It only made me angrier, but there wasn’t anything I could do at the moment. Because my girl is a dirty one, and the female wasn’t holding back. Making eye contact with a couple losers in the front row, she lifted one tit in both her sweet hands like an offering. But it didn’t stop there, oh no. She kept lifting until that sweet sack of cream was right below her mouth and licked a pink nipple, coyly running her tongue around the hardness, lightly sampling herself. Fuck, fuck, fuck, my penis spurted in my pants, I’d taught her that move and now she was deploying it to great effect, judging from the throaty moans from those guys.
But no auction is complete without that robotic female voice, and the tones continued to guide Abby through a set of pre-determined moves.
“Please turn to the left,” the woman said mildly. “Bend over.”
Slowly, Abby did as told. Teetering in those high heels, she circled one hundred and eighty degrees, spreading her legs and bending over until her ass cheeks parted, bracing her hands on the ground. Oh shit, yeah my baby’s flexible and suddenly I was seeing how effective it was, what an asset she had. Because we were able to see everything, that brown pucker topping her sweet pink slit, glistening and wet under the hot lights.
“Turn to the right now,” the disembodied voice said mildly. “Bend over again.”
And obligingly, Abby straightened and pivoted, shooting the crowd a sweet smile before spreading her legs in a vee and leaning forwards once more. The men in the front row practically fell out of their seats, some guys visibly spurting, their dicks were so hard and ready to do some damage.
But this isn’t some low-life auction, billionaires like to see what they’re buying, they wanna inspect the goods. So when the female voice came back on, I wasn’t surprised to hear its command.
“Lay back and spread your legs please,” the woman commanded, like this was no big deal. “Article Fifty-Five, spread your legs and pull yourself open.”
And at that, Abby flushed. Sure, I’d taught her well, I’d introduced her to a life of sin, shown her every trick in the book when it came to bedding a man, but still, we were in public, with dozens of eyes looking on. But the brunette straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin, taking a deep breath. I loved that about her. My little girl is a fighter, and she knew exactly how to deliver.
So sitting down gracefully, the brunette leaned backwards until she was lying flat, and then raised both pins in the air, each leg slim yet fleshy at once, those thighs so creamy and delectable, they were like huge ham hocks perfect to bite into. And slowly, oh so slowly, she parted her legs, those sweet pins splitting into a vee, her secret crevice coming into view slowly.
A collective gasp rose from the audience because my baby is so gorgeous. Oh yeah, Abby’s got a perfectly formed cunt and her lips were plush and nubile, glistening under the hot lights. And without being told, moving of her own accord, the girl slipped one hand between her legs, pulling her folds apart, letting us see everything.
God, she was fucking beautiful. As that flesh spread, I lost it and jizzed onto the ground a little, unable to control myself. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that cunt was so gorgeous, the deep pink insides of her vaginal channel on view, the brown pucker of her ass dark and mysterious, I could almost smell her musk from where I stood.
But suddenly the spotlight flicked off and the crowd was plunged into darkness.
“Eeee!” screamed a female voice.
“What’s going on?” growled the man next to me. “What the fuck? It just got good!”
But I knew exactly what was happening, and wasn’t surprised when the spotlight came back on again with no one there, the stage distressingly empty.
“I’m sorry,” came the monotonous robot voice. “But Article Fifty-Five is no longer for sale. Please hold, we’ll be moving on to Article Fifty-Six shortly.”
All around me, the crowd rumbled and gasped, unclear what had happened.
“What the hell?” came one whiny male voice. “I wanted that one, I was ready to make a purchase,” he complained.
I shot the mofo a dark look, determined to expel him from the Club if his whining kept up. Because he was no competition for me, and besides, I knew exactly what had happened. Just when Abby’s legs had parted, when she’d pulled herself open for the billionaires to see, the white had dripped. Oh yeah, we’d met up in the bar before coming to the ball, and I’d jizzed into both her holes, filling her with my sperm.
And right at the critical moment, my seed decided to make an appearance. It’d happened quick, one moment there was merely her glistening pink flesh, open and inviting, and the next, my semen had come rushing out, coating that ass and pussy with the evidence of my desire. Of course, no one knew that I hadn’t penetrated her pussy, that her hymen was intact still, but did it really matter? It looked like some man done the dirty, that the brunette was no longer a virgin, and she was whisked off stage immediately, auction aborted.