Three days after we return from Amsterdam I receive a call from a very excitable Sally.
“Charley! He... he... he... I... I... I... Gaaaaaah!” She shouts down the phone making me hold it away from my ear.
“Jeez, Sal!” I hiss. “Take a breath and try again.”
“I’m getting married!” She squeals making me wince and my ear hurt.
“What?!” I ask, gobsmacked.
“Josh proposed! Just now! I said yes!” She babbles excitedly.
“Oh Sally! Congratulations! Tell me all about it, was it really romantic?”
I listen to her recount how Josh took her to her favourite restaurant for lunch, followed by a lovely walk along the river to a lonely but well used bandstand, where a band just happened to be playing “their” song and how he dropped to one knee, asking the question and revealing the ring.
“We need to celebrate!” I say joyfully. “Are you guys free tonight or...?”
“That’s the other thing I was calling about, Josh has to work but he said to get the girls together and go party!”
“Great! I’ll have a ring around and gather the belles!”
“Perfect, we’ll meet at 7 at the crown inn. There’s something I want to ask you but it has to be face to face.”
Hey there, Charlotte here as usual with another part of my story. So yeah, for those that don’t know I was a 45yo man until I was injected, involuntarily I may add, with an experimental serum that turned me into a 25yo redhead biological woman, the company responsible promising and then failing to change me back. After losing my first boyfriend, the love of my life, to a terrorist attack in the middle east, I went through quite a rough patch where I was acting out due to not being able to move on, but a recent trip to Amsterdam for my second birthday in this form, which involved lesbian sex with my best friend and being fucked senseless by 3 male performers at a sex club, has made me a new woman. I’ve decided that although I’m not just going to jump on every man I see, I will fuck one when I feel the urge to and leave settling down until I meet the right guy. Let’s crack on shall we?
I meet Sally at the pub, we’re the first to arrive and she takes the opportunity before the others get here.
“Will you be my Maid of Honour?” Sally asks out of the blue, taking me by surprise as I gaze at the gorgeous diamond ring on her finger.
“For real?” I respond, rather shocked.
"Yes for real, silly.” She giggles. “Who else would I ask? So, will you?”
“Of course I will!” I grin, hugging her tight. “it would be my honour!”
“I’m not sure who the best man will be yet. Josh has a choice of 3 guys at the moment, but if it’s the one I think it’ll be, James, we’ll need a chat.
“What is he? A serial killer?” I quip with a cheeky grin.
"No,” she replies with a straight face. “a serial shagger. He’s fucked three of the four other girls I’m going to ask to be my bridesmaids.”
“So, it’ll be a one night stand?”
“It’s not the sex that’s the issue, I don’t want to go into it now if that’s OK? If he does become best man I promise to tell you all about him.”
“Sure, no problem. Now, drinks!”
The others join us shortly after. One thing I’ll say about our friends is that they sure know how to party and, boy, did the 20 of us have one hell of a night. After visiting most of the pubs in the city centre, we hit a popular nightclub, getting rather drunk. I even end up taking a guy home but I won’t say anything more as, to be honest, the sex was pretty “meh” and I’d just bore you, though it did quell my urge.
I do, however, meet the other girls Sally intends to ask to be her bridesmaids, Emma (26, brunette, slightly chubby but curvy, mother of 3), Sam (28, blonde and slim with a medium bust), Nicky (25, a fellow redhead with a similar figure to mine) and Alice from my work, who we already know. The first three are the ones that have slept with James, though none of them say anything about him.
Not much happens over the next five months, a few of us from work start having regular nights out, heading to the local clubs with Becks having the intention of finding me a new man, literally introducing me to any and every guy she thinks will be good for me. It’s funny really because although I do take one or two of them home in the end, she’s the one who ends up bagging herself a new boyfriend, becoming too engrossed with him to continue trying to find one for me.
We have our measurements taken for the bridesmaids dresses and a few fittings, Sally confirms that Josh has asked James to be best man but he’s waiting to see if James can make it. You see, Josh went to high school with James but he moved to America on a football scholarship and the few times he’s visited since my change I’ve been out of town or already booked, meaning I’ve missed meeting him (which turns out to be a godsend, but we’ll get to that further in).
We also have another party bus trip, this time I’m dressed as Supergirl in my own, homemade costume (I did a really good job, I’ll admit, it was very sexy whilst also sturdy) complete with some tiny panties emblazoned with the famous ‘S’ symbol (don’t laugh). I end up meeting the guy I gave a handjob to on a previous trip (his name was Robert), this time letting him fuck me doggystyle in the dark beer garden behind the pub and keep the panties as a Souvenir.
We all head for a coffee after the final fitting for our bridesmaids dresses, giving Sally a chance to tell me about my prospective partner for some fun on their wedding night, as James has finally confirmed he can do it.
“Charley, I need to tell you about James, I know it’s kind of an unspoken tradition for the Maid of Honour and Best Man to hook up if they’re both single, but I would recommend just enjoying the sex and leaving it at that.” She says solemnly.
“There’s no guarantee I’m going to sleep with him.” I say half heartedly.
Sally pushes a photo towards me, it shows Josh on holiday stood next to a guy who looks like someone has stuck Channing Tatum’s head on a young Arnold Schwarzenegger's body, both are in Speedos that do nothing to hide the size of their large “packages”. “That’s James. You’re getting wet just from his picture, aren’t you?” she says with a sly grin. I hate to admit she’s right, I squeeze my thighs together to try to quell the feeling.
“Here’s one I managed to get of him in the shower.” adds Emma, sliding over a shot taken from a bed through an open door, showing a side on view through a droplet-pattered glass panel. He’s definitely well hung, I squirm as my body reacts to the sight, an involuntary quiver running through my pussy.
“You like big dicks, Charley.” Sally teases me mercilessly. “No way you’re going to pass up the chance of bouncing on that! I know you too well.”
“Fuck off, Sal. Yeah, ok, I’ll fuck him but why do I need to do the dirty and run?” I enquire.
“Believe me, if it wasn’t for the fact you’ll have some of the best sex of your life, I wouldn’t have let him choose James. Do you ladies want to take it from here?” Sally says to Emma, Sam and Nicky.
“He really is incredible in bed, I slept with him at a big family party at a hotel where we were staying the night, I can’t remember how many times I came, it was just too many to count. He really knows a how to push a girl’s buttons.” says Emma. “but I’ll tell you now he is the most irritating man you’ll ever meet, once he chooses you that’s it, he will not leave you alone.”
“Was it the wedding plans or the constant following with you?” asks Sam. “We did it a another friend’s wedding, he started going on about ours. We weren’t even dating!”
“I was on a group holiday, we slept together on the last night. The only bathroom was at the end of the corridor. I couldn’t even take a piss in peace! I came out of the toilet to find him waiting outside the door!” states Nicky.
“Me too!” says Emma. “did he give you your rating after?”
“He rates you on how good a fuck you are?” I query, gobsmacked. “For real?”
“Yeah, and if you’re really lucky he’ll even compare you to other girls,” Emma states.
“What? Come on! You guys are having me on!” I grin, confident in my assumption. Everyone except Alice looking at me seriously, even Sally. I gulp internally. “Thanks for the heads up.”
Two months later, a week before the wedding, I hold Sally’s hen (bachelorette) party at my house, stocking up on booze to make cocktails, spending the day making the food and nibbles. There’s about 30 girls there, a mixture of her other friends that I’ve met a few times, the ones she’s met through me and the ladies from the institute. I don’t tell her I’ve hired a stripper, all of us cheering as she turns bright red, the hunk in a policeman’s outfit eventually waving his large cock near her face wearing only his hat. To be fair, she stays true to Josh and doesn’t do anything with the guy, though I do find Alice fucking him in my guest bedroom, cracking the door open quietly after I hear moaning as I head to the bathroom. I leave her to have her fun and say nothing about it.
The day of the wedding arrives, both the ceremony and the reception are to be held in an old mansion that’s been turned into a hotel, the six of us in the bridal party are all sipping champagne and chatting as we have our hair and make up done after spending the night in our own rooms (I paid for all the girl’s rooms as part of my wedding present to them). At this point I still haven’t even met James as he’s due to get here this morning, having flown in last night (he didn’t come over for Josh’s stag night either). There’s a knock at the door and I answer it, expecting either Sally or Josh’s mum but instead I find James stood there, so I only open the door a little as I don’t want him seeing us all in our robes or worse.
“Oh hey, Charlotte, the Maid of Honour right?” he mumbles, his attention firmly on my chest.
“Yes, I’m Charlotte and you’re James, the best man. Nice to finally meet you.” I hold out my hand for him to shake. He touches it lightly. “is everything OK?”
“Er, yes.” He stammers, his eyes still on my breasts rather than my face. “I was just checking if you guys were alright.”
“Yeah, we’re good. Thanks.” ‘What is he staring at?’ I wonder, looking down to see my robe is slightly open and he’s getting a nice view of my right breast. I quickly close it, blushing slightly. “We’d better crack on, don’t want the bride to be later than she’s meant to be.” I say with a pleasant smile, closing the door.
“What did he want?” Sally looks over, much to the make up artist’s annoyance.
“Just checking in, though he got more than he bargained for.” I say with a mischievous grin. “My robe opened a bit so I inadvertently gave him a preview.”
“Well, he’ll be seeing it all properly later.” She says with a dry chuckle.
Over the next hour we have four more visits from James, the second being 20 minutes later when I’m having my hair and make up done whilst the others help Sally with her dress. This time Emma answers, cursing him when she closes the door and stating that his possessive behaviour is starting already.
By the third visit, Sally is getting very unnerved, fearing something is wrong.
“You don’t think Josh is getting cold feet, do you?” she asks shakily, I can see she’s on the verge of crying so I reach through the side slit in the skirt of my dress and retrieve a hipflask that I’ve strapped to my thigh and filled with vodka for emergencies, giving it to her.
“Have some of this,” I tell her, helping her steady her hand so she doesn’t spill it on her dress. “No, of course he’s not. You don’t really think he’s going to pass up the chance to marry the most wonderful woman in the world, who’s going to go on to give him several gorgeous children who’ll be spoilt rotten by their Auntie Charlotte, do you? James is just being a pest and probably trying to get another glimpse.”
At the fifth visit Sally is practically in pieces, now convinced she’s going to be jilted at the altar and I lose my patience with him, stepping into the corridor and fixing him with a warning gaze.
“Look, we’re fine,” I tell him firmly in a low voice so as not to upset Sally further. “so unless you’re going to tell me we’ve got a problem with the wedding will you please leave us alone. You’re distressing Sally. There’s only 20 minutes left, go do your best man thing with Josh.”
“Whoa! Ok!” he says, taking a couple of steps back and raising his hands in defence, though there’s something in his expression that I can’t quite place, he looks almost annoyed. “I’m going.”
“James, there you are!” says Josh’s mom, Anne, approaching us from the lift with Sally’s mom, Peggy. “Josh has been looking for you everywhere, you need to go find him, its almost time.”
“I sure will, Mrs. H.” He replies with a grin. “See you soon, beautiful.” He says to me with a sly, unnerving smile.
Once he’s out of earshot, the ladies turn to me.
“What is that all about? We haven’t seen him for over an hour!” says Peggy.
“He’s been constantly visiting,” I reply, exasperated. “It’s been making Sally worry like crazy, I’ve done my best to calm her but could you talk to her? Tell her everything is OK?”
“We both will,” says Anne, knocking on the door. “it should work if we tell her together.”
“Thank you so much.” I respond with relief as we’re let back into the room.
Sally looks absolutely gorgeous, her corset dress hugging her curves, skirts pooling elegantly on the floor. The bodice is covered with an intricate pattern of flowers and vines, each with a small pearl in its centre. She’s now completely calm again, their mother’s convincing her that despite a few nerves, Josh is chomping at the bit to put that ring on her finger! (Their exact words). Her father arrives with 10 minutes to spare so the rest of us leave them to have some dad-daughter time before the big event.
“God, I could bloody kill him!” Josh whispers to me as we have a few minutes to chat. “This all started when he went to America but it’s never been this bad. Mum said she was in bits!”
“Very nearly,” I confess, solemnly. “but a little vodka and your mother’s words and she’s ready and raring to go. Ulp! They’re coming down the stairs, you’d better get in there. Breathe deeply, ok?”
He nods and heads into the room and I watch as Sally and her father walk calmly down the stairs. At the bottom he lifts her veil gently over her face. “Ready?” he asks.
“Let’s get this show on the road!” she replies with a deep breath.
We line up in order, her mother first, then the four bridesmaids, I come after them followed by Sally’s two little cousins as page boy and flower girl, then last but not least, Sally and her father. Her mother goes in and a few minutes later we hear the music start to play, Aerosmith’s “I don’t want to miss a thing” (a popular choice but very meaningful to the happy couple).
“Lets make you the new Mrs. Henderson.” I grin to Sally as we start to walk, her cousins giggling in that sweet way that kids do. The ceremony goes beautifully, though I’m a little unnerved by the way James keeps staring at me, enough for him to have to be asked for the rings twice.
He almost ruins the wedding photos, well the ones of he and I together anyway. After the usual assortment, we decide to do some fun ones with the bridal party and the groomsmen, just silly stuff like pretending to kiss (he refuses as he only kisses someone he’s dating) with lips barely touching or the girl kissing the guy on the cheek with him having a dopey grin on his face, although he allows this one he just stares stone faced at the camera. Even when they get us to drape ourselves over the guys shoulder from behind or held in their arms, as well as one of them giving us a piggy back (which is dangerous as none of the girls are wearing any underwear as it ruined the look of our dresses, nearly flashing our pussies) he remains emotionless. I may as well have been posing with a T-800 Terminator.
As I was warned, he just will not leave me alone. At the wedding breakfast he tries to choose my food for me, huffing when I say I want something else to the waiter, after the speeches he steals my remaining champagne, pouring it into his own glass and saying I’ve had enough, then getting arsey when I ask for a refill. Every time I try to speak to a male guest he pops up and scares them off, even when I try to talk to both Sally and Josh’s fathers he does his best to control the conversation or talks about “our” future. If he’s not telling me the ratings of all the women present he’s slept with (I’m really not interested in who was energetic, wouldn’t do anal, screamed the house down, etc. Seriously TMI! Eurgh!), it’s what will be at his wedding! “We’ll have these flowers”, “our song will be”, even telling me how many kids he wants and that “the baby weight will be lost within six months as he can’t have a wife who doesn’t look her best and slim”. I simply “Mmm hmmm” or “Yeah, ok” at each one, not really paying attention. During the first dance I have to stomp on his foot with my heel to stop him trying to push me onto the dance floor before any other couples are allowed to join! He keeps bringing me soft drinks that I either don’t drink or pour a healthy measure of vodka into from my flask and I have to get that refilled at the bar twice. Even going to the bathroom isn’t an escape, he guards the door and stops other guests entering until I’m done. I spend half the evening apologising to them when I can, tired of him trying to make it look like I’m acting like a diva and upstand the bride.
The only thing that stops me from telling him to piss off is the fact that I’m looking forward to the good fucking I’m going to get later, the image of his cock in the shower photo front and center in my mind. I’d even avoided masturbating all week just so my urge would be at it’s peak!
Oh and that’s another thing, and I really can’t believe he had the audacity to do this, he’s been telling everyone we’re going to sleep together tonight, literally EVERYONE, Josh’s Grandma even telling me that, from what she’s heard, I should be screaming the place down in pleasure, the page boy asking what an orgasm was and why I was going to be having so many (the kid was 10 FFS! I had to make out that “orgasms” were canapés)! The fucking staff even know, so I have absolutely no chance of ditching him and scratching the itch with someone else anyway.
When the night has to end we head to my room (I paid for it, remember), my irritation almost as high as my horniness. I slip off my shoes as he unzips my dress and I carefully slide it off, hanging it inside the wardrobe before turning towards the bed.
“Where the hell is your underwear?” He barks as I slip between the sheets. “You mean to tell me you had nothing on under that dress all day?” (Jeez, it’s like being interrogated by my dad!)
“No I didn’t, none of us did.” I stare at him, hard. Though I will admit I'm enjoying watching him strip off his suit, getting wetter and wetter with each new piece of skin on display. “it visibly ruined the fit of the dresses.”
“Well, there’ll be none of that in the future,” he says, pulling off his shirt and dumping it on the floor with the rest of his clothes. “not unless I say so.” I only half catch that last part, too distracted by his cock as he pulls down his y fronts, revealing it.
“Mmm hmm,” I mutter in response, biting my lip at the sight of his member and thinking about it stretching my hole as he fucks me with it.
“Won’t be needing that.” He says, yanking the sheet down off both me and the bed. I pretend to protect my modesty, giggling girlishly and glad to finally be about to cure my itch. He crawls up the bed, his cock swinging invitingly. As he hovers above me, staring at my body, I uncover my breasts and reach for it with my right hand, grinning and gasping as my fingertips lightly touch his shaft. The response is immediate, his large hand grabs my tiny wrist and pulls it away, I look up at him with a needy whine.
“Not until I say so.” He barks as he holds my arm. ‘Screw that!’ I think to myself, immediately moving my left from my pussy, trying to touch it again, he releases my right and snatches it off him. “I won’t tell you again.” I huff defiantly, reaching again with my right, he notices my movement and sighs, reaching for something on the bedside table. Before I know it he’s clipped a handcuff around my right wrist, pulling it almost painfully above my head before slipping the cuffs through one of the bars of the iron headboard and tightening it around my left, leaving me helpless.
“Hey, what gives?” I complain, tugging at the cuffs without luck.
“I knew you’d be trouble so I prepared for it.” He says sternly. “Hopefully, you’ll learn your place.” He straddles my upper chest, placing his cockhead to my mouth. “open and suck it.”
I look at him defiantly but comply, gagging slightly as he pushes his cock towards the back of my throat. I start to move my mouth along his shaft, sucking on his rapidly hardening dick and swirling my tongue around the shaft and glans. Once fully hard (he’s bigger than I thought) he tries to shove it down my throat but the angle is wrong and all I do is choke and splutter.
“Lick it,” he orders as he pulls it back out, holding it still as I run my tongue along its entirety, a thick sheen on saliva builds on the throbbing flesh. “good.” He says simply, shifting back until his manhood is nestled in my cleavage. He takes my breasts in his hands and pushes them together (almost painfully), trapping his shaft between them and starting to thrust his hips, slowly at first but soon building to a swift, brutal pace (if he goes any faster I’ll end up with friction burns!), grunting as he mauls my mounds around himself, the bed shaking with the ferocity of his movements.
“God you’ve got perfect tits!” he growls, his cock slamming between my breasts, great for him but not much fun for me.
“Thanks a bunch.” I say sarcastically, laying still as he ravages my cleavage for about 5 minutes, not even trying to escape the cuffs anymore.” Do you have to do that so hard?”
“You’ll learn to enjoy it.” He states with confidence, thrusting even harder, his thighs almost crushing my ribs.
“I do enjoy it, with someone who knows how to treat a lady right.” I think to myself. “Fuck! Does he have to keep squeezing so tight? I’m gonna have bruises! I hope it gets better than this, they said he was great! Oh fuck! I think he’s going to...”
With no warning other than a growl, he thrusts hard forwards and starts to cum, I just manage to close my eyes as the first spurt splatters over my face, half of it going up my nose and in my mouth. The second hits my chin and neck, the third and fourth covering my left eye and running down my cheek, his final one splattering my collarbone as he releases my breasts, my flesh throbbing painfully where his fingers have dug in. I squirm in the cuffs, swallowing what landed in my mouth, to be honest it tastes horrible, like I’m eating blended anchovies and raw eel.
“Can you at least clean me up?” I huff, fuming at his audacity. I feel him climb off the bed, then something soft being roughly shoved over my face. When I can open my eyes I see him throw his shirt back on the floor.
“You need to learn how to talk to your man properly.” He grabs my ankles in one large hand, lifting my legs as if he’s changing a baby’s diaper and holding them over my head, exposing my bare ass. I watch as he raises his hand and brings it down sharply on my ass making me jump in pain but also sending a large spark of pleasure through me.
“OWWWWWWWWW!” I scream, biting my lip as my pussy shudders. I yell out again as he strikes a second time, harder. “FUUUUUUUUUCK!” My hole leaking my juices freely.
“Only dirty girls are turned on by spanking.” He thunders, emphasising each word with a smack to my ass. I squirm and whine, begging as my nectar flows like a river, my pussy pulsing visibly.
“Maybe I can find another way to make you obedient.” He lowers and spreads my legs, laying between them and angling my hips with his hands before engulfing my desperate womanhood with his mouth, sucking and licking until I'm tugging at the cuffs, desperate to pull and caress his head as he takes me to cloud nine. I’ve never had anyone work on my pussy like this, his tongue caressing my g spot and spreading my walls, teasing every accessible millimetre, his lips sucking on mine as he swallows the constant river streaming from my most sensitive area.
My body is on fire, every nerve filled with pleasure and bliss, stars dancing in my eyes as I cry out and groan, my nipples like steel bolts and a sensation that feels very much like electricity spreading over my skin. My thighs try to clamp on his head but he holds them back, driving me to my first earth shattering release.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!” My screams echo as I convulse, squirm and jerk in ecstasy, my velvety walls quivering and spasming on his tongue, I barely feel his triumphant chuckle as he pushes me to a second and third climax, only finally stopping when I collapse with exhaustion, my breasts heaving as I gasp for air, the aftershocks causing violent twitches of my limbs.
“Say it.” He commands as I come down, looking up at me over my soaking mound, my juices smeared over his lips and chin. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me.” I pant, willing him with doe eyes. “I want your cock in me. Fuck me pleeeeeeeeeeease!”
He chuckles and crawls up my body, pausing to suck and bite my rock hard nipples making my cry out, he kisses up my collarbone and neck, hovering his mouth enticingly above mine and I wonder if he’s going to break his own “no kissing” rule. He leans close to my ear, his hot breath on my lobe sending a shiver through me. “You bitches always beg, I’m going to enjoy doing this to you over and over again.” With that he reaches down and aims his cock at my trembling entrance, sliding just the head inside and spreading my hole deliciously with it’s huge thickness.
Hooking his elbows under my knees, he pushes my legs back and open further. With one hard thrust he buries his entire length inside me, holding as I arch my back and squirm beneath him, my mouth locked open an my eyes rolling back in my head, my hands tugging at the cuffs involuntarily making the metal chain ‘chink’ against the bar. “I love this part.” He growls, pulling back achingly slowly and burying himself again with another smooth, swift movement, holding as my muscles squeeze his shaft tight. He repeats this for several minutes, chuckling as I whine with need as his thick dick forces me wide open, spreading me exquisitely and making me thrust my breasts towards him with every arch of my back.
“Beg me.” He commands, an almost evil grin on his face. “Beg me you defiant little bitch, beg for my cock pounding your tight little hole until you can’t take it anymore.”
“P-P-Please! I... I... I need you to... fuck me! Fuck me I beg you!” I plead doing everything I can to try to move on his throbbing thickness, my efforts futile. “Fuck me hard!”
Still looking at me with the same evil grin, he starts to thrust, gathering pace quickly until he’s pounding me hard and deep, a cry of pleasure escaping my lips with each one as I writhe beneath him, my walls spreading and clenching around him as a white fire builds rapidly inside me, pushing me nearer and nearer to the precipice. I strain against the cuffs, desperate to pull him closer, to bring his lips to mine but it’s futile, the feeling of helplessness adding to my excitement and pleasure.
It takes mere minutes for him to make the dam break, my climax surging towards me faster and faster with each punishing thrust until it finally bursts forth, surging through my body making me arch and convulse, my pussy squeezing his slamming cock hard.
“Oh no you don’t,” he snarls making my barely focusing eyes look at his face, just visible through the sea of stars. “You’re not going to draw mine from me just yet!” He somehow finds extra force with which to slam my spasming hole, pushing me to another three orgasms in quick succession. I’m barely through my third when he suddenly pulls out, the sudden emptiness making me squeal loudly. Pushing me on my side he forcefully lifts my left leg and straddles my right, slamming his manhood back into my twitching pussy and gripping my leg in his arms as he resumes pounding me hard and deep, my tits swaying as i cry out and struggle against the cuffs, the new position making him spread me more top to bottom than at the sides, the pace brutal yet electrifying.
“This is how our first son will be conceived.” He states matter-of-factly as he pumps my soaking hole and nearly breaks my leg with his grip. I nod , not really hearing or understanding his words as my mind becomes frazzled with the intense pleasure running through my being. I grip the pillow as best I can as his hips smack against me, his cockhead bashing my cervix as he uses me for his own pleasure, the guttural noises from my throat intensifying as another climax steams towards me. Just as my dam is about to break, his cock slips out and he re-aims it... at my asshole, starting to try to push it in and making me give him a look that would freeze any mortal man’s blood solid in his veins.
“Don’t even fucking think about it!” I snarl, my eyes burning into his face.
“Have it your fucking way then, slut!” He flips me over, twisting my wrists in the cuffs and forcefully lifting my hips, making me kneel with my ass in the air. He thrusts straight back in, my hole still twitching from my climax, fucking me as powerfully as before, using my hips to yank me back on his cock, driving it deeper, the head shoving over my g spot making me drool onto the sheets. I let him use me, my mind a mere passenger on the constant waves of ecstasy being driven through my body. I lose count of my orgasms well into double figures, not even sure if I’m moaning quietly or screaming my lungs out as his delicious cock assaults my velvety walls until I practically pass out. Only then does he pull out, letting me recover before releasing my wrists.
“Now it’s time you did some work. Ride me.” He says, pushing me to straddle him. I lower myself on his pulsing manhood, groaning deeply as I feel it open me wide again. I ride him hard, rolling and rocking my hips as he mauls my tits with his hands, my own gripping the top bar of the headboard as I slam myself onto his shaft. “This is how we’ll make his sister.” He says, though his words are lost on me as I push myself to a series of multiple orgasms that have me rattling the windows with my cries, eventually collapsing on his chest, gasping and panting heavily. “Time to finish.” He rolls us over and I let him have his way. Completely spent, I lay on my back as he pounds my pussy towards his own orgasm, my nerves numb and mind slowly clearing as he thrusts, grunting heavily until he announces he’s going to cum.
Now, at this point, most men with an ounce of manners will ask a partner, especially a new one, if they can cum inside them. Not James. No, he just shoves his cockhead against the entrance of my womb and explodes, pumping his seed directly inside it, burying his pulsing shaft as deep as possible until he’s unloaded his balls completely. Now you may be thinking “well you’ve let lots of guys cum in you, what’s the problem?” and no, I haven’t. Andy, Josh and the three performers at the club, yes, the rest no, the one night stands I all put a condom on them myself. Even they had the presence of mind to ask, although one of them burped it. The only other person who didn’t ask was Jack Thompson, my rapist. Oh, and FYI I have regular STI tests now and I’m clean.
I look at him with pure fury. “Did you just fucking cum in me?” I growl as he pants, his manhood still twitching inside my velvet tunnel.
“Yes, I did.” He smirks. “So what?”
“and you didn’t think to ask if you could?” I demand, my eyes glaring at his smug expression as he plugs my womb, keeping his potent seed within me.
“Oh shut up!” he sneers. “it’s all you bitches are good for. You’ll get used to me doing it over time.” He pulls out and rolls on his side, facing away and leaving me fuming on a large wet spot with his seed slowly leaking from my gaping hole, wondering what he means by “him doing it over time”.
I don’t get much sleep that night, when I do finally calm down enough to drift off it’s only about an hour and a half before I’m awoken by his loud snoring, now lay on his back taking up most of the bed. I try jabbing him with my finger, slapping his chest, pushing him on his side (though he’s far too heavy for me to move), everything I can think of to stop the racket, eventually giving up and turning onto my side, attempting to force myself back to sleep. At 6am he finally stops and wakes up, I feel him climb out of bed behind me and head to the bathroom, I close my eyes feigning sleep to avoid having to talk to him, the bathroom’s light shining through my eyelids and the sound of him pissing loudly making me feel sick. As exhaustion overtakes me I hear him flush the toilet and the light goes out, though I don’t feel him get back into bed as I finally slip into sleep.
At around 8am I open my eyes and roll onto my back, stretching my arms and legs as I yawn. Surprised that I haven’t been told off for moving too much, I look to his side of the bed, relieved to see that it’s empty. I climb out of bed, grimacing at the large stain of our combined fluids on the sheet and head to the shower, languishing beneath the water and washing the dried sweat, pussy juice and semen from my body, to be honest despite how much I enjoyed it, I feel used, like my status as a human being is void because of my pussy.
Once dry I sip on a light summer dress, some lace panties and sandals, add a little make up and head to breakfast, becoming increasingly curious of the other wedding guests I pass offering congratulations. I get a full English, coffee and a glass of orange juice, looking questioningly at the servers who also offer their best wishes, as I walk away I hear one say to the other that they think I don’t remember accepting and that I did put a lot of alcohol away the previous night.
I spot Alice nursing a coffee as well as her head and walk over to join her, noticing the glances from the other guests in the room, something in the way they look at me making me feel like I’m doing a walk of shame, their judgement adding to my growing sense that I’m nothing more than a slut. I try to hide any hint of my disturbing thoughts as I approach Alice and take a seat.
“A little rough this morning, Alice?” I smile pleasantly, sipping my juice.
“Have you lost your mind?” she asks, leaving me perplexed.
“What? Why would you think that?” I respond, setting down my glass.
“Please tell me it’s not true.” I turn to see Sally approaching, taking a seat next to me with a look of concern.
“What?” I ask, confused. “Will someone please tell me what’s going on? And why are you here? I would have thought you and Josh would be consummating your marriage for the umpteenth time!”
“That was the plan, until lover boy turned up.” Sally responds looking meaningfully at me. “Josh tried to get rid of him but he insisted on telling us the news. So, are you really marrying him?”
I almost choke on my coffee. “What?!” I put down my cup a little hard, spilling it. “are you high?! I wouldn’t marry him if we were the only people left!”
“That’s what he told us,” Sally explains as I soak up the spill with napkins. “He said he proposed in bed after you fucked.”
“The only thing he did afterwards was leave me to sleep on the wet spot and snore loudly.” I look at her seriously. “Not even having the same incredible sex as last night every day could make up for that asshole’s attitude. I’d rather marry a eunuch.”
“Oh thank fuck!” They say in unison, relief washing over both their faces.
“He’s been telling everyone,” Alice says. “been to see the manager over availability and everything.”
“That explains the looks and well wishes,” I say thoughtfully. “So what else did he tell you? He didn’t tell you about... oh god! How much detail?”
“I left when he said about spanking you, I heard it from the bathroom getting dressed. Oh and... you’re a 9 by the way, would have been a perfect 10 if not for your obedience issues and refusing him anal.” Sally says with a smirk. “Did he really have to cuff you to the bed?”
I shoot Sally a stern look, then nod solemnly making Alice laugh. “I bet he’s told Josh I begged for it too, begged for that huge cock. God I’m never going to live it down, am I?”
“Anyone would beg for it if they were that worked up,” she holds my hand reassuringly. “The main thing is you enjoyed yourself, now you can tell him to piss off and forget him.”
“That’s true, kind of...” I explain how last night has left me feeling used and only useful for a man’s pleasure, both of them reassuring me that it was just a one off and I’m worth far more than I think right now, their words making me feel better, if only a little. “I need another coffee.” I get up and head to the drinks station, still feeling people’s looks on me, my heart almost at rock bottom as I reach it and pour a cup. As I turn to get the milk I see James stood beside me. I steel myself.
“There you are, Darling!” he smiles pleasantly, gripping my arm purposefully. “I’ve squared everything with the manager for a few months time, we just need to discuss a few things.”
“Like what?” I murmur, my head slightly bowed and my body taught with tension as everyone watches us.
“Well, I’ll need a list of your assets, those that can’t be signed over to me will have to be sold.” I look up at him, my anger starting to build at his words. “after that I think we should have sex again, I need to know if you’re as enthusiastic sober as you are drunk.” My blood literally starts to boil, humiliated that everyone can hear him. “Then we can go home and I can see what level your domestic qualities are at and decide on a program of improvement, along with your obedience training.” If I was a cartoon character I’d have steam coming out of my ears, though I try to maintain a calm composure. “So, come along, don’t be difficult and obey your future husband.”
“I haven’t had breakfast yet.” I say through gritted teeth, my mask slipping as my eyes turn dark and dare him to take it further.
“That’s ok, you’re fat enough. The only times you need to put on weight is when you’re carrying our children.” (cue an “oh shit!” from Sally)
The slap to his face is hard and loud enough to shock everyone and echo around the entire room. “that’s for telling my best friend’s husband everything we did last night!” I snarl, planting my knee hard into his crotch making him howl and bend over in agony. “that’s for cumming inside me without asking!” I grab a full jug of milk, pouring it over his head. “and that’s for thinking you’re good enough to be my husband!” I lean down, staring furiously into his pained eyes. I never want to see you again. If I do you’ll be getting this...” I grab his already hurt crotch and squeeze hard, a pained cry escaping his mouth. “back in the mail. Got it?!”
With a pitiful nod he turns and stumbles from the room, humiliated, almost slipping on the spilt milk. I stand seething as I watch him go. A waitress coming to clean the mess.
“Let me,” I say with a friendly smile, my anger pushed out by exhilaration. “I made the mess.”
“I shouldn’t miss, it’s the rules.” She responds, preparing the mop.
“I insist.” I grab the handle and clean it up, handing the equipment back to her. “any trouble from the manager, send him to me. Ok?” She nods thanks and retreats with the mop. I head back to my seat, the other guests avoiding my gaze.
“Now, breakfast.” I say to a grinning and giggling Sally and Alice.
When we explain everything to Josh, he’s seething at James’s behaviour, holding me tight and apologising profusely.
“I’m so sorry, Charley, if I had known he’d gotten that bad I’d have chosen Simon instead.” He confesses. “he knows how to treat a lady and would never have done that to you in a million years.”
“It’s ok,” I tell him. “So I ended up with a complete jerk, just chalk it up to experience.”
“It’s not ok though,” he says sadly. “You got hurt and our wedding is tainted now. I just wish we could just erase him from the whole thing.”
“Why don’t we? The photographer is still here isn’t he?” I offer, their eyes brightening.
“Yes, he’s a family friend.” Sally says with a sly grin. “I know that look, what are you planning you little minx?”
I explain my plan, we get the photographer to digitally erase James from all the photos and we promote Simon to best man, put him in James’s place and recreate the photos he ruined with his boring attitude. “and if anyone asks why Simon gets to have those photos with both the Maid of Honour and a bridesmaid (Emma), you just say he’s a lucky sod.”
“It’ll be costly but it’d work.” Sally muses. “I’ll have a word with him.”
“I’ll speak to Simon. That just leaves the cost, God knows how we’ll manage but we will.” Josh holds Sally’s hand lovingly, the gaze deeply into each other’s eyes.
“I’ll cover the cost.” I state, making them both turn to look at me with shock.
“Charley! You can’t! You’ve already spent so much on us with the girl’s rooms and all those gifts, including half the honeymoon costs!” they say almost in unison.
“I’m part of what caused the issue, I’ll solve it.” I say with stubborn resolve. “Now, lets get to work. We need to sort this before you guys have to leave for three weeks of non stop sex.”
“Charley! You’re incorrigible!” Sally giggles.
We manage to get everything organised before they leave, waving them off before the photographer, Simon and I split off from the remaining guests.
“I’ll get set up, you guys better change clothes.” Says the photographer. “Meet me back here in about 10 minutes.”
“Ah,” replies Simon, looking a little sheepish. “I’ve already checked out, I was going to leave straight after them, originally.”
“No problem,” I grin. “You can change in my room. I’ll use the bathroom.”
We have so much fun taking the photos I don’t want it to end, Simon treating me like a lady the whole time, even continuing to ask if he can touch me a few times after I tell him he doesn’t need permission, until I give him a sly, mischievous grin that is. He has me giggling the whole time, pulling funny faces, wearing a really dopey grin when I kiss his cheek and giving two thumbs up for the photo, doing a “look boobies” expression when I’m leaning back, draped in his arms. Getting a little overexcited I nearly knock him over jumping on his back for the piggyback shot, both of us laughing uncontrollably. It’s the complete opposite of how it was yesterday and I’m loving every second, even getting a little overzealous and actually kissing him properly for the fake kiss shot, not that he seemed to mind.
On the way back to my room he’s still goofing around and joking, making me double over with laughter as I hang off his arm. If his plan is to woo me then its working, he makes me feel like a desirable, living woman rather than the animated sex doll that James seemed to think I was. Back in bedroom I ask him to help me unzip my dress, as I slip it down I hear him gasp as he notices I’m naked underneath, especially when I bend right over to pick up my dress, giving him an unobstructed view of my pussy and asshole.
“No undies? I guess I’d better change in the other room.” He stammers and I hear him take a step towards the bathroom, making a decision in my mind.
“No, don’t.” I turn around, covering my modesty and looking bashful. “Do you... do you think I’m attractive?”
“Honestly? I think you’re gorgeous,” he smiles sweetly. “both inside and out.”
“Do you like what you see?” I ask, moving my arms to my sides and letting him see everything before slowly approaching him and raising my right hand, playing with his tie, twisting it through my fingers.
“Absolutely.” He nods, a little nervously, his eyes roaming my naked form, biting his lip.
“You know it’s customary for the Maid of Honour and the Best Man to sleep together if they’re both single, don’t you?” I stroke my fingers down his chest and stomach then back up, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You ARE the Best Man now, and I know you couldn’t do it with Emma last night.” (She was called away when her eldest decided it would be a good idea to break his arm) I gaze at him with obvious desire. “So, would you like to? We still have the room for a few hours...”
Now, I know what you’re thinking, isn’t it a bit slutty to offer yourself to two men in less than 12 hours, Charlotte? And yes, you’d be right under normal circumstances, but these aren’t normal are they, really? Last night I was treated like I was nothing more than a personal sex toy. Yes, I had an amazing time but it left me feeling used, like I was a piece of meat, my body demanded for personal satisfaction and gain. Simon on the other hand, he makes me feel desired, wanted for my personality not my curves and I know deep down that he understands me and my needs, he knows how I want to be treated and he’ll do everything he can to make it happen for me. Anyway, I need this and you can judge all you want.
In response he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer and kissing me deeply. I kiss him back, reaching down to push his hands onto my ass before returning them to his neck, pulling him closer as he squeezes my cheeks and I grind myself against the hardening bulge in his trousers. Gasping, I lean my head back as the rough lump in his crotch rubs against my clit and outer lips and he takes the opportunity to smother my neck with light kisses, moaning as I reach down and start to undo his trousers, pushing them to the floor.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, still giving me the chance to step back if I want to.
“Don’t move.” I tell him with a light kiss, sliding down to my knees and gripping his boxers, pulling them down and gasping appreciatively at his almost fully erect manhood. Though he’s not huge (7 inches long and 5 in circumference), he’s more than big enough to take care of my needs, the head slipping easily between my lips. I moan at the salty taste of his precum (it tastes so much better than James’), licking it from his slit as I suck on the large, purple, mushroom shaped flesh filling my mouth and tease every millimetre with my tip.
He groans as I move my mouth further along his shaft and start to move, sliding my lips over him and taking him deeper with each bob of my head, sucking and licking his cock, moaning as I put my hands on his ass cheeks to hold him in place and give myself better leverage. I continue with slow, steady movements over the next few minutes, gradually going deeper and pushing him teasingly closer to release, his hands gently resting on my head, fingers tangled in my hair encouragingly as I start to take him down my throat, looking at him with innocent eyes, my lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing shaft. With a final, slow push I take him fully inside my mouth, holding as my throat muscles contract around his dick, my tongue swirling over the hard flesh and prominent veins, my fingers teasing his balls.
I pull back until just the head is inside sliding my lips down again until they touch the light fuzz (he shaves) and soft skin of his crotch, holding again as he starts to quiver, his balls twitching. Again I pull off and take him all in, his movements jerky, his fingers gripping my hair in spasms.
“Charlotte,” he breathes as I pull back again, my lips revealing more of his pulsing cock until its almost entirely free of my wet prison. “One more like that and I’ll cum.”
“Feel free.” I tell him, sliding slowly all the way down, my doe eyes locking with his as he watches me. My lips press to his flesh, my throat rippling around him and pushing him to his release. He groans gutturally as his hips jerk, his seed spurting down my throat and I gulp it down, sucking hard to draw out every tiny drop and holding him in place by his ass. I let him lean on my shoulders until his breathing returns to normality, still sucking and licking the upper half of his manhood in my mouth.
Rising, I kiss him deeply again and slip his jacket off, quickly removing his tie and shirt in quick succession as he steps out of his trousers and underwear. I press my naked body to his, my hard nipples digging into his chest, his hairs tickling them and sending shivers through me, making me deepen the kiss further. Our lips part and he scoops me up, giggling (me), into his arms before placing me gently on the bed and climbing on, gazing at me in all my glory, his cock already starting to recover.
“You really are gorgeous.” He states with an appreciative tone, his free hand lightly caressing my curves, making me squirm and gasp. “In both body and mind.” With a sudden swiftness, he’s above me, leaning down to kiss me again before starting at my neck and working his way down to my breasts, his lips teasing my skin with little touches as he goes. He licks my entire right breast, his tip sweeping beneath to the often ignored flesh of its underside, his hand teasing my left with his fingertips matching his tongue precisely, my skin is covered in goosebumps as sparks of bliss travel over my body. Slowly working towards my nipple in long sweeps he caress every inch of my skin, his tip finally touches my hard nub making me gasp and writhe as his fingers lightly graze my other, his lips gently sucking it into his mouth as his fingers gently tease my left one, the sensation reminding me what it’s like to be desired rather than being a quick fix or an ego boost.
“Oh God!” I gasp, remembering what I used to feel when Andy did this to me, the memory heightening my pleasure and bringing light tears to my eyes. “Just like that! Make me feel wanted! Show me how badly you desire my body!” He does as asked, teasing and caressing in a way only a true lover would, my heart fluttering with a warm feeling beyond lust. He switches nipples, his fingers again matching his mouth and tongue until my pussy cries out to be touched, my hands pushing gently on his shoulders, conveying my need which he gladly responds to, kissing and licking his way to my dripping hole, his tip making light work of clearing my early juices.
“Your pussy is so pretty,” he kisses my outer labia gently, just the lightest of touches that still sends jolts of pleasure through me. “I could kiss these lips all day.” He states with a grin as he continues lightly touching his lips to mine over and over, only pausing to gently lap the juices leaking from my sopping womanhood and making me claw the sheets in ecstasy. “May I kiss you passionately?”
I almost lose it at that question, in a good way, his teasing making me crazy with desire and need. I nod, pleadingly, arching my back as he puts his mouth on my outer lips and kisses my drenched pussy as he would my cherry red lips, his tongue slipping inside as he French kisses my womanhood, sucking on my labia as his tongue seeks out an imaginary one inside my wetness.
“My... God!” I pant as he treats my sensitive hole as he would my mouth, passionately making out with my pussy, his tongue drawing my nectar into his mouth. “That... feels... uuuuuuuuuuuhn!... Amazing!” I writhe as my body starts to twitch and quiver, this entirely new sensation pushing me swiftly towards my first release. My fingers almost rip the sheets as my toes flex and curl, my breath becoming ragged and I start to flood his mouth as my orgasm presses towards me furiously, the convulsions becoming more frequent and violent, my mouth locked in a silent scream.
“AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!” I scream as my banks burst and my climax hits, he somehow manages to keep his lips clamped to my spasming pussy as my hips roll and sway, my legs jerking hard enough to break something if they came into contact with him. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!” I scream loud enough to alert the entire hotel, my chest thrusting towards the ceiling as I shake the bed with my violent convulsions and he kisses my nether regions until I finally start to come down. He moves up my body until we’re facing each other, his hips between mine and his cockhead throbbing against my clit, making me jerk with each hard pulse of his heartbeat through his flesh.
“Please,” I look at him hopefully, reaching down and rubbing his cock along my trembling slit, lubing it with my fluids before putting it to my entrance. “make love to me.” With one smooth thrust he enters me and buries himself to the hilt making me arch my back and wrap my arms and legs around his body, holding still as he enjoys the sensation of my sucking lips and quivering walls on his shaft, a light, almost shocked gasp escaping his mouth.
“You feel incredible!” he pants. “So much better than I imagined!” making me blush despite the divine feeling of his hardness stretching my walls so fully. With a nod from me he starts to move, steadily sliding his cock out until his head is inside before pushing it all the way in, making me gasp with each measured thrust, wrapping my arms and legs around him, a deep grunt from his throat accompanying his bottoming out inside me. The smooth, tender spreading of my velvet walls by his shaft heightens my excitement, a breathless pant escapes me as he fucks me... no, makes love to me with a deepness I haven’t felt in a long time, his grunts into my neck curiously electrifying, his lips pressing against my skin with each steady plunge inside my spasming womanhood. My second orgasm hits with an unexpected suddenness, my nails raking the flesh of his back as my legs lock and quiver around his waist, his dick sending a new wave of pleasure through me as he continues thrusting through my climax, my loud cries almost deafening.
With a sideways rock of my hips he gets the hint and rolls us over, letting me ride him with the same exquisite pace, his hands gripping my breasts and his thumbs stroking my hard nipples, as I slide myself along his shaft, rolling my hips and squeezing him with my muscles.
“You look angelic like this.” He breathes, gazing up at me as I stare deeply into his eyes, a bashful but dirty smile spreading on my lips as my wanton pussy sucks his cock inside me with each movement, the throb of his hardness matching the pulse of my walls, almost as if we were made for each other.
“Oh fuck! I’m getting close again already!” I pant, the short hairs around the base of his shaft tickling my clit and labia, adding yet more stimulation to drive me wild, my juices thickly coating his invading member, running between his thighs and balls to pool on the sheet. My third release sneaks upon me like a spy in the night, my body stiffening as my pussy clenches and squeezes his manhood, I see him grit his teeth as he holds off his own, kneading my firm mounds to help himself hold on.
As I lean down and kiss him he rolls us over again, taking charge an thrusting with a slightly (ever so) faster rhythm, chasing his own climax whilst determined to make me cum again. I pull on his hips with my thighs, encouraging him as I moan and squeal into his mouth, my fingers once again dragging my nails down his back and spurring him on. Having learnt my signals quickly, he speeds up when he feels my legs clamp around him and my walls start to play a symphony around his hard prick, my release imminent. The more I clamp and convulse on him the faster he goes, hitting his vinegar strokes as I start to convulse hard, nearing the precipice.
“Charlotte, may I?” he breathes into my ear, his strokes short but meaningful.
“Please.” I beg him breathlessly, a loud whine forming in my throat as he inches me closer and closer.
The whine loudly escapes my lips as I feel him stiffen, a loud groan accompanying his climax and triggering my own as he releases his seed within me, my arms and legs locking him in place until we’re both spent and he collapses on top of me, though careful not to crush me. When I finally relax and let go he half rolls us so we’re lay on our sides with him lay on the wet patch, facing me. We kiss through our afterglow, tender, light kisses until he pulls back slightly, smiling in a way that acknowledges our connection.
I know what some of you are thinking, “has she found love again?” and alas, dear reader, it’s no. Despite the obvious spark between us I’m still not ready for that level of commitment yet, though I will tell you (as I’m telling you this from the future) that it’s not the end of the story between Simon and I, we do reunite in the near future and even have more sexual encounters together but that’s for another chapter. For now we’re just two consenting adults who have shared their bodies and a special connection with one another, which is enough for me right now.
We spend quite a long time just chatting, kissing and caressing each other, the unspoken potential of a permanent union between us forefront in both our minds but we seem to have a mutual agreement of “not right now”, not that that puts a dampener on things. In fact, it increases our mutual respect that neither of us pushes for something that, although it would be great, wouldn’t last if we started it now, at the wrong time.
Unfortunately a call from reception to remind us that the final checkout time is only half an hour away ends our reverie somewhat prematurely. We dress in our normal clothes, heading down to reception arm in arm, much to the surprise of the remaining guests. After checking out I kiss him passionately before waving him off as his taxi pulls away, wishing that circumstances were different and things could have gone further, though I have to accept the truth and be content with what was rather than what could have been.
Already dreading the “Spanish Inquisition” from surviving members of the bridal party, I get in my car and drive them home.