Bad Intentions - Too Bad It’s Fake

I saw him in my room, across from my bed, looking at me the way he did when I was teaching him to cook and bake. Only now, he was focused on my pussy. I spread it wide to give him a good view, which also felt really good in the world outside my mind.

After some stretches, I put a finger in and started fucking myself. Noah watched in admiration as I worked my pussy and clit. When I got close to coming, I saw him move slowly towards me, pulling off his shirt as he approached.

Just as I was on the edge of orgasm, Noah got down on his knees between my legs, tenderly kissing my sensitive pussy lips. I kept moving my hand, again stroking the outside, as I imaged Noah lovingly licking my pussy, mixing light laps on my lips with gentle swirls on my clit.

I imagined myself putting a hand on the back of his head to urge him on. He picked up speed and licked a little harder but not enough to make it too intense. He seemed to know just what to do to make me feel really good. When he nearly made me cum, Noah made his way from my pussy up to my tits, planting soft, wet kisses on my tingling skin.

He practically buried his face in my tits, licking and sucking gently, working his way over to my very hard nipples, sucking one and then the other and back again, all the while stroking my pussy lips with his skilled fingers. Much like I was doing in real life.

He moved up even further, both on my body and into my tight little pussy. Still working his fingers inside me, getting up to three — me following suit in real life — he softly kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I did my best to meet him, Noah slowing down and giving me time to learn and copy what he was doing.

Again, he got me to the edge and then backed off, not wanting me to cum yet. It was clear he wanted me to cum with his huge, hard cock deep in my tight little pussy after he popped my cherry.

Getting into position between my legs, the Noah stroked the warm head of his huge cock against the outside of my pussy, making me gasp in pleasure. Pressing his hand against my belly, Noah eased his cock into my pussy, getting in up to my cherry before stopping, stroking my belly as I got used to the feel of him being inside me. It was both overwhelming and wonderful at the same time. When I was ready, he gave one short, slow thrust, pushing through my cherry, and taking my innocence.

Using three fingers to try and approximate the girth of his cock, I imagined him starting to move in me, slowly and first, but then gaining in speed until he was pounding me to a massive orgasm.

The fantasy was too much. I came hard, finally relaxed for the first time today.

Chapter Seven

Emma

I was used to fairly regular masturbation. My natural sex drive apparently being cranked up to eleven. Though I wasn’t quite used to it being so consistent. Every time I did it, I found myself thinking about Noah, my sexy lawyer. I couldn’t quite explain it except to guess that he had gotten to me in a way no one else had. I had seen handsome and well-built men before but there was something else about my fake fiancé. There was his mind, of course. He clearly knew a lot more than one would assume given his rich, pretty boy image, though I got the gut feeling that that was not something that he was particularly trying to do. He just sort of came across that way.

I was driving home from the café a few days later when my phone pinged. I looked over and saw that it was Noah. Finding an open spot, I pulled over and excitedly opened the message.

Hey, sexy.

Hey, handsome.

Where are you?

On the side of the road.

In a ditch?

In a hearse.

Lol. That’s a bit better, I guess.

I would say a lot better, considering I’m alive.

Which is more than can be said for the previous passengers.

I do my best not to think about that.

Like it is just a really big station wagon?

Exactly.

Without backseats.

Gives more space.

Where did you get it anyway?

My uncle.

Gag gift?

No, no, he ran a funeral home. He left me the hearse in his will.

Lol. It could be worse, I guess.

Worse than a free car with 50k on the odometer?

It didn’t.

It did.

No way.

Do you know how slow these things usually go?

Fair point.

The gas mileage is surprisingly good, too.

Where were you headed before I so rudely interrupted?

Not rude at all, cutie. I was just heading home after work.