After the Wedding

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This is a story written for me by Sir, a dear, dear friend who understands completely my submissive tendencies. Only those who get that will enjoy the story. It is not for everyone.

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I have been watching you all though the wedding. You flashed me a view of that sweet cunt across the aisle as you sat down and the look on your face was perfectly clear. You want to be used as nothing more than a series of holes to satiate as many men as possible. I know that you are a dirty little slut and you are so proud of it. You need to be taught a lesson. A painful one.

After everyone leaves the church, I return to the pew on which you sat, imagining your smooth pussy which was so recently nestled into that burgundy velvet cushion. I notice the scent of your musk in the air. Could I be so lucky? Yes, your pussy was so wet with excitement that you left a dark stain on the fabric of the cushion. My cock instantly springs to attention. I drop to my knees in front of the pew, wanting nothing more than to worship the relic of your wantonness. i bring my face close to the stain, the intoxicating smell becoming overwhelming. I unzip my pants, pull out my cock, and begin to stroke it, unable to control my desires.

There is still pussy juice intermingling with the fibers of the fabric, not yet soaked through into the padding. Only a true slut could have been so wet. My breath quickens, as I lick my lips, extend my tongue, and and bring my face to your nectar. Just as I am about to taste that which has overwhelmed all of my senses, I notice movement out of the corner of my eye.

“Excuse me, I forgot my purse,” you say, with a bemused look on your face as you reach past my head to retrieve the unnoticed red handbag. I grab your arm as you reach the bag. You freeze, noticing my hard cock. A look of hunger crosses your face, then a wry smile.

Before you can say a word, my hand quickly shoots up your skirt and I slide two fingers into your dripping snatch. You gasp as I work them in and out of you and begin to meet the rhythm of each stroke with your hips. You lean over the pew in front of you, your bountiful tits hanging over the back, hard nipples straining the black bra and top for release.

I lean forwards and whisper in your ear “I know what you are. I’ve heard the stories and seen the pictures. You will be punished for being such a whore.”

Your cheeks are flush with anger and desire. Who is this person and how did he find out about me? Then the wave of fear sweeps over you.You realize that you are out of control. This makes you even more lustful, even wetter.

Your breathing is quickening as the need to have your pussy filled overcomes the fear. You reach out and grab my hard cock, roughly pumping it up and down in time to my fingers sliding in and out. You have been completely overwhelmed by the need to unleash your animalistic desires.

“How many people have seen this pussy today, whore?” I hiss in your ear as I slide in a third finger. You moan loudly, but do not answer. “Answer bitch!” Still you don’t answer. I grab you around the throat and spit in your face. “You are such a dirty slut aren’t you? You love to toy with desire. Well, it ends now!”

My grip tightens even more around your throat as I rip down your skirt. “Do you want my cock?” I ask coldly. “Oh, wait, I control your air supply. Silly me.” You begin to struggle as you realize that I am not letting go, not letting you get the oxygen you so need. The panic begins to set in just as I ram my dick into your slick cunt. Your whole body goes rigid as your carnal desires are fulfilled. The slap of skin on skin echos through the church as our bodies meet, stroke by stroke.

Your desire to be fucked has temporarily subverted your desire for oxygen, but you then realize that things are starting to go dark. I whisper calmly in your ear  “Goodbye, whore” as I pull my cock out of you.

Just as the darkness closes in on you, I release your throat. You gasp loudly for breath, your heart beating so hard you think it will jump out of your chest. There are tears running down your face, leaving trails of mascara as they fall.

You fall to your knees and turn your head toward me, only to meet my relentless cock. I slide it past your lips, over your tongue, to the back of your throat, burying it balls-deep in your face. I hold you there by the back of your head as I fumble in your purse for your phone. As your body spasms, fighting for the breath blocked by my cock, I take a picture your
face.

“Who should I send this one to, you cunt?” I ask as i pull my dick from your mouth. Before you can answer, I begin to roughly fuck your face. “I bet you’d like me to send this to your husband, wouldn’t you? To show him how much of a filthy slut you are, with a stranger’s dick in your face. Would you like that?” I ask in a cold voice. You nod as you totally submit to my power, your body going limp.

“Should I send him a picture of you doing what you do best? You are the world’s best cum dumpster, aren’t you, bitch?” You nod, the look of shame on your face making me even harder. I pump in and out of your filthy mouth faster and faster, the sounds of your gagging getting me ever closer to what we both desire.

With a groan, I begin to come. The first spurt lashes across your tongue as I pull out of your mouth. You taste your salty drug of choice at long last. The second spurt leaves a trail across your left eye and cheek. The
rest of the load ends up on your lips and chin. You greedily lick and push as much as you can into your mouth.

“You are a good little pet,” I say, patting you on the head. I turn around, zip up my pants, and walk out of the church, leaving you in a puddle of bodily fluids. You lean back on the floor and internally wallow in the filth that is your desire, and begin to laugh. You still want more. Your hand reaches to your pussy and you slide a finger inside.