Cecelia’s head tilted back. Her dark ravenlike hair spilled across the covers as she rocked her head slowly back and forth. Her hips imperceptably r...se and fell to meet her own fingers while the insistent caress administered to her breasts flooded her body with pleasure connecting it to the sensation of fingers demanding a helplessly fuck-hungry cunt open for them. It did. It swallowed each thrust. It tightened on them. It ached for them. Cecelia’s legs splayed wide. Her hips rose to each entry. “Have you ever been fucked before, baby?” He asked, with a horny growl.“No… never,” I sighed, barely able to speak.“Would you allow me the honour?” His breath sizzled in my ear.With his hardening cock nudging my shorts, I whimpered a submissive, “Yeah.”Clutching me from behind, our bodies moved in tandem towards the bedroom. I couldn’t believe how magnificent this night was turning out to be. I was as nervous as hell and it felt like a swarm of bees, rather than butterflies, had taken control. When he gets it about half way in, he looks over at the announcer and nods his head. The announcer says to the audience, "Ladies and gentlemen, this beautiful lady has just made herself one hundred dollars!" Then, he looks over at me and says into the microphone, "You can quit now and take the hundred dollars, or let Jerome see if he can get his monster in you all the way!" I tell him that I am going for the two hundred dollar prize, then the audience stands on their feet and applauds. After it. I will admit at first I was hesitant. I mean such rough, fast sex was something I was not used to and I had some doubts about actually deriving pleasure from it, but these worries vanished after only a few 'sessions'.Within a few weeks I started looking forward to my nightly romp. I would be practically bouncing, giddy with the idea of getting upstairs for another furious attack of my pleasure center.This was when the hate set in. I realized that the experiment was proving successful and I was.