Billionaire's Auction: Uncovering the BBW (3 page)

His cock reached her deepest parts, filling her up. She let out great moans, and when she began to scream with pleasure he placed a finger in her mouth, cutting her off. Now she was really full. Breathing through her nose she felt like a conduit ready to explode with energy.

They kissed again and their tongues met, wrestling for advantage before they separated in a cacophony of deep, pleasured breaths. She looked up into his blue eyes, her mouth open in a constant moan. 

Slowly waves of warmth began to echo outwards from her glowing pussy. Her toes curled. Her back started to arch and her legs trembled as he pounded into her with thrust after thrust of his beautiful cock.

It was too much. The orgasm hit her like a train. Sweat dripped off her and she spasmed with primal pleasure – but he didn’t stop. He pounded away, his cock gliding in and out of her, stretching her to her very limits. She never imagined she could fit something so big inside of her and as the orgasm reached its crescendo and began to recede she looked at him.

His eyes were closed and his breathe heavy.  She dug fingernails into his back, clinging on for dear life.

He moaned, ever so slightly.

His cock slid out of her, and he took it in his hand and began to stroke. Her hand darted out to help him as she lowered herself down onto her knees.

“Can I?”

Her eyes were wide, struggling to understand. Her hands pulled at his hips, desperately trying to fill the now empty void inside of her.

“Can I come inside of you?” he said.

Understanding flashed across her face and she nodded vigorously, like wanderer offered water after a journey across the desert. He returned to her, happily. His now shaking hands guided his cock back to her spot and they both moaned in symphony as he plunged back inside of her.

He stroked faster and faster and she felt the tell-tale tingles and zaps of another orgasm begin to course up her toes and down the ridge of her spine as his breathing grew in her ear.

“I’m-“ he tried to say through the pleasure.

She understood.

She squeezed him tighter, pulling him even closer with her legs. She rocked her hips back and forth, gliding across him as he struggled to maintain control. He moaned once more, loudly and she bit his lip… adding her own luscious moan.

It barely cracked her lips when she felt him explode inside of her. His warm cum filling her up as his cock squirmed and bucked inside of her. His back tensed up and his fingernails dug into her as she held him tightly through his pleasure. After a long moment, or was it an hour, he relaxed a little and she felt his cock slowly slide out of her.

They collapsed onto the fake bar and she rolled onto his chest, looking up into those blue eyes.

“So what now?” she said, blowing an errant strand of hair out of her eyes.

“Come to dinner with me.” He said.

“Fine.” She said, smiling.

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“Please! You have to do it! You’ll be great!”

“I really don’t think so. Why on Earth would someone pay for a date with
me.”

“It’s for charity! They’re rich, they don’t think about money like we do!”

“And all I have to do is have dinner with them?”

“Yup.”

“No kiss, no sex. Just dinner. And they bid on
that?”

“They love it! It lets them show off to their friends, they get a tax write-off for the charitable contribution! It’s pure innocent fun, I promise!”

“It’s probably all skinny white girls trying to hook up with some billionaire! Last time I checked I wasn’t a super model!”

“You’re beautiful! Everyone always tell you that! Please! My boss is driving me nuts; we still need 3 more girls!”

“You’re doing it?”

“Yup, I’ll be right there with you!”

“Any other…uh.” She scratched her neck “curvy girls?”

Her friend Karen dodged that question, and took a sip of coffee. She worked at one of those big organizations downtown and they were trying to raise money for children overseas. She had breathing down Jamie’s neck all morning, trying to get her to be a part of some auction they were doing for the rich and famous.

              “It’ll be fun!” her friend said. “We’ll dress up, drink free wine, and stand around while men fight over us! What could possibly be bad about that?”

              She had Jamie with that one.

“What do I wear?”

“Whatever you want! I’ll come over and we can pick out a dress, or maybe I can get my bosses card to buy you one!”

Jamie let out a long sigh, sipped her coffee, then nodded her head.

“Alright fine!” she said “But I ain’t sleeping any crusty old millionaires. Dinner is it, and then I’m going home. I’ll do it for you.”

Karen was beaming “for the kids!” she added.

“Yea. Whatever.”

“And it’s not all crusty old millionaires’ – I mean there’s a fair share of those, too – but there are plenty of handsome young playboys. Perfect bodies, nice cars, private jet rides to Europe…” she trailed off, temping Jamie.

“Yea for some reason I don’t see them taking a nerdy office assistant from Brooklyn to Paris for the weekend.”

“Never know.” Karen said with a smile, standing up and gathering her things “Anyways, I have to get back to work. Seeya tonight? We’ll pick out dresses.”

“Sure.” Jamie said, less enthusiastic.

“You’re going to love it. Bye!” she said, pushing the door open with her butt and disappearing into the shuffle of busy Manhattan commuters.

              They picked out dresses that night. Jamie had found a beautiful white outfit buried deep in the back of the closet, and after a trip to the cleaners it shined like a million bucks. It was elegant, yet tight in all the right places, bring attention to her big curves and voluptuous features.

              Karen, who found a flowing red number, gave her two thumbs up – and the upbeat Midwest girl actually made her feel better. Her genuine personality was always a breath of fresh air, and when she called Jamie beautiful the bigger girl let herself believe it.

              The pair spent the next night putting on make-up and doing their hair for the real event. They gossiped and Jamie actually allowed herself to get excited about the prospect of meeting one of these rich playboys Karen went on and on about. She was nearly giddy, a glass of white wine swirling in her hand, when the car came for them.

              It a simple, black Sedan but it still surprised Jamie. She hadn’t grown up in the type of neighborhood where fancy black Sedan’s picked you up for dinner – a man with a bowtie there to hold the door.

              “You have got to be kidding me!” she said.

              “One of the perks! Tonight is going to be a blast!”

              Jamie believed her for the whole drive over. It wasn’t until they arrived that she felt her stomach tighten and roll. They stepped out of the car onto a makeshift red carpet. There were cameras, shouting men in bespoke suits… and most of all there were girls. Beautiful, thin girls in dresses that must have been custom made. They all looked the same, and as Jamie took her first steps down that carpet all she could notice was how
different
she was.

              They all looked 19. Their teeth pearly white, their hair almost identical in fashion and color… it was like the dress uniform was hot, young, white model. Karen was behind her, beaming – she clearly didn’t feel the same way. She was shaking hands and waving at girls, making casual introductions and soaking up the attention.

              Jamie made her way inside as quick as she could. A kind woman at the door gave her a name tag, and escorted her back to the room where the girls would wait for the auction. There was food and wine, and she nervously chewed on a cracker as the room filled up.

              “There you are!” Karen called from across the room, “How are you feeling?”

              “A little nervous, I’m not sure I should be here.”

              “Don’t be silly, you look great! One of the guys outside even asked about you!”

              “Really?” she asked, her heart slowing a bit.

              “Really. Says he’s going to bid on you.”

              “Good lookin’?

              Karen sucked her teeth and did her best to smile “Well… At least he’ll drive your price up!”

“Yea…” Jamie nodded.

A few minutes later a frantic little man came in and briefed them on the auction protocol. They would stand by the door when they were next, and when they heard their name over the sound system they would walk out, wave, and stand next to the presenter – who would ask them a few casual questions and start the bidding. After the auction they would wait in back for someone to give them the date info. Simple really.

              A few moments later the show was on. Jamie watched the first girl go out – a tall brunette with a stunning gold dress, and a nose piercing. She nearly jumped out of her own dress when she heard the numbers being shouted.

              “Do I have three thousand? Three thousand, do I have four thousand? Ten thousand from the generous man in back, do we have eleven? Eleven thousand dollars for our first beautiful date.”

              The girl finally left the stage with a bid of fifteen
thousand
dollars. That was as much as she made in 4 months, and someone had just spent it on a
date
with a beautiful woman?

              The night flew by – and Jamie’s legs never stopped shaking. The anticipation of standing in front of all those people. What would they think, was this stupid? What if no one bid at all?

              Her fretting was interrupted by the tiny man whose job it was to organize.

“Er… Jamie? You’re up next.”

Karen squeezed her arm.

“You’ll be great!”

She stood nervously next to the giant curtain and watched as the crowd cheered and the announcer prepared to bring her on.

“Coming up next we have a beautiful young lady from right here in New York city. Please welcome Jamie!”

Her heart leapt into her throat, and Karen pushed her forward.

“Go! It’s your turn!”

Taking a deep breathe she stepped onto the stage. The lights were nearly blinding, and she walked as carefully as possible, praying her shaking legs wouldn’t cause her to wobble or even fall on the way out!

The crowd was full of the best dressed socialites, millionaire’s and charity workers. They clapped politely, and Jamie swallowed deeply as their eyes crawled over her.

“Having a good night so far, Jamie?” the announcer asked. His voice echoed through the beautiful theater, silencing the chit-chat at the tables below.

“It’s been lovely. Thank you so much for having me.”

“You’re very welcome! Now it says here that you’re from the city. What do you like to do for fun?”

“When I’m not working?” she asked, and to her surprise some of the crowd laughed.

Did they like her?

“I guess I like to go out with friends, have dinner. Go to the clubs, maybe visit the museums on the weekend.”

“Lovely.” The announcer said “And are you looking forward to your date?”

“I guess it depends on who bids.” She accidentally blurted, but another round of laughs rose up from the crowd.

“Well let’s see. Should we start the bidding at one thousand?” the announcer asked.

Jamie stared down at the crowd her heart in her throat. She scanned the tables, but no one raised a hand.

Oh god.

Was her nightmare coming to life? Would she have to leave the stage, the only girl that night who wasn’t bid on? How embarrassing would that be, why did she ever let Karen talk her into this?

“One thousand. Anyone?” the announcer said.

He let out an awkward pause, and the auditorium was quiet.

“Five hundred. Five hundred for a dinner with this absolutely lovely young lady.”

Nothing.

She blushed, and she was thankful that they couldn’t see through her dark, shining skin. She was about ready to jump out of her skin when a hand shot up.

“Five hundred, we have five hundred! One thousand. One thousand dollars for a date with this beautiful girl!”

Another hand shot up, and a wave of relief washed over her. She squinted to make out the bidder, and her heart dropped an inch as she realized he was old – his face round and unattractive
before
you considered the wrinkles.

Whatever
she thought
at least someone bid.

“Two thousand, do we have two thousand?” the announcer asked, and a skinny young man in front threw up his hand.

Better
Jamie though, eyeing the thing man with a smile.

“Three thousand!” the old man shouted!

“Four!”

“Five!” the old man replied!

There was a long pause as the young man considered, and Jamie felt another wave of disappointment as his hand didn’t come back up.

“Going once!” the announcer said.

Five thousand is plenty good.

“Going twice!”
he said.

“Twenty thousand!” someone shouted.

Her eyes went wide.

“Twenty thousand, to an anonymous buyer!” the announcer said, slamming his gavel.

Twenty thousand?

She was escorted backstage in an absolute daze, and when she pulled back the curtain she saw Karen eyes wide, mouth open!

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it!” she said, screaming and waving her arms.

Jamie was flabbergasted. She couldn’t find the words.

“I told you, you would do great! Now it’s time for the after party!”