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Waking Up in Vegas [SanguinisTorment and Standupguy1]

SanguinisTorment

SanguinisTorment

Super-Earth
Joined
Jan 10, 2012
What the hell?

Leslie’s head was pounding, much more than she actually had hoped for. It wasn’t the usual either, which made her wonder if she’d had a lot more than she thought. But then again, she normally didn’t drink. This wasn’t her ideal way of waking up in the morning. With one eye open, she scanned the unfamiliar room. She remembered her hotel room looking much dirtier, and not as superb as this one. That could mean one of two things. She either hit it big, or she ended up having a one night stand. Shit, she thought. Georgie could be wondering where she is right about now, and she can’t possibly have that happen.

She sat up, head spinning. She came to celebrate graduating college, now a music major as well as accounting. Georgie felt that Leslie needed to wind down, so they ended up going to Vegas. She vaguely remembered the partying, and a lot of drinking. But after that it was all blank. Now she’s naked in a stranger’s bedroom. Naked. Oh fuck! She scrambled to her feet, looking frantically for her clothes. One thing caught her eyes. A golden ring on her left hand ring finger. She looked up, toward the bed and let out a shriek. “Oh my God!”​
 
Mark was woken up by a shriek. He had gone to sin city with a bunch of his friends for a little r and r and he did a little gambling and then a lot of drinking. He opened his eyes to see a beautiful yet unknown women. He yelled back, “who the hell are you.” She was stark naked. But then ageing so was he.

He thought back to what her could recall. Tom, Adam and him drove to sin city they stayed at the mirage. They unpacked there things did a little gambling and then went to the bar. The bar did he really drink that much that he had slept with some girl he didn’t even know.

He looked at her and said, “ok what the hell is going on here. where are we. and how the hell did we get here. oh no” at that point he had just seen a gold ring on his left hand. His mother was going to kill him.
 
She was shaking, freaking out. This isn’t right, this can’t be happening. She looked down, then back up. She covered herself up as much as possible reaching for a random jacket on the dresser and covering herself. “Who am I? Who are you?” She countered, looking at him. He was attractive, but not enough to deter from the fact that these two were now…

Her eyes widened, “We—we got…” Her voice trailed off as she came to realization that they made a big mistake. She threw her hands up in the air, landing on her face. “Oh god, I had a Vegas wedding!” She started having a small panic attack. This is bad, this is so bad.

She started to gather her things, “Where’s my phone? I have to call a lawyer and get this annulled.” She was talking to herself, getting down on her knees to look for her shoes under the bed. The better she left, the greater she’d feel. She looked up, spotting her underwear on the pillow beside him. “Fuck.”
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Mark looked at his cell phone and said, “I am a lawyer and here’s your problem its Saturday we won’t be able to get an annulment till Monday. All the courts are closed. But yes once we can we should. It’s the adult thing to do.” He saw the paintes by him and though them at her.

He found his underwear and put them on under the covers. It took him 5 minutes but he found his pants. He was relieved to see he had an opened condom rapper. “thank god” he said out loud and then put on the rest of his close.

He said, “im going to call my friends tom and Adam they problem know what went on last night.” He buttoned up his shirt and then asked, “did you come with anybody.”
 
Leslie mumbled a thank you to him as she pulled her panties on, then her shorts and top. “Yes, that would be the adult thing to do.” She told him, she slipped on her shoes, sitting down on the bed. “I don’t do this. Not at all.”

She was going to have to explain everything to Georgie when she finds her. They should have never done this, not one bit. She found her phone and started dialing. But the moment the thought clicked into her head, she looked up at him. “Wait, what do you mean until Monday? I don’t have until Monday. I leave tomorrow…” Her face landed in her palms again.

“Georgie is going to kill me…this isn’t something I do. Her, maybe, but not me.” She looked up, “I mean, you’re probably a great guy, and you’ll probably make someone a very lucky wife, but I just don’t…God!” She fell back on the bed, her head filling up with the usual worry.​
 
Mark passed back and forth trying to think what could of happened. He was a goddamn lawyer he should be able. He looked around him. they were in a very very nice room. A room he could one day

afforded but that day wasn’t now. He was still paying off school debts.
He looked over to the girl he had just slept with, “your still a college student right? do you come from money would you be able to afford a room like this?”
 
She shook her head, "I graduated last week. Georgie was paying for this entire trip as a gift." She sifted through her purse. She had her credit card, but she didn't know how much this room cost, so she couldn't exactly risk it. She had bills, too.

She stared at the wall for a moment. "A hotel as nice as this, we probably paid first before we got the room key. We just have to call the main desk and find out."
 
He thought for a moment and said, “well were in a city with over 50 casinos we got very drunk to the point of blacking out and were in a very nice room and were married. Something tells me we hit some big jackpot which made the drunk me and you celebrate by getting hitched and having our honeymoon here. it’s just a guess but I think I’m right.”
 
She let out a nervous laugh. "That's great...just great." She stood up, "I got shit faced, married, and had a honeymoon with a complete stranger. I don't even know your name still."

Leslie ran a hand through her hair, shaking slightly. This wasn't her plan at all. She was just going to get drunk, lose some cash, and that's it. But instead she met some random stranger and got hitched. She sighed, "I don't even know if the sex was great..." Without thinking, she said that last part out loud.
 
Mark erupted in laughter. After his body stopped shaking form the laughter he said, “My name is mark Leo Jones. Oh yeah and as far as I see it we have one of two options we can either figure out if the sex was good or not or we can get all Sherlock Comes and figure out what happened last night.”
He ran his hand though his hair and went to the mini fridge and got a bottle of water. He drank a good 3/4ths of it in one go. “helps me get over a hangover now witch of the two options do you want to do.” He said jokingly.
 
When he started laughing, she looked at him in shock. This wasn't exactly a laughing matter, so why was he doing that? But when he gave her those options, she couldn't help but wonder. But knowing that he was joking around, she smiled a little. They had until Monday, so why not just lay low? Leslie ran a hand through her hair. Might as well joke along with him.

She took the water from his and, taking a long drink. Just go with it. She was still in Vegas, so technically she was still allowed to have fun. She smiled at him, "Sure let's do option number one. Even though I'm aware of how good I am at sex."
 
They both walked out of the room. Mark made sure to get the room number before going down the elevator. They were in a penthouse suite so it took a long time to get down to the lobby. The made their way through a labyrinth of blackjack tables to get to the main desk.

When they got there a portly Asian man with thick black hipster glasses said, “Mr. and Mrs. Jones how are you?” mark looked back at his bride and said, “well this is going to be a lot easier than I thought.” Mark having no idea who this man was said, “how’s it going stranger hay can you tell me how much we up as of today.”

The Asian man said, “what are you just trying to show off…..oh my god….oh my you guys really were wasted did you not know?” mark smiled weakly and said, “no…no I don’t.” the Asian man was trying to hold back a laugh, “everyone in this whole hotel knows your story by now. Ok I was your bar tender last night. From what you told me last night here’s what happened at first you came to a black jack table with 300 after about an hour and a half you were down to 250 so you switched games. After about another hour at the craps table where you to meet and got to talking you were up to 500 hundred. That’s when you both came to me and really started drinking at my bar. You were going to celebrate your winnings by taking this fine lady out for dinner. but before you did you put a one dollar chip into a progressive slot machine that hadn’t hit a jackpot in three and a half years. Three sevens later you won 17 million dollars somewhere around 13 after they take taxes out. You both kiss the whole casino crowds around you. The pit boss tells you they’ll give you a suit if you guys can wait the 48 hours it takes them to get you our money. You guys get the key to your room. Then you both run off to get married. Hope you got a pre nump man. Oh yeah and thank you for the 2000 dollar tip last night after you won.”
 
Leslie's jaw went slack after the man's story. She stared at him for the longest time, trying to register the fact that he just told them they were multi-millionaires. She could be dreaming, so she pinched herself. How can she possibly not know that all this happened? She must have been extremely fucked up from last night. After a few seconds, a smile graced her lips. She felt wrong thinking this way, but she was perfectly okay with being married to him all of a sudden. But she didn't want to think that way, not when it involved money. She didn't like prenups either. She grabbed Mark's arm and pulled him to the side.

"This is big, really big. I thought maybe you might have scored a couple grand...but a 13 million?" She took a breath, trying to calm herself down. "I really don't want to sound like a gold digger of any sort, so when we go back up to the room, we'll discuss this in a professional manner." She tried to sound as sweet and charming as possible. She sighed, "I don't really care about the money, I just wanted to know what the hell happened last night."
 
Mark said, “Yes this is defiantly something we should talk about in privet.” They both went back to the elevator there one no one in it. They still didn’t talk about anything seeing the gravity of the issue. The elevator made its way to the tippy top floor. Mark got a text on his phone his friends had to go back home in the middle of the night last night do to a work emergency. Since they did not talk about the money or the wedding it seemed like they didn’t know.

Mark and his new bride made their way back to the room. After the door was closed mark said, “I am a lawyer. Looking at this in a lawful way I see it like this. I won the money before I married you thus the money I made is mine. But I did make a commitment to you last night weather I like it or not. So rather than lose all the money I won last night in some big lawsuit and have the governments freeze the funds here is my offer. I am willing to pay for the rest of your education plus a onetime flat sum of one and a half million dollars….you are my wife. Before we annul the marriage. To me this seems more than fair. This is a lawyer saying you don’t want to get the lawyers involved in this. I am also willing to pay for the rest of this vacation for you at the cream of the crop of shows, dinners and events. Does this sound fair.”

After he said that he did not look back at her but took a half full bottle of vodka and looked at it. he was perplexed on whether to ever drink it again in one way it made him a lot of money on the other hand it made him marry a women her barely knew.
 
"That sounds more like it's fair, to you." Leslie knew that she said she pretty much didn't are about the money, but half a million seemed like a horrible end of the deal. She tried to be as polite as possible, without sounding greedy. She put on her sweetest smile, "You're right, you did win the money before you married me. But...I was still there when you won the jackpot. By the way, I'm out of college now, so you don't have to pay for my education. I'm not saying I want half, but I would like to know that I'm financially stable, so maybe I can have the other half of that million? I won't even remember your name after this Mr. Jones, if you do that."

She made a little gesture, zipping her lips and making a fake lock. She crossed her legs as she sat down on the bed. "Also, what are we going to do until Monday? We're still married until then." She shrugged, looking up at him with lazy eyes. Around this time, she figured, newlyweds would be locked away in their rooms doing the horizontal tango. She was too drunk to remember that part of their wedding night.
 
“You have already furnished you education? Oh I didn’t know that. Then you should get a million and a half. And I mean what I said I am more than willing to make this a vacation of a life time.” He sat down on the bed and said, “Now what would you like to do. It seems this whole thing ends in two days…we get our money and we can get our marriage annulled”.
 
"Yes, I did. I majored in Music and Accounting." She wasn't proud of the second major, but she wasn't exactly complaining. She smiled at him, shrugging. "We figured out one of the great mysteries of last night. And as I recall, you did have two options." She winked. Of course she was joking, she didn't honestly think he would be up to having sober sex with her. She wasn't much of a seducer, so she didn't expect anything either. She reached for the vodka and took a sip, the liquid burning her throat slightly. She was more of a Gin and tonic girl, so she gave it back. "It's up to you, though."

She patted his thigh quickly, looking ahead. She felt like a whore, to be honest. He had money, and they got married, and had wild sex. She just didn't want her friend knowing that this happened. She made a mental note to make sure that her friend never found this out.
 
He smiled and took a big gulb he said, “a odd mix of majors. but i respect some one who goes for the dreams but has a back up plan. Well we did just win a lot of money. Do you care to celebrate how we did last night? I would like to do our second option.” He laughed and looked at her. He was hoping she would not say no. he took a cigar out of his pocket. He bit the end of it lit the end of it and puffed it a few times. It was good. the best he ever smoked he must have bought it the night before. After it was good and lit. he offered a puff to the sultry goddess before him.
 
She rarely smoked cigars these days, but when he offered she took it gladly. Her cheeks hallowed out as she took a long puff, her eyes glancing at him from the side. He really wanted to have sex with her, Gods. It would be a fun way to spend the day. She took another puff of the cigar before handing it back to him. She took off her coat. "We could do that." She teased gently, looking at him. The anxious girl was long gone, now. She wanted to remember the wild sex as much as he did, probably. She bit her lip, leaning forward. "Mr. Jones."
 
His cock stiffened from seeing her puff the cigar. Something about a hot girl smoking a cigar always turned him on. He took the cigar and took another long puff. He undid his tie with his free hand as he took another puff.

He put the cigar on the bedside table in an ash tray. He took of his sport coat and got on the bed with her. As he started to unbutton his shirt he kissed her deeply and then said, “Mrs. Jones.” He kissed her agent now tasting the lovely flavor of the cigar.

his hands started moveing up and down her blouse clad body. he was hopeing she was wareing some sex bra and painy set he didnt rember form last night.
 
It was weird, she found that last name to be slightly sexy coming out of his mouth. She moved his hands away from his shirt, wanting to do the job for him. At the last button, she slowly slipped the shirt off of his shoulders, running her fingers over his chest slowly. Her black fingernails softly scraped over his nipples.

She could taste the cigar smoke on his tongue, and she let out a soft sigh in response to that. She played with button of her blouse, opening it up to reveal a black bra that pushed up her breasts. She wasn't the biggest, just a small B Cup, but the bra really did remarkable illusions.

She smiled, "Mr. Jones," she repeated. It suddenly became a turn on for her.
 
Mark took her panties off. His one hand and worked her clit roughly with his knuckles. He played her like she was a finely tuned guitar. Needless to say it made her scream. He loved playing with girls hot wet pussys. And his new bride’s pussy definitely was wet and hot. He put his big long cock in her working his big cock back and forth impaling her tiny hot pussy. He kept fucking his wife back and forth loving the expressions on her face as he did. He loved the girly noises she made. She was pushing back angst the bed to get him deeper in her. He yelled as he worked her little cunt, “wrap thoughts amazing legs around me.”

He got up and his knees fucking her so he could pump her as he took another drag form his cigar. A tight pussy and a nice cigar what more could a guy ask for. He put the cigar back down. He grabbed on her hips hard putting himself as deep as he could go into her. “Does mrs. jones like missionary does she like getting her pussy impaled in this position." He slapped her ass.
 
"Ohh, god!" She moaned as he toyed with her. All the while, Leslie played with his pants, pulling both his jeans and underwear down his legs. His cock felt warm against her fingers. He moaned in his ear, nibbling his lob gently before he shoved her back onto the bed, giggling happily. He took no time in sliding inside her. She let out a shout, as he started to fuck her, good and hard. She did as he wanted, biting her lip. "More, please!"

Her lower half lifted with his, and she arched her back as the pleasure mounted. He had a thing for cigarettes, she thought. That should have to play out some other time. She squealed as he slapped her ass, looking at him. "Yes, yes! I love it very much! Fuck me!"
 
Mark manhandled her into a new position. He just loved overpowering her so much. He grabbed her ass and Brest far more time than he had to to force her into the arch but she was his her mind her body and most importantly her heart was his. And in a position like this it felt like his dick made it all the way to her heart. she was laid down looking up at him and he started to pump back and forth as he fucked her in the arch style. She was so little and he was so big it was almost comical how her towered over her curvy body with his muscular one. It was as if a Greek god was fucking a human. A good looking human but so tiny and week by comparison. His dick was much slicker for the cum but still tore up her pussy like invading army going into a city. She now knew why some of her girlfriends called sex….getting plowed. She griped the sheets in pleasure.
 
The sounds of their rough sex filled her ears, very nearly turning her into a bundle of sex for his pleasure. She didn't seemed to mind it one bit. She wouldn't mind at all if she decided to be his bride for a while, but that would be up to him. Let's face it, though, the sex is pretty damn good. He was pushing into her so deep, so hard, that she couldn't hold back the sounds that left her lips. She couldn't stop her body from trembling. Leslie looked at him. She wanted more.
 
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