by Nicole Casey
“Well, I’m your customer now and I’m paying in the millions,” he told me as he suddenly curled his fingers. The very tips of his two fingers found their way to the folds of my flesh, warm and moist as they were, and a shock shot through my body, making me squirm and moan even louder.
Far in the back of my mind, there was an alarm screaming I should stop this. I wasn’t his wife. I wasn’t really going to be even if the legal papers said so. This was all just a game of pretend… and yet my heart was telling me something different. I wanted more.
“P-please, be gentle,” I asked of him as he began to find a steady rhythm with the way his fingers slid across my pussy’s lips. He never pushed too deep to break my virginity but he would cycle around my clit and occasionally apply pressure, making me gasp and lose my breath in a sudden wave of pleasure.
“I promise,” he assured me as he took my panties off and then proceeded to remove his underwear.
Almost instinctively I reached down to grab his cock and my eyes went wide with surprise when I got a grasp of it. I always suspected he had a big shaft between his legs but this… this was monstrous. It throbbed in my hand, pulsating with anger and excitement, and I both dreaded and anticipated its venomous bite when he would finally thrust it through my flesh.
Before he would lunge in and break my walls, Daxter took the opportunity to descent down and lick the flesh of my exposed womanhood. He pushed me and laid me on my back before he gave the very lips of my pussy a soft, almost sweet kiss. I cooed in pleasure and both my hands found their way to his hair; my fingers combed through the soft strands as he began to dig his face in and devour my pussy.
“O-oh my God!” I moaned out loud when I felt his tongue lash at my clit and slide between the folds of my flesh. I squirmed, I kicked and I pushed his face in deeper as I wanted him to ravage me and suck on my juices.
Yet right when I thought I was on the verge of losing my mind and reaching my climax Daxter pulled back. He didn’t let me have my moment just yet, knowing there was still so much more to come.
“Open your legs,” he instructed. I spread my legs and beckoned for him to come take me. Daxter shifted his body between my legs and in that instant, I felt the sudden blood rush when the very tip of his meat pressed against my pussy.
I inhaled. I held my breath. I shut my eyes and bit my lips as I waited for the moment of truth.
Suddenly but slowly he thrust his cock in. It broke through the first few folds of my pussy and I could feel the tip brushing against the veil protecting my virginity. I took another deep breath and in that instant he pushed forward once more, breaking me with a sudden intensity I was not ready for.
“Oh f-fuck!” I uttered loudly when I felt my inner walls begin to part and spread to make room for the girth of his shaft. He then thrust again and again, each time digging in deeper into my body. I felt like I was going to explode from the rack of pain that jolted through every inch of my being. However, with each passing second, I began to realize I wasn’t screaming but moaning and begging for more.
My body began to sway in a steady rhythm, moving along with the beat of his thrusts. I could feel my tits bounce and my mouth gaped open as I lost all sense of time and place. I could only moan and drool in ecstasy as I clung to his body and pulled him to dig his way in deeper and faster into me.
I then felt my own juices begin to drip down my pussy and my legs. I was so wet he could easily slide his massive cock into me but even then my walls were still so tight I could feel my pussy squeezing his shaft with each thrust.
For the longest time, my mind swirled into an abyss of ecstasy, one where nothing else existed but the wave of pleasure that flowed through every inch of my body and soul. I didn’t even realize that we had shifted positions multiple times throughout the night. He had me on my side, he took me from behind with his hands on my waist and pounding me like a raving animal, he took me with my legs raised and with them shut tight.
All I knew was that by the end of the night I had exploded and my orgasm drove me over the edge of sanity. I couldn’t tell if I was silent, moaning or outright screaming in utter euphoria but the moment was glorious and I lay there on the bed, with my mouth wide open, when Daxter spilled his hot cum all over my face.
When he had emptied he gave my face a soft pat and then he pulled me up to rest in the middle of the bed. It was a sweet gesture and even sweeter with the fact he took the time to walk to the bathroom, get a towel and wipe me down.
Daxter then slid back to bed, wrapped me with his arms and then embraced me closely until we both fell asleep.
10
Daxter
When morning came, I found Noelle already awake. She was seated against the bed’s headboard had nothing but the blanket on. In her hand she had a mug of coffee and in the other the remote control for the large television in my room. It was mounted on the wall and when I took a glimpse I saw she was watching some show about Thailand street food.
“Hmm, good morning you,” I greeted as I shook of my grogginess and got up to sit beside her.
Noelle turned to me and gave me a kiss on the lips. It tasted so sweet I was tempted to kiss her back again and again until I could have another round with her. I withheld from that thought, however, and simply slid an arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze.
“We should go to Thailand sometime,” she told me, her eyes focused forward. “Then we can go to Vietnam, the Philippines and maybe Cambodia.”
Did I go to sleep and wake up with the same woman in my bed? I looked at her and figured she looked the same, she sounded the same and she damn right tasted the same but gone was the nervous and shy girl who wasn’t so sure about this whole fake marriage deal.
“S-sure,” I said, a little wary of what to say. “Did you just make that cup of coffee?”
Noelle looked at me and giggled, “Huh? Oh, yeah I used your coffee machine. I was going to make you one too but I didn’t know how you liked your coffee or when you’d wake up. Sorry about that.”
I shook my head and smiled, “No, really, it’s fine. How are you feeling?”
She leaned back and rested her head on me. I hugged her close and she said, “I’m feeling really good. I feel so good it’s like I’ve been reborn.”
“Was I that good last night?” I asked with a naughty tone. I reached up and fondled her tits. She didn’t even try to push my hand away and instead just giggled.
“I’ll admit that last night was a hundred times better than what I thought sex would be like,” she explained. “I always feared it would be painful and humiliating but you made it into something so much more… poetic.”
Although I’ve fucked a dozen girls and more I’ve never heard someone tell me that our love-making was that damn good. “I don’t know what I did right. I was just so overcome with lust all I could think about was to fuck you like there was no tomorrow.”
Noelle giggled at that and reached down to grab my cock. The touch of her small fingers on my meat sent chills up my spine and almost immediately I began to get an erection going. It was amazing to see how my dick could get so big that she couldn’t even wrap her fingers around it.
“Excited so early,” she told me. “I love it. I love this whole thing we have going.”
“Would you say you love me too?” I asked her. I was curious about what she had to say about that, knowing that the strength of our relationship would better sell the story we were telling the public.
Noelle began to slowly, ever so slowly, stroke my cock as she replied, “I can’t say I love you. We were good friends so many years ago but so much has changed. It’s like we’re just getting to know each other again. I can say that I do like you. I’m attracted to you and you made me feel so good last night too. Now that I had to get into a fake marriage I’m glad it’s with you.”
Honest but also still very sweet. That was the Noelle I knew.
“That’s all I need to hear to stay happy,” I told her. “I can’t say I love you either. To be fair th
ough I can’t say I ever loved anyone. I was just too busy thinking about fucking one pussy and then chasing the next one.”
Noelle turned the volume of the TV down and then looked at me straight in the eye, “Can you handle being a one-woman kind of guy now that you’re forced to marry me? Even though we’re not really together, I don’t want to end up tasting some other girl’s pussy on your lips the next time I kiss you.”
That made me laugh and I nuzzled my nose against her nape as I said, “I know I can. I need to prove to my family I’m worthy of their money and I want to prove to you that I can be a loyal husband, even though our marriage was contractual to begin with.”
“If you don’t keep to your word you’ll owe a million dollars,” she reminded me.
Of course, I didn’t need to be reminded of that fact. If I failed this relationship and if I failed to impress my parents then I would literally lose everything. I’d need to get a regular job or maybe even have to ask Trevor to see if I could work at Mercury Wild. My sister would be disappointed and I’d have to pay this lovely young woman a million bucks.
“Don’t worry, we’ll make this work out,” I said with all the determination I could muster. “You know, speaking of making all this work, maybe we should turn last night’s business idea into a reality. It’ll show my parents we’re serious about this and we could honest-to-God earn some money from it too.”
She looked at me with a really big smile on her face. She gave my cock a sudden squeeze and asked, “Oh my God, are you serious? We can really do the whole fashion business thing?”
“I don’t see why not,” I answered with a shrug. “I have enough resources for it but I don’t know a single thing about running a business. We’ll have to talk to Jasmine Wild for a business consultation so we can get on the right track.”
Noelle nodded, “That’s right. However, you did mention you know some fashion designers and other people in this kind of industry. Was that true or were you just pulling strings so your mom and dad to believe our story?”
I shook my head and pointed out, “No, no, I really do know a few. Some of them are big-name brand designers too. I work as a model, remember? I get to meet these people on a regular basis. I’ll call the ones who live here in the city and then email the ones out of state.”
“Good,” she said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “We have to do it. Now that I’m stuck here with you regardless of how we feel about it, I’m quitting my job at the club.”
“Does that mean no more stripping?”
Noelle nodded.
“Not even for me?” I teased.
She laughed and then began to stroke my cock even more enthusiastically, “Okay fine, I’ll strip dance for you but only if you let me get another taste of you this morning.”
That was an easy deal to agree to. I didn’t care about any other plans for the day. All I wanted was to push Noelle down on all fours and fuck her doggy style, right in front of the mirror, and hear her lovely and seductive voice just beg for another round. It was like a dream come true and I never wanted it to stop.
11
Noelle
Three hours had passed before I managed to take a shower, change my clothes and head back to my real apartment. I thought I’d never make it with how my knees were trembling. I was so tired from having sex with Daxter but it was the kind of exhaustion that made me feel good. It made me feel complete.
For today, I had to get all my important stuff packed and ready to go. Daxter had already called a moving company to swing by and get all my things. However, seeing as his condo already had a lot of good furniture and appliances, I didn’t really need to bring mine. It took me less than two hours to get all my clothes, books and important belongings in boxes. Everything else was going to be donated down the street.
It was almost a little past noon when the movers came by. It was just three guys, all of them big and built like Daxter but they were all a little older. One of them had a lumberjack beard just crawling all over his face and for a brief second, I fantasized what it would be like for them to just take me like a little slut in their arms.
“Wake up,” I reminded myself. I was getting married for fuck’s sake. I just had sex for the first time and here I was dreaming of strangers plowing their way between my legs. At least now I was beginning to understand why Daxter fooled around with girls so much – it felt so damn good!
“Ma’am,” said the other mover, one who had bright orange hair and a pretty smile. “I just need you to sign these papers.”
I took the clipboard he was holding and then double-checked all of the information. Once I was sure the address, names and items were all correct, I signed and waved them good-bye. I then turned to my phone and sent Daxter a message, letting him know the movers would be arriving at his place soon now that they were done here.
Once he gave me the thumbs up, I dialed Hannah’s number. She quickly picked up the call.
“Hey,” I greeted her. “You free today? I need help.”
“Noelle? Uh, sure,” she sounded a little groggy. Did she just wake up? “What do you need?”
I couldn’t help but smile when I said, “I’m going to quit the club and then I need help picking out a wedding dress.”
“Holy shit, how the fuck did that happen?” Hannah suddenly woke up and she began rattling on in shock. She kept on complaining about how I didn’t tell her what the heck was going on and that all of a sudden I was getting married. She kept on ranting about how just the other day we were talking about me catching up with Daxter and now a wedding was in the works.
“Let me explain,” I told her. “Let’s meet up at Mercury Wild and I’ll tell you the whole story over drinks.”
“Wait, before we do a damn thing,” she cut in. “I want to know when you’re getting married and if I’m the Maid of Honor.”
“It’s a civil wedding but sure,” I answered. “It’s by the end of the month, actually. We got to talk to the mayor last night and we didn’t want to waste any time which is why I need help picking a dress. We want to get this thing done before the end of the month.”
Hannah laughed on the other end, “Wow, you’re really pushing for this. Aren’t you in a sudden rush, huh? Well, okay, I’ll be at Mercury Wild in about twenty minutes. I just have to take a shower real quick.”
Twenty minutes turned into an hour. Fortunately for me, Mercury Wild wasn’t a boring place to be alone and waiting. A lot of guys passed me by and tried to flirt around but I didn’t pay any of them attention. I had the man I wanted. I may not really love Daxter but he fulfilled my sexual needs and he saved me from a financial crisis too. Now we just had to seal the deal and make the story legitimate to convince his parents.
By the time Hannah finally arrived, I was on my second glass of a really strong mojito mix. She was in a short pair of denim shorts – so short I could practically see her ass cheeks – and a hanging white top.
“Hey you,” I greeted. “You ought to try this. It’s really good.”
She patted me on the leg, took my drink and sipped. “Wow,” she exclaimed. “Whew, this is kind of strong. Jesus, I could get knocked out with a few of these bad boys. Speaking of bad boys… you’re marrying Daxter? What the heck happened? Did he propose after giving the best one night stand in the whole fucking world?”
I laughed and bit my lip knowing that in some twisted way she did get the story right. “Okay, remember how I went on a random date with Daxter after I learned his brother died?”
She nodded, “Yeah and I told you he was using his grief to get into your pants.”
“Well, it turns out life is so complicated but so simple at the same time,” I tried to segue into the nitty-gritty details. “He wants to prove to his parents he deserves inheriting their wealth and the first step to do that was to show he could handle a serious relationship. So he proposed I marry him, regardless of how we feel towards each other. If it convinces his parents then I get unlimited access to his riches and i
f it fails and we divorce he still gives me a million dollars.”
Hannah’s jaw had dropped to the floor in disbelief. “No fucking way.”
“Yep,” I said as I grabbed my drink back and finished it with a single take. “It’s a fake marriage just for show. I mean, it’s real legally but ugh, you know what I mean, right?”
She nodded and said, “So you’re just getting married for the mutual benefits. You get rich and he gets richer. Okay, that’s all fine and dandy but that still doesn’t address the biggest and the most important question I have.”
“Which is?”
“Did you guys fuck yet?” Hannah asked with a big grin on her face.
I giggled and bit my lip as I nodded.
“Oh you dirty little slut,” she teased me and pinched my arm. “I knew it. You wouldn’t keep going with such a crazy plan like this if you didn’t have sex yet. You finally lost your virginity. How was it? You owe me so many freaking details it’s not even funny.”
“Okay, I will,” I relented. “But on the condition you help me pick a damn wedding dress. I don’t know where to start. Oh, and we need to tell the boss at the club that I’m fucking done with dancing with my clothes off.”
12
Daxter
The wedding was over before I even realized it was happening. I thought the day I’d get married it would be in a big cathedral with doves, thousands of guests and all sorts of flowers and media coverage. Instead, it was just me, Noelle, her friend Hannah, my sister and my parents. It was a small event and Mayor Khatib ran the whole thing himself too. We were done in less than two hours.
It was a shame too because Noelle was wearing such a beautiful dress. It wasn’t one of those big white wedding gowns normally worn. Instead, it was a really fitting black mermaid dress with an open top that fully revealed her shoulders and cleavage. The black color was just even more seductive to the eye and she wore it with such confidence too. It was like she was a black sorceress of the night and now she was mine.
