Filthy Surrender:The Forbidden Files

Sold to the Mafia: In-house Auction (2)

Chapter Two –

“I'll need extra lubrication for this”.

I heard him rasp behind me, c**k rubbing lazily against my asshole.

“On your knees”, he said.

“What? I—”.

He dragged me off the couch and I dropped to the floor, the carpet burning my knees as I stared at his polished shoes.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. “Open”.

Once I did, he shoved himself inside my mouth not waiting for permission. He didn't even need one, he had bought me.

“Mmph!”. I gagged, tears springing to my eyes, but he held me there, f*****g my throat with shallow but punishing strokes.

I tightly closed my eyes, choking and struggling to breathe through my nose but the smell of c*m filled it.

Is this how I was going to die?

His low, animalistic grunts made me open my eyes again. “Suck it, Puttana. Show me you're worth the money”.

My eyes rolled back as I sucked, hollowing my cheeks and letting him use me. My jaw was aching and drool slid down my chin.

He pulled out after a minute, and a string of saliva connected his tip to my lips.

“Better”, he said and shoved me back onto the couch face-first.

I landed on the leather, and my cheeks were pressed to the cool surface. He climbed on behind me, causing his weight to dip the cushion.

His fingers traced down my spine, and over the curve of my ass then dipped between my legs.

“Ahh…”. I gasped as he found my p***y wet from how he'd f****d my p***y earlier.

“Filthy little cunt”, he murmured, and pushed two fingers inside me.

I gasped.

He curled his fingers until he found my spot and pressed hard. My hips bucked and he laughed but then it didn't take long before he suddenly withdrew his fingers then I heard him spit.

Then something blunt and thick — his c**k pressed against my asshole.

“Wait—”. I started, but he shoved in.

The pain was blinding.

“Ohhhhh f**k!”. I screamed into the leather, p***y clenching emptily. “Please, no— Stop”.

But he pushed deeper, going inch by inch while his hand clamped my hip to keep me still.

“Take it”, he growled. “You're mine. Every hole is mine”.

“Mmm…”. I sobbed, my fingers clawing at the couch.

Then he started to move slowly at first, then he moved faster, grinding into me.

“Uhhhhh….”. The pain blurred into a dull, stretching ache, and beneath that, a treacherous heat began to build, causing my p***y to clench around nothing.

“That's it”, he said in a ragged breath. “Feel that? I'm owning your ass now. Every time you sit, you'll remember who put his c**k in you”.

He f****d me until I was moaning in broken sounds that didn't sound like my own. Then he pulled out abruptly, flipped me onto my back, and lined up at my p***y.

“Still sore?”. He asked but didn't wait for an answer before he shoved in.

“f**k! f**k!! Fuuuuckk!!!”. I cried out.

My cunt was raw and swollen from the first round but still, his c**k filled me perfectly, and despite the burn, I felt my walls clamp around him hungrily.

“Tsssss, yeah, tssssss, yeah”. I moaned, arching off the couch.

He leaned down, his weight pressing me flat as his mouth found my n****e. My eyes fluttered close. He sucked hard, grazing his teeth over the sensitive peak.

“Yeahhh….yeah, uh yeah…”. I arched, a moan tearing from my throat.

He released my n****e with a wet pop and switched to the other, biting down until I yelped.

“Please”, I gasped. I didn't know what I was begging for.

To stop or to f**k me. Harder?

His hand slid between us and two fingers found my c**t, rubbing in tight circles. He kept f*****g me, deep and slow, while his thumb pressed the nub and while his fingers moved.

“Ahhhh….ohhhhhh”. I felt the orgasm building. It pulsed pressure behind my belly. “Yes—yes—”. I bucked against him.

But then he pulled his fingers away. “Not yet”.

I whimpered at the loss, which made him laugh again. His c**k slid out of me and I just lay there, trembling like a live wire.

“Sit up”, he said and I struggled to my knees. He gripped his c**k that was still slick with me, and tapped it against my lips. “Open”.

I opened my mouth and he fed it in. And me? I sucked desperately, messily, wanting to please him so he would let me come.

He groaned, his hips thrusting gently into my mouth while his hand cradled the back of my head.

I used one hand to hold his c**k, guiding it into my mouth, while the other one squeezed my breasts, pinching the n****e. My hand slid down to rub my c**t but he yanked my hand away.

“Swallow everything”, he said. “Every drop”.

I moaned, feeling his c**k pulsed as hot liquid flooded my throat. I swallowed, gagging, but I kept swallowing until he was done.

And when he pulled out, I gasped for air, licking my lips without thinking.

He smiled. “Good girl”.

Then he pushed me onto my stomach, lifted my hips, and entered my p***y from behind. His balls slapping against my swollen c**t in wet sounds.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

“Yesss. Yess…ohhhhh f**k! Yes!”. I was a moaning mess as he f****d me hard, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.

I moaned into the leather, my body shaking with each thrust and the heat built again and this time, he didn't stop.

He reached around and rubbed my c**t fast and rough with his thumb.

“Oh f**k! I'm about to—”. I couldn't complete the statement as I shattered, screaming into the couch while my cunt continuously clenched around him, milking his c**k.

He followed seconds later, groaning “Puttana” as he spilled inside me.

We stayed there panting while his weight pressed me into the couch. And when he pulled out, I felt empty and used, but I was still aching.

I wasn't sure if I was aching from the pain or from the need for more.

He stood, zipped up, smoothened his hair, and looked down at me.

“Welcome to your new life”. He said like it was something to be happy about. “Wait for me”.

I lay there, naked, wet, and trembling as he walked out of the back room, door clicking shut behind him.

If there was one thing this experience taught me, it was to never volunteer to save someone else.

Especially not when volunteering included being auctioned at a w***e-house.

But I was now a part of this.