Page 294 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Totally posed,” I said. “It was fake laughter. The photographer made us do it. And now that I’m seeing it, I think the photographer might have been a pervert or something. What a shame. Should we...like...go eat now? I’m so hungry. Not from seeing the pictures. I’m not in the mood for sausage.”
Another picture lit up of me deepthroating.
“Another pose.” My voice came out squeaky and weird.
The next photo lit up. It was a side view of us bent over. The huge cocks were so close to going inside of us.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They aren’t inside of us. Clearly.” I pointed to Ato’s dick. “And that was the end of that. I told the perverted photographer to beat it. Not himself. Or me.” My eyes grew round. “I wasn’t beating his penis for him. He was a youth.”Gah, stop talking! Andplease let that be the end of what Chastity thinks is tasteful.
The next picture lit up. It was of us getting fucked, but the angle didn’t show the actual penetration. I breathed a sigh of relief. “I know how that looks. But they clearly weren’t inside of us. It was just a bit of trick photography. As a perverted photographer would know how to do.”Why am I narrating this whole thing?!
Mr. Frost hadn’t said a word. But I felt like he was furious.
The next picture was a back shot of us both riding the strippers. There was no doubt that those cocks were deep inside of us.
“Gah! Fine! We went all the way. But only because the photographer told us to. I think. I was a little tipsy so I don’t fully remember. But I’m pretty sure it was just for a second. And then I bet Chastity took them both for herself.”
The next photo lit up. Of me on all fours getting spit roasted by both cocks.
I laughed awkwardly. “Or maybe I took them both for myself.”Fuck!In my defense, this engagement wasn’t real and I didn’t think these photos would ever see the light of day. And a part of me still wanted to free Tanner without having to go through with this sham of a wedding. I still had a few more weeks to make it happen. I was just...utilizing my time well.
The next picture lit up. I had both my hands wrapped around one of their cocks. My mouth was wide open and there was cum splashed on my cheeks.
“He didn’t even cum in me,” I said. “So it wasn’t even cheating.” I cringed. I think only a whore thought like that. But damn it! I was a whore!
Another photo lit up. Of me back outside on a lounge chair. I was under the Future Mrs. Frost ballons. Sucking Sammy’s humungous cock while my legs were spread and cum was seeping out of my pussy. Ato and Kweku were standing on either side of me.
Damn it!“When I said the photographer was a youth, I meant he used to be. It was technically his 18thbirthday. And it only seemed fair that he got a present, you know? It would have been incredibly rude not to blow him into adulthood.”Stop fucking talking!“So...did you like your present?”
Mr. Frost slowly turned to me. “Are you serious right now?” he said icily. The way he used to talk to me at work. Before I started blowing him on the regular.
“Yes? I thought you’d find it sexy. But I guess I missed the mark. Anyway, these were for your eyes only. So you don’t have to worry about people whispering behind your back about what I’ve done.”
“Wait. Is that Sammy Ababio?” he pointed to Sammy in the picture.
“Who?” My voice squeaked as I tried to sound innocent.
“Sammy Ababio. The 17-year-old brother of the owners of Modelli d’Ghana. You know…one of our freaking clients.”
“No! I mean...yes. But like I just said it was his 18thbirthday. Which is why I let him fuck me. And I also wanted to thank him for taking these photos on such short notice. For you.”
Mr. Frost didn’t seem impressed by those explanations, so I tried one more:
“And his cock was huge, so I kind of had to. Single Girl Rule #8: If a man has 8 abs and 8 inches, he may not be refused.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“What?” I cleared my throat. “Want a blowjob? I can show you this new thing I learned to do with my tongue.” I gave him my most seductive look.
“Um, no. I’d rather not have sloppy seconds.”
“Sloppy fourths, actually.” I thought it would be cute and lighten the mood, but it was kind of the opposite.Seriously, stop talking!
“You were making us wait till marriage. And meanwhile you were out there doing this?”
“Because marriage is...sacred.”
Mr. Frost glared at me. “This should go without saying, but our engagement is off. And you’re fired.” He grabbed my hand, pulled my ring off, and threw it at me. It bounced off my boob and hit the ground.
