I found myself adjusting in my seat, attempting to give room to the sudden bulge in my pants.
"Shut up," I groaned. My hard-on was pressed against the inside of my pants. There was no reason for me to get hard off of him talking. It was the images that flashed through my mind that made my cock rock solid.
Images of a smoking hot, curvy Latina sucking my cock until I exploded down the back of her throat. Her sitting on my face while I devoured her pussy and regained my strength so I could fuck what was mine to claim.
"Fuck," I bit back a moan. "I have to go."
"Yeah. Need to release some pressure, big guy?" Geoff teased.
"Fuck off."
"We've known each other forever, Kian. I know what you are looking for in life and Madame Lilith is going to help get you it. Trust me."
"Fine," I sighed in defeat. "Send me the number."
"Already did, my friend. Already did," he chuckled briefly then ended the call without warning. Usually, I'd be annoyed but right now I had other things on my mind… shooting my load off before the end of lunch.
I glanced at my door, double-checking that the door was locked. It was, so I wasted no time pulling out my cock. I gripped it tight and stroked it fast at the thought of my future wife's warmth and tightness.
Within minutes, I was standing over my office trash can with one hand braced on the wall and the other one still stroking my cock. It was like coming for the first time. My balls clenched tightly as my cock pulsated and shot cum with a vengeance.
If this was my orgasm using only my imagination of fucking a virgin, I was going to die fucking the real thing… or at least I hoped so.
Chapter Three
Giselle
Six days later….
"Am I really doing this?" I asked, swallowing hard as I glanced in the mirror in front of me.
Things had moved so fast after I had replied to Madame Lilith. The very next day, after replying to the email, I had found myself down atInnocence Abundance Escort Servicebeing interviewed, and three hours after that, I was at the doctors having some stranger verify that I was in fact a virgin. It became even more surreal when Madame Lilith asked if I'd be interested in sleeping with a rich man and being set for life.
At first, I had laughed, but then I realized the woman was being serious. She explained how her business also held virgin auctions for wealthy men. The thought had made my stomach knot– standing on a stage in front of a bunch of old, rich men. My face must have told on me because she explained that I had just as much say in who chose me than the man did. I could choose an age range. It seemed surreal. Who sells their virginity to a total stranger for money?
Me. I'm the idiot who sells her virginity to a total stranger. The thought of my mother struggling to make ends meet and provide for my brother and sister had made my decision fly out of my mouth. I'd do anything for them. They wouldn't want for anything in this world. I'd be sure of that.
I'm going to be sick, I thought to myself as I sat frozen in the salon-like chair.
It was the agency's policy and written in black and white in the contract that all women who agreed to participate in the auction had to stay the night at the mansion. I was to stay tonight, the entire next day, and all the way until the end of thebig event.
"Giselle? Honey?" Madame Lilith's assistant, Lisa, called out behind me.
"Hmm? Yes?" I asked, shaking away my thoughts of my mother's illness.
"You okay?" she asked, walking over to me and standing beside Carol, who was currently working on my hair. Carol was in charge of prepping me for tomorrow night's auction.
"Of course," I smiled fakely. "Never better."
I watched in the mirror's reflection as both women looked down at me. They both looked concerned… motherly.
"It is only for one night," Carol assured me. "Hell, if I can put up with my husband's sloppy drunk sex, I think you can handlebookoo-dollarsex," she giggled then winked.
Bookoo-dollar sex?The thought of exactly how much money I was about to make made my heart skip several beats. What kind of men paid high-dollar for an untouched woman? And only for one night? It's not like the guy would get to keep me at the end of this.
Wham-bam. Thank you, ma'am,I groaned to myself.What if he is some fat, ugly fuck?
"All the men have been thoroughly screened based on your age and weight preference, Giselle," Lisa sighed.
