Another installment of a beautiful wedding.
~Richard
Chelsea looked up in the mirror. “I see a slut getting teased by her Master on her wedding day.”
“And what’re you going to do for the honeymoon?” asked Mark.
“Maybe I’ll sneak you along. I can slip out after he goes to bed. Is that what you want?”
Mark laughed and slid himself in deeper. “You’re such a naughty little slut. What would you have done if I hadn’t shown up, sucked off the groomsmen?”
Chelsea rolled her hips, trying to pull him in all the way. “I’m only like this for you, Sir. I was a good girl before you came back.”
“Were you a good girl when you were being faithful to your husband, or a good girl when you’re emptying my balls? Which is it, slut, you seem confused.”
“I’m just a stupid fucking cockdrunk whore whenever you’re around, Sir.”
Mark grabbed onto her hips, slipping all the way in, and gasping in pleasure. “This is all you were ever good for, slut. I don’t know why anyone would think you’re wife material.”
Chelsea just moaned, squeezing around his cock as he reached back to the parts of her cunt only he could reach.
Mark slapped her ass and slipped back out to the head, slowly building a rhythm.
“I’m never letting your cock get away again,” she moaned. “It’s so fucking good.”
“You were made for it, whore. This is where you belong, bent over and getting bred like a bitch by me.”
Chelsea nodded. “Please cum in my pussy. I want your cum dripping down my legs when I get married, I want you to fucking knock me up. I want to feel your eyes staring at my ass while I kiss my husband for the first time.”
“I can’t believe you thought you’d straighten out. You’ve always been my fucking whore.” His thrusts got faster as he got closer to cumming.
“I was so close. Another hour and I’d have been married. Not that it would’ve made a difference. Fuck I’m close, can I cum, Master?”
“Go ahead, slut. Squeeze my cock nice and hard and make me cum too.”
Chelsea nodded, shoving her hips back hard against his, moaning louder and louder. Mark reached a hand around, covering her mouth just in time for her to scream into his palm as she came, cunt clenching around his cock. A moment later he let out his own moan, shooting deep inside her pussy, flooding it with cum.
They both slumped forward on the counter, panting. Slowly, Chelsea managed to look up at him, a lopsided smile on her face. “So, do I have your permission to get married now, Daddy?”
Mark laughed. “I was never going to stop you. I just wanted to see you one more time and apologize before the wedding. You’re the one that went into stupid slut mode and came onto me.”
“You’re a fucking asshole, Master.”
“It’s why you love me, slut.”
J R Vincente 