I accepted money in exchange for my virginity.

I’d never considered trading my body for cash before, but when the opportunity came, I took it eagerly. I don’t really see what’s wrong with it, so long as both parties are consenting adults. If a man wants to pay me to fuck me and I want to accept his money to fuck him, why shouldn’t we do it?

I was a sophomore in college when it happened and I had just started to realize what a hole I was digging for myself by taking out student loans. I worked part-time on campus during the days and part-time at a bar at night and on weekends, but I didn’t come from money, and my wages weren’t enough to cover my tuition and expenses.

So I turned to other sources of income. Essay editing and proofreading services led to writing other students’ term papers for them, which felt worse than auctioning off my virginity. It helped, but I was exhausted from a full course load and working multiple jobs, and the pace wasn’t sustainable. If I wanted to make it out of college without too much debt, I needed another solution. I could have dropped out and gone to community college, but I loved my university too much, and I was convinced that a prestigious degree would get me a high-earning job.

I found the website after reading an article about sugar babies — women who took money and support from older men in exchange for sex. It was an intriguing idea, and I ended up searching for the most prominent websites that set up that sort of arrangement. I made a profile, telling myself it was just out of curiosity.

Figuring it might appeal to guys — although I’m still not entirely sure why it matters — I added my virginal status to my bio. I’d fumbled around in the dark with a few college guys, so I wasn’t totally inexperienced, but I’d been holding off on losing my virginity until I found someone worthy of taking it.

The messages came pouring in from older men who wanted to shower me with a fortune for the right to fuck me. I stared at the offers in shock, hardly able to believe it would be that easy. The men who used the site had to agree to STD testing before hiring a girl, and the site’s code of conduct insisted on consent and communication, so they were already better prospects than most of the college guys I interacted with.

And then I saw a handsome man with salt-and-pepper hair, a tan, and a sexy smirk. His name was listed as Alfonso, but that was probably a pseudonym — I was calling myself Daisy on the site. He was forty-seven, but he looked fit, and his photos showed a man who enjoyed hiking, bouldering, and yachting. He was fashionable in that suave, European-looking way that a lot of rich men seem to be.

His message was polite, and the offer he put on the table was astronomical — enough to pay four years of tuition and then some. In exchange, he wanted to buy me for a week and take my virginity — both vaginal and anal. During that week, I would be his willing sexual submissive, doing anything he wanted at any time, although the specific acts would be negotiated in advance. He was clean and had a vasectomy, and I was on birth control, so we would be doing it raw.

I know I’m attractive. As a naturally busty blonde, I’d gotten more than my share of attention since hitting puberty. But was I really attractive enough for all that money?

I asked Alfonso why he’d chosen me. “The hair, the lips, the eyes,” he wrote back. “And I like a college girl. I also like that you didn’t post modeling photos — you seem authentic.”

The response was polite and flattering, but it quickly veered into sexual territory. “I’ve been imagining parting your thighs and putting my mouth on your virginal pussy,” he wrote next. “Licking you while you moan. Showing you what a real man can do.”

My pussy throbbed a little, and I slid a hand into my pajama shorts to rub my clit. “What else would you do?” I typed back.

The response came quickly. “Fuck deep into you and make you clench around my cock. Bend you over a table and sink into your tight ass while you moan. I want to fuck you while you’re tied up and fuck you while other people watch. By the end of the week, there won’t be an inch of you I haven’t touched, and you’ll have orgasmed more times than you thought possible.”

I moaned as I read the words and rubbed my clit harder. The thought of being used so thoroughly by an experienced older man was sexy. I was wet, but while normally I might have slid a finger inside my vagina, something compelled me to restrict the action to my clitoris.

I was waiting for Alfonso, I realized. I didn’t want anything inside me until he touched me, which meant I’d made the decision of which offer to accept.

I orgasmed, my body shaking with pleasure. When I was cleaned up and settled again, I typed a response to him. “I just masturbated while reading your note, and my pussy was so wet it soaked through my shorts. I accept your offer.”

We met up a few weeks later, once I was done with my midterms. I had the week off from school, which worked perfectly. Alfonso told me to pack a few nice dresses and some sexy lingerie, and as I stood awkwardly outside my dorm waiting for him, I was suddenly nervous that what I’d chosen wouldn’t be nice enough. I was worried that he would pull up, see me in my mediocre dress, and be disappointed enough to drive away.

A black BMW with tinted windows pulled up and stopped in front of the building. A freaking chauffeur got out of the driver’s seat, took my bag, and opened the back door. Alfonso was sitting there, waiting for me. I slid in, and the door shut, leaving me alone with him.

He looked just as handsome in person as he had in the pictures, and he smelled like expensive cologne. He leaned in and kissed me in greeting, then complimented my dress.

As we chatted, my nervousness dissipated. This was the same man I’d been messaging for weeks, the same one I’d been fantasizing about every night. He was handsome and charming, and he hadn’t immediately tried to fuck me. Instead, he was letting me get comfortable.

Knowing he wouldn’t pressure me into having sex right away turned me on. I leaned in and nibbled his lip, tracing my hands down his shirt, but he gently stopped me after a few moments. “Not yet,” he said, smiling at me. “I want to fuck you in a bed first.”

To my surprise, we went to the airport. A few hours later, we had landed in San Francisco and were driving out of the city toward wine country. Alfonso had rented a convertible, and we drove with the top down. The air was crisp, but I loved the feeling of the wind in my face. Even better was the knowledge that soon we would be at his vacation home outside Napa and I would finally lose my virginity.

His house was two stories and sprawled over a large property. After showering and changing into my sexiest lingerie, I joined Alfonso in an airy bedroom on the top floor. The bed was white and fluffy, and a gentle breeze came through the open balcony doors.

Alfonso leaned against a desk. He stood up when I entered, then looked me up and down appreciatively. “Beautiful,” he murmured. Then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His kiss was firm and confident, but not overbearing — a slow seduction rather than an impassioned assault. I opened my mouth and welcomed the stroke of his tongue. He slid his hands from my breasts down to my ass, then slipped his fingers inside the waistband of my lacy panties. “Has anyone ever kissed you here?” he asked, sliding those fingers down to dance over my clit.

I moaned and nudged my hips forward, trying to get more pressure. “No,” I admitted. “I’ve been touched a little, though.”

“Ah,” he said, dipping further between my legs to toy with my wet pussy. “And were you touched well?”

I blushed. “Only by myself.”

He grinned. “Then it will be my pleasure to touch you.”

And he did. He started by removing my bra and panties with slow reverence, sliding his mouth over every inch of skin he revealed. He sucked my sensitive nipples until I moaned, then nibbled down to my belly. I stroked his graying hair, admiring the sight of an older, more experienced man going to his knees in front of me. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, then leaned in to run his tongue over my clit.

Oh. My. God. I’d always liked being touched, but having a tongue on my most sensitive parts was unreal. I gasped and gripped his shoulders for balance as he worked his mouth deeper between my legs. Soon he was devouring my pussy, running his tongue over and inside me and using his cheeks, chin, and jaw to devastating effect.

My legs were trembling, and a terribly wonderful tightness was building in my lower belly. I was going to orgasm all over Alfonso’s face.

He must have known it, because he focused on my clit, working that bud with firm, regular strokes while his finger slid into me. The penetration was a scorching-hot reminder that his cock would soon be inside me instead.

I orgasmed with a shriek, grinding against his tongue. By the time he drew back, his chin was glistening with my wetness. He wiped it off on his forearm, then stood up and tipped me back onto the bed.

I lay there, sprawled out, and watched him remove his clothes. He revealed the fit body of a man who works out regularly, and I shifted and rubbed my legs together when his glorious cock was revealed. He was thick and long. I’d taken his finger easily, but how was I going to take that?

He climbed on top of me and settled between my legs. I expected him to penetrate me then, but he just rocked back and forth, rubbing that hot, hard erection against my pussy. I kissed him, tasting my own flavor on his lips. His chest rubbed against my breasts, making my nipples throb, and as that firm erection nudged over my sensitive folds, I grew even wetter.

He reached down and slipped two fingers inside me, then moved them gently. “I want to prepare you,” he told me, then grinned. “But not too much.”

I shivered. For some reason the thought of being a little unprepared for his cock was wildly arousing. “Do it,” I said. “Please fuck me.”

“You want me to show you what sex is like, little girl?” he asked, removing his fingers and fitting the head of his erection against me. “You want me to teach you?”

“Yes,” I panted, running my hands over his back and ass, trying to pull him inside me. “Please teach me.”

He pushed in without any more warning. The second he breached me, I realized I’d underestimated what this would feel like. He was so hot and hard, an absolutely unyielding force that took up all the available space in my body — and then some. It hurt, and I stiffened as he sank all the way inside. There had been a tiny sting, but otherwise it hurt in the sharply aching way of untried muscles and flesh struggling to accommodate such a large invasion.

His hips rested against mine, and as he kissed me soundly, his cock jerked inside me. “So tight,” he said. “So wet.”

He slipped a finger between us to rub my clit, and the pleasure was quickly overtaking pain. When I shifted, I felt his dick press against my sensitive inner skin, and I moaned with pleasure.

That was all the invitation he needed. He pinned my arms above my head and started fucking — smooth, even, deep thrusts that made my body ache and throb with pleasure and pain at once. I’d never felt so full before, and I marveled at how completely he was dominating me. He was deep inside me, taking whatever he wanted, and I was just a greedy little slut who had offered a stranger my virginity.

The reminder of how taboo this was fired me up even more. I moaned and rocked against him, trying to get him ever deeper, hardly caring that it wasn’t entirely comfortable. This was profound — it was right that it should hurt a little. He grunted and sped up, fucking me harder. He released my wrists so he could plant his weight on his elbows and let his hips swing freely. As he hammered into me, I gripped his back, scratching little lines into him as he used me thoroughly.

“I’m going to fill you with come,” he told me. “Show you what a man feels like.”

I nodded, desperate for it. He pounded between my thighs, then threw back his head in ecstasy. His body shook, and wet warmth flooded me.

He pulled out and then, to my shock, he dipped his finger between my legs and scooped up some of his come. He pressed it to my lips. “Your first taste,” he told me. Dutifully, I opened my mouth, accepting the cream he offered me. It was salty and a little bitter, but I surprisingly loved the taste.

He left and brought back a warm washcloth, running it between my legs. He held it up to show me the faint streak of blood that mingled with his come. “I took you,” he told me.

I nodded happily and then stretched, sliding a hand down my stomach, wanting to get one more orgasm out of this session. But he stopped me with a hand on my wrist and a shake of his head. “Not yet,” he told me. “I have plans for you.”

He rearranged me, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. My pussy was exposed to him, but I didn’t feel any shame. I arched my back and wiggled my ass, hoping it would provoke him into making me come.

He rummaged in the nightstand, and then something cool and hard pressed against my sensitive pussy lips. It clicked on, and vibrations rocketed through me. I moaned as he slid the vibrator over my clit.

I orgasmed quickly. He kept rubbing the vibrator over me until the last spasm faded, then switched it off. I heard a click like he was opening a bottle, and then his lube-slicked fingers rubbed over my asshole.

Oh my God. I shivered, torn between wanting to push back against him and wanting to flee. He’d promised to take my anal virginity, but I hadn’t expected it immediately. And didn’t older men have a longer refractory period?

But it seemed he wasn’t in a hurry to get his dick inside me. He played with me instead, circling that little puckered hole until I was able to focus on the pleasure rather than the mortification. By the time he slid his fingertip inside, I was more than ready to experience my first anal penetration.

He pressed the finger inside up to the second knuckle, then slid it out again. The lube was warm from my body heat, and his finger slipped in and out easily. It felt good in a different way than having him finger my vagina, but I liked it just as much. There was something so intimate about having him reach inside my most private place, and there were more nerves there than I had expected.

He replaced the finger with two, and I shifted, feeling the stretch. His cock would be so much more intense than that, but I still wanted it. Then he switched the vibrating wand on again and slid it inside my pussy, and I went nuts.

“Oh my God,” I moaned as vibrations shot through me. Having both holes filled made the sensations more intense. He filled me up so completely that soon there would be no space left for him to claim.

After a few agonizing minutes of pleasure, he switched the vibrator off and slid his fingers out of my ass. Then I felt the nudge of his cock against my bottom. He was hard again, and the broad tip of his erection was slicked with lube. He gripped my hips and started pushing into me.

I moaned as his cock filled me up. With him buried to the hilt in my ass, I was even more aware of his size. My body stretched around his erection, and it was a little uncomfortable, but when he started running the vibrator over my clit again, I stopped caring. My muscles relaxed, and that’s when he started to move.

He pushed in and out with gentle strokes that had me ripping at the sheets in frustrated desire. He was being too gentle, and I wanted him to fuck me hard, to claim me completely.

He reached forward to grab one of my hands, then wrapped it around the vibrator. “You use it,” he said before gripping my hips again. He kept nudging into me with careful strokes.

Given the power of the vibrator, I used it well. I rubbed over my clit until I was close to coming, then slid it back. Hardly believing what I was about to do, I adjusted the angle until I could slide the vibrator into my pussy while he fucked my ass.

He shouted as the vibrator pushed inside. Vibrations rocketed between us, making everything quiver. He could probably feel the pulses against his dick.

“Take that out,” he said in a hoarse voice after a minute of sensual torture. “I’m going to go hard.”

I obeyed and braced myself against the bed. True to his word, he started fucking with animalistic intensity, and I cried out at the overwhelming pleasure/pain. It was perfect — everything I’d ever wanted, even if I hadn’t realized it. I wanted him using my ass and my pussy. I wanted him to follow this up by shoving his cock in my mouth. I wanted to be nothing but a series of hungry holes for him to use.

The tension gathered and then exploded. I came, nearly blacking out with the force of the orgasm that had my entire lower body clenching and pulsing. He followed soon after, pouring his come into my ass.

We collapsed on the bed together afterward. Once my breathing had slowed enough, I propped myself up to look at him. “Was it worth it?” I asked. “All that money?”