I wake up. It's the day. The big day. I'm getting married. Finally.
Me and Stephen have been waiting for this for a long time. We've been together 9 years, engaged for 6 of those. It's taken us that long to save enough for this.
Neither of us earn that much. My fiance has a generic office job, nine hours of shifting paper around and kowtowing to his superiors. He doesn't light the room up at parties but when supplemented with my part time gig we have just enough to scrape by.
Sure, we don't have the insatiable lust of a pair of horny teenagers, the thrilling passion of two Parisian dilettantes, but we're best friends. Me and Stephen know each other inside out, and there's no-one else who I'd rather spend the rest of my days with. That's love.
A pang of anxiety hits me. Stephen's father, Gus, is coming. This day might not be the smoothest ride, my husband and his *** do not get on. I've never even met the man before, and from the sounds of it I don't look forward to the prospect.
He's criticised Stephen throughout his life. As a child, it was because he didn't play sports. As a teenager, it was because he didn't have girlfriends. As a student, it was because his degree was 'worthless'! This guy is 48, he doesn't even have a job after selling his successful business for millions. He spends his time on the golf course, in his yacht or sleeping with girls half his age. He's a total douchebag.
I'm feeling kinda horny for some reason. I think about later. The thought of the first orgasm on my wedding day excites me. I'm in a huge bed, completely naked except for the fluffy white comforter, silky sheets and goose feather pillows. I'm feeling so sexy as I stroke my own stomach, stroke my boobs, stroke the top of my thighs, I get a strong urge to start touching myself when I hear a harsh, biting melody pierce my dreaming. It's my ringtone, the bridesmaids are downstairs now. Fuck.
***
Getting ready is boring. My four best girls are with me as well as my mum and sister. We chat a little, but most of what we do is preparation. Hair, clothes, makeup, that sort of thing. All seven of us are very close, we tell each other everything, there's no secrets between us. Well, except for one: moments before they arrived, I slipped into my wedding dress, still nude. They don't need to know about that, that one's just for Stephen.
One of my friends says that there's a lot of hot guys turning up, the remark met by a coo of agreement from the others. From Stephen's extended ******, apparently. Strange. I mean, Stephen's not a bad looking guy, he has a nice face and I am marrying him for a reason but he's quite short, has a bit of a belly and is quite meek when you first meet him. I can't imagine anyone would describe him as 'hot' yet my friends are talking about this gallery of men as if having the ****** name was a straight and narrow road to gorgeousness.
I hope I get a lot of attention later. I look great in white, and this dress highlights all the right areas. It accentuates my best features, my full breasts and perfect legs, and there's just a touch of sluttiness about it. My makeup, hair, it's nearly done, the girls are about to leave, and without wanting to sound arrogant, I know I'm looking sexy. I can't wait to see these hunks check me out.
***
I'm alone. I did not anticipate getting married would be so dull. I'm sat, upright and uncomfortable on this Victorian chaise longue. I can't move. I'm covered in reams of white material and inches of make up. I do look hot though. I pass the time checking myself out in the mirror, blowing kisses and winking to myself when I hear a knock at the door. Firm, loud. I hear it again.
"Come in." I say, happy for someone to relieve this boredom. The door swings open. I see a man, tall, athletic, sharply dressed and brash body language. I've never met the person before but I know instantly who it is. Gus.
"It's you." I say.
"That's right honey. Thought I'd check up on my little ********-in-law, or am I not allowed to say that yet?"
"But... we've never met before!"
"Sure. There's a first time for everything, right?" He walks over, pulls up a chair and sits down. He looks at me, studying me, examining me. "I gotta say, Stephen's done well. You're a hot piece of ass, if you don't mind the compliment. You know, Stephen was such a loser, he never brought girls back."
"That's rude!"
"Look, I was expecting you to be some kind of walrus or something." I'm caught between being annoyed at him insulting Stephen and also receiving a compliment on my looks from this attractive man. Still, his tone is frustrating.
"Why can't you just be nice?" He ignores me, gets up and starts to walk around, behind my head where I can't see him.
"It's always been a fantasy of mine to fuck a bride on her wedding day." I freeze. What does he mean? Why is he saying this?
"I bet you've been getting all alone in here. All bored. All horny." Is he making a move on me? I turn and get a good look at him, he does look great. He's so tall and his frame looks so good in that suit, you can just tell he has a killer body. It's obviously not going to happen though. It's my wedding day, that would be the worst thing to do to Stephen!
"I bet you'd love a cheeky last fling with a hot guy, a player, someone who's fucked a load of girls and knows exactly how to give it to them." He can't be serious, can he? There's no way I'd do it now. He is so hot though, so confident, so charming. But I'm getting married in three hours! He turns standing right in front of me as I'm sitting in the chair. I look up at him. Oh my god, he is so fucking sexy.
"And I bet you'd love it even more when you find out I've got a 10" cock."
"No way!" I shout. It can't be true.
"Take a look."
For the first time I notice his crotch is straight in front of my eyeline. It kinda looks like there's a bulge there but that can't be it, it'd be too big. I try to make out a penis sized shape, but I can't.
"Can I-can you get it out? Can I see it? Just see it?" He laughs. Unbuckles his belt, slowly, too slowly, unzips his pants and then reaches his entire hand right into his pants and whips out the biggest penis I've ever seen. I stare at it, mouth agape, in utter disbelief, I've never seen anything like it. I instinctually take it in my hands and start to caress it, softly. I just need to touch it, there's nothing wrong with that. It's still soft, there's nothing sexual about this. Getting harder though, oh god I'm so worked up. I look away.
I catch my own gaze in the mirror for a second. I see myself, all pretty and dolled up and jewels and ribbons, looking stunning in my bridal gown with this enormous cock in my own hands. Now, fully erect. The size of it dwarfs my forearm. It looks amazing, unreal, fantastic. Fuck it. I move my mouth closer and start sucking him off. I hear a laugh as my tongue attacks his penis, I don't even care. It feels so good, sucking and licking and kissing and biting, after a few minutes in heaven he stops me.
In one motion he lifts me up from the chair and I'm being carried in the air by his muscular arms.. His strong frame is propping me up, without any visible effort on his part. I look down at him and kiss him on the lips, it feels like the most magical kiss of my life. I kiss his chin and his nose then I start french kissing him, it's the sloppiest wettest kiss ever and it feels so good. He pulls away, still holding me up.
"Ready to get fucked?" He asks.
"God, yes." He throws me down onto the bed, climbs on and grabs my legs and forces them as far apart as he can, the reams of white material fly in the air and eventually part to reveal a view straight down at my pussy.
"No panties? You are such a slut."
Before I can say anything, his big dick goes inside of me. It feels like it's lifting me up, I put both my hands onto the rail on the headboard behind me. He's upright, on his knees, both his hands around my ankles pushing my legs against me so my knees are nearly touching my chin, my beautiful white dress billowing over me . Each time he drives his cock into me I cry out, still desperately grasping the rail behind me for support. I have my first orgasm, then my second, I'm barely recovered from that when he starts spanking me on the ass with each slam of his cock. I come again, almost instantly. Gus doesn't stop, I look up at him. He doesn't give a fuck about me. It turns me on even more.
I'm sighing, panting, recovering from my whatever number orgasm when I hear a commotion. The door opened, it's my mum. I look over at her, Gus looks over at her, his huge dick still lodged inside me. She looks shocked, then confused, then looks Gus up and down and starts to smile. She tells me I need to be ready, but there's no time limit, no need to rush. She smiles again and leaves. Gus's cock is still balls deep inside me. Gus laughs again and resumes pounding me.
***
Gus left the room shortly after that and I had enough time to sort myself out and get down for the big day. It was magical, everything I wanted. My mum kept quiet about my little liaison with Gus, she's good like that. Gus shot me a wink, catching my eye as I said my vows. I have to admit it turned me on a little.
I still see Gus from time to time. Sometimes he'll pop round to our marital home to shout at Stephen for one of his many failures. When he does, he usually takes his frustration out by banging me. We've fucked on the sofa in the lounge while Stephen is taking a shower, in the kitchen while I'm making our dinner and Stephen is at the table, in the bathroom as I'm taking a shower - he knows I always leave the door unlocked when he comes round. It's our little tradition now. Our little secret.
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Me and Stephen have been waiting for this for a long time. We've been together 9 years, engaged for 6 of those. It's taken us that long to save enough for this.
Neither of us earn that much. My fiance has a generic office job, nine hours of shifting paper around and kowtowing to his superiors. He doesn't light the room up at parties but when supplemented with my part time gig we have just enough to scrape by.
Sure, we don't have the insatiable lust of a pair of horny teenagers, the thrilling passion of two Parisian dilettantes, but we're best friends. Me and Stephen know each other inside out, and there's no-one else who I'd rather spend the rest of my days with. That's love.
A pang of anxiety hits me. Stephen's father, Gus, is coming. This day might not be the smoothest ride, my husband and his *** do not get on. I've never even met the man before, and from the sounds of it I don't look forward to the prospect.
He's criticised Stephen throughout his life. As a child, it was because he didn't play sports. As a teenager, it was because he didn't have girlfriends. As a student, it was because his degree was 'worthless'! This guy is 48, he doesn't even have a job after selling his successful business for millions. He spends his time on the golf course, in his yacht or sleeping with girls half his age. He's a total douchebag.
I'm feeling kinda horny for some reason. I think about later. The thought of the first orgasm on my wedding day excites me. I'm in a huge bed, completely naked except for the fluffy white comforter, silky sheets and goose feather pillows. I'm feeling so sexy as I stroke my own stomach, stroke my boobs, stroke the top of my thighs, I get a strong urge to start touching myself when I hear a harsh, biting melody pierce my dreaming. It's my ringtone, the bridesmaids are downstairs now. Fuck.
***
Getting ready is boring. My four best girls are with me as well as my mum and sister. We chat a little, but most of what we do is preparation. Hair, clothes, makeup, that sort of thing. All seven of us are very close, we tell each other everything, there's no secrets between us. Well, except for one: moments before they arrived, I slipped into my wedding dress, still nude. They don't need to know about that, that one's just for Stephen.
One of my friends says that there's a lot of hot guys turning up, the remark met by a coo of agreement from the others. From Stephen's extended ******, apparently. Strange. I mean, Stephen's not a bad looking guy, he has a nice face and I am marrying him for a reason but he's quite short, has a bit of a belly and is quite meek when you first meet him. I can't imagine anyone would describe him as 'hot' yet my friends are talking about this gallery of men as if having the ****** name was a straight and narrow road to gorgeousness.
I hope I get a lot of attention later. I look great in white, and this dress highlights all the right areas. It accentuates my best features, my full breasts and perfect legs, and there's just a touch of sluttiness about it. My makeup, hair, it's nearly done, the girls are about to leave, and without wanting to sound arrogant, I know I'm looking sexy. I can't wait to see these hunks check me out.
***
I'm alone. I did not anticipate getting married would be so dull. I'm sat, upright and uncomfortable on this Victorian chaise longue. I can't move. I'm covered in reams of white material and inches of make up. I do look hot though. I pass the time checking myself out in the mirror, blowing kisses and winking to myself when I hear a knock at the door. Firm, loud. I hear it again.
"Come in." I say, happy for someone to relieve this boredom. The door swings open. I see a man, tall, athletic, sharply dressed and brash body language. I've never met the person before but I know instantly who it is. Gus.
"It's you." I say.
"That's right honey. Thought I'd check up on my little ********-in-law, or am I not allowed to say that yet?"
"But... we've never met before!"
"Sure. There's a first time for everything, right?" He walks over, pulls up a chair and sits down. He looks at me, studying me, examining me. "I gotta say, Stephen's done well. You're a hot piece of ass, if you don't mind the compliment. You know, Stephen was such a loser, he never brought girls back."
"That's rude!"
"Look, I was expecting you to be some kind of walrus or something." I'm caught between being annoyed at him insulting Stephen and also receiving a compliment on my looks from this attractive man. Still, his tone is frustrating.
"Why can't you just be nice?" He ignores me, gets up and starts to walk around, behind my head where I can't see him.
"It's always been a fantasy of mine to fuck a bride on her wedding day." I freeze. What does he mean? Why is he saying this?
"I bet you've been getting all alone in here. All bored. All horny." Is he making a move on me? I turn and get a good look at him, he does look great. He's so tall and his frame looks so good in that suit, you can just tell he has a killer body. It's obviously not going to happen though. It's my wedding day, that would be the worst thing to do to Stephen!
"I bet you'd love a cheeky last fling with a hot guy, a player, someone who's fucked a load of girls and knows exactly how to give it to them." He can't be serious, can he? There's no way I'd do it now. He is so hot though, so confident, so charming. But I'm getting married in three hours! He turns standing right in front of me as I'm sitting in the chair. I look up at him. Oh my god, he is so fucking sexy.
"And I bet you'd love it even more when you find out I've got a 10" cock."
"No way!" I shout. It can't be true.
"Take a look."
For the first time I notice his crotch is straight in front of my eyeline. It kinda looks like there's a bulge there but that can't be it, it'd be too big. I try to make out a penis sized shape, but I can't.
"Can I-can you get it out? Can I see it? Just see it?" He laughs. Unbuckles his belt, slowly, too slowly, unzips his pants and then reaches his entire hand right into his pants and whips out the biggest penis I've ever seen. I stare at it, mouth agape, in utter disbelief, I've never seen anything like it. I instinctually take it in my hands and start to caress it, softly. I just need to touch it, there's nothing wrong with that. It's still soft, there's nothing sexual about this. Getting harder though, oh god I'm so worked up. I look away.
I catch my own gaze in the mirror for a second. I see myself, all pretty and dolled up and jewels and ribbons, looking stunning in my bridal gown with this enormous cock in my own hands. Now, fully erect. The size of it dwarfs my forearm. It looks amazing, unreal, fantastic. Fuck it. I move my mouth closer and start sucking him off. I hear a laugh as my tongue attacks his penis, I don't even care. It feels so good, sucking and licking and kissing and biting, after a few minutes in heaven he stops me.
In one motion he lifts me up from the chair and I'm being carried in the air by his muscular arms.. His strong frame is propping me up, without any visible effort on his part. I look down at him and kiss him on the lips, it feels like the most magical kiss of my life. I kiss his chin and his nose then I start french kissing him, it's the sloppiest wettest kiss ever and it feels so good. He pulls away, still holding me up.
"Ready to get fucked?" He asks.
"God, yes." He throws me down onto the bed, climbs on and grabs my legs and forces them as far apart as he can, the reams of white material fly in the air and eventually part to reveal a view straight down at my pussy.
"No panties? You are such a slut."
Before I can say anything, his big dick goes inside of me. It feels like it's lifting me up, I put both my hands onto the rail on the headboard behind me. He's upright, on his knees, both his hands around my ankles pushing my legs against me so my knees are nearly touching my chin, my beautiful white dress billowing over me . Each time he drives his cock into me I cry out, still desperately grasping the rail behind me for support. I have my first orgasm, then my second, I'm barely recovered from that when he starts spanking me on the ass with each slam of his cock. I come again, almost instantly. Gus doesn't stop, I look up at him. He doesn't give a fuck about me. It turns me on even more.
I'm sighing, panting, recovering from my whatever number orgasm when I hear a commotion. The door opened, it's my mum. I look over at her, Gus looks over at her, his huge dick still lodged inside me. She looks shocked, then confused, then looks Gus up and down and starts to smile. She tells me I need to be ready, but there's no time limit, no need to rush. She smiles again and leaves. Gus's cock is still balls deep inside me. Gus laughs again and resumes pounding me.
***
Gus left the room shortly after that and I had enough time to sort myself out and get down for the big day. It was magical, everything I wanted. My mum kept quiet about my little liaison with Gus, she's good like that. Gus shot me a wink, catching my eye as I said my vows. I have to admit it turned me on a little.
I still see Gus from time to time. Sometimes he'll pop round to our marital home to shout at Stephen for one of his many failures. When he does, he usually takes his frustration out by banging me. We've fucked on the sofa in the lounge while Stephen is taking a shower, in the kitchen while I'm making our dinner and Stephen is at the table, in the bathroom as I'm taking a shower - he knows I always leave the door unlocked when he comes round. It's our little tradition now. Our little secret.
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