Page 655 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Size contest?” asked the squad leader. “Mind if we measure in?”
Yes.I minded very much. But it would have been very poor etiquette to deny his request. “Sure thing.”
“Measure in?” asked Anthony and Maeve at the same time.
“Yeah. If they’re bigger than you, they get to join.”
Anthony shook his head. “Hell no.”
“You can’t really say no. Single Boy Rule #24: If a boy interrupts a size contest, you must let him measure in.” As always, I realized that the Single Boy Rules were right again. If I didn’t let Maeve warm up with a smaller cock, I might have torn the poor girl in two.
Anthony laughed. But when we all just stared at him, he cleared his throat. “Wait, you’re serious?”
I nodded. “Yup. But I’ll tell you what. I just got some great news, so I’m feeling generous. And this whole thing is about your wedding venue. So if you want, we can settle this with a classic Uskavian wedding ceremony.”
“Uskavian?”
“Yeah. From the Kingdom of Uskavia. Very small country. Most people don’t even know about it. But you don’t need a geography lesson. What’s important is their wedding ceremony. It’s pretty traditional, but the twist is that the bride measures all the groomsmen. And if at least half of them are bigger than the groom, then they get to fuck her. In our little mock wedding, these five guards will be your groomsmen.”
“So if I’m bigger than at least three of them, we’re done?” asked Anthony.
“Correct.” I turned to Maeve. “Also, if Anthony loses, you’ll be my personal maid until your wedding day. Which, to be clear, means I’ll fuck you whenever I please.”
Maeve gulped.
“So what do you say?”
“Let’s do it.”
“What?” asked Anthony. “You’re seriously considering this?”
“Would you rather me get impaled by that?” She gestured to my huge cock. “This is our way out. You got unlucky with Mr. King.The odds of three of those guards being bigger than you are basically zero.”
“We have a deal?” I asked.
“Yup.” Maeve shook my hand. “Set it up.”
Done.
I got dressed while the guards gathered some furniture and flowers to make it feel wedding-y. Meanwhile, Maeve grabbed her sarong and ducked into a bathroom to fix her wedding look.
In just under two minutes, all the guys were standing on the altar – me at the center, Anthony on my left, and the five guards next to him as his groomsmen.
The squad leader hit a button on his phone and wedding music started playing.
Maeve walked out of the bathroom. All she’d done for her wedding dress was wrapped her sheer sarong around her waist and pulled her bikini top back into place.
And honestly…it kind of worked. The only thing weird about it was that the sarong tied in the front, so it left her pussy exposed. So it looked imbalanced with her tits covered.
She must have agreed with me, because she took one step, looked in the mirror, and then pushed her top off her tits.
Good girl.
“Why’d you take your tits out?” whispered Anthony when she got to the altar.
“It looks weird to have them covered when my cooch is out. And anyway…when you win, it’ll just make your groomsmen that much more jealous that I’m all yours.” She squeezed his hands and then took her place across from him at the altar.
“Dearly beloved,” I began. “We gather here today to celebrate the love that Anthony and Maeve share for one another. And to see if Anthony has a bigger dick than his groomsmen. Earlier he measured in at eight and a quarter, so that’s the baseline. Maeve, would you like to do the honors?” I handed her the ruler.
