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Brides Time to Pay
By: John Maddux
CHAPTER 1: WE GO WAY BACK
There once was a time when Kayla Palermo wasn’t such a goody goody woman. Oh sure these days she’s cleaned up her act, even finding herself a wealthy man whom she is intending to marry. Kayla was in a sorority at my college and although she had a body I lusted after she was only interested in the pre-law/pre-med guys. Even then she was trolling for a rich guy to latch her hooks into and ride the gravy train. Well she’s 25 now and soon to be married to her sugar daddy to be. He’s a promising plastic surgeon who, thanks to his family ties, has already made quite the name for himself and rubs elbows with most of the rich and influential folks who run the city not to mention the Christian fundamentalists thanks to his uncle the preacher. As for Kayla, she’s not particularly immoral but thanks to her sorority rush and quite a bit of alcohol that night she ended up in a what might normally be considered just another college hyjink. It’s too bad for her that this particular little misstep was an orgy involving her sorority sister, three guys, and herself. Since one of the guys happened to be my best friend, I ended up with copies of their little party pictures.
For the most part Kayla was quite prim and proper and typically made sure she kept a stellar reputation as a lady, figuring if she were slutty any plans on finding a man with money would be muddied. She still looks much like she did then, just at 5’ tall, a nice body, maybe a size 10 and around 110lbs. Her breasts were always that little handful “A” cup size that women like her hate and feel is inadequate. Her hips curved out nicely and her legs weren’t skinny, they were curvy, but not jiggly or fatty. Those luscious legs moved upwards to the most perfectly shaped ass a man could dream of. Her cheeks were plump creating a noticeable and tasty crease when they met her thighs. I jerked off many times while looking at those pictures and admiring the ass that would make J-Lo jealous. Her bra length dark brown hair was hit or miss depending on whether she lightened it blonde or not. She almost always had on a full face of makeup and something designer on.
I sometimes would see her around the town at various functions or such but she never noticed or remembered me. When I saw the notice run in the paper of her engagement and pending marriage I did some asking around and eventually found out the date and place the nuptials were to occur. For the occasion I rented myself a tux and then placed a call to her a few days prior to her big day.
During the call I explained about the pictures I had, the ones showing her in various positions with our friends, both male and female. The pictures of her in various positions and angles as one guy got sucked and one fucked her. Even the ones of her face buried between her sorority sisters naked legs. She had the exact reaction I knew she would have… All she was interested in was what I wanted for them and that I keep them secret, chiding if her husband to be found out he would call off the wedding and her plan for a perfect easy life would be over. Her slutting around would be bad enough but as deeply religious as his family was they would never cotton to a lesbian in the family.
My demands weren’t many and they weren’t unrealistic, I wanted an invitation to the wedding, and I wanted to be alone with her before the ceremony for not less than one hour. She begged, knowing immediately what I wanted… the thing she always was too good to do then she was gonna have to do now. She offered me money trying to buy her way out; needless to say it got her nowhere. Given she knew what would happen if I sent a copy of these pics to her fiancée… Her choice was an easy one as she agreed to send me the invite. I cautioned her not to call the police or a friend of mine would not only send her beau a copy but also post a set on every adult porn site he could find. The only way she was getting out of this was MY way!
CHAPTER 2: THE BIG DAY
Her big day had arrived. I entered the church, walking about to the area she agreed to meet me in. It was near the back, the pastor’s study… It wasn’t long until she peeked out around a corner motioning me over. She demanded to see the pictures and as she requested I had brought them. I showed them to her and she knew then I wasn’t bluffing, that she would have to do what I demanded or lose everything she held dear to include his fat bank account. She told me to follow her and led me back into her changing room. She had already made sure we wouldn’t be disturbed by cooking up some story to tell her mother and brides maids.
She was already in her gown and she looked fabulous! It hugged her curves in all the right places and her dark hair and eyes clashed against the white as snow color. After locking the door she walked over, head down, looking at the floor and spoke in soft tones, “just tell me what you want so we can get this over with and I can get on with my life!” I smiled that cruel cold hearted smile I have and winked at her, “You can begin by kneeling down, opening my tux, and giving me the best blowjob of your entire life. Make sure you swallow every drop of precum and when your done here today your going to freshen your lipstick then dab your lipstick brush into my cum and paint it over your lips. I want you to know where your mouths been as you give your new husband that kiss at the altar!” She teared up immediately, the feeling of humiliation already sinking in and I hadn’t even had her yet!
She said not a word, she knelt slowly in front of me, slowly reached up and began unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. She pulled them down, my boxers following as my already hard member sprang to life in front of her. She stroked me gently and slowly, as she did precum began to collect on her fingers as it bubbled out and ran down the front. I then watched as this snooty little bitch that wouldn’t give me the time of day once now took me slowly into her warm moist mouth. As I had demanded she did give me the blowjob of a lifetime. I am sure it had more to do with fear than lust but just the same she worked her mouth up and down my shaft slowly. I felt her hand as she cradled my balls and began to massage them as she sucked. A few times she looked up as she heard me moaning and I could see the tears running down her face. She tended to me for almost 10 minutes, and by now I was satisfied she had swallowed quite a bit of precum.
“That’s good Kayla, now stand up and follow me over to the couch!” She did as ordered, as I sat down then lay back on the couch, leaving my pants and boxers on the arm she stood beside me. “You’re to leave your panties on, straddle me, wipe my cock clean on the inside of your dress, pull them to the side and place my cock against your pussy. You will wait before letting it enter you. When I give you the word you will then begin pressing down, forcing it inside you. This will be done continuously, only pressing down and not lifting up to work it in or give your hole any relief. You will force it in deeper and deeper dry until it’s completely inside you. You will then fuck me like your pretty little ass depends on it!” She winced as she heard the word dry. She started to argue but I only had to shake a finger at her and she stopped, climbed onto me, wiping my cock on the underside of her dress and I felt her pull her panties to the side and my head touched her bald slit. I nodded and she began pressing down, she grunted and groaned as it began to make its way into her hole. She did as directed and sat down on my lap, letting her weight force the hard dry member into her waiting receptacle. Again I watched her as tears streamed down her face and collected on the collar of her dress. Moments later humiliated and defeated my cock was nestled snugly inside her soon to be married box. With my cock inside her now she released her panties and braced her hands on my chest and began rocking back and forth slowly. “Look at the bright side Kayla, at least if you get pregnant your husband will think it was his doings later tonight!” She sneered at me and laughed, “Like hell! I’m on the pill so there wont be any bastard seed of yours finding anything inside me. Just cum and get it over with, I have guests to see to!” I was a little disappointed by her words but I never really planned on knocking her up anyway, I just thought it would be a nice way to stress her out. She rocked and worked her pussy over me nicely and ordinarily I might have even allowed myself to cum but today was all about getting even with a snotty bitch who thinks or at least thought she was better than everyone else! After close to 10 more minutes of her attentiveness I motioned her up and told her to bend over the arm of the couch. It was time to really get even!
CHAPTER 3: SOMETHING TO TAKE
DOWN THE AISLE
As she whined some more she walked around and bent over the arm of the couch. She didn’t to this point know what I had in mind but she was about to find out. “Tell me Kayla, has anyone ever rated enough to fuck you in your stuck up tight round ass?” Her tanned skin turned pale white as the words hit her, “You can’t be serious? Please…NO, no ones ever… had me that way!” I lifted and draped her gown over her ample hips, staring down at one very round, meaty ass! “This is where I plan to cum Kayla! First I plan to fuck it, very deep and very hard! I want to make sure you’re nice and sore when you walk down the aisle. The best part is I haven’t let myself cum for over a week in anticipation of our little soiree. You’re going to be leaking cum all the way down the aisle!” She whimpered, knowing to beg would do her no good. I did give her the benefit of not wiping our juices off my cock before I took her. I wanted her sore when she took her walk and her vows. I wanted her to wince when he fucks her later but I didn’t want to make her bleed and have it soak through her dress and give away what had transpired. I wanted to make sure it was our dirty little secret.
I pulled her white lace thong panties aside and placed my tip against her puckered little rosebud. “Don’t scream, you don’t want anyone to hear you do you?” She shook her head no, “Please can you gag me so I don’t make any noise?” I agreed, picking up my boxers and stuffing them into her mouth. I held her panties aside and placed the tip to her hole, leaning forward as I began to press the slightly damp cock inside her. She groaned loudly into the gag, the organ music loud enough to drown out her muffled cries though. I gripped her hips tightly and shoved hard ramming and raping my way into her bowels. Her chasm was very hot and tight and it gripped me perfectly. I railed her hard and slow making sure I bruised her and left her sore inside. The lube provided her a little respite from the assault and soon my precum was flowing into her, defiling her even more. It wasn’t 5 full minutes and her tightness mixed with how hot her rectum felt was enough to send me over the edge. I peeled her cheeks apart allowing me to get deeper and I buried my cock inside her as the orgasm started. The cum seemed to shoot out of me like a pressure washer. I came very hard and it felt like more than I had come in ages as it pumped and pumped and sprayed into her. Once I was done using her like an inflatable doll I slid out letting her panties fall back into her crack.
She laid there a few moments, “I cant get up yet… I am afraid I might… have an accident!” I warned her then “you will NOT goto the bathroom until after your walk! You WILL keep that cum inside you until after you take your vows. I will be watching the restroom. You go empty your bowels and you will be emptying your bank account at the same time!” She nodded and after a bit began to stand up. She sniffled and sobbed and walked over to the makeup table. I followed along and stood next to her. She cleaned her face, then reapplied all of her makeup so it was fresh and looked good for her big day. She applied her lipstick with her brush and looked to me. I grabbed my cock and stroked it slowly letting a little of the last few drops of cum bead up on the tip. She looked like she would puke as she ran her brush over the tip. “That’s right Kayla; your man is going to kiss these lips. Lips covered with slime from my cock that was buried in your once virgin ass!” She stiffened up not wanting to cry again and ruin her new makeup; looking into the mirror she began the task of dabbing my cock and applying it over her lips. Once I was satisfied she had covered her entire lips I took her lipstick brush and lipstick and put them in my pocket. “Wouldn’t want you cleaning them off and putting a new coat on before you get that kiss would we? And in case you have any bright ideas, this better be the shade I see you in at the altar, no getting some from one of your friends and putting on a fresh coat!” She nodded and I put my clothes back on, handed her the packet of pictures, straightening up she checked the hall and sent me out.
CHAPTER 4: I DO
As the service started it was soon her time to walk down the aisle. As her father led her down the aisle she walked rather slowly. I smiled at her as she walked past. She quickly looked away not wanting to face me. I watched her repeat her vows and then it was time to kiss the bride. I watched as her veil was lifted and her rich unknowing new husband planted a kiss right on her lips. Mashing their faces together as the cum and shit that covered her mouth was secretly shared. After the kiss she looked to me with tears streaming down her face, I am sure everyone thought she was just elated but I knew… I knew what she was really crying for. They made the announcement for their after party and as they walked out she had to keep pulling him to slow him down, either because she was afraid she would release the shit and cum I had packed in or maybe she was too sore to keep up. I made sure to beat them to the club house and keep an eye on the bathroom. I finally gave in and nodded she could use it right before she left for the night on their way to their honeymoon. I was thrilled to be able to give her something she should have gotten so many years before! I had my day on her big day! I am sure now she had a wedding a woman could never forget!
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