Sold to Him

Like magic, it works. A delicious tingle begins in my nipples and ripples out to the rest of my body, up my throat, and down to my pussy. My ass starts to rock slowly to the beat of the song. The friction of my behind moving against the velvet cloak causes my pussy to moisten, juices beginning to flow.

Grayson used to love me like this. Soaking wet and ready for him, always.

Grayson. I may hate him now but he’s the one who transformed me into a woman. His woman. Always ready for him, eager to bend over and take it any place, any time. As long as it was him. Only him. I can’t do it for these guys! I can’t!

But the voice in my head sounds again. Control yourself. Nana needs this money. Mickey will die without it.

Slowly, I let the robe fall to the dais, revealing my form clothed in the tiny scrap of gold material. The green lights above a few booths go on. The bidding has begun, even though I haven’t even really started dancing yet.

But again, I try to take myself away from this place. I imagine Grayson looking at me and touching me. The music begins to flow through my limbs, each sway of my hips coming more naturally now. Even more green lights flash now, insistent like a jade eye. Oh my god, they’re all lighting up.

But I don’t really care because my thoughts are all of Grayson. How handsome he is. How commanding, and how he stroked my curves over and over again, making me sigh with delight.

Yes, that’s it. That’s how I’ll get through this. I’ll think of Grayson and that old pleasure, even tainted as they are right now with the pain of his betrayal.

Instantly, a feeling of relief floods through my body. I can do this, and it will be a breeze. I’ll make them want me.

Slowly, I gyrate to the left, then to the right, running my hands suggestively over my curves before cupping my breasts. It’s so sexy, and it’s actually turning me on. I feel the pulsing rhythm in my veins, and my nipples stand up hard and big. I feel it between my legs.

The green lights of the booths flicker on and off as men bid, driving the price up and up and up. They want me. They think I’m sexy, and they want more.

I give it to them.

With slow hands, I untie the string around my neck, and the gold dress slithers off my curves to land in a puddle on the floor. Although I can’t see or hear the men, it feels like a giant hush takes over the room. Loving the attention, I tweak my nipples lightly, cupping my big Double Ds before sliding them down to my soft belly and throwing my head back in a delicious moan. Hot honey dribbles down my thighs and, shameless, I reach down to run my fingers through the wetness, before lifting my fingers to my lips to taste myself.

My nectar is tangy and hot, and so appetizing. This is how Grayson would do it. Touch me until I was moaning for him. Over the booths, the lights pop on and on and on like sirens now, my price skyrocketing with every sinuous twist of my hips.

Yes. I can do this. But only with Grayson on my mind.

Would he love me like this? Would he enjoy seeing me touching myself like this for him? My fingers rub my clit. Electric lust buzzes through my twat and up into my belly, making me shiver. My eyes flutter closed, and I imagine him. His giant cock dripping wet and ready to fuck me. Those laser eyes of his holding me captive. His hands pulling my nipples and squeezing my big tits. His fat cock rubbing on my dripping twat, before diving in to split me in two.

Oh yes! The memories propel me to new heights, and I rub my clit harder before slowly edging two fingers inside myself. Then three. They don’t feel anything like Grayson’s massive cock, but it’s enough for now.

In, out. In, out.

Juices gush over my digits. My wet channel squeezes down hard. I’m tingling and swimming in lust, and shamefully, knowing that twelve billionaires are watching turns me on even more. My fingers go faster, tunneling deep into my moist channel.

But I want Grayson in my slit for real. I need his giant cock deep inside, pumping and dripping and gushing with seed.

Grayson. I moan his name and frantically thrust my fingers in and out, holding my labia open with my other hand so that the billionaires can see everything. My hole being violated. The sweet, hard bud of my clit standing to attention. The copious juices smeared on my hands and thighs. The wet noise is so dirty and so loud that I can almost fool myself into thinking it’s Grayson’s dick plunging in and out of me.