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Mariah took a deep breathe trying to calm her racing heart which couldn't stop thumping since she decided to sell herself to a stranger, a man she've never met.  

She didn't plan for this, and just like her colleague said, she had no other way to save her dying brother except from this.  

Her colleague's voice from two nights before still echoes in Mariah's head. “You know there’s a website where you can sell your virginity?, I read this article—one girl made more than million dollars. Can you believe that? For one night.” She’d laughed while Mariah was up doing her morning shift.  

Though she is Mariah's colleague at work, They were nothing close and Mariah was very sure that her colleague would be out there somewhere laughing her ass out at her.  

Immediately she had said that to Mariah, she first clicked open this website because, frankly, while her colleague was exaggerating about some girl making 2 million dollars on here, she wasn’t exaggerating by much. And God knows Mariah needed the money.  

But the longer Mariah stared at this homepage, the crazier she felt, because she was starting to think it might be a good idea for more than just the cold hard cash.  

She meant, yes, a huge side of her wants the money, especially for the treatment of her little brother. But a tiny part in the back of her mind is thinking, she could rid herself of this brand for good. She could be a normal 19-year-old again.  

Not to mention she could finally satisfy her raging hormones. It’s not for lack of desire that she've never gone to fourth base. She've got a hardcore imagination and a serious relationship with her vibrator, that’s for sure. Finally stripping down with a real guy and letting him take control, touch her wherever she wants, position her any way he likes, and then thrusting his hot, thick dick inside her . . .  

Shit. Was she actually getting turned on by the idea of selling herself?.  

She shook herself back to reality, Shy and paranoid as always, she shoot another quick glance at the door and its still closed.  

The most creepiest part was the fact that Immediately she had made a short video about herself and posted it, a strange user who she could describe as ultra king tier boss of riches quickly outbid everyone in a short period of time.  

While other users could only comment their disappointment and envy under her post.  

They were also curious about the strange user's Identity, not that she could blame them though, she was also curious because he had a blank profile, no friends, no contact info, nothing.  

All through the night she couldn't sleep, she let her imagination run wild, what if the man ended up being a ghost?, A demon?.  

Well, she would be able to find out Today.  

Mariah stood up, taking a look around the hotel room, There are no windows in the room. Just one door . A large, four-poster bed dominates the room, and they have a thing about mirrors as well.  

So many mirrors that no matter where she looked, she saw herself.  

Her red hair is a mess from running her fingers through it. Her eyes are wide. She was a little afraid. Terrified, really. The clothes she was wearing are nothing sexual,not like she had any fancy dresses, make-ups and all that.  

Staring straight ahead, she feel her heart pound, which gets worse as she hear a knock on the door.  

And at that moment, she felt the urge to run knowing that it might be the strange man but... What if it was the room attendant?!  

She glanced around the room. Should she answer? Why were they knocking?  

Biting her lip, she can’t stop frowning.  

The knock comes again.  

“Who is it?”  

What else was she upposed to say?  

This isn’t my home, nor is it my room. This was just for a one night stand then we go our separate ways.  

“May I come in?”  

His voice is dark and deep.  

Her heart rate triples.  

Shit.  

This is really happening.  

She sold her virginity, and now she had to pay the price.  

"Uhmm...uh...yea"  

The door finally opens. She look away, almost afraid of who she'll find entering the room. There isn’t any window, and her fear no longer feels justified.  

She did this.  

The man has bought her for the night, but this is all her. Every single part of it.  

She turn and look at him.  

He isn’t what she was expecting at all.  

Though Mariah hated it but she thought it was a man in his late 60's since they were the people who were known for being very perverted.  

The man standing by the door is indeed older; late thirties maybe. Not that she can tell all that much from staring at him. He looks at her, his hands by his sides, but he doesn’t seem nervous.  

No.  

Staring into his deep grey eyes, she is taken aback by how he watches her, assessing. There is something dark beneath that gaze that keeps her rooted on the spot.  

This is the man who’s purchased her.  

“Stand up,” he says.  

Mariah did exactly as he said knowing fully well that fighting was useless. 

“Take off your shirt.”  

She felt her nipples harden beneath it, and a throb of desire pulses straight to her crotch. But she hesitate, one hand on the hem.  

Without looking at him, she slowly remove her bra, feeling her tits spring out. She've always been well-blessed in the chest department. No one else has ever seen them.  

There are a lot of firsts going on tonight.  

When she finally get to her panties, she give him her back as she go to remove her panties. His voice holds her to the spot.  

“No, I want to see. Turn back around. Show me.”  

Her cheeks burned slightly. She should feel dirty. She should feel cheap. She should not feel this fucking hot while stripping for a guy who just threw a $500,000 just to have her. But fucking hell. It made her irresistible.  

Wriggling out of her panties, she clasp her fingers together, hoping her long hair will in some way redeem some of her dignity.  

Wriggling out of her panties, she clasp her fingers together, hoping her long hair will in some way redeem some of her dignity.  

“Turn around.”  

Slowly, she move in a circle so that he’ll see all of her.  

“Come closer.”  

His strict but cold instructions are starting to grate on her nerves, each word an irritation. All she have to do is remember her little brother in the hospital, still left unattended and it propels her forward.  

There’s no way she'd be here for any other reason than her little brother.  

Suddenly he grips her chin harshly and tilts her head backwards.  

"Get ready to have that cherry taken away from you. To be fucked hard by a real man!"  

He strokes her cheek, and she was very much aware of his fully-dressed state. In the next second, she was collapsing to the bed, she looked up as he spreads her thighs wide. He holds her legs tightly, stepping between them.  

She didn't say anything.  

She is caught up in his touches.  

His hands move from her thighs and slide up her body. He cups her t!ts, pressing them together, gliding down toward her p*ssy. He spreads the lips of her p*ssy, and she hear him groan.  

She cry out as he touches her. One finger across her clit and she arch up.  

“So sensitive and wet. We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”  

He steps away. Going to her elbows, she watch him as he starts to undress, each piece of clothing landing on the floor without a care in the world. When he stands before her, naked, she can’t think or feel.  

But she couldn't take her eyes away from him, With that touch of red in his hair and laugh lines around those smoky gray eyes, he was definitely a man, nothing like the boyish types that seemed to be everywhere. And he had those lean, rippling muscles.  

But what really attracted her was his air of sheer competence, like whatever he did, he’d do better than anyone else.  

Staring at him, she felt all over the place.  

Happy, scared, excited, freaked out.  

Above all, she was aroused.  

This she didn’t expect. How could she be aroused?  

This man is a complete stranger to her.  

“What is your name?” Nathan's voice was deep, dark as the night outside.  

“Mariah.”  

Immediately her mouth moved, he felt like he was bound by a spell, Her mouth -- pretty pink lips that would look quite lovely around his c*ck -- pursed as she spoke those words.  

Mariah....  

Mariah kept her gaze fixed on him, unmoving.  

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.  

It’s a heady feeling, knowing he is the first man to be with this woman. Part of him wants to walk away, but he can’t. He love that she hasn’t at least waxed her pussy. She keeps her legs open, just like he asked her to.  

Does she even realize how beautiful she looks, spread open like that?  

He couldn’t remember the last time he'd been so drawn to a woman. Just watching her walk through the room with her firm stride, her chin up, he'd felt the compulsion to take her, to have her for his own, his own pleasure.  

Wrapping her fingers around his length, he stare into her blue eyes. So expressive. Her bottom lip is sucked into her mouth, and it makes him want to pull on that lip. Stepping up to the bed, he take her hand and wrap it around his d*ck.  

One night of pleasure.  

He shouldn’t have come tonight.  

He've never taken a virgin before.  

He don’t even know if he could be gentle with her.  

Then he remember he doesn’t have to be.  

He paid five thousand dollars for this woman.  

He want to make every second count.  

Her fingers are cold as they touch his skin. Closing his eyes, he grit his teeth. The pleasure is fucking intense. Slowly, up and down, he show her what he likes.  

Nathan love the feel of her hands on him. The fire she’s setting within his body. He couldn't stop, and he want to just bend her over and fuck her so damn bad it aches.  

He shove her hand away from his dick and push her to the bed. Gripping her thighs, he move up, kneeling between so she has no choice but to keep on moving until her head is on the pillows, her red hair fanning out against the pale white sheets.  

By the time he was through with this woman, she won’t be able to walk for a week. The first time, he've heard, is awful, so he already knew in advance he was going to take her at least twice.  

From the moment he saw her short video at the website, he felt this need to be there. To take her. To show her how good it could be with a man. This wasn’t how a woman’s first time should be. There should be lots of flowers, dinner, and something special beforehand. The buildup of intimacy that every other woman got.  

But he was a man who was inexperienced in that field, By the ways he was thirty two and only cared about the pleasures of the flesh.