Chapter 14: Auctioning off the Gold-Digging Bitches

Note: This story was commissioned by n1one years ago. Enjoy.

I left Bridezilla sweating off those pounds by cheating on her fiance in humiliating acts. Her tears rolling down her face now that she understood what love was but still couldn’t stop herself from being a whore, satisfied me. It made my dick throb. But now I had to deal with the mother and the younger sister.

Mrs. Goldberg was the root of this cancer. She had raised Bridezilla to be a selfish cunt, the epitome of hypergamy. Getting the richest man to provide for her while fucking every alpha stud she could on the side to satisfy her whorish desires. The mother would be just like her daughter.

A gold-digger.

My plans were delicious. This wouldn’t be a fast one. It would take time to set up my idea, but it would be worth it. She deserved to be punished far, far more than her daughters. The youngest might even be salvaged.

If not, she could share her mother’s fate.

Natalie strolled along beside me, clutching my arm and humming in delight. Her big boobs heaved as we moved through the white wedding dresses. I wonder which one she would pick for our wedding. I reached the backroom where the mother fumed.

“What is taking so long,” she snapped at me. “My daughter has appointments.”

“She’s getting fit,” I said and glanced over at the poor seamstress and her eighteen-year-old daughter. They were polite and courteous. The seamstress took the blame for the bride putting on those extra pounds and not quite fitting in her wedding dress. “I want you and your daughter to find a nice, comfortable spot and sixty-nine. You two deserve a nice, lesbian and incestuous orgasm after putting up with those two.”

“God, yes,” breathed the seamstress.

“Come on, Mom, I’ll make you cum hard,” the daughter said, a bright smile on her lips.

“I’m talking to you!” hissed the gold-digging mother. She had big tits that jiggled in her expensive dress. I clung to her body. Her brown hair swayed about her face in an expensive hairdo. She planted hands on hips and glared at me.

The daughter, a slender girl with the same brown hair, stared at her phone, fingers typing away. She didn’t care what was going on around her. She was lost in her own world. Smartphones ... How I hated what they had done to people. Turned them into rude and ungrateful shits. People would just pull out their phones in the middle of conversations like you didn’t matter at all.

My hands clenched into tight fists.

“You taught your daughter to have a bitchy mouth,” I growled at the mother. “It spews nothing but filth.”

The woman gasped with indignation. “That’s rude of you to say.”

“Since your mouth is so used to filth, suck my cock clean of my beautiful Natalie’s asshole. I had it deep in her bowels. Suck it clean because that’s all your mouth is good for, cunt.”

Anger filled her eyes. “Cunt!” she hissed and fell to her knees. “You are the rudest, foulest, most—”

She cut her own words off by swallowing my dirty dick. Natalie shuddered beside me, a look of delight in her eyes as the gold-digger bitch worked her mouth up and down my cock. I could see the humiliation in the bitch’s eyes.

“She hasn’t sucked cock in years,” Natalie asked. “Not since you got your husband, right?”

The bitch just moaned as she sucked. She could taste that sour flavor of my fiancee’s asshole writhing my cock. This delicious thrill rushed through me to know that I had so thoroughly humiliated her. She hated sucking dick. I could see it in her eyes. She didn’t like a man having power over her.

“This is your worst nightmare, isn’t it?” I asked, my dick throbbing in her mouth. “Having to be on your knees and worship a man. I’m not a simp who’s going to give you my checkbook and let you spend my money all over town on whatever selfish impulse flits through that shriveled heart of yours. Oh, no, I’m a man. You worship that dirty dick, whore. That’s all you are. A prostitute who sold herself to a man she despises for wealth and comfort.”

The woman glared up at me, such defiance in her eyes. She hated the truth settling on her. She sucked harder, her anger empowering her blowjob. The pleasure rippled through my body. My balls tightened, enjoying the delight she gave me.

“Now, you,” I glanced at the daughter. She was still on her phone. “Do you want to be like your sister and be a whore to trap a rich guy into marrying you?”

“Yes,” she said, not even looking up. “He better have at least seven figures in the bank.”

“Then put that dirty, filthy mouth of yours to use and lick my cum out of Natalie’s asshole,” I growled. “And throw that phone into the wall as hard as you can. Watch it shatter.”

She gasped and threw it hard. Sheer horror on her face as she watched it hit the far wall. The sound of glass shattering and plastic snapping echoed through the room. The screen winked out as it fell to the ground. She looked like she lost her best friend.

“That was the newest iPhone,” she groaned as she marched over to Natalie. My lover clung to me, rubbing her big boobs into my side as she thrust out her ass for the girl. “Fuck!”

She fell to her knees and parted those butt-cheeks. Her face blanched as she leaned in and licked at my fiancee’s cum-filled asshole. Natalie groaned in delight. I smiled at her as the mother polished my cock, sucking up and down my dick.

The pleasure swelled in my balls as the gold-digging bitch worked that nasty mouth up and down my cock. She sucked and slurped. Her hands grabbed my hips. Her fingernails bit into my flesh as she blew me, working that mouth.

“Yeah, you both hate it, but you want to be gold-digging whores. This is what it takes!”

“So gross,” moaned the girl. “Oh, god, I can taste her butt.”

“Mmm, get that tongue in me to really get the cum out,” purred Natalie.

“Do it,” I growled.

Natalie gasped in delight and trembled against me, letting me know the little whore was being obedient. She had her tongue licking and lapping and swirling around in my fiancee’s asshole. My dick throbbed at that news.

I smiled.

The gold-digger sucked hard on my cock. My balls tightened as I reveled in the disgust on her face. The humiliation at having to polish my cock clean. I reveled in it. My hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed down my cock.

I didn’t give her the command, I just forced her to deep-throat my dick. Her eyes bulged as I pressed my cock against the back of her throat. She gurgled. Gagged. She fought against me, but I was stronger than her.

“You have to polish every inch of my dick, gold-digging bitch,” I growled, forcing my cock down her throat.

Her gurgling sounds made my cock throb. I slipped my thick and long shaft down her gullet, making her to suck on parts of my dick still dirty. Natalie shuddered beside me. Her hand joined mine. She helped me hold the bitch’s head in place. Her help wasn’t needed, but that didn’t matter. It was the gesture I appreciated.

I turned my head and stared into her eyes. They shone, green and bright. “I love you.”

She kissed me with love. She was no gold-digging bitch. She didn’t care about my wealth. She cared about loving me and helping me punish bitches. We had found something we both enjoyed. Something we were both good at.

I kissed her hard as the gold-digger and her daughter degraded themselves. I pressed the mother’s lips all the way to my bush. Every inch of my cock was in her mouth. Her angry moans hummed around my shaft. My dick throbbed, the ache to cum building and building.

Natalie’s tongue danced with mine. She was such a gorgeous creature. Perfect in so many ways. I kissed her with hunger, loving the taste of her against my lips. My tongue danced with hers. I kissed her with all the passion that I could muster. It was glorious to enjoy. This fantastic delight. I sucked hard on her tongue. I nursed on her with every bit of passion I had. She groaned, kissing me back with rapture.

She broke it. “Oh, god, Sir, the little whore’s going to make me cum. She’s got her tongue in me.”

“Good,” I said. “The gold-digger hates it, but she has to make me cum. She has to drink it all down like the filthy, gold-digging slut she is because I’ll give her so much money.”

Her eyes widened.

“That’s right,” I said. “You’re going to find out just how many millions your worth, bitch.”

She sucked hard.

I released her head and let her slide her mouth up my cock. She nursed and suckled with such enthusiasm. I groaned, savoring the pressure building and building at the tip of my cock. I groaned, my nuts tightening beneath her enthusiasm.

“Look at how much of a whore you are,” I groaned. “I say millions, and you suck my dick like a porn star.”

She nursed on me. She moved her hands, one grabbing the base of my cock to stroke it, the other massaging my nuts. The greed danced in her eyes as she forced herself to enjoy my cock with all her might. She swirled her tongue around it, showing all the deceptive ways she had trapped her husband.

He had thought she loved doing this, but she had been thinking about the money, forcing herself to enjoy it.

I smiled, eager for her to realize something vastly important. But I didn’t want to spoil the surprise for her as she nursed on my cock. She stroked my base, massaged my nuts, and bobbed her head. Her plump lips, injected with collagen, worked up and down my shaft. My nuts tightened.

“Cum in her mouth!” hissed Natalie. “Oh, Sir, just flood the whore’s mouth with your jizz. You’re going to make her gag on it.”

“Yes, I am,” I groaned. “How close are you?”

“Almost there. Nothing like a brat to rim my asshole.” Natalie shuddered. “Oh, yes, you got that tongue deep in me, brat. You dirty slut. You don’t care how nasty that is. Ooh, yes!”

My Natalie trembled against me. I knew my lover was cumming. Her big, fake tits rubbed into my side, her boobs so soft and nipples so hard. I groaned, loving the feel of her rubbing against me. Her whimpers sang through the air, such a sweet sound to hear.

“Damn,” I groaned, my dick throbbing in Bitch’s mouth. I loved the feel of her. I came closer and closer to that moment of eruption. “Shit!”

I exploded in the gold-digger’s mouth.

“Drink all that cum! Show me you’re worth millions!”

Bitch gulped down my cum. She sucked so hard. She nursed on my dick, drinking down all that jizz that flowed out of me. I groaned, the heat blazing through me. Spurt after spurt of cum fired into her mouth.

She swallowed down every drop. She nursed out all that jizz. It was such a treat. I shuddered, the pleasure slamming into my mind as I kept cumming and cumming. She swallowed it all, faking that she loved it. She moaned like it was the best thing in the world.

I ripped my cock out of her mouth and spurted jizz across her face.

“Yes, yes, bathe me in your cum!” she purred with such fake, whorish delight. “Shower me in your jizz!”

“Goddamn, you’re a fucking pro!” I groaned. “I can’t tell that you hate this.”

I basted the gold-digger’s face. She had all the work done, good stuff, too. No wrinkles. A beautiful smile. Beguiling eyes. She had spent her husband’s money well. Now I coated her in my spunk. Bathed her.

“Oh, Sir, yes!” whimpered Natalie. “Look at her. She’s such a whore.”

“I am!” moaned the gold-digger. “Your whore!” In her eyes, I could almost see those dollar signs.

I fired the last of my cum on her face, smiling. Oh, yes, my idea would be a smashing success. Breathing in deep breaths, I came down from my orgasmic high. My blood buzzed with the rapture of defiling the bitch’s face.

“So, brat,” I growled, “after eating my fiancee’s asshole, you still want to be like your sister.”

“Yes, I do!” she moaned. “I can eat more ass. I can handle it.”

“So be it,” I said, smiling.

Natalie

The seamstress and her daughter helped me find my dress as the Mind-Controller made phone calls. The mother and the daughter were told to sit down and be quiet. They were both eager to get their millions.

I didn’t know what the Man was up to—I couldn’t believe for one moment those women would get millions—but I knew it would be naughty. I was so eager for it. The seamstress and her daughter both were so happy, their faces smeared in drying pussy cream. They had united in lesbian incest and buzzed from the affection.

“Yes, I think this is the one,” I said. “You can make this lower cut.”

“Yes, I can,” the seamstress said. “But you be careful, those big tits of yours might pop out.”

I shrugged. “That’s fine. I don’t mind being naked. Once you’ve had sex on a busy street corner with hundreds watching you, it’s such a small thing.”

“Wow,” the daughter said, staring at me with such awe in her eyes.

I slipped out of the changing room to find the Man smiling. “Dress chosen?”

“Yes, it is,” I said. “Your arrangements ready.”

“Oh, yes, it’s going to be great. I have Sotheby’s rented out. It’ll be perfect.”

I blinked. “That’s an auction house, right?”

He winked at me.

“Gold-digger and brat, come on!” he growled. “Time for you to earn those millions.”

The two women hurried out of the back. They were both naked now, the mother’s face coated in silvery streaks of drying cum. Her big, fake tits heaved the way before her. The brat had small breasts, all-natural titties. They both moved with alacrity, greed shining in their eyes.

The Man was playing one naughty game.

We headed outside Purely White Wedding Boutique and found Bridezilla riding another Black man while she sucked on a banker’s cock. Jizz ran down her back and covered her tits. She worked her hips, her body gleaming with sweat.

“Bridezilla, you’ll spend two hours a day doing this exercise on whatever intersection on Wall Street you want. You’ll do it until you hit your target weight.” I grinned. “And if you ever get heavier, well, you know what to do.”

She only moaned, still sucking on the guy’s dick.

Our maid, the one who drove me here in one of the man’s limos opened the door for us. We all piled in. The gold-digger and her brat were both giddy as they sat down on the seat. I cuddled up beside the Man on the opposite seat, my mind playing.

An auction house ... Things were suddenly starting to make such sense.

It wasn’t a long drive to Sotheby’s. Already, the Marquee out front was being changed. “The Gold-Digger and Brat Slut Auction” it read. I smiled. This was so hot. My pussy was on fire. We headed inside and were led to the back by the auctioneer, a tall man with a friendly expression on his voice. He wore a black suit.

There was some time to wait. I was nervous as we were backstage. I kept peeking out and groaned as the men started to arrive. They were all dressed in an expensive suit. Most of them were in their fifties, men who had accumulated millions if not billions of dollars. Some were young, men who’d hit rich with their ideas.

I shivered at the sight of them. These were the ones who would bid for the whore. Then I blinked as I noticed a seat in the front row dead center. It read, “Reserved for Mr. Adam Goldberg, III.” A shiver ran through me.

The bitch’s husband and the brat’s father. He would have a front-row seat to the show. My pussy clenched, my cunt on fire. Then I saw him. A stout, short man who was balding. But he was well-dressed. He had a sharp eye. He laughed as he greeted the men.

“Going to buy that whore off of me, huh?” he told one guy.

“If I win, she’s going to be taking my dick up her ass every day,” said one.

“You think your daughter’s a virgin?” another man asked. He was Arab, wearing a suit but having the red-and-white checkered headscarf on.

“That little slut?” asked Mr. Goldberg. “I’m just glad you can take the little parasite off of me. I’m marrying off one of the brats, but I still got her sucking at my bank account.”

“She’ll be sucking at my dick,” the Arab man said. “She is all-natural in the picture. Just perfect. I will put a collar around her neck and parade her around Riyadh. My war bride.” He laughed.

I shuddered in delight.

“Mistress Natalie,” the maid said, “Master wants you to wear this strap-on.”

I turned to the maid who held a thick dildo thrust through a black harness. I nodded, my breasts jiggling as I stepped into the straps. She worked it up my legs and then adjusted it on me. A naughty idea popped into my mind.

Fuck her in the ass, huh?

“Okay, we’re about to start,” said the Mind-Controller to the two gold-diggers. Bitch and brat were kneeling on the floor, naked and ready. They had their makeup done. “You have to be utter whores. The more sluts you are, the higher they’ll bid for you. We’re starting at a million for you Bitch, but you want to go for the most amount of money, right?”

“God, yes,” Bitch said, her eyes shining with greed.

“Mmm, I’ll be worth a billion,” Brat said.

“We’ll see,” the mind-controller said.

“Gentleman,” the auctioneer said, his voice projected by the sound system. “We have two women for sale. Two complete whores who will be willing to do any degrading act. Mrs. Miriam Goldberg is forty-six, has had extensive plastic work done to keep her looking young and healthy, her body is in great shape, and her breast job is a magnificent work of art. Our other auction is Miss Esther Goldberg. Eighteen, though not a virgin, she looks like one with her petite figure and all-natural breasts. She has a tight slit just begging for any guy to enjoy.”

A hungry rumble came from the men.

“Now, we are going to have the sponsor of this auction and his fiancee, Natalie, demonstrate their sluttiness then allow you fine gentleman to inspect the whores at your leisure. After that, we shall commence with the bidding.”

With a kick to the gold-digger’s rump, she crawled out onto the stage, the brat following her. The men groaned as the two women came out, Bitch’s big tits swaying. Brat’s hardly had any jiggle to them, but her tight tush waved, her slit gleaming between her thighs. They moved up to the front of the stage where they both froze at seeing their husband and father respectively.

He looked eager for this. “Do a good job, Esther. Make daddy proud. And Miriam, I knew you were a whore. Show me how much of a slut you are.”

“Oh, I’m such a big slut,” his wife answered. “I love cocks and dicks. I love to drink cum. You can shower it all over my face.”

My pussy clenched as I moved up behind her. I knew she lied. She hated this, but she degraded herself for the promise of money. She was such a pathetic slut. I stopped right behind her, gripping my dildo.

“She’s such a whore, she’ll let me ass-fuck her without lube,” I said as I fell to my knees, my big bobs heaving. All those men stared at me, lusted for me, but there wasn’t enough money in the world for the Man to sell me.

“Yes, yes, fuck my ass,” Bitch moaned. “I love it. I love it up the ass.”

“That’s news to me,” snorted the husband.

“And you, little slut, are going to cum hard on my big dick and milk me dry,” the Man said “Oh, yes,” Brat moaned, wiggling her hips. “Ram that big dick into me, Sir. I’ll show you how slutty my cunt is.”

The men groaned in envy. They all wanted to fuck her, too.

My pussy melting with the excitement of this moment, I pressed my dildo into Bitch’s butt-crack. I slid down her taint to her asshole. I rubbed right against that naughty hole. She shivered, her hips wiggling back and forth.

“Fuck my ass with your big dick!” the gold-digger screamed. “I’m such a whore for cocks in my asshole.”

I thrust.

The base of the dildo pressed on my clit. The pleasure burst across my bud. It was such an absolutely wonderful treat. Delight surged through my pussy as her anal ring widened and widened to swallow that toy.

I popped into her bowels. I sank into her naughty flesh. She groaned, her voice throaty. Her butt-cheeks clenched. I knew this hurt her. Anal without lube was never comfortable. But she faked it. She groaned as she endured the pain for all that money.