Morgan dresses up to be Bill's eye-candy!

Bill sat on the bed watching the TV in the hotel room at the Casino. He was ready first, as usual. He wore a black shirt, blue jeans, and his black timberlands. He wasn't the best dresser. But that didn't matter anymore. He had the hottest girl he knew, and he didn't need to "get chicks" at a bar. In fact, he just like to show her off. That's the only reason they went to bars. After and hour, Morgan came out of the bathroom. "This is the outfit you were talking about right?" She twirled around. She wore her turquoise top, with the O-ring in the middle exposing the sides of her cleavage. Her tits weren't large, but they were nice handfuls, and always perky. For the bottom, Morgan wore a small pleated black skirt, something she rarely ever wore out. She was always self conscious and didn't want to look too slutty. But she had the most amazing tight little body, and she fit the small skirt well, it barely covered her small ass.

Bill nodded to her, "That's exactly the one I wanted!" He leered her up and down like a pervert. For a lowlife loser, he hit it big with this chick. Apparently, she loved confident assholes.

She sighed, "Can't we just stay in. We can just get drunk, I'll dress up and everything, you can play with me all night!"

Bill shook his head, "This is my week remember. I won the bet." His cock was getting erect just seeing her in that outfit.

Morgan went to the mirror. She put on large hoop earings. Then she began to straighten her short hair.

"What's with the earings?" He asked.

She shrugged, "I might as well look the part." She laughed, as she applied makeup. She began to put on lipstick. "So what do you want me to do exactly?"

He watched her the whole time, "Just stand close to me, be my eyecandy." He looked at her long sexy legs, "Trust me, no one will be able to concentrate on the game."

"Should I bounce up and down when you win," she jumped up and down, causing her boobs to jiggle. She clapped her hands and smiled jokingly.

"Yeah," he nodded, "and lean forward and shit to put in chips." He could barely contain himself. "Just look good, so the guys wanna do ya, and can't concentrate."

Morgan chuffed as she applied more makeup. "That's not gonna be hard. Everyone is gonna wanna fuck me. I look hot!" She smiled to herself in the mirror. Bill loved when she talked like this, with such confidence in herself and her body. She grabbed her pert tits. "These guys are gonna be a problem though."

"Why?" He asked.

She sighed, "I don't mind being eye-candy, but I don't want erect nipples poking through all night. Go get me some bandaids or duct tape!"

"Are you serious?" He laughed. He got up and walked over to her. He put his arms around her and cupped her tits. "I love them."

"I know babe," she smiled into the mirror, "but it's a little uncomfortable to have erect tits all the time. Erect at work, on the train." She shook her head, "It's hard to hide these guys. Now go get some bandaids."

Bill did as he was told, and when he came back, Morgan was putting on her silver high-heels, Bill's favorite. It would make her several inches taller than him, and extremely noticeable. Her legs looked fanfuckingtastic in heels. She stood up and held out her hand. Bill gave her the bandaids he got from the frontdesk.

She pulled down the top, and her tits popped free easily. She pasted a bandage on one nipple and then the next. She pulled her top up and examined herself in the mirror. "Perfect!" She smiled. She felt Bill come up from behind her. With ****, he pushed her down onto the counter. She felt him pull the skirt up. "Wait, what are you doing?"

He had had too much, he needed to fuck this beauty. "Just in case anyone gets any ideas, they're gonna find my cum all up in you," he pulled down her turquoise see-through thong.

She gave little resistance. "So you want cum rolling down my leg," she laughed. She felt the tip of his cock enter her already wet cunt. She too, was excited. Dressing like this always got her horny. She moaned as he thrust forward.

"You know it," He bent forward and shoved his entire erection into her waiting and inviting pussy. He wasn't going to be gentle right now. His hands reached up to grab her black hair and he humped her hard.

"OH GOD!" She moaned, planting her hands on the table. Her eyes closed. She loved it rough, and he was giving it to her that way. Within only moments she let out a guttural moan as she was sent over the edge, an orgasm exploding within her. Her body gave out, and she fell onto the counter completely, stiffening as she did. As her pussy clenched his cock, his cock erupted inside her. "Mmmmmm," she cooed. "Glad I'm on birth control!"

Bill let out a loud groan as he pumped his seed inside her. Her words fell on deaf ears. Maybe she didn't want k1ds, but Bill wanted to knock this beauty up but good. Which is why he replaced her birth-control pills with aspirin the day before. He pulled out of her, his dick still dripping. He zipped up his pants, and Morgan squatted down and pulled up her thong.

The couple left the room and headed for the elevator. Both had wide smiles, and were visually relaxed. They held hands the whole way. Morgan whispered in his ear. "It's already coming out all over the place," she cooed.

An hour later, and Morgan was doing her job nicely. She stood behind him at the poker table. Most would have been angry, but not with this beauty. They all just watched her intently. the distractions worked perfectly, and Bill was already up seven hundred dollars.

Next, the pair played Blackjack, Morgan sat at the opposite end. She was a beauty to behold. Guy after guy sat down and attempted to chat her up. They bought her drinks all night. She played the part of a ditz well, and they attempted to teach her the game. Which was partly true, as she didn't know how to play. After several times flirting, she would point to Bill and tell them she was with him. Then they'd buy Bill a drink, calling him the "luckiest man" in the casino. Bill could see she was eating it up, and getting a little tipsy. Soon, she was winning as well.

Then Bill began to play dangerously. He put down three hundred dollars on the next hand. Morgan shot him a shocked glance. When he won with a blackjack off the draw she actually did get up and begin to jump up and down. Everyone watched her. She wasn't even playing a part now, just fully excited.

The pitboss walked over to Bill and began to speak with him. "Sir, the casino appreciates your play, allow us to comp your meal tonight. You can eat at the restaurant for free, and get into the club! Come with me." Bill smiled.

A drunk Morgan jumped up and ran over. "I'm with him, he's my husbandm we're newlyweds!" Bill shot her a confused glance, she kicked his leg.

The pitboss nodded, "Then you guys are welcome to stay in our finest honeymoon suite!" The pair followed the man to a back room, they were upgraded and given a room key, a gift certificate for two hundred dollars to the swanky restaurant, and a free pass to the club.

As they walked back onto the casino floor, Morgan grabbed his arm. "So now you have a decision to make."

"What decision?" he inquired.

She smiled coyly. "Well, do you wanna fuck me in the restaurant, the club, or you just wanna go back to the suite?"

Bill was confused, "I can't really fuck you in a restaurant or club, can I."

Morgan's eyes went low, "Oh no," she pulled something out of her purse, "these are for you!" She handed him her see-through panties.

"How did you...." he was stunned.

Morgan pulled him close and whispered in his ear. "Babe, I'm like a fucking magician. I can fuck you in a booth at a restaurant, in the back of a club, and NO ONE will know a thing. Trust me." She looked at him. "Now....where to?"