kiss quickly turned passionate. I felt little tingles shoot through my body, starting at my lips, rolling down my breasts, and gathering in my pussy, which grew hot and moist between my legs.
I sighed into his mouth as my nipples plumped against the inside of the jacket. I pulled my arms from around his neck and let the jacket slide down them to the floor. I put my arms back around his neck and kissed him harder, probing his mouth with my tongue.
I was a virgin, but I was not totally ignorant in the ways of sex. I had been with enough boys in school and watched enough online porn to know how these things worked (I called it research). I knew all the moves, even though I’d never practiced them myself. I expected that I’d be a clumsy lover at first, but I was an eager student and a fast learner and knew that my skills at pleasing a man would grow over time. Starting now.
Granted, the only things ever to be inside my pussy were my fingers and my toys, but I had always been careful not to violate myself to the point of tearing the veil that protected my virginity. That was something sacred to me. It was a gift I planned to save until I met a man worthy of it. I never expected that a man would pay a small fortune for the privilege of being my first, but this is the way things worked out and at this point, that was more than fine with me.
Nicky’s hands slid around my waist and found my ass. He cupped my ass cheeks in his palms and pulled me into him. Then I felt it, the rock-hard cock in his pants, pushing into my leg, pulsating like a heartbeat against me. The heat inside me intensified as the fire in my cunt began to roar.
“What is that?” I asked playfully, my lips moving to his ear. I traced my tongue along the ridge of his ear and bit at his earlobe. I loved the way his skin tasted on my tongue and his warm breath felt against my cheek.
“That is your prize,” he said as he left kisses along my neck and shoulder. His fingers flexed in my ass and ground me against him. I brought my left hand down from his neck and pressed my palm against his cock. It was the first time I’d ever felt a man’s rock hardness before. It felt long and thick beneath my hand. I couldn’t wait to see it with my own eyes, taste it with my mouth, feel it deep inside me.
I said, “You had mentioned a hot bath and a cold drink? Care to join me?”
“I would,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine. “You go run us a bath and I will order champagne.”
“Yes, sir,” I said with a happy sigh. Before I let him go, I looked him in the eye and tried not to cry. “Thank you, Nicky. Thank you for saving me.”
“Again, it was my pleasure.”
I gave his cock a playful squeeze. “Not yet, but it soon will be.”
* * *
The big tub filled quickly with hot water and bubbles. There were candles on the back of the tub and a lighter. I lit the candles and dimmed the lights. There was an ancient radio built into the wall. I turned it on and found a channel playing soft music, then took off the stiletto heels and slid into the tub.
I was grateful to have the chance to wash myself off before we started making love. My body was covered in a film of nervous sweat that even I could smell when I was standing naked on the podium. Like I said before, sweat is not sexy unless you’re sweating together.
I filled the tub with water until the bubbles covered the bottom of my breasts but left my erect nipples free in the warm air. I scooped water onto my breasts and rubbed them until my nipples were pink and hard. I took the bar of soap off the side of the tub and washed my pussy with it, stroking the bar slowly between my folds, feeling little tingles shoot through my clit and making me hot and wet to the touch. When I opened my eyes, Nicky was standing next to the tub wearing nothing but a smile, stroking his hard cock from shaft to head with his right hand.
I felt the breath catch in my chest when I saw him naked for the first time. Nicky’s body was lean and hard with muscle across his shoulders and chest. The hair on his chest and above his thick cock was as thick and black as the hair on his head. His cock, the first cock I’d ever seen in person, was long and thick and roped with veins. The head was purple and round, looking as if it might burst if not relieved soon. He moved his hands slowly over the shaft and smiled at me.
“You like what you see?” he asked, moving to the side of the tub so my wet hand could replace his.
“Yes,” I sighed, marveling at the feeling of the hard shaft in my hand. I slid my hand back and forth as he was doing.
“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he asked.
I gave him a demure look and shook my head.
“Do you want to suck my cock?”
“Yes,” I whispered, licking my lips.
“Do you want me to teach you?”
“Everything,” I said quietly. “Teach me everything.”
“Press your lips to the head,” he said, moving as close to the tub as he could. “Kiss it. Lick it. Take it into your mouth. Just be mindful of the teeth.” He grinned as I moved to the edge of the tub still holding his cock in my hand. When I pressed my lips to the head and flicked my tongue to the slit, he put his hands on my shoulders and sighed.
“Yes… like that…” he whispered. “Hold it up and lick the underside… Yes… that’s it… Now spread your lips just enough to let me slide inside… yes… that’s it… Now move your lips back and forth… oh fuck… yes… just like that…”
I smiled with his cock in my mouth. I was giving my first blowjob and obviously doing a pretty damned good job. It was amazing, the feeling of his manhood between my lips. As I slid his thick cock in and out of my mouth, I felt things deep inside me that I’d never felt before. My breasts were swelling. My nipples were so hard they ached. And my cunt was on fire, filling me with a heat and desire I had never felt before.
“That’s perfect…” he said. My hand came up to fondle his balls as I sucked his cock. I knew enough to be careful there as I kneaded the flesh of his sack between my fingers.
I took his cock in my hand and let it slide from my mouth. I worked my hand back and forth and gazed up at him.
“Come into the bath with me,” I said. “I have something for you.”