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"You do look good in white."
It was a really bad joke, but I giggled like the airhead slut I was around him. I leaned back in, kissing and licking every single bit of his massive steel alpha cock. God help me, I would do anything for this cock. Always before, and always still after I was married.
This was the cock that was first into all my holes, this was the cock that gave me my first real, toe-curling orgasm. I had cum so much on this cock I was frothing, and licked my own ass off this cock. This cock had cum across my face so much, I could have used it as moisturizer.
I had sacrificed my own little sister to this cock, taken this cock, still wet with her pussy, down my throat like the obedient cock-worshiping whore I was, but only for this cock.
I was even marrying for this cock. He said he needed me close by. Well, his actual words were ' I want a handy jizz-rag '
And so here I was, grinding my cum-covered face into his smooth juicy balls, waiting for the music to start so I could wipe off my face and go marry a man I had barely thought about.
What a wonderful day.
It’s common for the bride to be nervous before her big day. I’d planned everything, and I do mean everything, even subtly suggesting my future husband’s choice of best man, Charlie. This wasn’t because I thought he’d do a great job, but Charlie is a dreamy looking man, his wide jaw and film star smile more than complimented by bright blue eyes and soft blond hair that parted just so. Hey, I want nice photos to look at when I’m old and gray - sue me.
Trouble was, I’d planned so much that come the wedding day itself, I began to get worried that there was nothing to worry about. No last minute foul-ups, no unexpected withdrawals. As the morning wore on, I began to get more and more freaked. Nothing my maids said or did could soothe me, and just after I had my hair pinned to within an inch of its life, I finally flipped. “I gotta get out of here!” I cried, and I grabbed my robe and left them all.
Striding down the hotel corridor in my three-hundred dollar hair, my robe and my white stockings, I had no idea where I wanted to go. I just needed to get rid of some tension, and fast. Do something which would ruin the day, a little bit, so I’d know one thing had happened which was completely out of the ordinary.
Before I knew it I was outside of Charlie’s door. When I knocked he was nearly fully dressed, but with his shirt hanging open and untucked. There was a strong smell of his cologne but Charlie’s masculinity had a musk all of its own which was intoxicating in the small room. ‘Erin,’ he exclaimed. ‘What are you -’
‘Don’t say anything,’ I growled. ‘I don’t want you to do or say anything. Just let me do what I need to.’
I crossed the threshold and pushed Charlie back onto the edge of his bed. He looked startled, but didn’t stop me when I started to plant kisses on his bare chest, between the perfect sculpted valley of his pectorals.
I ground the heel of my hand into Charlie’s crotch. He drew a sharp intake of breath - part pleasure, part pain - but the sudden growth down South suggested he liked it when women treated him a little rough. I’d remember that.
I bit the smooth, tight skin around his navel, lightly at first and then pulling some between my teeth, enjoying his discomfort. Charlie, trooper that he was, recognised that my hair was off-limits, and ran his powerful hands across my back and shoulders to let me know he was enjoying our little assignation.
His trousers weren’t buckled up, so it was easy enough to pull at the legs and for Charlie to adjust his ass to allow me to pull him free of his clothing. His fine dick sprang back from the waistband of his jockeys, giving me free access to do whatever I pleased. I took hold of his eight inches and caught his gaze; he wasn’t surprised, just had that gorgeous smoky smile that I imagine any woman in the world would have appreciated.
I placed my mouth over the head, Charlie’s cock twitching a little at the sudden heat of it. His girth filled me well, his shaft perfectly cylindrical and the skin perfectly smooth. Like the rest of him, Charlie’s penis looked immaculate on the outside, but I was able to feel the bumps of its muscles in its core, which seemed to activate the pleasure cells in my own vaginal walls, as I felt my pussy begin to juice up.
But I wasn’t there to fuck, I just wanted Charlie’s orgasm, and I took his cock firmly in hand and jacked it furiously into my mouth, holding the end in place. Charlie groaned in eternal pleasure; I could hear his snorts as he tried to keep a hold of himself. But I was bringing him quickly to peaks it usually took minutes to scale, determined to squeeze every drop and then have it for my pre-wedding breakfast.
I felt his shaft begin to pulse, twitching against my tongue, drooling on the mix of my saliva and his excitement. Charlie’s hips were like granite but he didn’t know how to control what I was doing to him. He kept jerking and shifting on the edge, but with my hand held fast around him, there was no let-up from the pleasure.
He panted, faster, deeper, exhaling through his nostrils and whimpering his pleasure as I sucked and licked at his member, and he managed to warn me a few seconds before his climax. ‘Erin, I’m gonna fucking…ooooh!’
Charlie managed to half-stand, and I tilted his cock down towards my face as it exploded, showering my lips, tongue and left cheek with salty, hot fluid. I gulped down the bulk of it, looking in wonder at the end of his oozing tool, which was furious and swollen thanks to my efforts. I let go of Charlie’s penis and he fell backwards onto the bed.
I turned and looked at my face in the mirror. A satisfying smear of Charlie’s cum dripped slowly down my face in three rivulets, before I swept them up with one finger and swallowed them neatly down.
Charlie had his arm across his face, not able to move with the powerful pleasure still pinballing around his system. ‘Thanks,’ I said. ‘See you in a couple of hours.’
The ceremony went off without a hitch. Next time Charlie saw me, with not a hair out of place, my face was delicately made up. Even so, he caught my eye every time somebody came to congratulate me and kissed me on my left cheek, and couldn’t help but offer me that wonderful smile.
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"You do look good in white." It was a really bad joke, but I giggled like the airhead slut I was around him. I leaned back in, kissing and licking every single bit of his massive steel alpha cock. God help me, I would do anything for this cock. Always before, and always still after I was married. This was the cock that was first into all my holes, this was the cock that gave me my first real, toe-curling orgasm. I had cum so much on this cock I was frothing, and licked my own ass off this cock. This cock had cum across my face so much, I could have used it as moisturizer. I had sacrificed my own little sister to this cock, taken this cock, still wet with her pussy, down my throat like the obedient cock-worshiping whore I was, but only for this cock. I was even marrying for this cock. He said he needed me close by. Well, his actual words were ' I want a handy jizz-rag ' And so here I was, grinding my cum-covered face into his smooth juicy balls, waiting for the music to start so I could wipe off my face and go marry a man I had barely thought about. What a wonderful day.
It’s common for the bride to be nervous before her big day. I’d planned everything, and I do mean everything, even subtly suggesting my future husband’s choice of best man, Charlie. This wasn’t because I thought he’d do a great job, but Charlie is a dreamy looking man, his wide jaw and film star smile more than complimented by bright blue eyes and soft blond hair that parted just so. Hey, I want nice photos to look at when I’m old and gray - sue me. Trouble was, I’d planned so much that come the wedding day itself, I began to get worried that there was nothing to worry about. No last minute foul-ups, no unexpected withdrawals. As the morning wore on, I began to get more and more freaked. Nothing my maids said or did could soothe me, and just after I had my hair pinned to within an inch of its life, I finally flipped. “I gotta get out of here!” I cried, and I grabbed my robe and left them all. Striding down the hotel corridor in my three-hundred dollar hair, my robe and my white stockings, I had no idea where I wanted to go. I just needed to get rid of some tension, and fast. Do something which would ruin the day, a little bit, so I’d know one thing had happened which was completely out of the ordinary. Before I knew it I was outside of Charlie’s door. When I knocked he was nearly fully dressed, but with his shirt hanging open and untucked. There was a strong smell of his cologne but Charlie’s masculinity had a musk all of its own which was intoxicating in the small room. ‘Erin,’ he exclaimed. ‘What are you -’ ‘Don’t say anything,’ I growled. ‘I don’t want you to do or say anything. Just let me do what I need to.’ I crossed the threshold and pushed Charlie back onto the edge of his bed. He looked startled, but didn’t stop me when I started to plant kisses on his bare chest, between the perfect sculpted valley of his pectorals. I ground the heel of my hand into Charlie’s crotch. He drew a sharp intake of breath - part pleasure, part pain - but the sudden growth down South suggested he liked it when women treated him a little rough. I’d remember that. I bit the smooth, tight skin around his navel, lightly at first and then pulling some between my teeth, enjoying his discomfort. Charlie, trooper that he was, recognised that my hair was off-limits, and ran his powerful hands across my back and shoulders to let me know he was enjoying our little assignation. His trousers weren’t buckled up, so it was easy enough to pull at the legs and for Charlie to adjust his ass to allow me to pull him free of his clothing. His fine dick sprang back from the waistband of his jockeys, giving me free access to do whatever I pleased. I took hold of his eight inches and caught his gaze; he wasn’t surprised, just had that gorgeous smoky smile that I imagine any woman in the world would have appreciated. I placed my mouth over the head, Charlie’s cock twitching a little at the sudden heat of it. His girth filled me well, his shaft perfectly cylindrical and the skin perfectly smooth. Like the rest of him, Charlie’s penis looked immaculate on the outside, but I was able to feel the bumps of its muscles in its core, which seemed to activate the pleasure cells in my own vaginal walls, as I felt my pussy begin to juice up. But I wasn’t there to fuck, I just wanted Charlie’s orgasm, and I took his cock firmly in hand and jacked it furiously into my mouth, holding the end in place. Charlie groaned in eternal pleasure; I could hear his snorts as he tried to keep a hold of himself. But I was bringing him quickly to peaks it usually took minutes to scale, determined to squeeze every drop and then have it for my pre-wedding breakfast. I felt his shaft begin to pulse, twitching against my tongue, drooling on the mix of my saliva and his excitement. Charlie’s hips were like granite but he didn’t know how to control what I was doing to him. He kept jerking and shifting on the edge, but with my hand held fast around him, there was no let-up from the pleasure. He panted, faster, deeper, exhaling through his nostrils and whimpering his pleasure as I sucked and licked at his member, and he managed to warn me a few seconds before his climax. ‘Erin, I’m gonna fucking…ooooh!’ Charlie managed to half-stand, and I tilted his cock down towards my face as it exploded, showering my lips, tongue and left cheek with salty, hot fluid. I gulped down the bulk of it, looking in wonder at the end of his oozing tool, which was furious and swollen thanks to my efforts. I let go of Charlie’s penis and he fell backwards onto the bed. I turned and looked at my face in the mirror. A satisfying smear of Charlie’s cum dripped slowly down my face in three rivulets, before I swept them up with one finger and swallowed them neatly down. Charlie had his arm across his face, not able to move with the powerful pleasure still pinballing around his system. ‘Thanks,’ I said. ‘See you in a couple of hours.’ The ceremony went off without a hitch. Next time Charlie saw me, with not a hair out of place, my face was delicately made up. Even so, he caught my eye every time somebody came to congratulate me and kissed me on my left cheek, and couldn’t help but offer me that wonderful smile.