Teresa
He hoisted me into the air, the tulle bunching around my waist like a ballerina’s tutu.
“Matt,” I squealed. “The guests are already waiting outside!”
“I don’t care Mrs. Sterling,” he rumbled while nuzzling my cleavage, popping out one boob from my strapless bodice and suckling. “I don’t give a flying fuck,” he said again, his voice muffled in my luscious flesh.
And I sighed, throwing my head back, winding my legs around his waist. It was finally happening. I was getting married to the Mayor in front of a crowd at Mission Dolores, although you’d hardly know it given how determined he was to fuck me, the processional hymn already starting outside, the murmur of voices growing quiet.
But I couldn’t fight him, his hands were so clever. Bracing me against the wall, Matt ran a hand between my legs, snapping my g-string so that my pussy was bare, ruining my wedding lingerie before we even got to the honeymoon. With a groan, he slid his fingers through my folds, savoring that wetness before unzipping his fly and pushing into me with an urgent thrust, his dick rubbing my clit, angling me so that I seized almost immediately, my cunny clamping down on him, that hot box like a vise on his monster member.
But Matt wasn’t done yet. Shifting me in his arms, he pushed my knees up so that my ass was exposed, that pucker pink and bare, contracting reflexively in the cold air. Without missing a beat, he pulled out from my vag and shoved into my anus hard, drilling my rectum on our wedding day.
And reader, it was so fucking disgusting, so fucking wrong that I came immediately. I cried out loudly, uncaring of the guests waiting, uncaring that we were already late for our own ceremony. All I could feel, think about, was that huge cock in my butt, the one that would be lodged in my ass for years to come.
Because I’m a slut still. I’d come clean with Matt, telling him everything about me there was to know, wanting to give him a way out, the excuse he needed to break up before beginning his new life.
“My uncle,” I’d said slowly. “He raped me when I was a child. I don’t know if “rape” is exactly the right word, but remember how I screamed the first time you did oral? It was because my uncle licked my pussy for three years when I was a pre-teen.”
That stopped Matt, the look on his face serious. He’d been running a lazy finger through my vagina, testing my hole, touching my clit with light flicks, but paused when I uttered those words.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “When did it stop?”
I took a deep breath. “It stopped when my mom found out. And that very night, we started our trek to the United States. And it was really rough, the coyotes, the smugglers, the walk for days through desert. But we got here in one piece and I’ve never been ashamed of my past because things could be so much worse, you know?”
“I know baby,” he rumbled, looking at me with new respect in his eyes. “But what about the molestation? Are you mentally over that?” he asked with concern.
“Yes …,” I said slowly. “The fact is that after the first few weeks, it didn’t bother me at all.” I’d dropped my head so that he could barely hear me. “Matt, I loved it. I loved every second of getting my pussy licked, getting it touched and fondled, and I’m a slut because of it.” You could barely hear my voice now, I was so quiet yet so matter-of-fact.
Matt had hauled me into his lap, circling me with his arms. “You’re beautiful honey, and I’m proud of you for making it through such an experience at a young age. There isn’t a woman I know who isn’t more tough, more real, more amazing. And I love that you’re a slut … my private slut for the taking,” he said with a wicked glint in his eye.
And that’s how I ended up with his cock in my ass. Because we knew we were right for one another. My shamelessness and inability to hold back complimented his aggressiveness, his willingness to get down and dirty and explore the deep recesses of fucked-up sex. And there’s a lot more, toys, ropes, all that kind of stuff that we haven’t gotten to yet …
But in the meantime, the wedding bells were ringing and it was time to make an appearance.
“Umph!” I squealed one last time as he roared his ecstasy into me, that white hot semen shooting into my rectum, branding my backside. And reader, you know what? I walked down the aisle with the billionaire’s cum trickling down my thigh.
And it never felt better.
THE END
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