Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
But Haley’s not just doing a little bit of in and out. Once she works the small bullet in, she stirs it around her anus, widening the rim.
“Oooh,” she moans, big breasts heaving. “Mmmm!”
“Fuck, I want her so bad,” my neighbor grunts, an obscene beating sound hitting my ears as he works his hand up and down his shaft. “Oh shit shit shit.”
But Haley’s playing with us, and she’s nowhere near done yet. She rotates the toy clockwise, stretching her rim, and then counterclockwise before throwing us a naughty smile over one slim shoulder. Then, she pulls the slick silver bullet out of her anus to show us her gape, and it’s gorgeous. The tight skin is stretched and reddened, leading to a mysterious dark cavern inside, and she pulls open her butt cheeks once more to let us see directly into that anal canal.
That does it. The numbers on screen begin to flicker so quickly that they blur. Meanwhile, I depress my thumb on my clicker and don’t let up. I’ll pay any price for this sweet princess because obviously, my stepdaughter isn’t a sweet princess at all. She’s a dirty whore mixed with the instincts of a naughty innocent, and I’ll give anything to be the first man in that tight pussy and even tighter ass. I want her holes leaking my sperm, virility trailing down her thighs as I coat her insides with my semen. I want to see her swallow, licking her lips like a satisfied cat after I shoot a load down her throat. Then I want to suck on her pretty pussy before filling it with sperm all over again.
Suddenly, a bell clangs and I know the auction has ended. I look up and thank fuck, but it looks like I’m the winner.
“Sold to Bidder Number Ten,” the announcer crows. “For five million dollars!”
Hell, I’d pay double that for Haley because that’s how much I want the young woman. A low groan arises from the crowd, but it’s not just because the other men have lost. It’s because quite a few of them are coming hard at the moment, pulling themselves to a finish as Haley stands up straight and smiles naughtily over one shoulder. I growl, hot blood flooding my veins because the beautiful teen has no idea what’s coming. She thinks she’s prepared for a billionaire. She thinks she’s controlling the situation, but little does she know what’s in store for her curves. After all, the man of the house is here to claim ... and now, the sassy brat is MINE.
6
Haley
Oh my god, what was that about? I wasn’t supposed to do that, but somehow my feminine instincts took control and I slipped a small toy into my ass, stretching out my rim while fucking myself in the butt. The billionaires went berserk, of course. The bidding went from fast to light speed, and now, I’ve been purchased for five million dollars.
The sum makes my head spin, but at the same time, I’m ashamed because none of that had to happen. I’m still not sure how it came about, to be honest. I was standing in the wings with that European man with the pale blue eyes. He’d informed me that his name was Gustav, and that he’d witnessed the auction of dozens of women in the past.
“Dozens?” I gasped, eyes wide. “But isn’t it illegal?”
The man merely shrugged, his eyes flat and lifeless.
“Not if all parties understand and agree. Again, these girls get paid a lot, and they like the money. They come back to be auctioned multiple times, if we let them. You’ll also walk away from this a rich woman, Miss Monroe, if you play your cards right,” he adds with a sideways look.
I pressed my lips together unhappily because that’s precisely why I was here. Me and my mother need money and now I’m at the Citadel, about to be sold for sex with a handsome billionaire. A cloud formed over my head and I could feel cold despair gnawing in the pit of my stomach. But Gustav intuited the shift in my mental state and reached into his pocket before holding something out to me.
“What is that?” I asked, eyeing the small silver item with suspicion. “I don’t use drugs.”
He chuckled.
“These aren’t drugs,” he lisped. “We would never allow a girl onstage who doesn’t have full control of her senses. No, this is something that will enhance your experience.”
I stared at the small, silver item.
“Yeah, but what is it?” I whispered. “A paperweight?”
At that question, Gustav threw his head back and laughed uproariously. I’d say it was the first time I’d heard him laugh out of genuine mirth, like I was a clown here for his amusement.
“No, it’s not a paperweight,” he said, wiping at his eyes. “This, my dear, is a dildo.”