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!”