Kane
The auction was a let down, that’s the long and the short of it. I sat in my private booth, a console at my hands, staring into the chamber while the girls were paraded out. One by one they came, beautiful, nubile, young, and yet I couldn’t find it in myself to bid. Sure, my brothers went wild, lights flashing above each booth as prices were named. And each female was purchased after furious bidding wars, sometimes fifty or a hundred thousand dollars a pop.
But the thing is, none of the women were my type. Again, they were beautiful, nubile and young, which is good and all, but they were so fucking skinny. Even the one who’d been advertised as tonight’s special, whom Rob had assured me had tits out to here and an ass out to there, had been disappointingly small. She probably topped the scales at a hundred fifty, and I was looking for far more than that, I needed at least another thirty pounds, forty if I was lucky.
So I sat back in my chair, bored and disappointed. It was almost midnight, and the auction was coming to a close. They’d trotted out a dozen females at this point, and frankly, there couldn’t be much more to go. I leaned back, flipping randomly through various channels to see if there was anything to watch, CNN or maybe even a re-run of Seinfeld.
But then the voice came on once again.
“Gentleman,” a woman intoned neutrally. “We have a bonus tonight. We will be offering a special who was not included in this evening’s catalogue.”
I yawned. Whatever, probably just more of the same. But I glanced up for a moment, more out of boredom than anything. Sure enough, a girl was led into the circular room, swathed entirely in a blue cloak, a hood covering her face. And once she reached the circular dais, she paused momentarily, like she was hesitating. My attention was caught. Something about the way this female moved, even though she was swathed in dense fabric. Could it be? Could there be real flesh under there, acres of goodness?
And sure enough, when the cloak came off, the most beautiful girl was revealed. The brunette was stunning, curvy, voluptuous, like a Venus come to life, sailing in on a wave. Because this was the girl of my dreams. Sweet, sensuous brown eyes topped a pouty mouth, all of it complimenting enormous breasts that jiggled and wiggled, heaving up and down with her nervous breathing. A narrow waist flared into wide hips, set off by the sweetest vee in between, those pussy lips moist, flushed and beckoning. Because per sale procedures, the girl was being auctioned nude, and we could see everything she had to offer, all her assets on display, glowing under the lights, pert and delicious.
And every nerve in my body jolted to life. I literally jerked forward in my seat, eyes staring at the girl, devouring her like I could taste the female from my seat even though I sat behind a mirror-paned glass. Holy shit, the brunette was so beautiful, I had to get her, my dick jerked to life, hard as fuck, literally popping out from my waistband I was so horny and determined.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! My fingers tapped at the console furiously, entering numbers, furiously bidding. But the disembodied announcer’s voice rang out smoothly once again.
“Bidding has not yet started, we are in the viewing phase currently. Before you, please find Article Thirty. Rebecca hails from New York, New York. She stands five foot five, and boasts a ripe, womanly figure.”
I shook my head, infuriated. What the hell was wrong with this stupid console? It wasn’t taking my bids and merely sat there, unresponsive as the robotic voice slowly penetrated the fog of my brain. Oh right, bidding hadn’t started yet and I jerked to a halt. It was no good to be tapping out numbers, and I sat back in my seat, breathing heavily, broad chest rising and falling. Shit, I had to have her. She belonged to me.
But there was nothing to do until the bidding phase started, so I merely stared as the neutral female voice took Rebecca through her paces.
“Please turn to the right. Turn to the left,” the monotone commanded, and the girl on the stage obeyed. Brown eyes wide, flushed, she circled halfway in one direction, those huge jugs trembling, and then turned the other way, that sweet ass rolling with the motions of her thighs. Oh shit, he was so beautiful and I pulled my dick out and started stroking, this woman was sex come to life, I had to bury myself in that tight twat stat.
But my instincts had been right. There was something different about this girl. Every woman who’s sold at the Billionaires Club is hesitant at first. They’re told what’s going to happen but nothing can prepare you for the reality, and when it auction actually starts, a lot of them are nervous and trembling. After all, they’re alone in a small chamber, nude with bright lights on their bodies, and a dozen men looking at them from behind windowed panes, billionaires scrutinizing every inch of those delectable curves. So yeah, it can be an intimidating experience.
But most girls get into it because acting sassy usually fetches a higher price. A full fifty percent of the final auction sum is paid to the girl herself, and that can be a huge amount. So yeah, keeping focused on the money, most girls begin shimmying, dancing a little, licking their fingers, their nipples, sashaying a bit, wiggling their hips to make the experience more fun, more alluring. And sure enough, the prices reflect it. Those girls that dance and shimmy usually end up getting more, they come out of it with their pockets stuffed full.
But in this case, the brunette wasn’t dancing. In fact, I would say that Rebecca was flat-out terrified, far beyond what was normal. Those big breasts heaved, but it wasn’t from excitement, it was from fear. And her cunt was running wetly, but it also shivered and quivered, like even her inner parts were afraid. The brunette wasn’t warming up at all, this woman was genuinely scared.
So I did the only thing that came to mind. Slowly, I flicked on a small lamp by the console so that she could see my face. The way two-way mirrors work is that there has to be utter darkness on one side to protect your identity. And by turning on the small light, I revealed myself to her, those brown eyes immediately darting to the flash of brightness, meeting my deep blue.
Stay calm, I told her mentally, face impassive. Stay calm, Daddy’s coming. And was it my imagination, but was there a flash of thanks, of gratitude in those caramel depths? Article Thirty’s chin continued to tremble, but she nodded slightly, acknowledging me, clinging to my powerful presence for strength.
And slowly, I nodded back, gesturing with my hand. Because despite the girl’s fear, I wanted to see everything. I wanted to see the culmination of this dirty scene, I wanted to see exactly what I was buying, what was on offer. I had to view Article Thirty everywhere, every inch of that delectable body, outside, inside, it belonged to me and the urge was a pound in my brain, a hard throbbing in my cock.
And slowly, the girl did as I gestured. Because she turned around until her back was to me, and leaned forwards, her back flattening inch by inch until she grabbed her ankles, those sleek, sexy calves highlighted by silver heels on tiny feet.
But oh yeah, what I’d been looking for came into view. Because I wanted to see that twat. That’s right, it wasn’t enough to circle to the right and then circle to the left. I had to see the good stuff, I needed a visual of her private place, and sure enough, as she bent over, that steaming cunt came into view. With a slight mewl, the brunette parted her legs, shifting her thighs a little wider, and the pink opened slightly, fleshy lips engorged, her clit so big that it literally poked out from between her labia.
“Tonight’s product is a virgin,” the female invoice intoned from somewhere above. “Tonight’s special has never been touched. Article Thirty, please part your lips for the audience on my cue.”
The girl started then, back jerking slightly, ass bouncing. But that’s right. Like I said, the Billionaires Club is thorough, and we ask for absolutely everything a girl has to offer, there’s no holding back. So the woman’s command was actually completely standard. She was asking Rebecca to spread her pussy, to let buyers look straight up that twat and view her hymen for ourselves, to verify that the girl was a virgin.
And biting her lip, Becky obeyed. As the faceless woman’s voice droned on and on, the brunette reached one small hand between her thighs and slowly stroked upwards until she had a finger on each side of her puss. And then slowly, oh so slowly, she pulled that delectable flesh apart, baring her insides, showing us her all.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I lost it then, it was too fucking much for me, and I spurted heavily within the booth, releasing my cum, great gusts of virile white pouring from my dick. This woman was so beautiful, so gorgeous, and I couldn’t hold back. Because just as the brunette parted her lips, her eyes met mine in the darkness, that soft brown seizing me, forcing my body over the edge. And with a roar, a jerk of my hips, and a mighty spurt, I came all over the booth, dousing the console with my hot fuck. That’s right, I erupted all over the priceless computer equipment, custom-fitted for the Billionaires Club, blast after blast of hot white shooting from my dicktip, roars ringing in my ears as the girl slowly pulled that pussy apart, revealing her all.
And oh god, I couldn’t get enough, she was so beautiful. The inside of her cunt was a hot pink, the walls glistening and ruby red, pulsing wetly with lust. And she tipped forward a bit on those high heels, slightly unsteady, but it had the intended effect. Because way up in that delicious snatch, quivering just so, was her hymen. Oh yeah, my beautiful brunette had it, that piece of tissue was there, inside, buried deep, but it was there and absolutely intact. And as the camera zoomed in so that we could get a close-up, I erupted again, another series of hot white sperm erupting from my dick, relentless, fierce, splashing the booth in another coat of male virility.
But something went haywire then. Because still meeting my eyes, the girl blinked once, then twice, and it was like the world went into slow-mo. Even as my penis jerked and splashed, I watched with horror as Becky’s mouth opened slowly and then closed before her eyes drifted shut and the girl keeled over to one side, collapsing onto the ground. Holy shit, holy shit! What had happened?
In a flash, I was out of my booth and into the circular room, gathering the female in my arms. In the flesh, Rebecca was even more delectable than before, those huge boobs rising and falling rapidly, cunt lips still wet with desire. But the female was out cold, and judging from the bump on the back of her head, she was gonna be out of it for a while.
“Handlers, please assist Article Thirty,” came the woman’s voice neutrally even as lights flashed above frantically. “It appears Article Thirty has fainted.”
And as a crowd approached, I reared my head like a raging beast, snarling at the masked men padding towards us on all sides. Because these were the handlers, men dressed in black who escorted the goods about the premises, taking them to the baths, to the bar, to wherever they needed to be. But at this moment, nobody was touching Rebecca but me.
“Back the fuck off,” I snarled. “Back the fuck off.”
And seeing a giant alpha male crouched there, ready to fight for his female, was only too clear a signal. The masked men stepped away slowly, hands out indicating their intentions.
“Please sir,” said one. “I’m a medic, I can help.”
His soothing words penetrated the fog of my brain. My woman needed medical attention, and this man could provide it. So grudgingly, I let him near so that he could take her pulse, test her breathing.
“She’s fine,” he continued in a high voice. “Just out for the moment. She’ll be fine, just needs some water and rest.”
And with that, I swept the girl into my arms, lifting her high. Shit, Rebecca was so sweet, so round, and so curvy, that white flesh plastered against my chest, resting trustingly in my arms. But I shook my head. What the fuck was wrong with me? The woman was out like a light, she needed a doctor’s attention, and yet here I was lusting after an unconscious girl, my dick barely tucked back into my pants. Fuck, I’m a fucked up motherfucker.
So shaking my head, I growled once more.
“Take me to the medical bay,” I commanded, and with that, we exited the circular room, me with the girl in my arms, handlers trailing behind like puppies as I strode forcefully into the dark hallway towards assistance. Because Rebecca hadn’t been sold, the auction had been aborted … but I was going to own her just the same.