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A Million Dollar Deal Ch. 01

By: Icingsugar



Chapter 1: Truth

This is the first in a series of three chapters.
A Million Dollar Deal Ch 1: Truth
A Million Dollar Deal Ch 2: Dare
A Million Dollar Deal Ch 3: The Cake
Enjoy!
/Icingsugar

She felt the sun in her face minutes before she actually woke up. When she slowly drifted out of sleep she would see the sunshine as an orange hue on the inside of her eyelids, and then she slowly turned her face away from the sunshine and opened her eyes. She yawned, and stretched out like a cat between the sheets. She often did that, and not only in the morning.

This was one of the reasons she used to be called nicknames like Kitty, Kitten, or just Cat. Another one was her name. She was Katie. And that was not short for Katherine or something like that. She was baptised as Katie Elisabeth Sorenson. Katie didn't mind being called Cat. She had loved cats since she was a little toddler. Last year some wise-ass boys still in high-school had twisted that around to call her Pussy. She had blushed and turned away. But her best friend Claire had just smiled, walked straight up to them, and kneed the closest one of them in the groin. No-one called her Pussy after that. Claire was that kind of girl, and a really good one to have as a friend.

And it was a beautiful day. It should be. This was Katie's day. It was nine o'clock in the morning on the 12th of August. The day of her 20th birthday.

She rummaged through her drawers, selecting a nondescript bra and a plain pair of cotton panties. The kind she usually wore. She had this x-large t-shirt she used as a nightie. A Garfield head grinned out from her belly and the caption "I hate Mondays" was draped over the soft curves of her chest. It was her dad's actually, but even for him, a fairly average built man, it had been too big. So she had promptly adopted it as her favourite leisure and sleep wear. She stretched, and yawned until it felt like her jaws would pop loose before sleepily stumbling out into the hall and headed for the bathroom. 

As soon as she stepped out of her room, her big brother walked by. He grinned at her in his always so carefree way.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." he said as he walked past her door. He stopped, and took something from his pocket. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. This is for you. Happy Birthday, Katie."

It was a toothbrush. But it was an orange and black-striped toothbrush with the cartoon head of Garfield on the end of it.

"Awww, it's cute. Thanks."

"Well, you're not a kid anymore, so I thought I'd give you one last little-girl present. You'll get enough big-girl presents this weekend, when granny and the others comes down for the party. Well, see ya!" he said, as he darted down the hall and down the stairs.

She heard him exit, slam the door to his car and drive off.

The bathroom was only five short steps away, but it seemed like an eternity for the young girl. She needed that morning shower like nothing else, she always did. She closed the door, pulled off Garfield and quickly slid off and stepped out of her panties. Usually, she would then hit the showers and immersed herself in falling water. It always took a few seconds for the water in the pipes to get warm, but Katie didn't care. She loved when the initial jolt of cold water hit her face and body. It never failed to wake her up. The chill, slowly turning to warmth always caused her nipples to grow really hard and become extra sensitive. She used to play with her nipples sometimes. She loved the way it tingled when she pinched and pulled them lightly. But lately she directed her attention to the virginal mounds of her young pussy. She used to sit on her knees, legs spread far apart. One hand burrowed between her legs rubbing the outside of her crotch and one hand slowly massaging a breast, while the warm shower rain fell, caressing her whole body. 

This time though, she stepped out of her clothes and looked down at her naked body. A thought had hit her when she undressed. A thought that stuck. There she was, 20 years into her life, and still a virgin. Even though she had had boyfriends and more casual attempts at dates for years now, she had not done anything more intimate with a guy than some tongue-kissing. It was not that she felt that she needed sex. That would happen sooner or later anyway. It was just that she wasn't the kind of girl that would spread her legs on a first date, or even in a first month. And for some reason, no boyfriend had stayed longer than a week or two. She had pondered this on and off. Was it her? Was she too prude?

Claire had told her that it was because she was so hot she scared guys off. Katie had told Claire that she was full of shit. She knew she wasn't bad looking, but she was no supermodel. Claire's explanation didn't seem to make any sense at all.

Up until that morning however, she had had no idea just how stunning she really was.

Katie was a light-skinned girl, a treat acquired from her almost milky pale mom Helena, a former German exchange student that her dad, James 'Jimmy' Sorenson had met in college. Helena had a classic sophisticated beauty with blonde, almost white hair, skin to match it, a warm smile and a kind word never far away. They had married on graduation day, and immediately began raising a family.

And although Katie spent a lot of time out in the sun, her complexion stayed almost as creamy as her mother's, but with a hint of a smooth golden tan. At 5.4 feet she was just about average in height. Being an outdoor kid, she had always kept herself in good shape with various sport activities through the years. In fact, she was in great shape. Her body was that of an athletic young woman. There were not just thin limbs and childlike softness to her like on most girls her age. No, there were the distinct shapes of muscles under her skin. She had all the characteristics of a fitness model, but not taken anywhere near where it goes from sexy to bodybuilding grotesque. There wasn't much fat on Katie's body, but  enough to smooth out the skin and give her the right kind of curves in exactly the right places. Her breasts were firm mounds a little bit more than a handful each with pink areolas and nipples.

Her hair was a wavy blonde flow down to the height of her elbow, with an almost golden yellow hue. This was the one part of her body that she had always been very proud of and flaunted in public. She usually wore it tied up in the neck, cascading down her back and with a few strands deliberately hanging down framing her face in a carefully arranged careless way. A face that could be described as just delicious. Katie however had never seen that. Freckles everywhere as a child and a severe acne situation in her early teens had set it's marks on her self esteem. She could see of course that she was perfectly normal and not ugly in any way. But the effect that her charismatic blue eyes, her cute small nose and her ever so slightly pouting lips had on men, and many women, was like that of a candlelight. Something that was so pleasant to watch, that pepole forgot what they were doing in the first place.

She took a step back to see more of herself, and then another step, and a few more.

As she stood there, for the first time that she could remember, she tried to see herself as she looked from another persons perspective. And for the first time she began to understand what her feisty best friend used to say she was so jealous about. It began to dawn on her that she had been totally honest with her when she once said that Katie had "an incredible body."

"I'm incredible." she said to herself. It felt good to finally say it. "Sexy. Yeah, I'm a sexy girl. No, I'm a woman. A sexy, attractive woman." She giggled a bit. "...and the world is mine." she added. She had never felt so confident, so grown up, so...turned on. She quickly jumped into the shower, turned the shower up to maximum, and masturbated more intensively than ever before. After about ten minutes of rubbing her clit and massaging her pussy lips, her eyes shot open. This was different than ever before. Normally she would rub herself for a while and stop when she got bored. Now she felt a warm glow spread like hot water from her pussy and down to her knees, through her spine, all inside her belly and up to her breasts. A sensation was building inside of her so rapidly that she couldn't had stopped it even if she wanted to. She lost all control and fell on the side, never ceasing the frantic rubbing.

And then it hit her. Her body shook, she threw her head back and started trashing around like crazy. She let out a long, loud moan as her back arched and she came full throttle, humping her pussy against her own open palm. "Uuh...god...oh..GOD!" she exclaimed as the final wave hit her. She lay here for a minute, panting, eyes closed, mouth gaping, as the water poured down on her. She had heard about this. Claire had been sleeping with boys for over a year now, and claimed she always had an orgasm when she had sex or played with herself. But her description of how that felt was nothing like what Katie just had experienced. There were no words for it. She had exploded, from the pussy and out, and it had been the most incredible thing ever.

She was a beautiful, sexy virgin. It was her birthday, and less than an hour after she woke up, she had had her first ever orgasm.

When she finally emerged from the bathroom, she walked leisurely, wrapped in a towel, through the hall and into her room, where she dropped her towel and started rummaging through her closet and drawers. Now, where the hell had she put it? Ah, there it was. She took up two small items from her bottom drawer and laid them out on the bed. 

Two years ago, when Katie had turned 18, Claire and two more of her friends, Rebecca and Juliette from her soccer team, had taken her shopping in an adult store filled with everything from bondage gear to sexy lingerie. The four girls darted giggling from one clothes rack to the other, trying to find "something slutty" to buy Katie as a birthday present. After awhile more of giggling, pointing and gawking at the most outrageous things they could find, they hit gold. It was a shiny, low-cut pink lace bra with matching minimal panties. It was one of few items in the store that looked like it was actually made to be worn. And still, it had an incredible erotic aura around it, in a Lolita fantasy kind of way. Or like Claire thoughtfully had put it;

"It just screams 'Fuck me now!', doesn't it?"

Of course they bought it on the spot, and of course Katie never wore it. Besides, the bra had been a bit too big for her.

Since then her bust had grown a bit more, and the size of her current wardrobe was more in par with the thin, luxurious underwear. She slid on the silky panties and put on the bra with some effort. She had to take it off and adjust the strap behind her back a few times until it fit, but when it fit, it really did wonders. Katie firm, somewhat pointy breasts didn't care all that much about gravity in the first place. And stuffed into this pink frame the effect was simply amazing. Tucked in, they looked more rounded and mature at the same time as they were slightly pushed up and together, creating two generous globes that would look spectacular in a deep cleavage. She was also a bit surprised of how comfortable the skimpy lingerie felt. The back of the panties was just a thin strip of cloth that nudged in between her buttocks, and the front barely covered her bikini line. But they felt really nice, even when she tried sitting, walking around or even bending over and touching her toes. Despite the obvious purpose of the outfit, this was clothes that could be worn all day.

So she decided to. She felt good about herself, and wanted to feel sexy. She couldn't do much about the rest of the outfit she had to wear though. It was the same as always. Black shirt with a golden emblem, knee-length straight black skirt and conservative, nondescript shoes. It was called the Excel uniform. And it had nothing to do with spreadsheets. It had to do with spreading sheets though.

Katie had had the luck of landing a job at the Excelsior. Her chores at the exclusive uptown hotel was of the lowest rank, making beds, cleaning, filling the supply of soap and mini shampoo bottles in the rooms, that sort of thing. It was a shitty job, with shitty pay, certainly not enough to make ends meet and move away from home. For anyone wanting to work in the hotel and tourism business however, a job - any job - at the Excelsior was the holy grail. So she put up with the trite tasks and the odd hours. The workmates were nice people, it would shine on her future CV, and it sure beat flipping burgers. 

She put her hair up in the usual ponytail, went through her minimalistic make-up routine and, on a whim, put on some lip gloss. Then she headed downstairs, jumped into a pair of sandalettes and went outside. It was time for work, and she had the afternoon pass. The fact that it was her birthday was not something that chanced the schedule. Not that she had asked for any special treatment. She was a big girl now, and this was what big girl's did. She would have time to party, both with her family and later with her friends, this weekend.

An hour of commuting later, she stepped into the staff's entrance of the posh hotel. She had gotten to know most of the faces of people bustling about by now, and several of them knew her by name. So a few "Hiya, Katie", and even one or two "Cat" or "Kitten" met her as the zig-zagged her way through the ever present chaos that seems to reign any upscale restaurant's kitchen. She was going to check in with Waldo, and get her first assignment for the day.

That's how it always worked. Waldo was the foreman, just a few years short of retirement. Waldo was also a bit of a sleaze ball, and had actually made a few lewd passes at Katie the first week at work, until she became confident enough with some of the other women working there to get to know that Waldo did that to all women he ever met. All she had to do was to kindly tell him to go screw himself, and he'd stop. So she did. He had laughed, held up his hands, and given her a wide smile.

"Hey, take it easy, girl. A poor old chap has got to try, right? I'm just yanking your chain a bit."

From that day, Waldo had kept his tongue on a leash. In fact, Katie had become rather fond of the man.

"Hi, Waldo! Are you ok?"

"Jesus, Kitten! What have you done with yourself?" Waldo exclaimed as she walked into his office.

"What, is something wrong?"

"Wrong? Nothing is wrong. You look so goddamn right it almost hurts. You beam like I've never seen you beam before Have you eaten something nuclear? You're gonna need a bodyguard to fend off the riots of horny males you are gonna cause."

"And who should protect me from big bad you?" she said jokingly.

"I thought we agreed to give that a rest, Katie. You know I never meant it like that. Ok, I'm just as much a dumb male as anyone else, so of course I find you attractive. But you're young enough to be my grand-daughter, for crying out loud. No, I'm sharing a few hours a day with this piece of walking sunshine. That's enough for me."

"Walking sunshine?! Have you been smoking something, or is that some lame attempt to get into my pants?"

"No, it's not! Believe me, I'm not going to do anything that I'm not supposed to do, I promise. "

She hesitated. "So...if you were 20 years younger..."

"Honestly? You sure you want to know?"

"Yeah! What would you do if you were young again?"

"Then I'd smurf you like there was no tomorrow." Waldo said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Katie's mouth fell open. He just looked at her. "Hey, you asked!"

Suddenly, Katie couldn't help herself. She burst out into laughter. She couldn't me mad at this wicked, wonderful man.

"'Smurf'?!? Ok, ok, ok. I give up. But I still can't figure out what made you so dumbstruck just then."

"What did you expect? That nobody takes notice of you, when you prance around looking as stunning an any Playboy spread?" 

"Oh, get real! How could I ever look that sexy? Fully dressed, in THIS?"

"Katie, you could dress in garbage for all I care. Tarred and feathered you'd still be the prettiest girl on the planet. Come on now, the hallways of the filthy rich are waiting. Here's your list."

She had the top floor that day. That was always a treat, because that's where the wealthiest of the guests stayed. Fewer, bigger and more luxurious rooms. That was where the famous and the beautiful often lived. But not today. There was a biotech convention in town, and all the filthy rich executives were booked on the top floor. But it was still the best rooms you could get, and for a hotel maid it often meant a generous tip or two on the bedside tables. After the first ten, uneventful rooms of suits and ties and one with the obvious traces of 'high-class international escort'-activity, she pulled up the doors to the presidential suite, the finest the Excelsior had to offer.

There were people in there. Four men and a woman, sitting in the lounge part of the big room. Katie quickly mumbled an apology and backed out of the door again. But one of the men spoke up.

"Oh, don't let us disturb you. We're just killing time here, waiting for some friends. Don't let us stop you from doing your job."

"No, it's ok. I can come back later. It's no trouble." Katie replied. It was trouble actually, The schedule was as always pretty tight. If she couldn't do this room now, she'd have to skip a break to do it later.

"Oh, come on. I know how it works. We're messing up the plans here. Please come in, I'm sure they don't pay you enough to be bullied around by the likes of us anyway, right?"

Katie gratefully stepped inside.

"You got that right." she said. "And thanks. I'll be quick. You won't even notice me."

"Oh, I find that hard to believe." he mused as he looked her over. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Sir, if you don't mind..."

He laughed, apologized sincerely for his rudeness, and returned to his friends by the sofas. Katie went about her business, pretending as if they weren't there. That was pretty easy, as they just sat in the big sofa and the armchairs and spoke quietly. When she strolled over to their corner to check the rather generous mini bar for lack of peanuts, she could hear them talking.

"I say we do it." a dark haired, well groomed man said.

"Yeah, me too," said the woman, a tall, slender girl in Katie's age. The men all seemed to be closer to thirty. "But then again, I really don't have much say in this, do I? It's your fun."

"...and Dennis money, this time." said another one of the men. Blond, handsome, but almost a foot shorter than the others. "Your call, buddy."

The one called Dennis, the same man that had greeted Katie in the door, took a short break, mulling something over in his head. Then he finally seemed to make up his mind.

"Yeah, why not? She'll definitely do. Hey, excuse me. Uh, miss?"

"Yes, sir?" Katie said, by reflex.

"Would you like to earn fifty dollars doing absolutely nothing?"

"...excuse me?"

"I said, would you like to earn..."

"Ok, ok. I heard you. What... what do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. It's like in that movie...Four Rooms? Come and sit down for a while for a little chat, and I'll give you a fifty dollar tip. I promise you, that's all there is to it. We have something we'd want to discuss with someone like you, and we're willing to pay you for the trouble."

"Ok, what is this. Prank The Maid-day?"

"No no no. Ok, look. Here," he said and took out his wallet, from which he yanked five ten dollar bills and put them in the girl's hand. "take it! It's yours. There. Bye bye!"

Too surprised to know how to really react, Katie turned to leave.

"..or maybe a hundred dollars would be more interesting?" Dennis continued, and Katie's step froze. "That's right, your value just went up. One hundred dollars for just sitting here and answering a few questions."


A Million Dollar Deal Ch. 01



"All right...and that is all? Just sit down and talk? You're not expecting a blow-job or anything, are you?"

"For a hundred dollars? Don't insult yourself. If you were a call girl, you'd be pretty enough to charge me ten times that prize. Just a chat, girl."

With another second or two of hesitation, she agreed and sunk down into the big, comfortable sofa between Dennis and the woman. She knew she shouldn't, but for some reason they all behaved so up front and polite with her that any fears of what they wanted and why they wanted her there were shoved into a dark corner of her mind and instantly forgotten. And hey, a hundred dollars is always aa hundred dollars. It was her birthday after all, she deserved a little juicy tip. The other three men settled down in front of them on chairs.

"So," Dennis began. "first let us know a little bit about you. What's your name?"

At first, the questions were very innocent. Her name, her age, "Wow, happy birthday to you then!", where she lived, the life of a hotel maid, that kind of stuff. She also got to know a bit about Dennis and his friends. A combination of family money and Wall Street gambling had made them all filthy rich apparently, and their main job these days was to spend their riches as venture capitalists.

Katie began to enjoy all the attention from those 'perfect' people, and sitting there, resting her feet, and feeling like one of them was rather nice. That's when the questions all of a sudden tuned into more personal areas. Did she have a boyfriend? What was her religious beliefs? How was she raised? She cringed, but kept answering. If this was their power trip, then so be it. If she got up and left now, there would be no hundred dollar bonus. Was she a virgin?

"Hold on! Cut right there. There's a line, and you just crossed it. I'm not gonna answer any more of your questions, no matter what you wave in front of me."

"Not even five hundred? Come on, it's only one more question after that."

"Five hu... Jesus. All right. I... Phew. I haven't...done it. So yes, I'm a virgin, I guess."

"See, that wasn't so hard to say, now was it?" Dennis said. "Ok, then Katie. Or was it Kitten that you were called? Here's the last question, and I hope you understand that this is said with uttermost respect for you. Katie, I know it might sound strange, but please don't freak out now. The question is this: Would you ever consider having sex for money?"

Katie's mouth fell open and she immediately sided away from Dennis. That only meant that she almost sat in the lap of the woman in the red dress. She bounced back from her touch and sat blushing right where she started.

"No fucking way I would!"

"...for a lot of money?"

"No, I said. Not ever for a million..."

"...a million. You say that you would not let anyone into your pants for a million dollars?"

"I...well... What kind of a question is that?"

"A very serious one. Would you sell, or shall we say rent out, your body for a night for a million dollars?"

"Uh, well, I don't know! It's not like that's ever gonna be an option, right?"

"I see. Let's make it one then."

The room fell silent. Katie fell silent. Everything fell silent. Had he just said what Katie thought he said? Had he asked her to...

"...what did you say?" she breathed.

"I gave you the option. But hey, let's raise the stakes, and speak in franker terms here. We, the four of us, would like to, if you pardon my french, fuck you. Tonight, and all through the night in any way we want to. For this I would pay you one million dollars. One million to be our sex-toy, willing and without question, until tomorrow morning."

Katie just sat there, frozen, not even breathing, with her hands clutching the cushions of the sofa, staring intensively straight out into nothing.

"And to answer some questions before you even think of asking them," Dennis continued in a calm, matter-of-fact voice. "there will be no risk for neither pregnancy nor diseases. I can assure you that we're all spotless in that department, and Monica here have all the right contraceptives for you. We will not harm you in any way, and nobody outside this room will ever know what have happened. That's the deal. What's your answer?"

"You. Guys. Are. Seriously. Perverted. You  know that?"

"Not perverted, we just have a simple view on sex. We believe it can be enjoyed without shame or commitment. And I promise you, enjoy you would. We also have the money to buy almost anything in the world. So we've made it kind of a challenge to buy things that could not be bought. Like you. A beautiful, innocent woman, so far from a whore as anyone could possibly be."

Katie still hadn't moved an inch. Inside her head however, mayhem reigned. One side of her head was screaming to her to get up, get out and run like hell. Another told her to sit down, and think through things rationally, no need to panic. You can just say 'No thanks' and leave gracefully. A third voice was eagerly counting one million dollars in new, creative ways. The more she thought of it, the less arguments against it all she could find. Yes, she had never had sex before, but on the other hand, she was no kid. She was an adult and could do whatever she wanted with herself, including selling her body to a bunch of billionaires. But did she want that? The whole concept was so alien to her that she couldn't answer that question.

"It looks like you need some time to think this over, right?" Dennis said. "I don't blame you. It's quite a decision to make. I'll tell you what, it you're interested, come by here tonight. Hell, come by anyway, and we'll toast your 20th birthday together. Ok?"

"O-ok."

Numbly she stood up, and Dennis followed her to the door. He held out five hundred dollar bills and put them firmly in Katie's hand.

"Seriously," he said. "I really think you would enjoy this a lot. And don't worry, we don't bite. Unless you do."

With those words, Katie once again found herself out in the corridor, and in a haze she walked down back to the kitchens, to get her second assignment for the day. The hours went by, and somehow, operating on auto-pilot, Katie managed to get the rest of the working day behind her. Late afternoon she found herself stepping off the bus back home and headed up the sidewalk to her parent's house.

She went in, walked straight in to her room and closed the door behind her. She had some thinking to do.

Continued in A Million Dollar Deal Ch 2: Dare
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A Million Dollar Deal Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Dare

 This is the second in a series of three chapters. A Million Dollar Deal Ch. 01: Truth A Million Dollar Deal Ch. 02: Dare A Million Dollar Deal Ch. 03: The Cake 

"...For this I would pay you one million dollars. One million to be our sex-toy, willing and without question, until tomorrow morning."

The words echoed in Katie's head. The five wealthy hotel guests, the four handsome men and the sexy, smiling woman, and their offer to her. To her, the maid who just happened to be at the right place at the right time. Or was that the wrong place and time?

However hard she tried, she could never remember anything else about that afternoon. Thinking back at those hours, she had no recollection as to when she had made up her mind. But she did remember all the reasons. First, there was always the money. It was so much money that it almost hurt to think about. It would mean everything for her. A home of her own, a whole education, security and even lots of icing on the cake for years to come. But that was not why she finally decided to accept their perverted offer. She had been the quiet girl all her life. Never surprising anyone. Not even herself. It was time to do something about it. She had longed for an opportunity to go off the chart for months. This, this was sick. It was twisted, it was so taboo, so wrong. And that was exactly why she wanted to do it. Sexually, she had felt ready for the full treatment for a long time, but hadn't paid it much attention. Now it was all she could think about.

And that's why she, at exactly eight o'clock found herself standing in the corridor outside the expensive hotel suite. She was dressed in a classy, red summer dress that clung to her breasts, belly and hips, before widening and hung draped down her thighs to a few inches above the knee. She looked stunning, and this time she was fully aware of the fact. Nervously, she tapped her knuckles on the door. No answer. She was just about to leave, when the woman called Monica peeked out through the door.

"Ah, I thought I heard someone knocking. Hey guys! The birthday kid is here!"

"Great!" Denni's voice came from within the room.

"Come on in." Monica said, and Katie followed her back into the lounge room she had left a few hours earlier.

At first, there was no methion of any deal, or dollars or sex. They had ordered in a big birthday cake, complete with twenty candles. First she was properly introduced to the reat of the little crowd. There was the tall, pony tailed Roger, there was Aaron short, blue eyes, really handsome, the more plain but always smiling and good humored Chris, and Monica, the dark haired, olive skinned woman in her bubbly, playful mood. They had her make a wish, blow the candles, and they all toasted in some expensive champagne. Then Dennis finally put down his glass and stood up facing her.

"So, Katie. This is all very nice. But you know that you are not here to just drink champagne. We're all dying to know your desicion. Have you thought over our suggestion?"

Katie didn't trust her voice enough to speak, she just nodded.

"And your desicion is...?"

"In my life," Katie started, choosing her words carefully. "things like this just don't happen. All that money...it would mean so much to me. It's a whole different life. I could get a place of my own, I could help dad with the mortgages, and then do anything I wanted...so much. For what? Some sex? I mean, I was probably gonna do it with someone pretty soon anyway. And it would be pointless, overrated and dumb. It usually is the first time, right? At least here it would amount to something. So I'm gonna do this. But bear with me, ok? I really don't know what you expect of me."

"We expect nothing, girl." Roger said. "We'll let you know what to do."

"I just wonder," Katie said. "can I ask you guys something?"

"Shoot." Roger replied.

"Why? Why me, why all this money? Why didn't you just pick up the phone and call somebody?"

He chuckled softly. "That was alot of why. But the answer is simple. Because we can. Getting a call girl up here would be so easy. So cheap. Why settle for that? Think about it, we just bought you, a virgin, and we get to, well, fuck you all night. A whore, that is what they are even if they label themselves 'high-class escorts', would not be half as fun. They're jaded, actors. We get the real thing. A real woman, real sex, real reactions. So, why a million dollars? Half of that, even a tenth of that could probably had won you over, or some other girl like you. Why NOT a million? We can afford it, a thousand times over, and if we can turn someone's life around with that, isn't it worth it? By the way, before we get any further, have Dennis told you the technicalities?"

"Technicalities?"

"I guess not then. Here's the deal...."

The deal, the rules for the night were simple. From now, until nine o'clock tomorrow morning, Katie would do what she was told, without question or hesitation. He assured her that she would not be harmed by the ordeal, but that the sex itself might hurt, since this after all was her first time. Katie had expected as much, but hearing it talked about so upfront made her heart race and her gaze dance around in panic from one face to another.

Monica laughed a bright enegretic laugh, perfectly matching her bright, enegretic person.

"Hey, don't you worry, honey. I'll be here with you all night. If those gentlemen do anything against what's agreed, I'm gonna bitch-slap them into little cry-babies. They'll go far, allright. But never too far."

So, that was it. Tonight she would be their play-thing, and tomorrow it would all be over, and the party of five would leave for another town and another outrageous deal.

"To avoid suspicion," Chris explained with some pride the payment method that he had arranged. "to anyone but you Katie, it will look as if you just happened to win a bonus round of the national lottery. Yes, we have the means to do that. It's all about the right bribe in the right pocket."

With that, explanation time was over. Dennis stood up and took charge of the conversation again.

"I think it's about time. Katie, this is your chance to back out of this without a feather ruffled. Walk out with your five hundred dollar tip, and you'll never see us again. However, if you want to earn more money tonight than you might do in a lifetime, then this is where you give yourself to us. You stand up, take off your clothes, and have a very happy birthday."

So she silently stood up, and the rest of the men stepped out of the way as Dennis led her to the middle of the room. There she began, without ever looking up at the hungrily staring faces around her, by crouching down and removed her shoes.

"Very good, now your pretty dress."

She stood there motionless. She looked helpless from one face to the other.

"I...I can't."

"Ooo kayyy. Hesitating already?" Dennis said. "Take it off, or we're done here."

"No, I would, but I can't. Honestly. ...just...help me reach the zipper..."

Dennis sighed, "Why didn't you just say so right away? Chris, can you help our little darling out of that thing?"

"I most certainly can." he said as he walked up behind her. She could feel his breath on her neck, and she gasped in shocked surprise as his hands grabbed hold of her hips.

What he did then even seemed to surprise not only her but the rest of the crowd too. Instead of pulling down her zipper from her neck, he let his hands roam down her thighs until he reached the end of the dress. He then began stroking her thighs upwards again. But this time on bare skin, slowly inching the dress up as his hands gently caressed the now almost paralysed girl's legs. She could feel the other's lustful stares as he caressed her thighs, hips, waist, slowly showing off more and more of the delicate treat that lay ahead of them. So embarrassing. So...liberating? In a strange way it was. Those men's eyes, taking in the sight, worshipping her beauty. Adoring her. Parallell to the embarrassment, she reveled in the undivided attention. 

When her crotch and finally all of her skimpy panties were exposed, she heard an unexpected voice. "Oh. My. God." It was Monica from the sofa. She was watching with a mesmerised smile dancing on her lips. Chris continued the relentless peeling of her dress, her tight belly now exposed as his hands rested just below her breasts. In one swift motion he slid up under the now tight hugging fabric and grabbed her breasts through the pink bra. She cried out softly in...what? Fear, surprise, humiliation? Confusion? Or by stimulation? As soon as she stopped, she couldn't remember. He gave her breasts a soft squeeze and whispered in her ear.

"Pull up your arms, Kitten."

Trembling, she did what she was told, and in one elegant motion, he peeled the rest of the dress off her, above her head and off her arms. Now she stood, her full young curves exposed for the very first time to the big, strong sexually charged men in front of her. Just then did she realise what she was wearing. Those tiny, almost see-though panties and the goddamn sexy, slutty 'fuck me'-bra that barely covered her nipples and left half her areolas exposed. Jesus, she must look like the biggest slut in history. What would they think of her now?

"Sweet Jesus!" breathed Roger. "She's spectacular."

"Yeah..." Dennis mused. "Where did you get those adorable things?" He locked her big deer eyes with his. "Come over here. I want to taste you."

"W-what?"

"No questions, remember? Now come."

She slowly walked up to the man who reached out, put his arms around her and pulled her close. His big hands were locked to her ass and her back, pressing her body against his. He let go of her back, nudged her chin up and promptly kissed her out of surprise already open mouth. She let out a muffled yelp and tried to wriggle away. But he had a firm grip and held her in place.

"Honey, now you're trying to resist again. Didn't we tell you that was not a part of the deal? Were you supposed to back off?" She shook her head. "Good. Let's start over. I'm going to kiss you and you're going to kiss me back. You do know how to kiss don't you?" She nodded.

"Well then..." he said as he again put his lips on hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

She nervously responded, licking the tip of the intruding tongue, before plunging out into a full, energetic french kiss that lasted until she ran out of breath. She broke it off, panting, her face blushing, and her knees trembling.

"Now that was a kiss!" Dennis exclaimed.

The routine was the same with Chris and Robert. They would grab her, hold her still and feel her up. Then they kissed her until she responded like they wanted her to.

Finally, she was handed over to Aaron, a short man only barely taller than Katie. Charming blue eyes and a winning smile met her as he caught her up and embraced her just like Dennis had done. He didn't kiss her mouth however. Instead he tilted her head back even more, and kissed her all over her neck and shoulders. Then down her arm. Then he knelt before her, and before she knew what happened, his tongue was circling her bellybutton, before sticking it in and leave a wet kiss. Then he worked himself down to her hips, thigh, leaving little kisses on the way. He reached up to her hips, spun her around and let his lips travel all the way up again, leaving kisses and licks up the back of her legs, her ass, and up her back. He pulled her close, and she cringed as she felt a hard bulge in his pants pushing itself in between her cheeks.

"This is gonna be a great night." he whispered before releasing her.

Eyes closed, so nervous, so excited she could barely stand, she was nudged out into the middle of the circle of men again. All thought of backing off had long since vanished. Those men was going to take her, touch and taste her body, push themselves inside of her. Take her virginity, in a way that she would never had dreamed of. Take possession of her. Fuck her, use her. She knew this now. But it was impossible for her to grasp what that really meant. She would soon find out.

In a neutral voice, Dennis commanded her to remove her last piece of clothes, as well as the gold chain around her neck. Slowly, she did what she was told. Then she stood there, naked, eyes shut, clutched over her breasts. That she still tried to prudently hide was beyond her own comprehension. It wasn't as if it would make any difference. But Katie was beyond common logic at this point.

"You shouldn't cover yourself, Katie." the voice of Roger said. "That body of yours doesn't have a single spot on it to be ashamed of. And why don't you straighten your back while you're at it?"

As if in trance, she let her arms fall to the sides and straightened up her posture. At least now she couldn't get any more naked, the stripping was over. She looked up, and saw with a mildly panicked fascination that the stripping really was over. The four men had all quickly removed all of their clothes. Four naked men stood in front of her with their eyes and hardening cocks aiming at her body.

She had never seen a grown man naked before, other than on pictures and the occasional nude-flash in an R-rated movie, but never one with an erection. She stared amazed and horrified at the scene before her, and her eyes were inevitably drawn to the man right in front of her. The man called Dennis, whose cock now stood full attention at the sight of the beautiful girl. How big was that thing? How bad would it hurt inside of her? Humiliation and confusion were a thing of the past. Katie was terrified.

The truth was, those men were no porn stars with unnaturally giant cocks. Granted, they were young, well built and attractive in their own right. Dennis cock, the one that her eyes were currently fixated on, was a pretty normal model. But to Katie, the perspective was different. It was hard, it was close, and it was meant for her. She saw a huge, muscular predator with a monster between his legs. 

"..oh...shit..." she whispered as he took a step towards her.

"It's time, Katie." he said. "Down on your knees." Again she hesitated for a few seconds. But finally she sat down on her knees and he came up to her, his cock hovering just millimeters away from her face. She could had reached out and licked the head, she realised. It was as if he could read her mind.

"Wet your lips, honey. And then soak my cock."

She reluctantly let her tongue touch his cock head, just as a small pearl of pre-cum formed at the tip. The slimy essence stuck to her tongue. And when she pulled back, almost too nervous to breathe, she looked down in horror-filled fascination at the string of sticky fluid hanging between them. The taste was not as unpleasant as she had thought it would be. It was thick, salty and warm, in any other situation, pepole would had called it 'an acquired taste'. It gave her a strange short moment of relief to concentrate on the signals from her tongue. It was weird, but it was nicer than the humiliation and degradation she was being put through.

Dennis urged her to go on, and bracing herself, she let her tongue coat the whole shaft with her saliva. When she was done she just sat there, not really daring to think of what would come next. He took her head between his hands and positioned her mouth right before his cock again. 

"Now, do you know how this is done?" he asked. But he didn't wait for an answer. "It's simple really. Open wide, don't bite. And try to relax."

With that he pressed his prick against her lips. They parted slowly and Katie opened her mouth, somewhat resigning to the inevitable invasion. The swollen cock, wet from her licking, slid in easily and soon his cock head was resting on her tongue. The salty, sweaty taste was stronger and heavier now. So strange, but still just a taste, nothing unpleasant. But the taste wasn't important to her right now. Her head was screaming at her. You have penis in your mouth. What is a penis doing in your mouth? This stranger has stripped you down and shoved his erect penis...no...his hard cock into your mouth! The situation was so alien, so utterly bizarre that she almost felt like laughing.

Without a word of warning, Dennis began to shove his cock even deeper inside of her. Katie gagged, put her hands on his thighs and tried to pull away. But with his hands firmly on the back of her head is was useless. The retching passed and more of the big cock was pushed into her mouth. With a final thrust, the whole length was buried to the hilt in her mouth, pushing a fair bit into her throat. She tried to grunt a wordless protest, but she couldn't breathe anymore, and instinctively began to panic. Then the cock was suddenly pulled out almost entirely, and Katie gasped for air. But the attack was not over, as the man began to rhythmically pump in and out of the helpless girl's mouth. All she could do was to try to take short breaths through her nose whenever he pulled out far enough.

Then she felt something else. Someone had come up behind her. With her face being relentlessly fucked she could not turn around and see who. She felt hands reaching around and cupping her tits, she felt a torso pressed up against her from behind and a hard cock coming to rest between her buttocks. The man behind her started to massage her tits, and for variation he would pinch and pull on her nipples. It stung a bit, but she also felt what she used to when she was masturbating, a slowly rising tingling sensation. She felt it in her pussy too. With all the incredible and bizarre things happening right then it was hard to form a comprehensible thought. 

"Mmf?" was all her stuffed mouth could say.

She heard the man behind her chuckle. It was Aaron. And it seemed like he understood her confusion.

"Don't worry girl. I know what you're thinking. A bit overwhelming isn't it? Just relax and let it happen."

With that he took one hand and put it between her legs. He massaged her pussy lips and slightly twisted one of her nipples. She felt his fingers trace the edges of her slit and part it. With a sharp sting of excitements she realised that she was already becoming wet down there. Aaron pushed his finger into her opening until he hit the barrier of her hymen. He then pulled out a bit and began a slow fingering. Katie felt a familiar warmth spread between her legs. Meanwhile, Dennis kept on fucking her mouth, constantly increasing the pace and force in his thrusts. He was breathing heavily and let out an occasional grunt.

"Oh, yes." He panted. "Your mouth feels so good. Suck on me, baby. Be a good girl now. Yes...that's it. Just a little bit more...I'm gonna cum...soon..."

Meanwhile Aaron increased his efforts on Katie's pussy. He was now shoving two fingers into her, while using his thumb to rub her clit. His other hand was still working on her left nipple, and his hard cock was softly pushing at the entrance of her asshole, coating it with his pre-cum. He was not trying to enter her, just using his prick as another finger stimulating her sensitive areas.

"Hold on tight, baby!" Dennis growled. "I'm cumming! ...yes!...Oh Fuck!"

He drove his cock deeper and harder into her mouth than ever before and buried her face in his crotch. This time he didn't pull out though. He just held her close and after a second or two he let out a loud grunt and the meat in her mouth twitched and spasmed as it pumped thick, hot semen down her throat. She retched and coughed, thus forcing the fluids up into her mouth, filling her with the taste of his semen. Another spasm and another, smaller load, was shot into her. Then the grip on the back of her head was released, and the cock in her mouth began pulling out. Soon she could breathe again.

Her first thought had been to cough it all up and spit it out, but all thoughts quickly left her mind. Through his friend's orgasm, Aaron had relentlessly worked the girl's pussy, nipple, clit and ass. And as the cum-soaked and gradually softening cock finally popped out of her mouth, her own orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Her body tensed up and her legs started to shake. This orgasm was much more powerful than the one she'd had in the shower, and as the first wave of it washed over her she shuddered, clamped her thighs together and her mouth formed a soundless scream. All through her spasms, Aaron held her tight, fingering her and squeezed her nipple and clit. When Katie's orgasm subsided, she just hung limp in his arms. Dennis kneeled in front of her, took his head in his hands and gave her a soft kiss on her lips.




A Million Dollar Deal Ch. 02



"Now swallow my cum, sweetie." She did, too spent to consider not to. He looked over at Chris. "Are you next?"

"In a way, yes." Chris replied. "But I won't last long."

He was sitting on a chair, stroking his cock. Apparently he had done so all since she had undressed, and now he was close to his own climax. He quickly got up and walked over to Katie, who was still being held up by the man behind her, and placed his cock head against her lips.

"Open up, quick." He commanded. As she did, he put about an inch of himself inside of her mouth and instantly let out a long sigh, when his cum exploded into her mouth.

"Lick me." he said. "Use your tongue, kitten." Katie wasn't sure exactly what it was he wanted her to do, but she tentatively let her tongue stroke the swollen head inside her mouth for awhile. Soft and dripping, he pulled out his cock.

"Now, it's time for me to return the favor. Come here."

He pulled her up to her feet and led her into the bedroom. He pushed her down so she laid on her back in the middle of the huge, luxurious bed. With her last orgasm out of the way, and some kind of self control returned to her, she looked up at him in a wordless question. He just smiled and grabbed her by the knees, pulled her back and dove in between her thighs. He immediately plunged his tongue into her, and she gasped at the sensational slippery feeling of his probing. But Katie was self conscious enough now to try to make him stop. The deal was to let them fuck her. For some reason, she still didn't want to allow herself to enjoy the stimulation.

This is about money, she thought. This is not about sex. Still, another part of her didn't care about appearances. She had already had an orgasm at the hands of one of those men, why deny it?

For now, the denial won. She tried as best she couild to push Chris' head away. He looked up at her and she could see her own juices glistering on his lips.

"Hey, can someone make her stop that? It's just annoying."

"I think I know just how to." Roger said. "Move her over here."

He came up to the bed and they positioned the girl so that her head hung over the edge of the bed. Roger stepped around and got on his knees in front of her. And when she gasped from Chris' renewed tonguing, Roger promptly buried his cock all the way into her mouth in one swift thrust. His cock was considerably longer than the three other men's medium sized ones, but not very thick. And with her neck arched back and her head upside down it slid in much easier than Dennis' had. Roger had been right. With a cock invading her mouth Katie couldn't care less about what the other man was doing between her legs.

But her body cared. Chris sucked, lapped and fucked his little sex-toy's pussy and started to rub and pinch her swollen clit. And as Roger pounded his cock into her he reached out and gave her tits a rough massage. After a few minutes another orgasm had her screaming into the cock, humping wildly up against Chris' face and reaching up, gripping and digging her fingernails into Roger's arms. The look of the young woman's perfect body trashing around in climax sent Roger into his own orgasm, and he unloaded his first gush directly down her throat. Then he quickly pulled out and left another load on her chin and down her cheek. He let go of her and staggered back a few steps.

"That was amazing. I've never fucked a mouth like that before. So, this leaves only you, Aaron." he said.

"You know I think I'll pass." Aaron said. "It's not like I won't get me some of those sweet lips later. I think we should get on with it. She sure looks up for it. I believe the honor is yours, Dennis?"

Katie knew what was going to happen. She just knew. Ever since her dress had come off, this was the moment that she had known would come. It all came down to now. Her 20 years and almost a full day as a virgin was about to end. Her innocence was to be taken from her by a man she had met less than an hour ago. She was about to be deflowered, penetrated, fucked. By a total stranger. Katie was so nervous, even a bit scared.

But yes, she was ready now.

 To be continued in A Million Dollar Deal Ch. 03: The Cake Please vote and send me a note if you have anything to say. /Icingsugar 



A Million Dollar Deal Ch. 03



Chapter 3: The Cake

 Thanks for all the votes and feedback on the first parts. Some of you objected that the setup was too improbable. Well, it's supposed to be a bit silly. :)

This is the third and last part. If you haven't, I'd recommend that you read the other two parts first. 

There she was, Katie, Cat, Kitten. Naked, molested, throat fucked and pussy licked by four men. Four men she had met just that day, who had made her an offer that had changed everything she thought she knew. There she was, so open, so vulnerable. And still, for a few more seconds, a virgin. For the incredinble amount of a million dollars, she had given up the rights to stay that way. No, there was no doubt now. Th good gorl had sold that title away. She was their whore for the night, their very own little virgin fuck-toy.

She was once again pulled to the middle of the bed. Gentle but firm hands spread her legs apart, massaged her nipples, a tongue licked her thigh, and another one licked her neck. Then they were all gone, and Dennis was hovering above her, with his cock aiming straight at her virgin hole.

"You know this might hurt a bit, right."

"I know." she said. "Just get on with it. And take it easy, ok?"

"I will, kitten. And don't worry, it will get better pretty soon."

He sunk his body down over her, and the tip of his cock head nudged in between her pussy lips. A short push, and Katie whimpered in surprise at the sensation of having her opening stretched out like never before. Another thrust, and she felt his cock bury itself until it poked at her hymen. Dennis halted and kissed Katie on the forehead.

"You have no idea just how good your pussy feels, do you? How does it feel for you? Filled up?" he asked. Katie just nodded

"Now it's up to you. I can do this slow, or I can do it fast, like with a band-aid. What will it be?"

"Just...do it, already."

Even before she had closed the last syllable, Dennis plunged deep inside of her, shredding her hymen, violently stretching her pussy around the invading meat. Katie screamed out in pain. Something had broken inside of her. She knew that it would, but she hadn't been prepared foir that sharp sensation. She bit her lip and shut here eyes But the most intense pain quickly subsided. It ached, but wasn't unbearable. Dennis cock was fully inside of her and the worst, she thought, was now over.

Then Dennis started to move, pull out, and Katie felt the ache ot that hard rod almost pulling her up with him, before he shoved his cock into her again. Was the hurt never going to stop? Then immediately pulling out and slamming in again. Pain shot through the girl's body with each thrust, and she clung to his shoulder as he slowly pumped in and out, in and out in silence. And slowly, the sensation of his hard, warm member sliding in and out of her tightly hugging cunt began to send more and more mixed messages. The pain subsided, and was gradually replaced by the same stimulation that had driven her to two orgasms already by the hands and tongues of the men around her. No, not the same, this time that wamth spread slower and stronger, but not as local and distinct as before.

She eased her grip around Dennis' body and began breathing more regularly again. Not ever slowing down, Dennis kissed her on the mouth, and sucked her tongue into his, she responded eagerly, and they slowly fucked and kissed for another minute.

"Felling better now?" he suddenly asked.

"Yes...this is...this is...nice." she whispered out the air between them.

"Oh, it's 'nice', is it? Well, I think I paid for naughty. So how about this?"

He slammed himself into her with full force, and began fucking her poor girl underneath him faster and harder than ever before, and with an ever increasing energy. Katie didn't have time to reply. She was too busy trying to remember to breathe. She was being driven harder and harder down into the mattress, and the raw, brutal, burning sexual sensation inside of her was distracting her from any rational thinking at this point. She said nothing, she just closed her eyes, and let herself be ravished.

Dennis' pace became more and more intense, and suddenly he plunged her cock as far into Katie's cunt that it felt like their hip bones collided. He held her close this time, and let out a long groan, as he shot a load of thick, white cum into Katie's no longer virgin cunt. After a few seconds of catching his breath, he pulled out of her and sat himself down between her legs. Warm, white fluids came trickling out of her, and travelled down into her ass-crack. She didn't care, there was only one thought in her head. That was it. She was not a virgin anymore. She had been so very fucked. And the night was far from over.

"Jesus Christ!" Dennis exclaimed. "You guys have got to try her pussy right now. That was incredible."

"Don't mind if I do." Roger said, climbed on to the bed. He gave Katie an inquiring look to see if she was up for more, and when she nodded and bit her lip, she promptly pushed the length on his shaft in between her pussy lips.

"Oh, yeah. You are so tight, you horny little thing." he panted. "That's right. Take it deep. Be my little whore now. Take my cock you dirty little slut!"

"Roger, dammit!" Dennis barked sharply. "What the hell are you calling her?"

"Take it easy, Dennis. I was just caught up in the moment. Monica loves it when I call her that."

"Well, this is not Monica. Katie is a good girl, and no-one is going to call her names. Got that?"

She blinked in disbelief. Had he just told Roger to mind his manners? The man was fucking her cunt, just like he had done to her mouth before. Dennis wanted Roger to fuck her into a cum-filled mess, to pump his seed into her and ultimately reduce her to his whore. But he asked him to do it politely!?!

"My apologies, Katie. I shouldn't have called you that. You are not a slut. I'm sorry." Roger said, never slowing down.

He apologised. He...apologised??? This was too much for Katie. The world was turned inside out, nothing made sense anymore. Her last grip of reality faded away, as Chris plunged his cock into her mouth. She climaxed for the third time a minute later, as Roger unloaded his cum up into her womb in a series of deep, almost brutal thrusts. 

They took turns now. Some resting while one or two others filled her up. She didn't actively fuck back yet. Instead she closed her eyes, parted her legs and let it all just...happen. And she kept on cumming like a clockwork. An hour and six of her orgasms later, all five of them collapsed on the bed in a naked, sweaty, sex-reeking pile. They all just lay there, breathing heavily, for about five minutes. 

As the men slowly got up, she finally managed to put words together into full sentences for the first time in quite a while.

"Ok...woah. " she said in a sleepy voice. "Are you...are we done now?"

Dennis looked down at her, bent down and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Not by a long shot, baby. We're just taking a little break. Don't you worry, we'll be back soon."

She had expected as much, let out a sigh and curled herself up where she lay.

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The four men left the room, exchanging whispered remarks and knowing smiles, as they went out into the kitchen, closing the door. Katie lay there on the side, motionless. Her hair was a mess, her legs were shaking, her jaws ached and her cunt felt beat up. 

Monica came over with a glass of champagne and a generous piece of the cake. She sat down beside Katie on the edge of the bed and gently brushed some strands of hair that had stuck to her cum-stained face. She spoke to Katie in a voice that was quite unlike her. She had seemed like a party-all-week girl, loud, bubbly and playful. Now she spoke with a soft, cuddly, almost purring voice.

"Girl, you're doing great. You're being really brave, you know, just letting them fuck you like that without losing it. They had to go much slower on me. I kept freaking out all the time at first. And I wasn't even a virgin." she said with a distant smile as if replaying a fond memory. Katie looked up at her, a little startled, but nothing really surprised her at this point.

"What? Did...did you, and they..."

"Those guys, and Joel and Billy too. They are brothers, the most gorgeous men you could ever imagine. They couldn't come on this trip though. Poor them."

The dark haired, slender woman looked down at the girl lying beside her. She slowly, almost absently, let her fingers wander from Katie's feet, up to her thighs, hips, the side of her breast and up to her neck, cheek and let it rest in her sweaty hair. She spoke, almost to herself.

"Do you even know how amazing you look? I could kill for a body like yours. You look so...healthy. You look strong, you've got muscles. Not too much though, just...right. Compared to you, I'm a stick with tits."

She stroke her hair in silence for a minute. Then she laughed, showing more of the feisty, bubbly girl from an hour ago.

"Wow, that was some show you put on. I wish they'd done me when I was a virgin. It must be so incredibly overwhelming." She nudged her and said, more directly, "Come on, Katie, you've got to eat. You'll need the energy."

Katie shook her head. "Thanks, but I'm not hungry." she murmured.

"Yes you are." said Monica. "You haven't had anything except for a shitload of work-out and, what, five loads of cum?"

"...seven..."

"Counted did we? Ok, seven then, but it just isn't a meal, you know. Come on girl, you need some fast energy. You need something sweet."

She took up the plate and gently but promptly began to spoon-feed the sweaty, naked and exhausted girl, as if she was an infant. Katie finally gave in to her own hunger, opened up and began to eat. The strawberry and cream cake took away most of the thick semen taste, and it kept her preoccupied. A few mouthfuls of champagne cleared away even the faintest trace of cum from her mouth, and as Monica cleaned her face up with a wet towel, the most of the smell also faded away. Slowly, Katie's body began to relax. Instead she felt an odd calmness like she had never felt before. Though her thoughts were still in turmoil, her body seemed to had surrender to the fact that she was not in control over it.

And while she lay there, hearing the dampened voices of the men in the other room, feeling Monica stroking her hair and rubbing her belly, Katie's messed up mind slowly began to put a few pieces together. She knew now that she was safe here. The men who had pumped themselves into her body, filing her mouth and pussy with hot seed might cause her humiliation and physical pain. But they would not harm her.

A blown out candle lay on the now empty plate. Monica picked it up and rolled it thoughtfully between her thumb and index finger.

"What did you wish for?" she asked.

"What?"

"When you blew out the candle and made a wish, you seemed to have something special on your mind."

"Oh, nothing."

"No, tell me. Come on."

"I wished..." Katie began, then stopped. "...I wished my life wouldn't be boring...."

"Well, I guess that one just came true, eh?" Monica said with impish smile.

"I didn't quite mean it this way." Katie replied with a soft giggle.

She paused, the voices from the kitchen had fallen into silence.

"I think it's time for the second round," Monica said.

Katie, who had almost forgot that this was just a temporary respite, began to breathe fast and tense up again, as the butterflies in the stomach returned.

"Hey, try to relax, Kitty. They are going to have their way with you all night, and there is really nothing you can do about it. Backing out now would leave with nothing but a gang bang to remember. So just let them have their fun, and try to enjoy it, ok."

Katie's reply was a faint whisper. "...I'm trying..."

Chris came out from the lounge room and sat beside the girls. He patted Katie playfully on the butt cheek and asked in a merry voice;

"Ready for part two?"

Katie nodded where she lay. "Sure. I mean, it's not like it's gonna get any worse...better...more. Oh, you know what I mean."

"Perfectly. But you're wrong. There is still a virgin in you that we need to rid you off."

"What are you saying...oh. Oh god. Oh...jesus. There too?"

"You agreed to the full treatment, and the full treatment can't really be considered full unless we have filled you up in every way, now can it?"

They were going to take her in the ass. Before today, guys hadn't even touched her tits. And now she was going to get ass-fucked by four guys in a hotel room. Ass-fucked for money, like the whore they had made of her. She had already gone too far to back out now. She shook her head to Chris' question.

"Great! The others will be out shortly. I just went ahead to prepare you."

He began to slowly caress her pussy, slipping a finger inside of her. Just relax, sweetie...was it Kitten people called you?" ha asked. Katie nodded. "I like that. It's cool...very sexy. Mind if I call you Kitten?"

"No...sure, I don't mind. Go right ah...aaa!" Katie suddenly gasped out in surprise as Chris inserted his cum coated index finger into her ass to the second knuckle in one resolute push. It didn't really hurt, she was just so unused to the sensation. A sensation that intensified when Chris began to wriggle the finger around a bit, before pulling it out and shoving it in again.

As he did this, he continued working on her pussy with the other hand, and she sensed the familiar feeling blow back into life again, this time piqued by the nastiness of the ass fingering. She threw her head back and bit her lip, panting absently.

"You like it?" Monica asked.

"Uh-huh..."

"I thought you would. Chris is a master at this."

"Why, thank you, baby." Chris said with a grin aimed at the brunette.

And as she, by the expert hands of Chris, had another shattering orgasm, the three other men walked in. Without another word, they gathered around her on the bed. put her up on all fours and made her spread her legs open. Her puckering, lubed up asshole were their for the taking. Suddenly, she felt a probing know at her opening. She looked back and saw Dennis smiling back at her.

She held on to Roger, who had sat down in front of her, she clung to his torso and bit down on his shoulder in pain as Dennis' cock head stubbornly gained more and more entrance as he pushed on and finally stretched her virgin ass open enough to continue in. Chris was still rubbing her clit, and those surging sensations helped ease the pain a bit.

"So...goddamn...tight!" Dennis exclaimed behind her back. "You're incredible baby."

Then he started pushing on again, ever so slowly rocking back and forward, working his cock into Katie ass, in perfect sync with the girl's groans of discomfort. When his manhood was finally buried inside of her, he immediately started pulling out again, also ever so slow. It felt like being turned inside out, and Katie screamed out loud.

"Oh, god! I can't take it! Make it stop! That fucking hurts!"

"Never said it wouldn't, baby." Dennis panted. "But if we stop now, you walk with nothing, that was the deal. All or nothing."

It hurt every time they filled her, it hurt every time they pulled out. But the fingers, and after a short while also cocks, in her pussy and the grip on her nipples and clit still fed her with extreme pleasure. She balanced there, with different intense sensations radiating from every hole, in the grey zone between pain and pleasure. An occasional cock in the mouth would complete the picture, but most of the time, the men were all concentrated on the rhythmic, methodic pounding and overall abuse of her cunt and ass. Again, she was barely aware of where she was or even why, but that was of less importance. Every brain cell was filled with the fucking of her holes and the inevitable buildup towards the next orgasm.

By now she was meeting every thrust with one of her own, both in ass and cunt, racing as fast as she could to another orgasm, even the pained stretch of the anus sending tingling jolts through her body by now. And then, suddenly, as if on an unspoken command, they all pulled out, and took a step back. On the bed, on all fours, naked, shiny from sweat and cum smeared all over her body, and shaking with exhaustion and an impending climax, she frantically looked over her shoulder at the smirking quartet now standing by the bed.

"What...that are you doing?!"

"Have our little kitten made up her mind now? She moves like the wants it. She looks like she wants it. Does the say that she want it too?"

"P-please, just...nnngh...come on...please..."

"You can do better than that, baby. You know what I want to hear. Say you want it."

"Just...do it..."

"Say it."

"...please Dennis, pleeeease...put it in me..."

"SAY IT!" he roared.

That did it. Her final defense broke down. After hours of accepting, it was her time to need, to crave, to demand. She filled her lungs and shouted like possessed.

"Yes! I want it! I want you damn it! I want all of you takemenowpleasefuckme! Come ooon!"

They bore down on her like a pack of hungry wolves, and she eagerly took them on, milking, fucking, sucking whatever she was fed, in whatever way she could.

And so it went, as night turned into midnight, and midnight turned into early morning. She was driven deep into depravity by pounding hard members, she was floating on the rapture of orgasm after orgasm until she faded away, motionless and breathless from exhaustion. And then the brutal fucking cocks was replaced by the gentle angel with the birthday cake. She talked to her, held her, stroke her hair and fed her until she was strong enough to continue.

The edges of the world blurred and faded away. She found no words to think with, she couldn't remember where she was, she found herself forgetting who she was. She was all cunt in a world of cock. She was a little girl in a world of cake.

And finally, she was neither. She was nothing. She stared up into Chris' face and he shot the last of countless gushes of semen into her eager body. She smiled up at him, and he smiled back. With that everything faded away as the long, exhausting hours finally took possession of her. She slept and slept and slept.

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She felt the sun in her face minutes before she actually woke up. Somehow, it felt a lot different than the morning before. In her slumber she realised that it wasn't only because she was an entirely different person now. No, the light was warmer, heavier than other mornings. She opened her eyes to the light and saw that it shone from a different direction. She was still in the hotel room, tucked in between the sheets. 

Katie felt like breakfast. She felt like a lot of things. Most of all she felt profoundly changed.

She looked over her shoulder, and into the sleeping face of the man who had made her a whore for the night. He lay beside her on top of the sheets, and he was fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. In this morning light, he didn't look so smart, powerful and intimidating. It was just a...guy. She lay there and looked at his peaceful face for a minute before her craving for breakfast got the better of her.

She sat up in the bed, and realised with some surprise that she was dressed for sleep. She wore a big white t-shirt with the caption Built by Beer in big red letters and a pair of plain cotton panties, she was clean, dry, and her hair smelled of shampoo. Strange, how did that happen? She had expected to wake up a naked, sweaty and sticky mess. Now the only thing that hinted of the extreme night she'd had was the feeling between her legs. But what a feeling. She felt swollen, beat up and kind of hollow. Like she was so stretched out down there that only another hard one inside of her could counter it.

Dennis stirred, opened his eyes and looked up at her. "Hey, baby."




A Million Dollar Deal Ch. 03



"Good morning, or something." she said. "Um, did you, you know, clean me up?"

"Both me and Roger actually. You were really wasted. So we gave you a shower and tucked you in."

"Thanks, I appreciate it. Whose are those?" she said and tugged at the side of the panties. "Monica's?"

He nodded "It was the least we could do. You gave us the best ride ever yesterday. It's good that you finally decided to wake up, I was almost a bit worried."

"Hey, it looks like you outslept me, Dennis." she said.

"Me? Oh, I've been up all day. I just checked in on you an hour ago and took a nap. At least I think it was an hour ago. What time is it?"

"Four thirty."

"Ouch. Make that three hours. I guess we all had ourselves a real workout last night."

"I don't think you are in a position to complain here." Katie said with a tired smile.

He laughed. "No, I guess not. So how are you feeling, baby?"

"Hungry. Tired. Brutally fucked. My butt hurts."

"Don't worry, it'll get better."

"Oh really, how do you know? Been ass-raped lately?" she said sharply. More so than she had intended.

"Hey! It wasn't rape, and you know that. Did it really upset you that much?" Dennis asked, as he sat up beside her.

"Well...a bit, yes. I loved everything else...after a while, that is. But frankly, having my butt pounded by a big hard dick was nothing but uncomfortable and painful. Don't ever do that again."

"Didn't we go through this yesterday? We're done, and we're out of your life forever, except for a check in the mail. Unless you wanna keep in touch, of course." He paused. "I like you, kitten. And if you're interested, I'd love to have an encore, just you and me this time. Would you want that?"

"I don't know. Maybe later some day, if you play nice. No anal probing."

"I'll be as soft as cotton candy if you want me to. But you know, it really did look like you liked it."

"Truth is, the rest felt so good I almost didn't mind. I would had enjoyed myself a lot more if you guys hadn't tried to push my shit back in all the time. I probably could had cum non stop for hours. I'm so sore I doubt I can even stand up and walk right now, and I really need to get something to eat or I'll just die."

"I'll fix that for you. Stay here and rest and I'll get you some food."

He stood up and headed for the door. In the doorway he turned to her.

"I'm really sorry about, you know, the...ass thing. We didn't mean to hurt you, honestly." he said.

He looked like a little kid apologizing to the teacher for cursing in the classroom. She smiled at him, how could she not forgive him?

"I'll be fine. And I think the correct term is anal intercourse, and not 'ass thing'."

"God, you're sexy when you're snotty. So, we are cool then?"

"Sure, we're cool. Now get the hell out of here and bring me my supper!"

He grinned at her. "I'll be right back!" And he was gone.

She laid back, pulled up the big t-shirt and caressed the skin down below her belly. She knew that the sperm of her four lovers, her four fuckers, her customers, still sloshed around in there, somewhere under her palm. Although she was quite certain she could avoid a pregnancy this time, she made a mental note to call her doctor about birth control pills. That last thought caught her by surprise. When she thought about it, it was clear that sex was going to be a big part of what she was. She wanted to have a lot of sex from now on. To give and get pleasure, to seduce and to be seduced, to tease, to be touched, to be in control, to be dominated, to fuck and to be fucked. With who she didn't know, and didn't care. She'd know when the time was right. But not now. She was too tired, too sore. It would have to wait.

After a few minutes Dennis appeared with a tray of sandwiches, fruit, milk and a pack or Oreos. Katie immediately stuffed her face, and tried to frantically thank him between bites.

"You know," Dennis said with a grin. "I can't imagine what I saw in you yesterday. You look absolutely ridiculous talking with your mouth full."

She made face at him. "Depends on what it's full of, right?"

"Ha-ha, you got a nasty little mind, baby."

"I learn from the best." She grabbed another sandwich, already feeling the hunger subside.

Katie Sorenson was a beautiful, sexy and very sexual young woman. It was the day after her 20:th birthday, and from that day on, nothing would ever be the same.

 Thanks for reading this little three-part romp. Votes and and feedback are as always appreciated.. /Icingsugar