I hadn’t gotten any D in like, FOREVER, so when I was invited to my friend’s wedding (single girls nightmare! lol) I knew I had to look FINE so I could maybe score me a man there, if just for the night.
Cuz seriously, I needed DICK. In my pussy, in my mouth. All of it.
And so I got the sluttiest dress for my friend’s wedding to show alotta leg and make my titties pop out like whoa, cuz I needed attention too, even if it wasn’t MY big day! And I hate to say that I actually one-upped the bride, because all the guys (including the groom, at a few points!) were staring at me in my low-cut dress. The second they did their toast and the champagne bottles started flying open before I knew it I was a bottle deep. By myself. I went up to the table to get a piece of cake when I felt someone standing behind me. Before I could even turn around his breath was on my neck, making my neck hairs stand up. I got goosebumps all over my body from it.
“Excuse me,” a man said, when we both reached for the knife.
I was going to cut a piece of cake when his hand brushed against mine. I looked up into his eyes. They were a cold, piercing blue, and the rest of him…let’s just say he was a very nice-looking man.
“I’m sorry,” I said, leaning forward to grab a plate, making SURE my cleavage was on display.
I looked up at him again. It was sex eyes all the way. Then he did something– he gave me this weird, sexy look, sort of motioning with his head, and I understood. He wanted me to follow him into the house.
Without a word, I left my plate on the table outside under the tents and followed him into the main house. Just inside the door, he pushed me up against a wall and kissed me. And I mean DEEPLY– thrusting his tongue into me like he’d wanted me for years…even though we’d JUST met! Then he stopped, looked around nervously, and put his finger to his lips in a “shhhhhh” motion, and then grinned naughtily and grabbed my hand and we walked down the hall, trying doorknobs, but they were all locked. We finally found a door that wasn’t fully closed, and we peeked our heads in. It was a bedroom, and it was empty. SCORE!!!
We retreated inside and he locked the handle, then kissed me and pushed me back on the bed. My dress was pretty elaborate but he was able to free my tits out the top of it without undoing the whole thing, and sucked on my nipples like he was getting ambrosia from them! My god, this dude was really hot! Then he got down on his knees on the floor at the foot of the bed and his head disappeared under my dress.
I felt my panties yanked aside, and his tongue entered me.
My eyes rolled back and my shoulders went limp as I sunk into the bed, feeling only pleasure as he licked me.
“Yes…YESSSSSS” I moaned, weaving my hands in his thick, dark hair, pulling his face into me, wanting more of him.
“When I saw you walking around” he paused eating me to say “I could tell you’re a whore who needs a good fuck. That true?”
“YES” I said, “it’s true.”
“My wife is out there– do you want me to FUCK YOU with her just outside? Does that turn you on, you little slut? MAKING ME cheat like this, with this gorgeous pussy?”
“YES!” I told him, cuz it was oh-so-true.
He stood up and unzipped his pants, and pulled a nice, fat cock out of them.
“Is THIS what you want?”
I couldn’t lie” “YES”.
“Then come and get it” he said, standing at the edge of the bed, holding it out for me to suck.
I crawled over and opened my mouth- his cock disappeared down it.
Now it was HIS turn to go “YES, YES, YES!” as I sucked him good.
I blew him for about 4-5 mins and his cock was dripping wet with my spit and he said “get on your knees”. I did.
He threw my dress up and pulled my panties down. I felt the head of his cock against my pussy lips, waiting to enter.
“You little whore,” he said, sliding his cock into me slowly, “look what you’re making me do.”
I dug this little game he was playing! If he *needed* to feel seduced by ME and not the other way around, so be it. Actually, I WAS getting extra turned on at the idea of the whole thing– the idea that he HAD a wife, a woman, just outside…but that he still WANTED ME right then. That he was willing to risk that relationship to fuck ME made me feel amazing. And that cock– SUCH a nice cock! I arched myself back onto it, impaling myself on it.
He pumped harder, faster, bouncing me back onto that dick while my knees dug into the bed. I reached down and started massaging my clit as his cock pounded me harder and harder. I came first and he then I could tell he was gonna too.
So right when he pulled it out I reached over and grabbed a handful of tissues from a box, cupping the head of his spurting cock just in time to not soil my dress, his pants, or the darn bedspread of whoevers bed it was!
Then I pulled my panties back up, straighten my dress, and double-checked my hair as he was zipping his shit back up.
“You go first” I told him, figuring his wife MUST be wondering where he was by then.
So he did. And he didn’t say A WORD, but just gave me wink as he left the room. I waited another 3 mins maybe, checked myself in the mirror one last time, and then went back to the party. Dude…I don’t even know if he’s friends of the groom or MY friend the bride, but whatever! It was fun and I’d totally do it again, given the chance. What his wife doesn’t know can’t ever hurt her, right?!