Racula craved the pleasures of Puzo's mammoth dick moving inside her, but the old man had rejected her months ago, refusing to even meet her. She was too innocent, and he wouldn't abuse her. That's what he had said. She missed the virile old man and his massive cock immensely, but he had rebuffed all her attempts to see him again.

Now that she'd lost her anal virginity, she hoped perhaps he would reconsider and see her again. He could hardly call her innocent now. She smiled at the memory of the handsome Brit who had had the pleasure of deflowering her backside, deliciously violating her bum for the first time, and again, repeatedly and gloriously, every day for the following week. But he also was gone, back to the UK, with only vague promises of a return.

For weeks, Racula tried to ignore how much she missed Puzo. She told herself he was too old and vowed to find someone younger. But none of the men she met compared to her two older lovers. Most didn’t even get to a kiss, and those who fucked her left her disappointed and sexually unsatisfied.

After another disappointing sex date on her nineteenth birthday, Racula gave up. None of her conquests came close. Sure, some had big cocks and were great in bed, but she missed more than that. Unless the charming Brit came back, she wanted more than anything to see Puzo again. She craved far more than just the sex. She missed his quiet humour and gentle way with her.

She waited patiently for an opportunity when her sister, Lari, would be out overnight. Finally, one Friday evening, she saw Lari packing a bag. This might be my chance.

"I'm off out," Lari said. "I won't be back until Sunday, and I might be quite late."

Lari's tone was odd, but it was the perfect opportunity. Racula messaged Puzo.

Can I see you? Come around, I want you to fuck my arse.

An hour or so later, Puzo replied. I told you, you're not that kind of girl, and you really don't need me corrupting you.

Racula was insistent, and, after several graphic confessions from her, Puzo reluctantly sent her an address in the posh Dorobanți region of Bucharest. I need you to see something first, so meet me here in an hour.

She got changed quickly, selecting what she thought was her sexiest outfit: skimpy white panties, a very short black pleated skirt, and a white silk blouse that she left open so it barely covered her tiny boobs. She pulled on black knee socks and heels, then checked herself in the mirror. Happy with how she looked, she called a taxi.

When the Uber arrived to pick her up, the driver looked startled upon seeing her. Then he leered and scanned her up and down.

“I hope you enjoy yourself there,” he said cryptically.

Twenty minutes later, the car dropped her off outside an enormous posh villa next to a small, leafy park. A small gate led into an elegant, columned portico, where a uniformed brute stood waiting.

“Miss Racula?” he asked.

When Racula nodded, the man continued, “Puzo is expecting you. Follow me, please.”

The bouncer led her through the mansion and showed her to a plush study, lined with books. Puzo stood browsing the titles.

“Miss Racula is here, sir,” the bouncer said.

Puzo turned towards her. Racula rushed forward and threw her arms around the white-haired old man, pulled him close, and kissed him passionately. His dick was erect and pressed against her belly, so when Puzo pushed her away, she grinned.

“I know you’re glad to see me,” she said, reaching down and massaging his crotch. “Why did you bring me here?”

Puzo laughed. “To see your sister perform.”

“What do you mean, perform?”

“This is a very exclusive sex club. Strictly invitation only, and Lari is the star guest tonight. You’ll understand when you see.”

Racula tried to imagine her prudish sister performing in a sex club, and laughed out loud.

“No way!”

Puzo grinned. “You’ll see.”

She had noticed Lari had changed after Racula introduced her to the handsome Brit who had deflowered her own arse. Racula could tell something had happened between them from shamefaced Lari’s grin, but Lari still acted shy and reserved around her, rarely even looking at men. Racula also knew Lari had met Puzo once. Her sister never mentioned him, but Racula guessed they had been together, and she felt jealous, especially since Puzo had dumped her soon after Puzo’s first meeting with Lari.

“Come on,” Puzo said. “She's on soon.”

Puzo led her to a large double door with a graphic poster of Lari, naked, wearing cat ears, and made up to resemble a cat. Racula read the blurb under the photo in horror.

Tonight we have a special charity auction. The winner will fuck Lari on stage. Before the main event, she will perform oral favours for cash donations.

Underneath the blurb, Racula was shocked to see photos of Lari, obviously posed for the camera, sucking dick and being fucked in multiple positions, with several different men.

Racula turned, eyes wide with shock, to Puzo. “How often does she do this?”

Puzo leered and tapped one of the explicit photos.

“This is her second sex auction. This was at the first one, and that photo’s from when I screwed her after the winner was through with her. It wasn’t the first time we fucked, by far.”

Racula looked more closely. Sure enough, the indicated image showed a naked Puzo fucking her sister. In the arse.

“She let you fuck her arse?” she asked, knowing the answer but unable to believe her own eyes.

Her prudish sister would never do that. She could imagine her censorious tone. That's revolting; only whores would stoop to that to please a man.

Puzo grinned. “Many times. She loves a good anal reaming.”

Racula was furious. “Then why won't you fuck mine?” she demanded.

“You're not depraved like your sister,” he said patiently. “That's why you're here. To show you that. So, come with me, and I'll prove it.“

One of the doors opened, and a skinny, almost-naked Asian girl with perfect, pert tits, wearing only a tiny, sparkly thong, walked out, accompanied by a well-dressed older man. The couple was holding hands and giggling together. Racula was briefly jealous of the girl’s well-developed boobs and felt her own flat chest.

Puzo laughed. “Your tiny tits are wonderful, but come on, we don’t want to miss it.”

Racula glanced back at the couple and then let herself be led through the double doors by Puzo. They entered a large, dimly lit ballroom with a stage at the far end. Round tables were scattered throughout the room. At each table, well-dressed men conversed with young women. Most of the men were old enough to be Racula’s father, and all the women were topless, young, and pretty.

She saw several topless, buxom girls weaving amongst the tables, serving drinks, and more half-naked girls roamed between the tables, pausing to chat occasionally. To her left, halfway to the stage, a gaggle of men was clustered around something. To her right, three huge screens covered the wall, each showing a different naked view of her sister.

Puzo led Racula towards the small crowd. As they got close, she realised they were clustered around a cage with a naked girl inside. Puzo pushed through the crowd, and Racula got a better view.

She was shocked when she saw Lari in the gilded cage. She was wearing only a pair of high heels and cosplaying a cat; she had ears, three black whiskers on each cheek, and a dab of black on her nose. Her entire body was painted to make her look like a cute but buxom tabby, and a furry tabby tail protruded from her arse. Her face and impressive chest were streaked with copious, drying jizz, smearing the makeup.

Racula gasped when a man approached the cage, threw a few notes into the cage, and stuck his enormous cock between the bars. Lari enthusiastically inhaled the man's erection and sucked him, slobbering noisily. The man stuck his arms through the bars of the cage and held her sister's head as she sucked him. Soon, the man groaned, and Racula watched him pump cum into Lari's mouth.

Lari swallowed and then opened her mouth wide before meowing.

"Could you do that with random strangers?" Puzo asked. "It thrills your sister, but I know you crave relationships."

Racula was conflicted. She was pleased her sister had discovered the joys of sex, but horrified that she was performing in public. For money! At the same time, Racula was pruriently fascinated. What was it like to let total strangers ejaculate in your mouth? Especially with Puzo watching. How would he react?

“Has she sucked your cock?” Racula asked.

“Of course. Many times,” Puzo said, sounding slightly surprised. “And I’ve fucked her many, many times. Hasn’t she told you?”

Jealousy coursed through Racula. She suppressed her anger at Puzo and slowly shook her head. “No, I know you met her once, but she never talked about it.”

Puzo shook his head slowly. “You seem to think your sister is some shy, inhibited prude. Far from it.” He paused. “The first time I met her, she was naked with my dick deep down her throat five minutes after she walked into my flat; an hour later, she was full of cum and begging for it in her backside.”

Racula remembered Lari saying she was going to meet Puzo, but when Racula got home that night, Lari was already asleep. The following morning, Lari acted as if nothing had happened. Racula shook her head; she hadn’t realised Lari was capable of such deceit.

“But I wasn't the first to fuck her bum.” Puzo grinned. “Apparently, that was some bloke you introduced to her.”

The handsome, well-hung Brit! “He was the first to fuck my arse as well,” she said, grinning. “He’s got an enormous horse cock, just like you.” She paused. “I liked him a lot, and he fucked me senseless for a week.” She sighed wistfully. “I wish he’d come back.”

Puzo looked her up and down, smiling wryly. “I told you. You’re not like Lari. You want relationships.”

Racula wondered: was that why all her other conquests were so disappointing? She quickly dismissed the idea. Ludicrous!

“After that, she spent ten days on my boat, being used daily in every way imaginable by me, my son, and two friends.” Puzo leered. “I'm pretty sure she fucked most of the crew as well.”

Racula was incredulous. She slowly shook her head. “I knew she’d been sailing for a week, but I thought she was with her girly university friends.”

Puzo shook his head and leered. “I got to know her voracious sexual appetite very well, that week. I’ve fucked her at least weekly ever since. Usually alone, but sometimes with a friend or two.”  

Racula stared at her sister in the cage. Lari looked fabulous and exceptionally erotic as a cat and sported a huge, self-satisfied smile. Racula realised her sister loved what she was doing. Perhaps Lari really was a depraved slut. Am I like that, too? she wondered. I will be, if it means Puzo will fuck me.

Puzo spoke again. “She took no persuading to do the first sex auction and loved every minute.” He grinned. “I used my position as owner to fuck her after the winner was done. God, she was insatiable. Such an uninhibited fuck; she’ll do anything with anyone.”

Racula stared at her sister, trying to reconcile this with the prudish girl she knew. She watched, mesmerised, as another man, ugly with a huge belly but an enormous fat dick, approached Lari's gilded cage. Racula watched her sister reach out and grab the man's bum, pulling him close so she could suck his impressive, stiff rod, gobbling horribly until he, too, came in Lari's mouth, unloading so much spunk it dripped off Lari's chin to ooze down her cleavage.

Puzo's voice broke her gaze. "See?" he said. "Lari's an utter cum-slut. The first time I threw a party, she was indiscriminate and let the four of us all fuck her senseless, in every hole, just for the thrills. You wouldn't want to do that, I think."

Racula looked at the pile of cash in the cage. She knew her sister didn’t need the money, so it must just be for the thrill. Racula wondered if she could do the same and felt a sudden thrill of arousal at the thought of sucking another man’s big dick, with Puzo watching. How jealous would he be?

A loud bell rang. "Ah, time for her party piece," Puzo said. "If you're not already persuaded, this will do the trick."

Racula wasn’t persuaded at all. Quite the contrary. Watching the man fill her sister’s mouth with his hot spunk had perversely excited her, and when the fat man had plastered her face, it had been even more arousing. She could hardly wait to see Puzo’s jealous reaction when another man sprayed her own face with hot, sticky jizz.

She watched as a man approached the cage and unlocked it. The man took the delicate gold chain attached to Lari's collar and tugged on it.

"Come on, kitty," the man said. "You've been a naughty cat and need punishing."

Lari meowed loudly and, crawling on all fours, meekly followed the man.

Puzo took Racula’s hand, and they followed Lari towards the stage. “We’ll get a better view if we go backstage,” he said. He grinned and gestured at the audience. "They pay a lot for this."

Puzo led her past the left side of the stage and through a small door. Several steps led them to the wings backstage. Racula had a great view of the stage. The audience was invisible in the glare of the footlights, and she could barely make out the three massive wall screens.

“Are you sure this is the best view?” Racula asked.

Puzo just grinned and pointed to her right. Racula turned and saw a man sitting close by at a console with multiple screens arranged in two rows, displaying numerous camera views. The three huge screens in the top row mirrored the bigger wall screens in the ballroom. Puzo was right; a glance to the right would show her anything not visible from this vantage point.

One screen showed Lari, awkwardly ascending the stairs, still on hands and knees, onto the stage, meowing occasionally. As her sister climbed on the stage, Racula looked back towards it.

The man who held her leash picked up a microphone. "What am I bid to fuck this delightful young pussy, right here, on stage?" he asked.

"Come on, show them your wares," the man told Lari.

Racula watched her sister stand and twirl, slowly, on the spot. Lari cupped her impressive boobs, then reached down to play with her shaved pussy, one finger pressing deep between her prominent, wrinkled labia. She turned her arse towards the audience and shook her bum, lifting her tail out of the way. The screens ensured the audience had a good, close-up view. Her pretty, cum-streaked face filled one screen, the centre screen showed her lithe but buxom body, and the third, a close-up of her large meat flaps and the slit between them, and then, as Lari span, of the tail protruding from her backside.

“Five hundred!” a man shouted from the crowd.

“Six!” yelled another man.

Bids poured in, and Racula was astonished at the ever-increasing numbers. Finally, a winner was announced.

“Sold!”

The winner, a tall, very muscular middle-aged man, pushed through the crowd and bounded onto the stage. He waved a thick bundle theatrically at the crowd before passing it to the host.

The host quickly thumbed the notes and nodded. The man turned to the crowd, unbuckled his belt, undid his jeans, and pulled them and his boxers down. His erect weapon sprang free. Very long, but only adequately fat, Racula thought.

The muscular bloke turned his profile towards the crowd. Racula watched her naked and cum-streaked sister crawl, meowing, towards the man. After watching Lari's performance in the cage, Racula was unsurprised when her sister enthusiastically inhaled the man's stiff weapon, pausing for a long time with her face pressed against his groin.

Racula stared at the screens. Spit ran down Lari’s chin, and Racula watched, fascinated, taking in every detail of Lari’s enthusiastic performance, and of the rigid, wet dick gliding in and out of her mouth. Lari sucked the man's swollen dick enthusiastically, and Racula licked her lips, anticipating a repeat of earlier performances and the man showering Lari with hot spunk.

Instead, the man pushed her sister roughly away, so hard that Lari sprawled naked across the stage.

“Enough,” the muscular man said, “I paid to fuck you, and I want my money's worth, slut.”

“Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master,” Lari said in a loud stage whisper, grinning broadly.

Racula watched her sister pull herself up from her prone position onto her hands and knees, then stretch her arms out in front of her, sticking her arse in the air, just like a cat stretching. Lari meowed, then stood. Her hands reached above her head and then reached forward to grab the nearby gilded pole.

Lari slid her hands down the pole, so she was bent at the waist, side on to the audience. She turned her head to look back over her shoulder at the man she had just sucked. "Meow," she purred.

The man briefly wanked his erect cock, then approached Lari from behind. He lifted the furry tail out of the way, rammed his dick hard between Lari’s dark, meaty labia, and thrust his hips violently back and forth. Watching her sister being fucked by a total stranger aroused Racula intensely. Her hand had slid into her panties, and she was fingering herself as she watched the man pounding Lari from behind. Racula leaned back against Puzo’s lithe, muscular body. Juices flooded into her pussy, wetting her fingers, as she imagined herself in Lari’s place with Puzo watching.

Lari meowed and moaned expressively as the man slammed his dick repeatedly into her wet minge. On one screen, Racula saw juices oozing out of Lari’s cunt, around the dick that filled it, and dripping onto the stage. She realised her sister...