Ramya: deflowered to become a billionaire's wife

"The audition will be performed without condoms," Kiki says. "Both men are vetted and screened for STDs and are skilled lovers that will pull out before ejaculation. The candidate does not need to fear getting pregnant."

The stakes just went up even more, if that's possible. Kiki’s words hang heavy in the air. This is the point of no return. I close my eyes for a second, doubt flickering through me. Is this a test? What if Raj is waiting to see if I’ll actually go through with it? What if he secretly wants a wife who has the strength to deny him when it goes against her own values? Does he want a woman who saves herself completely for him on their wedding night? By fucking another man here, I could be ruining my chances with the one guy I want to marry.

And what if my apparently phenomenally tight pussy makes one of them lose control and breed me? I came here to get laid, not knocked up. I’m pretty sure carrying another man’s child would make Raj choose a different bride.

But then another voice in my head pushes back. Raj said he doesn’t want a virgin wife. He made that clear. He really wants to watch me fuck to decide if he wants to marry me. And if I’m going to bet on what Raj really wants… I need to pop my cherry. And I might as well enjoy myself while doing it.

My pulse races. The room feels hotter, four sets of eyes on my nude body heavier, all expecting me to put out.

I might as well be dramatic about it. Still unsure of my choice, I turn and walk to white guy. He’s so handsome, with that athletic build and easy smile that grows as I reach out to clasp his cock. He's warm and fully hard, cock jerking impatiently in my hand. He's a few inches shorter than me, so I spread my legs and lean down to kiss him, pressing my heavy breasts against his chest. I open my mouth, probe with my tongue, and deepen the kiss. A drip of precome oozes out to dampen my thumb.

The room watches in silence. I pull back just enough to tease, my lips brushing his ear. “Think you could handle me?” I ask, voice loud enough for everyone. “Do you want to be the one to break me in for him?”

He groans, his cock twitching in my hand. “Fuck yes,” he says, voice rough with desire.

His modest cock would hurt less than the alternative behind me. I could focus less on the pain and more on my performance. Plus I’d be deflowered but not stretched too much. Raj’s penis is larger. I’d still be tight around him. It’s a safe choice.

Safe and boring.

"Hold that thought," I breathe.

I grin, give him one last slow stroke, then turn away. My eyes lock on the tall Pacific Islander. He towers over me, a good five inches taller even though I’m 6'1". His massive, rock-hard cock is fully erect, thick and veined, a clear glob of precum oozing from the tip. His eyes burn with hunger as they drop between my legs, staring at my tiny, slick pussy as I approach. Length or girth, I have never seen a dick that big. The sheer size makes my stomach flutter with a mix of fear and raw desire.

His eyes meet mine, and he's so exotic and handsome. Long dark hair is tied back in a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame his strong, chiseled face with high cheekbones and a powerful jaw. He has the rugged, commanding presence of a warrior with broad shoulders, heavily muscled arms and chest, and an intense gaze that makes my pussy clench. He is gorgeous, oozing raw sex appeal. This is the man I fantasize about when I masturbate.

I want him so bad, and he knows it. But it’s going to hurt more. And when he’s done breaking me in, my pussy will be wrecked. That device Kiki used to measure my tightness will judge me harshly.

The tall man pulls me into a deep kiss. I fit with his taller body perfectly and feel so delicate and feminine. His tongue explores my mouth while his cock impatiently bumps my thigh, wet with precome. It's a wonderful kiss, very masculine just like his scent.

I've been on the verge of getting laid for months now, especially after Cancun. The audition isn't how I imagined losing my virginity, but it's way hotter than picking a guy I barely know for a one-night stand. And the man I dubbed "Aquaman" is the hottest guy I've ever seen naked. And this kiss is amazing. If Raj wants me to come to the marital bed with no regrets, this is the way.

And now I am used to all the eyes on me, and I enjoy an audience. My choice is made. I break off the kiss and press my lips close to his ear, whispering so only he can hear. “I want you to fuck me,” I breathe, my voice trembling with need. “But only if you want to, not because you're paid to do it. I'll pick the other guy if you want.”

He cups my ass with one big hand, pulling my dripping pussy against his throbbing cock. His voice is low and rough against my ear. “I'm dying to fuck you. This is no chore for me.”

A shiver runs through me. I can feel his heart hammering in his chest against mine. I know he wants to fuck me, I just needed to hear him say it. I whisper back, “Be gentle at first… please.”

He nods, his grip tightening possessively on my ass.

I pull back, and my voice comes out clear and bold as I stare into his eyes. "I choose him," I announce to the group.

Kiki looks at me carefully. “The candidate chooses the larger penis for her first time." Her eyes flick to the tall man for a brief second, a small, private smile playing on her lips. She turns back to me, her voice warm. “A bold choice. I commend your courage.”

I peck Aquaman on the lips, then turn and walk to the dais.

"The candidate is very tight, even after the probe and my fingers," Kiki says. "She can choose to be on top if she prefers more control over the pace of her deflowering."

I have a better idea. I climb the dais and get on my hands and knees in the center. My breasts hang, the nipples almost reaching the dais. I arch my back and wag my butt playfully, giving a sideways grin to Raj. "I trust you guys," I say.

Raj grins, mutters a "That's hot," and I'm confident in my choice as Aquaman mounts me. I pull my long black hair over one shoulder so I can see Raj’s eyes clearly while I’m being fucked. I've fantasize about being taken by a strong man in doggie pose plenty of times, and I heard it makes deep penetration easier.

Strong hands grip my waist, then Aquaman leans down and kisses the small of my back right above the crack.

The fat head of his cock nudges my entrance. He presses forward, but it doesn’t go in. My vulva implodes with the head, my inner lips refusing to stretch around his girth, and he can't bend the seal to pop me. He eases off, jiggles the head to seat it better, and pushes again as I rock back to meet him. It hurts a little now, but the head still isn't in. Mostly is just a frustrating inward pressure.

I shake my head.

"She's too fucking tight," Aquaman groans, and I look back and see his grin.

"Sorry," I retort. I wag my butt playfully again as he withdraws.

Kiki steps in. “I will prepare the candidate.” She has the lube again. "I'll work in two fingers and stretch you a little more."

"Thank you," I say, and I go to my elbows, exposing my pussy better. Two slippery fingers slide into my cunt with relative ease. Her fingers are slimmer than mine, and I am stretched from the probe earlier. I can feel her deep, through the barrier. This is the two-finger rule I was so scared to break all along.

Kiki scissors gently, opening me up and lubing me. I moan softly, rocking back against her hand. She starts twisting her fingers, and they feel bigger going in at different angles. The stretch is steady, the opening safe and painless. She presses gently into the sides of my pussy, holding pressure for a few seconds to stretch the opening and weaken the seal. It burns now, but not bad. She reapplies lube one more time, works it in, then the fingers slide out with a lewd slurp.

I feel looser now, wetter, and i feel cool air trickling in my exposed hole as it gapes and waits.

“You can penetrate her now,” Kiki murmurs, withdrawing her fingers with a wet sound.

I stay on my elbows, and Aquaman is back at my opening. I feel the difference right away. The tip slips inside, pressing against my hymen with just the crown outside. It already hurts. He gives a reassuring rub to my lower back, then pushes.

The head pops inside with a sharp stretch. I cry out in surprise, and my thighs tremble. I start to object, I try to move, but Aquaman's hands are back on my waist holding me in place. The head slides in deeper, and a searing pain rips through me as my hymen tears.

"Arrgh!" I moan, my face twisting in agony another inch, then another slides inside.

"I'm in her," Aquaman announces.

There's no escape. My only way out is to take him all to get the hard part done. I push back, taking more of him, my heavy breasts swaying beneath me. The intense stretch and burning fullness spreads deeper, my opening still raw and burning as he stretches me impossibly wide. Inch by inch, he fills me until he bottoms out, his heavy balls resting against my clit. I’m completely penetrated, my virgin pussy wrapped tightly around his massive cock. I gasp for breath and try and fail to hold back the tears.

"Good girl," Kiki announces. "She took it all. The candidate has surrendered her virginity."

"She feels amazing," Aquaman says, slowly pulling out, then setting up a steady, careful tempo, thrusting slowly into my ravaged cunt.

"Virgin blood," Kiki announces. "A symbol of the sacrifice the candidate makes to honor Raj Patel."

Pump. Pump. Pump.

Aquaman is slow but relentless, delivering full, devastating thrusts deep into my pussy.

"Lots of blood showing," Kiki says. "Ramya, are you okay?"

I realize I have been staring into Raj's lustful eyes. Kiki's sudden use of my first name draws my attention.

"It really hurts," I admit, tears stinging my eyes. Aquaman pauses halfway inside. "Don't stop, please. I can do this."