Auction
Babs sold herself for three dollars at the Yale date auction. Everyone hissed as she pulled layers of blond hair behind her ears. Too low a bid for such a catch. She bounded off the stage, a swish of plaid pleats. Her curious smile sparkled from a mauve mouth that offered her new date a kiss on the cheek. The fingers of her right hand played along his cock through his dinner slacks.
The slicked back, suit man covered a laugh with his paw-like hand. A bear of a man.
She would wrestle with him later in the backseat of the cab. Skirt up, driving hard hips, slick cunt, onto his dick. He would bellow out fifties era swear words as he used her like the working girl she had sold herself as, packaging and all.
Babs was everyone's little princess. Dirk, her boyfriend claimed her virginity two months ago on a boat in the lake. He was going to take her out on the town for the auction when he won. Instead, she was moaning around her chemistry professor's cock as the potholes pushed it ever further down the back of her throat.
She tasted pre-cum like his detergent. He smelled unfamiliar, sweet like her pussies perfume. Aged like bound leather and tobacco. She had one goal. Share her self worth and give herself to someone less worthy. That was the point of this whole thing right?
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