Mr. Billionaire Weds Ms. Trillionaire

Ciara's POV

"This is a very bad idea," I said.

"No, it's not!" Ava playfully countered.

"How could you suggest something so… nasty. What were you thinking?" I playfully bugged.

"This little mind of yours needs to be

examined." I gently nudged her temple, teasingly. Our heel sounds thudding against the pavement.

"I think it's here," she said, scanning her phone and then scanning the red name beaming in red lights.

"After today, I'll fucking disown you." I chuckled as we entered.

We weren't too far in, and the blasting music was already deafening.

"Gosh, it's been so long, and it's too loud in here!" I yelled, striding behind Ava, covering my ears to block out the noise while squinting at the flashing red lights booming at every corner.

It's been so long since I last came to the club that I almost forgot how aching it felt.

My lifelong best friend convinced me to do something different for my birthday, so I decided to take her up on the offer.

"Which way now?" I stretched exhaustedly, gazing down the long, dark walk.

"Almost there, just around the second bend."

I sighed, still following her. What kind of a place was this? Holy shit!

We reached the counter, where she reminded me, "Remember the protocol: no penetration, no matter what. It's a boundary, and crossing it becomes rape." She smiled, but I was taken aback, having met her gaze without expecting her to say something so blunt.

"You didn't tell all this before," I said, struggling to keep up with Ava's fast steps.

Although Ava had revealed our destination being the most famous club known for its explicit heinous sexual activities. I couldn't believe my relatively innocent self had agreed to this. Well, not entirely innocent, but still.

"I just learned about it too." she said.

The music couldn't be heard in the central area, but then I started hearing a different kind of music - slower and more sensual - as we approached the next door.

Ava had made it clear to me several times that I could opt out, but I had declined, I was in to scrawl out of my old self. As we approached, I felt a growing sense of unease.

You can't blame me though, it was a sex club. Like the real nakey sexy stuff from the movies.

"No clothes, no supervision, just horny folks," Ava said undressing, and I was taken aback, my heart racing.

"What's going on?!" I asked, but she just gestured for me to undress.

I hesitated, but then joined her. As we finished and entered, I was stunned.

"There's no way! Ain't no fucking way this is real life!" I gasped.

Everyone was naked, slow dancing in a sensually triggering way.

I sighed in relief, feeling more at ease. At least, I wasn't going to be deafened with disturbingly loud moaning and grunting sounds. The rules clearly stated no sexual intercourse, to ensure everyone's consent and safety.

"Find someone, I'm going to the BJ sec," Ava said, and I nodded,

"Wait, can I come?" I asked, but she just looked me up and down. "You're not experienced enough," she said, and I knew she was right. I was a virgin, and I was terrified, but hey you brought me here, didn't you?

"Can I still join you?" I asked her retreating back.

"Your virgin ass would never," she pouted.

"Come only if you promise to be gentle," she said over her shoulder. "And do not use your teeth."

I followed her, feeling exposed and vulnerable, to a new section. It was the worst view compared to the others.

Faceless men were positioned in a state of arousal, their cocks sticking out an opening. I felt even more uncomfortable.

I cleared my throat as Ava gestured with her head for me to make a pick and kneel before him.

I shook my head in disapproval. She sighed, kneeled and began thrusting a big veiny cock into her mouth, a vein bulging in her neck as she deep throated and let out a soft guttural groan.

It was disgustingly impressive. Her head skills were… hmm. Magical to my eyes.

She kept on going, inspiring me to kneel. I was drawn to a smaller cock, which seemed more approachable, but Ava rolled her eyes at my choice. So, I tried to impress her by making a different choice of a bigger one.

I made the choice and knelt, but was tapped on the shoulder and told that the client had made a special request regarding me.

I was surprised and uncomfortable with the situation.

Was this some sort of sex show or something?

I felt uncomfortable with the client's authority over me and tried to change my mind, but was told that my initial choice was binding. Either I left or I remained with my first choice.

To avoid embarrassment, I decided to check out the offer, so I went with her into a red room and she shut the door behind me.

I became very scared for my life.

I went in further and could see his hard cock standing firmly, even as he sat still on a chair, leaned back, his eyes unwavering from mine.

Was this some kind of pornography shoot or what? I scanned for a potential camera, I mean I paid to be here for fun, not to be ordered around.

I combined all my life confidence together and went further, still thanking goodness there were limits to everything in this club.

I knelt beneath him, my whole leg touching the cold floor.

I tried to be like Ava, so I spread his legs a little wider, and put his whole dick into my mouth. And still just like Ava, I gagged really badly, as the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat, almost choking me.

A grunt escaped his lips, and he shivered, quivering swiftly.

I felt every intense motion his body made inside my mouth at my deep throating.

Holding his strong crotch tightly, I tried raising my head to gasp for air, but he held me down firmly, pressing and controlling my head to motion.

He shuddered, shaking, and released his cum inside my mouth.

It was very warm and slimy, with a faint taste of breastfeeding mother's milk—a thicker version.

He gently packed a fist full of my hair in his hand and brought my face up. I was shocked to see him part my lips with his finger, and pressed his on mine. Inside of his mouth was warm and soft. I went in with every motion, and didn't realize I had sat on his lap, until I began feeling his cock move around the face of my pussy.

He kissed my neck and ears, fondling my nipples.

"Hmm," I arched back, slowly grinding his cock.

His warm fingers, nippling my breasts, sent warm shivers down my spine.

"If you were mine, by now, my little daddy would have been creaming inside of you," he caressed to my ears, and I begged him to fuck me.

He hesitated, still teasing my every sense. My hand took the lead my whole body had longed for, breaking the protocol, I slid his cock into me, wincing in cold pleasure, my tight pussy hole rejecting his hard cock.

He thrusted deep into me, holding my hands behind my back. I squirmed and he groaned loudly in my ear, while I was engulfed in his tactic strokes.

He slowly began pounding me, each tactic stroke sent a piercing pleasure down my spine.

We went on for a little while and I gave him every inch of my being.

It was a memorable one night stand, even though we broke the rules, but who cared? It was all worth it.