Pleasing the Shifter: The Complete Series (BBW Paranormal Bear Shape Shifter Romance) (8 page)

Hope sat on the edge of the platform with her legs hanging off, her face right in front his black dick. Her legs rubbed against his and she became more aroused at the feeling of his muscled thighs against hers. He must have felt the same because his cock became even more engorged and she hadn’t even touched it yet. She reached out and took it in her hand, the weight of it apparent now, and looked up at him, then opened her mouth and licked the thick head of his cock, getting a small taste of the cum that had started to form at the end.

Tyrese sighed deeply as she wrapped her lips around his cock, tonging the spot under the head, making the thick muscles in his legs twitch at the sudden pleasure.

She licked slowly from the head down to the base, then carefully took each of his large balls into her mouth, gently sucking one then the other, barely able to fit them between her young lips.

Number 68 came closer now, bending over to get a good look. Hope could see him out of the corner of her eye. As she licked Tyrese’s thick shaft, she turned her head over to the grinning Asian man, looking right at him before blowing him a kiss.

“Ohhh,” he said, nodding his head vigorously up and down.

Her attention back on Tyrese and his cock, fully erect at this point, she brought him into her mouth as far as she could, then slowly out again, clutching his giant black balls as she sucked him. “Mmmm,” she moaned. Her pussy was soaking wet again. Working his slick shaft with her hand, she bobbed her head up and down, sucking her wet mouth to him as tightly as possible.

He groaned again causing her to go faster, wanting to please this large, muscular man. Make him come in front of all these people, enjoying playing the role of a slut. It was just a role after all. But she loved it.

Number 68, his face so close, said, “You touch yourself. In the pussy.”

Reaching between her legs she slipped two finger easily into her swollen sex and moved them in and out, then up to her clitoris, hungry for another orgasm.

She gripped his cock tightly around the base while she sucked him, rather enjoying the man's large dick.

Number 68 said, “No hands on dick and African prince grab head.”

She let go of his dick, removing the thing she’d been using to keep him from going too far into her throat.

Tyrese brought his large hand up and placed it on the top of her head, gripping the chain where it attached to the top of her leather mask. Gently, he began pressing her head forward.

Hope could tell he was trying to be gentle and not choke her with his cock but that’s not what Number 68 paid to see, nor what the audience wanted, and she was realizing now, not what she wanted either. She wanted him to fuck her face hard, to use her like a slut. Pushing herself forward, straining her throat open as wide as it would go, making him go as deep as physically possible. Gurgling noises came from her throat as saliva dripped down her chin.

She looked over at Number 68 and could tell he was enjoying it and Tyrese’s increased breathing and grunting told her what he was feeling. She took her fingers from her wet pussy and reached over to Number 68, grabbed his bulge, surprising him. Pulled him closer. She squeezed at his hard dick while Tyrese’s hips moved faster, plunging himself deeper inside her.

Number 68 said, “Ohh, yeah,” and she wondered what it would be like to suck two cocks at once.

But then Tyrese groaned and pulled himself free from her mouth and wrapped his huge fist around his shaft, pumping it hard.

Hope pushed her breasts out saying, “Come for me baby,” and making a target for him, still holding Number 68’s hard Asian dick through his pants.

A long, thick rope of sperm exploded from Tyrese’s cock, missing her breasts and landing on her chin. He adjusted his aim for the second spurt, moving his dick closer to her tits, and he hit her squarely in the chest, roaring loudly as he came, in an obvious ecstasy. His dick unleashed two more hot loads of semen across her tits, then a small glob formed at the head, not enough power behind it to rocket through the air.

As his seed dripped down her chin and breasts she leaned forward, took him in her mouth, licking the remaining fluid from his tip, savoring the salty taste of this strong man who only yesterday at been showing her horses.

When they were finished and Mr. Donovan was able to finally get Number 68 to return to his seat while the crowd finished applauding, the maid emerged from the behind the curtains with a warm towel and cleaned the cum from Hope's face and breasts before cleaning Tyrese’s semi-hard cock. Before she left she whispered in Jessica’s ear, “Good job, that was amazing.”

It was amazing. Her aching pussy was close to exploding again and she couldn’t wait for what might happen next. She hoped it involved fucking Tyrese’s thick black cock. If it didn’t she may have to start taking riding lessons. She admired his hard body as he replaced his loin cloth securely around his waist, the outline of his dick still prominent against the thin material. And what did Ethan think of all this? Surely he would be pleased since she’d done everything asked of her.

Mr. Donovan spoke again. “Well, that was truly amazing I must say. Let’s give another round of applause for the performers.”

The crowd applauded wildly, with a few excited shouts and whistles mixed in. Hope was glad she was wearing the mask because she knew her face was heating up.

Mr. Donovan raised his hand and when the audience finally quieted he continued, “And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for. We shall auction off the actual performers!”

That was… unexpected, Hope thought.

Mr. Donovan said, “That’s right. Two lucky people will be able to enjoy the rest of the night in one of our penthouse suites with these sexy, young people, having them all to yourself. Will you be one of the lucky two? If that sounds like your idea of a good time, you’ll have to open your checkbooks. Remember, all proceeds go to the Helping Hands foundation.

“First up, is our African prince, Desta. Desta would you be so kind as to stand on the platform so the good people can get a look?”

Tyrese bowed then deftly hopped up and stood next to where Hope was sitting. She scooted away to the edge, unsure how she felt about all this. It was one thing to perform a few sexual acts in front of an audience. It was pretty much just performance art. But to be sold to someone to essentially be their sex slave was something entirely different. This was all happening so quickly. How much could Ethan be paying Tyrese that he was so happy to be standing here nude in front of all the rich people as they ogled his body and decided if they wanted to buy him for the night.

Mr. Donovan said, “And as you know ladies and gentlemen, you are buying the performers’ company for the rest of the evening. What they do or don’t do is completely up to them. Having said that, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed. Also, to protect their privacy, the performers masks must remain on for the duration of your time with them. We thank you for your understanding.

“We shall start the bidding at one-million dollars. Who would like the chance to experience first hand the girth of our African prince?”

In the front row Ethan’s sister, Ms. Cartwright, held up her sign with the number 2 on it.

“Yes, ma’am. Number 2 has bid one million dollars. Do I have one point two-five?” He looked around the audience. Hope did too still reeling from knowing Ethan's sister might be fucking Tyrese later. Did he not even care?

“Yes, on the side. Number 31. Do I have one–“

Ms. Cartwright raised her card before he could finish.

“Number 2 has bid one million five. Do I have one seven-five?”

Everyone turned to look in the direction of Number 31, the middle-aged woman. Was every person here a sex maniac? The woman raised her card.

“One seven-five!” Mr. Donovan said.

The audience turned to look back at Ms. Cartwright who responded by raising her card.

“Two million dollars for Number 2.”

Number 31 was saying something in the ear of the man next to here. Then he nodded slowly and she raised her card.

“Two point two-five million!” Mr. Donovan said. “Do I have two five?”

All eyes were on Mrs. Cartwright as she raised three fingers along with her card.

“Three million dollars to Number 2.”

Number 31 was frantically talking in the ear of the man next to her but he was just shaking his head. Finally, she got up and stomped out of the room.

“It looks as though the bid will stand unless another bidder emerges. I have three-million going once. Going twice. Sold, to the lady holding Number 2. Enjoy your night madam.”

Ms. Cartwright had a sly smile on her face as the crowd applauded.

Tyrese climbed back down from the platform, looking in Hope's direction briefly before exiting the stage through the curtain. He seemed indifferent to the huge sum of money Ms. Cartwright had just paid for him.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Mr. Donovan said, “we’ve come to the final item of tonight’s auction. If you’ve been holding back at all then now’s the time to put your money to work. I can tell you a fine young woman such as this Brazillian virgin will fetch quite the price. Serious bids only please.”

Hope stood up and tried to stand in a sexy manner but when she couldn’t figure out what that was she just put her hands on her hips and tried to act confident. As confident as one could be chained to a platform nude in front of a billionaire's closest friends.

Mr. Donovan said, “We shall start the bidding at five million dollars.”

Holy shit, she thought. That’s way too high. Nobody will pay that. Then another thought came. What would she be expected to do if they did pay that?

“Ahh,” Mr. Donovan said, “Number 1 starts off the bidding at five-million dollars.”

Ethan sat in the front row holding up his Number 1 sign, smiling. Now that would be a perfect ending to the night.

“Do we have ten million?”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. If she’d known she was worth ten million dollars she would have started whoring herself out ages ago.

Then Bill raised his Number 4 confidently and shot a look at Ethan.

“Number 4 comes in strongly with a ten million dollar bid.”

Were these two billionaires actually about to start a bidding war over her?

Mr. Donovan said, “Do we have fifteen million?”

And then a sinking feeling in her stomach came when the Senator raised his number 5. Spending the night with that man was not her idea of a good time.

“And Number 5 is in the mix at fifteen million.”

Ethan raised his number 1 immediately.

“Number 1 has twenty-million, ladies and gentlemen.”

Okay, Bill, you know you want it. She wanted it too. The way he’d pleasured her with the dildo was still fresh in her mind. But it wasn’t Bill who bid next. The Senator slowly raised his Number 5.

“Twenty-five million dollars is the bid!”

Ethan seemed to think about it for a moment then raised his Number 1.

“Thirty-million. Amazing! That’s a new record for our little charity auctions ladies and gentlemen.”

Spending the night with Ethan would be like a dream come true. And if the Senator didn’t raise his number within the next few moments, it would finally happen. He looked angry and was shaking his head.

“We have thirty-million dollars. The bid is thirty-million ladies and gentlemen.” He paused and looked at the Senator but the Senator seemed to be finished. “Thirty-million going once.”

Bill turned to the Senator on his left and said something in his ear. The Senator looked at him for a moment then said something back. Bill replied and then the unspeakable happened: the Senator raised his card and shouted “Fifty-million!”

A woman in the front row gasped.

“Oh my god,” Mr. Donovan said. “Fifty-million dollars to have the Brazillian virgin for the evening.”

This couldn’t be happening. Ethan would never let this happen. And Bill. What had Bill said? She looked to Ethan, waiting for him to raise his card. But instead of raising his card and rescuing her, he stood up, dropped his card in the Senator’s lap, and calmly walked out.

“Oh,” Mr. Donovan said. “Well then. Going once for fifty-million.” He paused but it was obvious no one was going to match the bid. “Going twice. Sold! For fifty-million dollars.”

There was polite applause from the audience but lots of whispering between people and looking over at Bill and the Senator.

Mr. Donovan took a deep breath and loosened his tie as he walked over to Hope. His face was red and sweat dripped freely down his forehead. “Good luck,” he said. “You’re going to need it.”

People began to get up and leave but all her attention was on the Senator as he slowly started to make his way toward the platform, shaking people’s hands as he went.

Fuck this. They said she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want. She went over to the edge of the platform where her chain was connected to the metal ring. It wasn’t locked or anything. She reached out and started to unchain herself, ready to run up to her room.

But a familiar hand closed over hers before she could unhook it. She looked up at Ethan’s face, his mask gone now.

“I need you to do something for me,” he said, speaking quickly. “Something very important.” Then he reached into his pocket and brought something out, pressing it into her palm.

She looked down into her hand to find a small clear baggie containing a white powder.

“Will you help me?” he said, revealing his perfectly white teeth as he smiled at her.

“Help you?” Hope looked from the small baggie in her hand up to Ethan’s face.

He looked over his shoulder. The Senator was still talking to a group of people. Coming closer to her, Ethan said, “I told you before I don’t have any dirt on the Senator. This is the perfect chance to fix that, but I need your help to do it.”

“What do you want me to do?” The sex show was exhilarating and outside of her comfort zone but setting up a United States Senator was on a whole other level. There was no telling what kind of trouble she could get into doing this.