When Brianna met Whitney - Chapter 3

Prologue (aka - the story so far) -

Brianna and Whitney became best friends following the visit by financial auditor Andrew (Whitney's partner) to the small defence company co-owned by Brianna and her husband, Brad. All four of them had secrets that, initially, they would have preferred the others didn't know about but it soon became apparent that they had a shared interest in observing the same thing, that is, Black cock impregnating white women. Whitney has corralled Andrew into getting married; Brianna has assumed the role of Wedding Planner.

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Brianna's trip to New York to help and finalise the wedding arrangements for Whitney and Andrew culminated in the most unexpected fashion with Whitney being fucked senseless by a black stranger in the toilet of the gay club they had visited at the end of her visit.

It was a happy ending to the visit for a number of reason. Firstly, Whitney had spent the evening observing her favourite thing of seeing men ejaculate, something that had always been a source of fascination to her; secondly, she had been in the company of folks who had no inhibitions or qualms about flaunting their sexuality in the most outrageous fashion; thirdly, her husband-to-be had 'come out' in the most unexpected circumstances and it was a relief that she didn't have to pretend to him anymore that she was quite the prim and proper girl that he assumed her to be; a wake-up call in the most dramatic fashion!

The cab ride home from the club back to Queens was a quiet journey as Whitney, sitting between Brianna and Andrew, struggled to stay awake, sleepy from the combined effects of the spiked drinks that Antoine, the Wedding Dress shop guy, had been feeding her in the club followed by the sexual antics in the stall of the men's restroom with Freddie. Brianna didn't say much, she was likewise feeling a little preoccupied thinking about the extraordinary night she had just spent in the gay club sucking off, firstly Antoine, then others who hadn't bothered to introduce themselves.

As for Andrew, he was still in a state of shock as he stared unseeing out of the window at the passing sidewalks. His train of thought was still stuck at the scene where after a discrete few minutes he had followed Whitney into the men's restroom. He could not shift from his mind the sight that greeted him as he pushed open the door to the stall, the vision of Freddie fucking Whitney from behind as she steadied herself holding on to the cistern in the stall. He stood and watched open-mouthed as the black buttocks of her assailant pumped back and forth and to hear her squeals of pleasure. Then suddenly, the movements ceased accompanied by a grunt from Freddie that told him all he need to know. Freddie released his hold, stepped back and turned letting Andrew see his dripping cock that had just ejaculated into his soon-to-be wife. Freddie pulled up his cargo pants to cover himself and then without even acknowledging Andrew's' presence pushed past him leaving the restroom and the strange white woman he had just fucked to gather her composure.

Whitney had gingerly stood up straight and shaken her dress down before she turned to look behind her to see him standing there. ***** as she was, she still had the good sense to be mortified.

Andrew, for his part, was not as one would expect, outraged. No, he was bemused, bewildered, confused, perplexed but, to his own shame and embarrassment, excited and extremely aroused at having witnessing his soon-to-be-wife being fucked by a black stranger in the toilet of the club that he frequently visited.

His stiff cock tented the front of his pants. He looked her in the eye and repeated, this time more clearly, "We need to talk …"


The talk didn't take place until the following day, mainly due to Whitney's inability to stay awake once they had been dropped them off at their address. The cab took Brianna on to her hotel leaving him to guide her up the stairs to their apartment.

Despite having witnessed the 'trauma' Andrew continued to act the dutiful partner and he helped Whitney undress and got her into bed. (He had the good sense to find a basin and placed it strategically on the floor alongside her.) His sense of duty also extended to finding a wash cloth and with her snoring softly he took pleasure from carefully lifting up the hem of her nightdress and then wiping and dabbing the warm cloth to remove the traces of Freddie's cum that was smeared around her neatly trimmed pussy and thighs. As he did so he could not shift the vision of the stiff dripping cock that had caused it and once again he felt his own cock stiffen at the memory.

The following morning, her senses and ability to speak returned, albeit accompanied by the mother of all hangovers, Whitney decided to take the initiative and ignoring her part in the scenario that he had witnessed, said, " … and what the heck were you doing in that place last night?"

Andrew was almost grateful that she had bought the question up for he hadn't quite known how he was going to approach the topic, "Um, I sometimes go there for a drink."

"No, I mean what were you doing in that part of town and at that time of night?"

"It's next door to the lot where I keep my car. Sometimes when I finish working I go and grab a drink there before coming home."

That was when Whitney, through the fog of her hangover, discovered where exactly it was that Andrew kept his Studebaker, his classic car that he was forever going off to tinker with. All she knew beforehand was that he went a few stops 'up the line' to his car club, she never did think to ask exactly where the club was located.

"Yeah, right, 'grab a drink', it hardly seemed to be the kind of place where you get a casual drink. I thought it was supposed to be a private club. How do you get in?"

The conversation wasn't going in the direction that Andrew had anticipated and caught on the back foot he confessed that 'one of the guys in the car club' was a member of the Gay club across the lot and that he was able to take Andrew in as a guest.

"But you're not gay, are you," she laughed, "why do you want to go there?"

"Well, it's convenient and they do have some interesting stuff going on that they don't mind a straight guy looking on at."

He didn't add that it was now the gay club that held more interest for him than the car club and that recently most of his time was spent there in the warm rather than 'tinkering' in a cold garage with a car that never seemed to want to work right.

"Is your pal gay?"

"Yeah, maybe, that's how we get in. They know him quite well."

"And what do you mean 'interesting stuff', like what?" she asked rhetorically.

He looked and seeing the mischief in her eyes was happy that the conversation was being conducted at this amicable level, he replied, "You know, sex stuff; they put on a lot of shows there."

She smiled at the mention of shows, for after all she had 'appeared' in one and knew exactly the sort of performances to which he was alluding.

He saw the weak smile cross her face and grabbed the initiative, "Never mind that, what were you doing there? Not the kind of place I would expect 'my wife' to be frequenting."

"Brianna took me there. We decided to have a girl's night out before she went back home and the guy in the Wedding Dress shop recommended it when we went to the shop for a final fitting. He said it was a cool spot but hadn't told us it was a gay place. I didn't find that out until after we got in but, hey, it turned out to be a great place, great music, fun people although I got kinda buzzed and don't remember too much about the latter part of the night, leastways the part where you turned up …."

In truth, Whitney knew very well how the evening panned out. She had been suspicious that maybe her drinks had been doctored to cause any inhibitions she might have had to dissolve along with the white powder that Antoine had been slipping into the glass. But she didn't mind, it had been glorious to have Antoine fingering her pussy under the table top, then to have seen Brianna lean down to suck at his stiff black cock. Then at some point she had found herself up on the stage and in view, and encouragement, of the crowd had wanked off that Freddie guy and delighted in seeing his cum spurt. She had a vague collection of him then leading her by the hand to the restroom where his still stiff dick was soon fucking her from behind.

Not so vague in her memory was to see Andrew standing there after Freddie had left but she didn't say that, she said, " … and then you appeared and took me home … was I very *****?"

"Was you *****?! I've never seen you so wasted and as for your behaviour, well, I never knew you had it in you to do what I saw you doing … "

Whitney tried to keep up the pretence of innocence, "Why, what was I doing?"

"I know what goes on in that place and it looked to me like you were enjoying every minute of it. I recognised you the moment you got up on the stage and jerked off that black guy in front of everyone … not the sort of thing that you could forget doing, is it?"

"Well, now that you mention it, I do have a vague recollection that something like that happened. I guess I was just having a little bit of fun. You know how I am when I get a couple of drinks inside me. Then what happened?"

"After you had finished playing with him, he grabbed you and took you off to the restroom. I feared the worse and followed … and that's when I found you both in the stall …. fucking … and you looked like you were enjoying it, ***** or not!"

Andrew delivered this final observation with breathless excitement and it wasn't lost on Whitney that as he gave the description that his cock had steadily stiffened and was tenting his boxers.

"What! .. and you just stood there and watched. What kind of husband are you going to be …. " she asked her husband-to-be mischievously (knowing from looking at his internet browsing history just what sort of things he was obsessed with) " …. don't answer that, I'm guessing you enjoyed watching the show and, if anything, you were just a little bit pissed that it wasn't you that I was playing with. Anyway, it was all just good fun; didn't mean anything; I mean it's not as if I was going to marry the guy was it … and, sweetie, you got to see what your girl gets up to while she's waiting for her man to come home …. and just so you know, I am well aware of what you get up to when you're spending time on your laptop."

With that, despite the headache, she reached down and gave his stiff cock a squeeze through the fabric of his boxers and said, "Let's go back to bed and I'll tell and show you what else we got up to before you came on the scene."

Andrew, his secrets revealed, made no protest and followed her.


Brianna had really enjoyed her few days being back in her hometown, if Brooklyn could be regarded as a 'town'; it had certainly been a contrast to the up-state life she now lived in a big house with a pool and the open countryside on her doorstep.

On the train ride home she wiled way the journey time thinking about all manner of things; the crazy time at the gay club last night when she had sucked off those black guys whilst her new best friend Whitney was doubtless being fucked by that black skinny guy who she had just jerked off on the stage; what a crazy last night that was.

That thought led her to recalling her own experiences with black guys, the first time she had been gangbanged by the workers at her company's premises and how it had all been caught on the security cameras and then, to her initial horror and embarrassment, that her husband Brad had discovered the footage; how it could have all led to marital disaster but instead had just turned into just the best situation when, through a convoluted set of circumstances, it was revealed that husband Brad was a closet voyeur who had long held a fantasy of seeing his wife being fucked by a Black man. 'Wow, did he have his dreams fulfilled when he discovered those pictures', she chuckled.

The train pulled into the station and she put those naughty thoughts aside and focussed her mind on the task ahead, the arranging of Whitney and Andrew's wedding in two weeks' time.

Since Brad's 'coming out' and his admission about what he dreamt of seeing his wife doing and the approval he gave when that dream came true, the whole dynamic between the two of them had changed. Previously Brad had been totally work-focussed and seemed indifferent and cold toward his wife which resulted in Brianna feeling neglected and, as a consequence, had willingly submitted to the attentions of her black workers, albeit in rather dramatic circumstances.

From Brad's point of view, the reason for his indifference was that somewhere along the line he got the impression that his wife was frigid and not interested in his somewhat clumsy sexual advances and, quite frankly, it was easier just to go along with that impression and to get his pleasure by wanking to the visions he held of her being fucked by as many black cocks as his imagination could conjure up. To have found those pictures in her desk and later see the now infamous 'sex tape' was to have his fantasies made real was a life-changing moment. It was an even bigger thrill and a relief to both of them when they were both able to confess to each how much they enjoyed having their fantasies made real.

Whitney had already agreed to give Brianna a free rein in whatever arrangements she might decide upon for the wedding celebrations and Brianna, knowing that 'finance guy' Andrew was of a frugal nature and possibly inclined to baulk at undue expense, elected to use her expansive home as the venue. After all, there was space enough to accommodate the selected few guests who would be invited; the garden provided the perfect setting for a floral arch and seating and there were guestrooms rooms aplenty should overnight accommodation be required …. but not likely.

Whitney when she heard of the plan was in total agreement with what had been suggested and sent out invitations to the few people she had on her guest list. Top of the list were her parents who she was a little concerned about given they were still in this modern day and age of a conservative nature and might not approve of the kind of company their ******** was now keeping since she 'moved to the city'. Handling them would be a delicate situation to deal with but she figured that it would not be a major issue as they would be unlikely to stay long given their reluctance to leave the small town community where they lived (and Whitney had been bought up).

There was also the issue that they didn't really 'approve' of Andrew as being a son-in-law. In their opinion he was some kind of Smart Alec city lawyer (which he wasn't) and why couldn't she have settled down with some nice local farm boy and stayed living next door or something similar. Whitney sighed inwardly as she contemplated how things would be but, as she concluded, that would be a bridge to cross on the day.

As for other economies, Brianna had learnt during her night out at the gay night club that Antoine's Wedding Shop companion, Craig, the one whom she had been giving a blowjob, was a registered Marriage Officiant. She couldn't remember the exact circumstance during the evening when this had been revealed but she had been sufficiently impressed to ask if he would be interested in performing the ceremony.

Craig (and his inseparable friend Antoine) said with that curious lisp of his, "How nice. What an honour to be asked and it will be make a change for us to get out of the city." It shouldn't have been a such a surprise given that the shop boasted of being able to provide the complete wedding package should such a service be required but, nevertheless, it was a amusing to think about.

Whitney, had no recollection of being told of this unexpected qualification, but that was no surprise given there was much about the evening that she claimed not to remember but nevertheless, the suggestion was taken up and so Brianna ticked that task off her 'to do list'.

Brianna was in her element, there was nothing she enjoyed more than hosting a party and to be given the opportunity and carte blanche to do whatever was required to make the day special for her friend was a welcome diversion from living the ordinary day-to-day.

Husband Brad was likewise keen to contribute in making the day a memorable one for he wanted to show his appreciation to Andrew for turning a blind eye to the obvious financial discrepancies in the company accounts when Andrew had conducted his audit. The subsequent approval of 'Brianna Holdings Inc' accounts had led to a lucrative contract from the Defence Department and, as a further consequence, there were other similar contracts in the pipeline now that the company was on the official approved list.

There was also the other aspect to Brad's agreement for Brianna to spend and to 'do whatever' for he was equally keen to meet Whitney, the cum-loving Queen that Brianna had told him so much about. He mused whether she would be interested in seeing how much he could cum!


The two weeks flew by with Brianna in complete control of all that needed to be done. The garden looked a picture; the Caterers had done a great job in providing a sumptuous buffet; the guest list had been finalised with no awkward or uninvited names added; the weather (although Brianna was unable to have any say) did its part and the sun shone brightly. All was set fair for a day to remember.

Whitney was as nervous as a bride should be on her wedding day. Along with the fears that her wedding dress would be less than perfect, that Andrew might forget the ring, that her parents might 'make a scene' when they met the rest of the company, there was so much other emotional baggage going on in her mind. and It was impossible to put aside the images and thoughts of the past few months and what with she had been involved and engaged. Especially when she found herself back in the company of those who were intimately involved. Her nervousness went up a notch when it was agreed that Antoine and Craig would assist her to get ready prior to the ceremony. She suspected that 'getting ready' might take a little while but she knew from experiencing their company that they knew how to make a girl relax.

As tradition demands, the groom was not allowed to see his bride-to-be the night before the wedding day. Brianna had taken care there would be 'no peeking' by booking him into a nearby motel for an overnight rather than have him stay at the house thereby ensuring his first view of Whitney in all her virginal white finery would be when she was led up the aisle by her father.

Andrew was unconcerned by the imposition of being forced to be separated from Whitney as he often in his working life had to make trips away which, pretty much, being ensconced in a motel amounted to the same thing. He had always led a fairly solitary life being an only child whose parents had both passed away when he was still in his teens. He couldn't say that he had any close friends either, not that being alone gave him any great concerns, but such were his thoughts as he checked-in and then to unpacked his bags and the laptop he had for a kind of substitute friendship and company.

He had already decided that he would take the opportunity to better re-acquaint himself with the lovely Brianna (whom he had only met professionally when he had conducted the financial audit at her company all those months ago and, fleetingly, in the cab ride home after 'that' night at the gay club) and look once again at the security footage of her being gang-banged by the black workers on the company premises. He never tired of looking at those black cocks queuing up to fill her white pussy and mouth with a seemingly endless supply of cum and of her obvious enjoyment in receiving it. Yes, his evening passed by most pleasurably and as he stroked himself to an orgasm of his own, he was filled with anticipation of meeting the lady who had become an integral part of his fantasies.

In the adjoining room an older couple were settling down to have a relaxing evening of their own having completed a long drive (by their standards) to come to the wedding of their ********. Whitney's parents were feeling well outside their comfort zone given they rarely strayed far from home and it was only the sense of duty toward their ******** that had drawn them to travel so far. Mother, a lady prone to find fault and criticise, was especially nervous about being in the company of strangers and Father knew that she would take the earliest opportunity to find an excuse as to why they needed to return home as quickly as possible. He thought it best not to draw her attention to the noise of somebody who he strongly suspected was masturbating in the room next door!

Wedding day dawned bright and clear with the prospect of a warm day ahead. At the motel in the breakfast room Andrew had made the acquaintance of his future parents-in-law after the check-in clerk had confirmed to him that, "Yes, that's the couple with the out-of-state registration sitting over there."

It was an amicable meeting and Whitney's mom could find little to criticise about the young man that her ******** had decided to marry. Her *** likewise could find little fault in her choice and grudgingly conceded to himself that maybe a 'city slicker' wasn't such a bad find although when he spoke with him he couldn't shake the image that this must be the young man who had been wanking half the night away in the room next door when he was trying to get to sleep!

Whitney meanwhile knew none of what had and was occurring at the motel. All she knew was that both Andrew and her parents had safely arrived the night before and that she would not be meeting with any of them until she made her appearance on the lawn in the afternoon being escorted up the aisle on her father's arm. She certainly had plenty to occupy her mind and time before that happened.

She had travelled up to stay with Brianna and Brad the day previous and had spent a pleasant day and evening putting together the final touches and arrangements for her big day. They took a call which confirmed that Antoine and Craig would be arriving early and bringing the freshly laundered dress which had been successfully purged of any traces of their cum that had been deposited at the time of the final fitting. Brianna also confirmed that they had engaged the services of some of their black employees to act as ushers at the wedding and to provide assistance as servers at the celebration afterwards. She told her this and concluded the advice with a wink leaving Whitney in no doubt as to what 'services' they would be providing.

It was late morning when Antoine and Craig arrived at the house. Whitney wasn't there to greet them for she was already in town having her hair done so introductions were made by Brianna to Brad who hadn't previously had the pleasure of their company … unlike his wife whose knees trembled when she shook hands once more and remembered the last time that black hand had touched her. She tried to shake the memory and to concentrate more on what needed to be done rather than what had already deliciously happened and so bags and suit-hangers were unloaded from their car to be taken into the guestroom before resuming getting to know each other over a light lunch prior to the 'robe-ing up'.

Whitney returned from the hairdresser but was far too excited to be thinking about food, she had other things going on in her head as she contemplated the day ahead and the possibilities of what might occur. She toyed with the food on her plate and listened to the banter that was being exchanged between the two black visitors and their hosts. It was clear that they had made a favourable impression on Brad and the innuendos that were being passed back and forth gave Whitney every confidence that later when the 'celebrations' took place that Brad would be having no problem with joining in with the anticipated form of entertainment.

It was Antoine who brought the lunch party to a close by saying in that curious lisping voice that he affected when he was in full 'gay mode' that, ".. it's time for the 'blushing bride-to-be' to transformed from an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan!" (Whitney wasn't too sure about the reference to 'an ugly duckling' given the amount she had just spent on having her hair done but let the remark pass unchallenged!)

Brad wasn't conversant with Hans Christian Andersen but he got the drift and smiled as he watched Whitney go to the guestroom with Antoine and Craig in tow suspecting that the gay couple might be resuming the intimacies that Brianna had told him of when she had reported to him the details of her recent trip to New York.

He was not wrong. The door to the guestroom closed and without any instruction from her two assistants Whitney pulled her tee shirt over her head and then quickly pushed down the old but favourite sweat pants that she had been wearing. She stood there in just her bra and panties and struck a theatrical pose and said, "Really? Ugly Duckling, I don't think so!" and they all laughed.

"OK, let's see what we have here," said Craig adopting his professional persona and looking her up and down. "Hmm, I think we might need a little tidying up of the hair before we let you adorn yourself with our beautiful creation."

"Tidying up?" she pouted, "whatever are you referring to, I've just spent a fortune having my hair done!"

"I'm not talking about that hair, silly girl, I'm referring to those stray hairs," he said pointing to her panties where, sure enough, a couple of strays were showing. "Can't have you anything but perfect can we sweetie?" He rummaged in a valise, withdrew and flourished a pink plastic razor and a can of foam, adding with a sly smile, "I did notice the other night at the club that 'someone' needed a bit of a trim 'down there'!"

Whitney got the message and took off her remaining underwear and unashamedly sat down on the edge of the bed.

In truth, she had no concerns about how she looked 'down there' for as a matter of course she was just assiduous with the appearance of her pussy as she was with her other attributes even though she knew in the normal course of events that it would be hidden from view. However, she suspected that the later wedding celebrations might be going to progress beyond 'normal' and hence she shared Craig's concern that she needed to be neat and tidy. She lay back to rest on her elbows and, in response to his instruction, spread her legs.

"Now, how do we want it; will your husband prefer a light trim or baby-smooth?"

She giggled and elected to have a light trim. She then gave a slight shudder as she felt the cold of the spray but quickly relaxed when that feeling was followed by the soft touch of his black hand as he spread the foam around her pussy mound. Her pleasure increased when she watched him carefully scrape away the few stray hairs that he claimed to have seen and then increased even more when he abandoned all pretence of giving her a shave and instead began to run his fingers between her increasingly wet slit.

Antoine, meanwhile was no passive bystander. Knowing Whitney's preferences, he unzipped his pants, and came over so that she could reacquaint herself with his own shaven cock. It took no time at all before all three were indulging in a mutual masturbation session; Craig on his knees cleaning away the remains of the foam with a cloth and then using his tongue to make sure that none had penetrated between her pouting lips; Antoine stroking and massaging her tits as she lay back on the bed; Whitney holding and stroking his stiffening cock and looking on approvingly as that familiar dribbling of pre-cum started to flow. It took but a few moments that she in her highly aroused state had, courtesy of Craig's busy fingers, her first orgasm of the day.

"Oh my, look at the time. We mustn't dally if we are to get ourselves ready in time," said Craig as he withdrew his sticky fingers from her cunt, a rhetorical statement that reminded Whitney of the real reason why she was in a bedroom with two naked black men.

She reluctantly let go of Antoine and got to her feet and looked on approvingly at the two erect cocks that her companions were sporting. They returned the compliment by telling her that she 'looked hot' but that they were going to make her look even better.

"Now, shall we begin with the lingerie," said Craig as he turned his attention to a valise. He tore open a package and handed her a white lacey garter belt, she put it on and he followed with giving her a pair of white stockings which she carefully pulled up her legs to clip to the suspenders. Antoine said that she 'looked a picture' and how lucky was Andrew that he would get to see her like that later in the day. He unpacked the bra that she had chosen and both of them cooed as she put on the flimsy lace-fringed garment with the half cups that held her tits and almost exposed her protruding nipples.

"You look delightful; he is such a lucky man," gushed Antoine, his stiff cock bobbing as he walked to other side of the room to unzip the hanging carrier that contained the wedding dress. "Now, unfortunately, we shall have to cover you up," he said with a laugh.

He carefully carried the dress over to where she stood and with assistance of Craig they helped her step into the frothy creation of satin with an embroidered sequin bodice, the scalloped neckline and delicate lace sleeves. She put her arms into the sleeves and Craig stepped behind her and began working and busying himself with doing up the row of buttons that ran down the back; Antoine employed himself with making sure that her breasts were contained 'just so' and caressed and gently smoothed the bodice so that, in his opinion, the correct amount of cleavage was on view; she bided the time by once again taking hold and stroking his cock which was conveniently positioned by her hand.

She was a little disappointed when they both stepped away, she had been much enjoying the close intimate attention and sexually-charged atmosphere with the innuendo that was being bantered around, it had made her feel so relaxed and calmed her wedding day fears but her disappointment was short lived.

"Sweetie, you look divine …" said Craig, " … don't you agree?"

Antoine nodded, "She looks lovely but, oops, guess what we've forgotten ..."

She looked up to see him twirling the silk panties that she had chosen as part of her trousseau and, yes, she had quite forgotten that they were meant to be part of the wedding ensemble.

"… but I think there's something else we've not done either, isn't there?"

As a theatrical gesture he draped the white lace panties around his cock leaving her in no doubt that the innuendo was about to turn into something more implicit. "Turn around, sweetie…"

She turned to see that Craig had lay down on the bed and was stroking his erect penis. He didn't need to say anything, she instinctively moved and reached out to replace his hand with hers and to hear Antoine add "… we don't want to make a mess like the last time, do we?"

He lifted her dress up over her waist taking care not to spoil the satin with his dribbling pre-cum before stepping closer to her. She leaned further onto the bed and felt the touch of his cock as he guided himself between the cheeks of her exposed butt and then followed that delicious anticipated moment when she gave a gasp as he found his mark and pushed his pantie-clad erection inside her wet warm pussy and commenced to properly fuck her.

The force of his thrusting caused her to become better acquainted with Craig and he obligingly allowed her to suck on his cock which she was still holding despite the other distractions to her senses. Very soon an understanding and a rhythm was adopted which gave equal pleasure to all three although it might be argued that Whitney was gaining more than her share as she began to orgasm over and over as she felt Antoine thrusting deep inside her.

Their pleasure was interrupted by a knock on the door followed by Brianna discretely looking inside the room with much amusement. The sight of her friend being attended to by the black 'assistants' was no surprise for Whitney had already intimated to her earlier that it was a possibility and her intention to have a taste of black cock on her wedding day. She just hadn't expected that it would happen so soon in the day!

"No matter," she thought, "it's your special day, you can do what you want" and she kept any surprise out of her voice by saying matter-of-factly, " ... your guests had arrived and when you've finished getting ready, we can begin."

It was debatable who was the first to shoot his load but Whitney was gratified when she felt Craig's cock stiffen and throb and for his cum to pulse and fill her mouth as she wanked him to his climax. Antoine, aware that Brianna was standing watching, gave her something to amuse and he moved his position slightly to let her see more clearly his fat black cock decorated with the white panties thrusting into her friend's cunt. It only took a couple of thrusts more and his climax overwhelmed him and Whitney received her second deposit and yet another orgasm of her own.

Brianna quietly closed the door and left them to finish 'getting ready'.


Andrew had quickly made a favourable impression on his nervous-soon-to-be-in-laws and they were grateful to have a trustworthy guide to take them to where Brianna lived on the outskirts of town. Brianna greeted them as they pulled onto the driveway and after introductions had been established they were led into the house 'to freshen up after their long journey'. Brianna was careful to keep Andrew's attention focused on the garden rather than the direction of the guestroom where Whitney was being 'prepared'. He was mindful of her traditions and compliantly allowed himself to be led to his place under the floral arch by Brad leaving the parents waiting for the guestroom door to open and, at last, be reacquainted with their ******** who they had not seen for so long.

The guestroom door eventually opened and they were slightly taken aback when two black men immaculately clad in tuxedos came out and theatrically stood guard either side of the doorway. Antoine gave a flourish and called into the open door, "Behold Princess, your audience awaits!"

Whitney looked a picture when she stepped through the doorway, a vision of loveliness dressed in an immaculate white dress that was every girl's dream. Mother gave a gasp to see her ********, who she had only ever known to favour less formal clothing, dressed so beautifully. She stepped forward and with a tear in her eye gave her a motherly hug. Whitney, it had to be said, was equally overcome at seeing her parents in such circumstances and she lifted her veil in order that she could give her mother a proper love and kiss. Mother obliged and being careful not to smudge her ********'s make-up, gave her a kiss on the lips and told her she 'looked lovely'.

Antoine looked on the touching display but being conscious that time was slipping by gave a discrete cough and said, "We need to be going to the sacrificial altar … " hastily adding when he saw the look that Whitney's father gave, ".. that's a joke, by the way."

Mother stepped away and as Antoine took his time to rearrange Whitney's veil she whispered to her husband, "I don't know what the girl has had to eat but her breath smells terrible." She rummaged in her purse and passed a wrapped candy to him, "Give her one of these mints to suck on, it might freshen her up!"

(It was little wonder that Mother didn't recognise the taste of her ********'s breath, she had never indulged in that 'disgusting habit of fellatio' that she had sometime in the past inadvertently read about.)

Father did as he was told and slipped the candy to his ******** as she took his arm. She blushed beneath the veil when she realised why she was being gifted such an odd choice of confection; it was because of her breath. She blushed even deeper to think that when she had been bringing Craig to his climax that she hadn't taken into account there would be such consequences!

Given the solemnity of the occasion she thought it also prudent not to draw Father's attention to the fact and confess that she wasn't wearing any panties (they had become too soiled) and that Antoine's cum was dribbling down the inside of her legs as he walked her through the house toward the garden.

The wedding ceremony was short and sweet. Everybody played their part very well . Andrew gave his blushing bride the expected expression of joy when he turned to see her being led by her father toward him before the altar; Mother was in tears of happiness to see her ******** so radiant and happy (even if her breath did smell); Brianna fussed around in the manner of the dutiful maid-of-honour; Brad felt a stirring of his cock as he looked upon the woman who he hoped he would later be helping out of that white dress she was wearing.

Both Craig and Antoine acted very professionally in their roles. Craig clearly demonstrated his qualification as a Wedding Officiant as he went through the litany and encouraged them to take their vows. Antoine, even though he wasn't a long-time acquaintance or friend to Andrew, had agreed to act as Best Man and did the job very well and had no trouble in providing the rings at the appropriate point in the ceremony. Craig concluded the service with an invitation for the groom to kiss his bride. Andrew did so and, just like his newly acquired mother-in-law, tasted on Whitney's lips the unmistakeable flavour of cum (albeit, tinged with the addition of the mint sweet that she had been surreptitiously sucking throughout the ceremony!)

With the formal part of the day successfully dealt with, everybody began to relax. A photographer kept interrupting the company with demands that they group/regroup/strike a pose/'stand here'/'stand there' etc. Champagne was poured and endless toasts to the happy couple were made by the select number of invited guests in between nibbling at the canapés that the caterers had provided.

"What a classy affair this has been," said mother as she finished her third glass of champagne, ".. I'm so glad that we were able to come."

Whitney couldn't remember a time when she seen her mother so unflustered and serene, it was so unlike her usual demeanour, and concluded that it must be the champagne that had caused the agreeable change and therefore offered to fill her glass. The offer prompted mother to revert to type.

"No thank you dear, we've had a lovely time and we are so pleased for you and to see you looking so happy but we must be going. The pets will be missing us and you know that Daddy doesn't like driving in the dark. If we leave now we should be home before it gets too late."

Whitney gave an appropriate response and pouted her disappointment that her parents were leaving so soon but inwardly she was pleased for the presence of her straight-laced parents were kind of putting a damper on proceedings. Everyone present was also mindful of the situation and they likewise feigned expressions of regret that the guests-of-honour were having to leave before the party really got underway.

Brianna, Brad and the newly-weds accompanied the older couple to their car and waved them away with rising excitement of what would be occurring now that they didn't have to be minding their Ps and Qs.

The car disappeared from view and the foursome relaxed their waving arms and turned back to the front door to return to the house and garden and to declare to the remaining company that the wedding party could, at last, begin.

To be continued …