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Faye

I love my sister, and I'm not going to lie, the guilt is in my heart, knowing that our stepfather goes to her room most nights.

Pushing those thoughts away, I focus on the room around me. A room that will serve for cherry picking.

It's not that big of a deal. Just a little pain, really.

The pain that will bring me the best money. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I wondered what to do. Finding this place is not difficult.

Just asking some college girls led me here (CHERRY). Yeah, that's tough, isn't it, Cherry? That's the name of the nightclub. What I didn't know was that the owner, Malcolm Cherry, had a side business selling virginity.

Yes, it is clear.

It's scary when I think about it. Strange too.

Meeting him has been an experience of surrender. I sat in his office as he looked at my body, examining me like a piece of steak. At first, I didn't think it would happen to someone like me.

I'm not exactly skinny but I have curves, big breasts with a big waist, round thighs with just a hint of cellulite. He made me stand up, turn around, look this way and that, and he seemed to like it a lot. There are two options to choose from by selling my virginity. At first, I thought it meant either online or in a room full of men.

No.

My two options are this; I can break that myth, which is pretty awesome in itself. I think that's why Malcolm is so popular. It is for many people. Fairy tale defloration is where a man buys me, we have a good date, it ends in sex. Good stuff for the first time. To me, it seems a little too personal, and it's intimate, and besides, I want more money. Malcolm is sure that the value of the day and experience will come from the final payment.

Secret Feeling !!Feelings!.

I don't want that

There is none of that. Besides, I need more money, and I won't spend it on days I don't want or need. So, the second option. I don't understand the date or legend. That man is not giving me the time of my life. I stay in the room and wait to see who decides to buy my precious cherry. From there, we are with each other.

There is no kindness. No joke. Just sex. A commercial contract, signed and sealed, and finished with a dick. They have a portfolio of women who want to make money with their first sexual experience. All I need to know is which one pays the most.

Malcolm takes his 10 percent, but after that it varies from client to client. She told me that some girls have sold for more than six figures because the demand is so high. He will not accept anything less than ten thousand dollars. After all, we were offering something of a lifetime. Moreover, his clientele was made up of wealthy bastards who liked to pay for something exclusive. It would seem that virgins are hard to find these days.

Rubbing my hand, I saw a small bracelet made of blue fabric that had been made for me a few years ago. He told me that he would put a special medicine on it so that no one would hurt me. Damn it.

He will protect me.

Holding back my tears, I get up and walk. My nerves were pulled.

Tonight,

I will have sex with a stranger, and that will not give me a fairy tale. I'm really happy with it. I don't need fiction. I have never been a boss. I love the beast and he is hard that he never returns.

There are no windows in the room. One way. A large four-poster bed dominates the room, and they love the mirror. Though suspicions lingered while I looked, I saw myself.

My brown hair is a mess by crossing my fingers. My eyes are wide. I am afraid.

Terrified really.

The clothes I wear are not sexual. Malcolm told me I wouldn't have to dress up, and part of the charm of the two options was the truth of it all.

Why did I choose to be a piece of shit? It's a business.

I often wonder what my first time will be like. Touch a man, he will be touched. Not once did I think it would be a end up like this.

However, lack of dream experience means that other protections exist. A man will be placed outside the door if there is one. If at any time the mystery man tries to punch or hurt me, I would scream. The guard will be there and everything will be fine. He will take care of the man and I will still be paid.

The fear is back. I've never been good when it comes to pain.

I'm the kind of someone who screams when he cuts his fingers.

Wow, that would take a lot of time.

Looking ahead, I felt my heart racing, which got worse when I heard a knock on the door. I look around the house.

Should I answer? Why are they knocking?

Biting my lip, I couldn't help but be nervous. The fear is coming back.

"Who is that ?"

What else should I say? This is not my house, or my room.

It's only for one night.

"Can I come in?"

His voice was dark and deep.

My heart rate tripled. Shit.

This is actually happening. I sold my virginity, and now I must pay.

"Yes of course." I hate being scared. Does he hear it? It doesn't come immediately. I was counting how long I had to wait for him to get inside.

One. .

Three.

Four.

Five.

Finally, the door opened. I looked away, almost afraid of who I would find when the door opens. There was no window, and my fear did not end in vain.

I gasped.

The man bought me for a night,

i turned to look at him.

It was not what I expected. The man standing by the door wasn't really old; late thirties maybe. Not that I could say the same looking at him. He's looking at me, his hands are at his sides, but he's not scared.

No.

Staring into his blue eyes, I was amazed at the way he looked at me, searching. There's something dark under that gaze that keeps me in place.

He's the man who bought me. One night he had me, and because I didn't want a fairy tale, it wouldn't be fun otherwise.

I wanted that darkness, and by the look on his face, he was ready to give it to me.

"Get up," he said. I do exactly what he said.

It was pointless refusing. Tilting my head, I wonder how long the rug has been laid. It looks old, almost vintage. Perhaps that is the call here. It reminds me of something you would see in an old movie where the girl is selling ...

Well, now I'm trying to make my fantasy not so horrible.

It's not a fantasy, far from it. "Undress."

I don't even know his name.

Not that it matters. I will not tell him mine.

Taking off my sneakers, I started working on my shirt buttons. It's not being turned on.

I give it my back as I'm going to do what I do. His voice gripped me.

"No, I want to see. Do the conversion. Show me."

My cheeks are burning. I have never been told such a thing before.

I didn't look at him, I slowly removed my bra, feeling that my breasts were growing. I am very blessed in the boxing department.

No one else has ever seen them. There are many firsts happening tonight.

When I finally reach my panties, i hesitate. "Everything."

There is no need to be afraid. If it bothers me in any way and if I want, I can call a security guard. Slipping out of my panties, I curled my fingers together, hoping my long hair would somehow cover my body.

I felt cold while naked. The room is nice and warm though.

"Turn around."

Slowly, I move in a circle so he can see me fully. "Come here."

His instructions are starting to get into my veins, every word is anger. All I have to do is remember my sister in the hospital and that keeps me going. There's no way I'm here for anything other than my sister.

The man, my owner - I'm thinking of calling him Blue - grabbed my chin and turned my head back. "That's it.

It was the fire that I saw."

I don't know what he's talking about. She was teasing me that I was well aware of her perfect outfit.

His thumb lands on my lips and I close them.

"So you want to remove the cherry, Are you really a virgin?"

Again, I'm not saying anything. I was taken from him.

As soon as his fingers slipped over my lips, I felt a tightening. When he speaks, I enjoy his voice. I don't want it to end. I have never been so happy and so angry before.

"Open up."

His thumb rests on my lips and I open myself to him. It sinks in and I watch it. Inside and outside, it clicks. "This mouth was made to drink a big, beautiful cock. We have tonight, and when I finish you, there will be no part of you that is unclean.

He suddenly pulled me back. Falling on the bed, I watched as he spread my thighs wide. He holds my legs tightly, pressing himself between them. "It's so beautiful. I know you'll have a great time.

I can see how the wet it is.

Malcolm advised me to get off the ground, but there was no way that was going to happen. I tried to split my leg before and it was a nightmare. Why should anyone put themselves in such pain as me?

I always trim my hair, that's what I did. It's not like I need that much.

His hands move from my lap and down my body. He was sucking my breasts, pressing them together, getting into my vagina.

He touches my lips and I hear him moan. "Now that's surprising."

I screamed when he touched me. Fingers on my clitoris and I arched my back. "Feels good huh "". We're going to have fun tonight. »

I hear footsteps, Is he leaving. Reaching up on my elbows, I watched as he began to undress, each clothing falling to the floor without a care in the world.

When he stood before me, naked, I could not think or feel. I'm soaked everywhere.

Excited, scared, excited, scared. Above all, I am happy.

I didn't expect that. How can I be happy? This man is a complete stranger to me.