“Fuck me,” she said.
He climbed onto her and speared her pussy, almost coming in excitement. “How did he come to soak your panties?”
She gasped at his thrusts. “He had laid me back and opened my blouse after I sucked him for a few moments.”
“He licked your boobs?”
“Mmm hmm. Then he moved up to kiss me. That's when I felt his erection hit my panties.”
He moaned, driving harder.
“He kept moving his hips and the head of his penis just pushed my panties inside along with it.”
“He got inside you?” He had to stop. He almost came.
“The head, I guess. The panties wouldn't stretch any more than that.” She clawed his back.
“Did you move your panties aside for him?”
“No...” She gasped harder. “But I wanted to. And then he came. I could feel it all.”
He couldn't hold back. With a loud groan of lust, he sank all the way in, pressing, and squirting his orgasm inside her.
She came with him, her pussy clamping, caught up in his pleasure.
Panting, he laid back by her side. “Do you love him?”
She raised her head, quick. “Love him? No.”
“Your kisses sure seem to say you do.”
She frowned at him. “You wanted me to kiss him.”
“I know, just saying you seem to be very passionate in your kissing with him.”
“I am, I suppose, but it's just something fun. I like kissing him. I like kissing you, too.”
“And the rubbing of your boobs and ass?”
She gave him a wicked smile. “It's nice having two handsome men pay so much attention to you.”
“So you don't want to call off the wedding?”
“Now you're being silly. I want to be Lisa Mason. I'll never give that up.”
He felt a little better. “Call off the dating?”
She giggled and shook her head no.
CHAPTER 9
Kurt watched her leave with Ian two days before their wedding. He felt the inexorable pull of the event, the dread, and the trepidation. He had been unable to convince her to call everything off on her own.
She had even discussed it with Ian and from what she said, Ian appeared to be giving her an unbiased view of how his clients might be negatively effected.
He finally realized it would come down to their wedding night. He had made her promise not to have sex with Ian. She seemed horrified that he thought she had so little control.
“I'm all yours,” she had said.
But weren't handjobs and blowjobs sex? If Ian had worked the head of his cock into her pussy, though stopped by panties, wasn't that sex?
The thought of Ian's cock gaining entrance to Lisa's pussy made him rub his cock through his pants. Kurt had made her wear panties again. Would they come back soaked with Ian's sperm again? Unable to stop himself, he pulled out his cock and started masturbating, fast and hard. Would Ian touch his cock to her panties again?
His wait didn't last the whole three hours. He heard her key in the door with an hour to spare.
Lisa entered the house first, before he could reach the door. She had a look on her face that could have ignited water with lust and set it aflame at twenty paces. She walked right up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a very hot and wet kiss.
Kurt was surprised, but responded to her passion with his own. With his love and earnest desires for their happiness. He smelled the scotch on her; she was a little tipsy.
She broke the kiss and whispered to him, “I sucked him off. He came in my mouth and I swallowed it all.”
Ack, and I just kissed that?
She reached down and stroked his hardness. She whispered again, “I'm going to need to be fucked, my love. Let me get rid of him first.”
He was still speechless over the kiss. He watched her stroll back to Ian who was waiting at the door. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed Ian as passionately as she had him.
Ian twisted her around and put her back up against the door. His hand reached down and lifted her tiny skirt. She was not wearing panties.
What? I told her to wear... She had taken them off, then.
Ian's finger dipped up into Lisa's hole. She lifted her leg to allow him better access and moaned with lust.
Kurt watched, stunned, fascinated, and entranced as his boss's fingers fucked his bride-to-be's pussy. His cock leaped to hardness while his insides fluttered in panic.
Lisa moaned, her mouth locked with Ian's. She humped her hips to the fingering.
Ian finally broke the kiss. He looked back towards Kurt. His fingers still fucked Lisa's pussy. “You're a lucky man, Kurt.” He made a show of what he was doing, and then withdrew his fingers. Giving Lisa one last sloppy kiss, he told them he would see them Sunday for the wedding.
Lisa advanced on him like a tiger. “Take me to the bedroom and fuck my brains out.”
“Where are your panties?” he said as they undressed in the bedroom.
“Oh, in my purse. They were in the way.”
His cock jumped to full erection again. “In the way?”
She pushed him down to lay flat and climbed over him. “I was straddling him, like this, rubbing myself up and down his shaft. He is a little bit bigger than you, in length. Not as thick, though.” She rubbed her very wet pussy up and down the bottom of his shaft as she faced him.
“You were doing this to him?” His eyes felt big. His cock throbbed. His heart beat faster.
She ran her pussy up and down his shaft until both were slick with juices. His own cock began oozing very copious amounts of pre-cum. She whispered, “Yes, just like this.”
He gazed in awe at her pussy lips, split wide open, her hole rubbing up and down his shaft.
“Yes,” she whispered again. “Just like this. He was oozing just like you are. Can you feel his juices all over my pussy?”
He groaned, his cock twitching dangerously. He began panting. “Did you fuck him?” His skin went cold as he said it, dreading the answer, but wanting to know. Wanting to hear it from her before finding out later.
She leaned up higher and placed his cock at her entrance. She looked him deep in the eyes and began sinking down on his shaft. “You want to know if I fucked him?”
“Yes.” His pants were almost feverish.
She sank all the way down and then began riding him hard, fast, slamming her pussy down on his cock. “You want to know if I fucked him, like this?”
His body began tingling, building its orgasm. He groaned.
“No, I did not,” she said. “But if he had not pushed me away and asked for a blowjob and we had stayed another hour, I might have.”
He exploded, hard, sperm racing out of his fat shaft into her very hot pussy. So, he thought as his orgasm subsided, my boss kept his word after all.
Lisa bucked above him, driving herself to orgasm on his still stiff but spent cock. As she collapsed onto his heaving chest, she whispered. “Might have. I think I would have.”
* * *
The ceremony was white with black tuxes everywhere. Family and friends congratulated Kurt and told him how beautiful Lisa was and how handsome he was.
“If you weren't engaged,” one aunt had told him, “I know of a wonderful girl--”
“Auntie,” Kurt said. He frowned at her. “Not today. Not ever.”
Aunt Trudie made an oh with her mouth and nodded as if embarrassed.
The organ played softly in the background as he waited for Lisa to come out. Ian stood next to him, as polite as could be. He even seemed to have a spark of the friendliness back.
It will have to end. This is our wedding day. Lisa will be furious when she finds out my boss has made this kind of deal.
At a signal unseen, the organ began stuttering and then breaking into the traditional announcement. The pastor, waiting patiently, gave Kurt a look.
Kurt turned, seeing a vision of pure loveliness standing
on her father's arm. They approached slowly, her eyes on him the whole way. She glanced once at Ian, and then back to him. He saw there, under that white veil, a look of happiness, nerves, hope, and love. She reserved that look for him.
He felt dizzy, happy, and wanted to kiss her before the ceremony even began.
“Dearly beloved...” the pastor began.
Kurt heard little of it. He was gazing at her, a stupid smile on his face. He had what he wanted. He had Lisa for his wife.
“You can kiss the bride now.” The pastor's look said it better not be salacious.
Kurt gave her the most voracious kiss he could. And she responded to him, melting in his arms. When he broke away, tears leaked from her eyes over a smile that said those wet streaks were pure joy.
They had rice thrown at them and whistles and cheers from relatives who didn't know how troubled he was under that aura of happiness. He was happy, indeed. But he was troubled.
Ian climbed into the limo with them and sat facing them. His smile was not malicious. He seemed genuinely pleased at their marriage.
“Uh,” Kurt said.
Ian winked.
I can still escape all this at the hotel. Lisa will never go for it. Not on our wedding day, sober, and not having rubbed her pussy on him for an hour. She will embarrass him.
The hotel drive didn't last very long, but Ian took the time to congratulate them both. “Now that you're married and present some stability, I think we might begin to throw some charities your way.”
Kurt was stunned. Had Ian set all this up to make him think he was going to fuck Lisa on their wedding day when all he really wanted was to present him with a gift of venturing into charities?
Lisa squeezed his arm.
Was my wife in on it? He felt numb. All my worries for nothing? All those fears? Were they nothing? He felt like a total ass.
Their arrival was simple. He checked them into the prepaid room. Ian followed them up.
Settling their luggage, Kurt shook Ian's hand. “Thank you. For everything. The job, the raise. The charities. Thank you.”
Ian clapped his shoulder. “You're a good man and I feel honored having you as an employee.”
Kurt felt relieved, but suddenly dizzy and a little sweaty around the neck. “Excuse me, I need to wash a little.” He shut the bathroom door and ran cool water over his face and neck. Realizing he really had to go, he used the toilet.
He felt so relieved he wanted to pass out. He was light-headed with love for Lisa, relief at Ian's intentions, and happiness at their future.
He washed again, wetting his hair down to cool off. Tomorrow would be the plane ride to Florida and a beautiful resort on the beach. Their honeymoon was deliberately light on the planned events and he wanted to spend as much time holding and hugging and making love to Lisa as possible.
Kurt opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out into his nightmare.
The hum of the air conditioning was the only sound that greeted him.
Lisa was kneeling down behind Ian. His pants were down and she was reaching around, her face level with his cock from the side, as she stroked that long erection.
He's bigger than me. And her hand is on it. “Uh...” Kurt tried to say something.
“There he is,” said Ian. His smile said he was pleased he was joining them.
Lisa glanced up at him and gave him a bright smile full of love and happiness. Her hand milked that long shaft as she looked into his eyes. She had only bothered to remove the white glove from her one hand.
Ian's eyes closed and he moved his hips to her stroking.
Kurt swallowed and found his voice. “This shouldn't be happening.”
Ian gave him a smile, friendly still. “We had a deal.”
“But this is our wedding day, not yours.”
Lisa was watching both, still stroking Ian's cock.
“I've given you all I could,” his boss said. “It's time you step up and keep our part of the bargain.”
Panic flooded him. He looked at Lisa. “Did you know that he intends to fuck you? He wants to be the first in your pussy.”
She stopped stroking, frowning.
A ha! You're sunk now, Ian.
Then she resumed milking his cock, though slower. “He told me about the deal you had.”
He had? What?
She looked back at Ian's cock. Her stroking sped up. “I was mad at first--”
“At first?” He was incredulous.
“Yes, I was mad at you--”
“At me?”
“You never thought to tell me about this deal?”
I did think about it!
“You played me to him constantly, thinking you could handle everything on your own?”
“But--”
“I think if you had been up front with me when Ian made his deal, I would have turned the whole thing down and stopped everything.”
Ian stopped her and pulled her up, wrapping her in a hug. His cock jutted into her wedding gown. He looked at Kurt. “I will hold my end of the bargain. No more after today. No more dates or events. You can keep your job, your raise, and the charities we begin to give you. I may have been angry, but I still think of you as my friend. I mean that.”
By his tone, Kurt knew that Ian did.
Ian kissed Kurt's new bride.
His new bride stroked his boss's long shaft.
“Lisa...”
She broke the kiss and looked over at him, care in her eyes. She broke their hug and came over to him. “Kurt, my love. I have wrestled with this for a week. I had intended to say no to the deal, but now I think this is something I want.”
He gaped at her. “You want him to fuck you? On our wedding day?”
She rubbed her hand down his soft shaft through his tuxedo pants. “I think that maybe I do.”
“But...”
“This is something I want now, Kurt. I'm not just a pawn between you two. I want this now.”
“But--”
She leaned up to his ear, still rubbing his crotch. “I want him to fuck me. I want his cock in me. Even if only this once.”
The nightmare had turned into full-blown hell. He had counted on Lisa putting the final veto on everything and them moving on with their lives. But now she wanted to feel Ian's shaft in her. He felt sick.
She kissed him, tenderly, then moved back to Ian.
Kurt glared, but Ian did not offer the expected smug look filled with challenge and victory. Instead, he was smiling kindly at Lisa, if tinged with hunger.
His new bride lifted her wedding dress for his boss. She showed him her panties. He moved forward, sliding his erection between her legs. She dropped her dress and slid her panty-covered pussy back and forth along his shaft.
The phone rang.
Kurt looked at it as if it had grown horns. “Hello?”
“Hi there, you two!” It was Lisa's mother.
“Oh, hi Theresa.”
“I just wanted to wish you two a happy honeymoon--”
He looked over his shoulder. Lisa was frantically humping her pussy along Ian's hidden shaft. “Oh uh...”
“Is she available?”
Lisa's head was thrown back. Ian's butt was flexing as he slid his shaft along her panties.
“I don't think so...”
Lisa reached down between them and started fussing with her dress and panties. She was trying to move the panties aside.
“Oh! I'm sorry. No worries. Just tell her we all love her and we're so happy.”
“Okay, mom.”
Lisa moaned.
He looked as he hung up. She was holding her panties to the side. Ian's cock was rubbing her pussy lips back and forth. Their mouths were locked. His bride was kissing his boss.
“Hasn't this gone too far?” He said. It came out in a croak.
Lisa broke their embrace and came over to him. She began undoing his pants.
“What are you doing?”
She smiled up at him with that smoky sex look
. “I want you to join me.”
“But--”
“I want you with me. We're married now.”
He grunted in exasperation, but she undressed him so that he was standing only in his boxers. Then she yanked them down. Gripping his cock, she gave it two long sucks.
It felt good. But behind her, Ian was undressing as well.
Lisa stroked him, looking up into his eyes with the most incredible love he had ever seen from her. “Help me, my husband, get out of my wedding dress.”
He was panting, part in panic, a lot in lust. “So he can fuck you?”
She kept stroking him. He was fully erect. “Yes, undress me so your boss can fuck me.”
“Are you sure--”
“I want his cock in me.” She stood and turned, offering her back.
He unzipped her with shaking hands. She stepped out of the falling dress. She was wearing a bustier and panties and garters with stockings. All bridal white. She bent down and unhooked her garters. She was so beautiful leaned over doing something so normal. But he knew she was unhooking them so she could remove her panties. For Ian. For his boss.
He grew hard, throbbing. He fidgeted.
“Sit back on the bed,” Ian said to him. “So she can sit against you.”
“I...”
“Go on.” Ian nodded gently.
Kurt got on the bed and sat with his back against the headboard. He felt his heart racing. Is there any way to stop this?
Lisa knelt in front of his boss and took his cock into her mouth.
Kurt moaned low before he could stop himself. It looked so amazingly sexy to see his new wife's mouth on another man's dick. Her lips, done with bright red lipstick, glided along Ian's smooth shaft. He really did have a very nice looking dick. As if that makes this any better.
She couldn't get it all in her mouth, he was too long. She couldn't get Kurt all in her mouth either. Ian's cock looked to be maybe two inches longer than his. But Lisa had been right, it wasn't as fat as Kurt's. That lent it a sleek look and made it look longer than it was.
He laughed, pushing her away slowly. “You're really very good at that.”
She climbed onto the bed, panties removed, and laid back on Kurt's chest.
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