Mmm. It takes a long time to get through a story in small chunks. Enjoy this one!
~Richard
“Is that how you want to get married, whore?” Mark asked.
Chelsea nodded, “Mmmmhmm. I can’t think of anything that would make me feel like a bigger slut for you.”
“What about your husband? Does he know about any of this?”
Chelsea leaned back in, nuzzling his balls and kissing them. “Does he know that my last boyfriend before him was a big cocked asshole who absolutely broke me, then ditched me with barely a word, and I still think about him while I shove my biggest dildo in my cunt when he can’t get me off? Mmmmm, I think I might’ve mentioned it once or twice.”
“Jesus. I didn’t… I’m sor– Oooh!”
Chelsea swirled her tongue over his cock head for a second. “Ssshhhh, I don’t want to talk about that right now. I want this fat dick in me, and then we can worry about the rest once you’ve fucked me stupid.”
Mark reached down and grabbed her throat, pulling her up to her feet, then shoving her down on the counter, bent over at the waist.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked, slipping her white thong to the side and teasing his cock head over her lips.
“Mmmhmmm. But not for that. John always wears a condom, he says he doesn’t like all the mess.”
“And you let him? I’m pretty sure you’d have gone crazy without at least one creampie a week.”
Chelsea wriggled her hips back, trying to slip his cock into her, whining when he kept it on the teasing edge. “He doesn’t quite inspire the same need to breed you do, Sir.”
“Maybe I’ll tell you to get off the pill and he can keep the condoms. You can just beg to become my buttslut if you don’t want me to knock you up.” He slapped her ass and winked at her in the mirror.
Chelsea moaned. “I’d rather take my chances and have your cum dripping out of all my holes. You’d have my ass all to yourself either way, he thinks that’s dirty too.”
“Doesn’t he know he’s marrying a nasty little slut?” Mark asked, planting another pair of spanks on each cheek.
She wriggled, bouncing her ass against his hand. “I don’t think he quite realizes, Sir… I get in a mood every once in a while, but I’ve mostly been respectable since you left.”
“Well, I guess he can find out the truth on our honeymoon,” Mark said, before slipping his cockhead into her pussy.
Chelsea whined as her lips stretched around him, sending her squirming again. “Master, pleeease. We don’t have much time. I need you to mark my cunt before I get married. I need you to remind this dumb bitch that she’ll always be your slut. I need to be able to fantasize that your cum is knocking me up while I stand at the altar. I need to know I was a good girl who emptied your balls!”
“Look at yourself,” Mark ordered, reaching down and tilting her head up to gaze into the mirror. “And tell me what you see.”
J R Vincente 