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Natalie

They were all so gorgeous.

Beautiful. Stunning. Impressive.

I was in heaven. Everywhere I looked in Purely White Wedding Boutique, I spotted another gorgeous bridal gown that I wanted to wear on the day I married the Mind Controller. I wanted to have a perfect wedding with the Man. It would be so wonderful to walk up the aisle dressed all in white.

I had to find a dress that showed off my bosom. That was a must. But I also wanted a train. I wanted a dress that was so impractical to wear and look beautiful in it. I rubbed my hands together, this excitement rushing through me.

“This one is gorgeous,” said the maid. I didn’t remember her real name. She was just the maid, her identity whipped away the day that the Man had rehabilitated her from being a complete bitch. She’d thrown an utter fit because they were out of her favorite fish at a restaurant. The Man and I had been enjoying such a wonderful time.

She had spent the rest of the day licking clean the cooks’ hands to show her appreciation. She sucked all the grease and dirt off of them when they weren’t fucking her cunts. She had shown herself such an enthusiastic cleaner, we brought her home with us.

“Look at the train on this one, Mistress Natalie,” she said with all the love and devotion that her mind-control demanded that she show. She was deep under the Man’s powers. “Isn’t this gorgeous?”

“Yes, it is, maid,” I said. She wore a French maid’s outfit with a puffy skirt so short she flashed her asscheeks and shaved twat when she bent over. It was also so low-cut her big, fake tits—done by the same doctor who did mine—threaten to burst out. “That’s just lovely.”

I suppose I should be doing this with my sister, but she was busy whoring herself out to support our parents. Mom and Dad were happily reunited and eager to fly out for the wedding. They had my bratty, little sister working overtime to pay for it.

“She’ll be hoing on the plane,” Daddy had told me just two days ago. “We’ll be selling her cunt to all the passengers. Maybe we should just stick her in the lavatory so they can piss in her mouth before they fuck her cunt.”

“But look at the bodice,” I said to the maid, studying at the dress. “Is that low-cut enough?”

“Hmm,” the maid said. “You might be right, Mistress Natalie. We have to show off your boobs for Master. He wants to see them displayed.”

“I’m sure he does,” said a young woman. “Hi, I’m Sarah, Hannah’s daughter. I can help you until she’s down helping another bride in the back.”

“Thank you,” I told the sweet girl. She looked my age, nineteen or twenty. It was so nice of her to help her mother out. “I need a dress that my tits are almost falling out of. The Man has to see them.”

“Maybe with a light veil draped over them,” added the maid.

“Ooh, that’s a good idea.”

“Thank you, Mistress Natalie. I am honored my idea pleased you. It makes my pussy so wet.”
Sarah didn’t blink an eye at any of the maid’s words. She accepted that a woman in a slutty French maid outfit would say those words to me because that was how amazing the Man’s mind-control powers were. People just accepted how those under his thrall acted.

“We might have to tailor one,” she said. “But my mother is amazing. We can get you a dress to do that. It’s not something that most designers go for, so I’m not sure you’ll find an unaltered one.”

“That’s wonderful. “I’m so glad—”

“This is all wrong!” screeched from the back. “What did you do to my dress! It was perfect, now it’s too tight in the waist. You’re ruining my WEDDING!”

I winced at that last word. It was such a high-pitched screeched. My ears rang from it. Sarah shot me an apologetic look. She rubbed her hands together. It was clear the poor thing didn’t know what to do.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “It’s the bride that my mother’s helping. She, uh…”

“Is going Bridezilla on your mother?” I asked.

“I didn’t say that,” Sarah quickly said. It was clear she was trying to be diplomatic. The girl had character. I approved. So many women were bitches and cunts who thought they could get away with their terrible behavior. Society was too eager to give women a pass on the shit they pulled.

I marched to the back.

“No, I don’t care that you can adjust it!” screeched the Bridezilla. “Right, Mom! It’s supposed to be perfect! PERFECT!”

“That’s right,” another woman said, her voice was equally as nasally and shrill. “My husband is paying you good money do to your job right, not to make it so my daughter doesn’t fit in her own dress. Do you know who she is.”

“I am aware,” a patient voice said. “It’s fine. It’s been a month since you’re fitting. I’ll just take some new measurements—”

“NEW MEASUREMENTS!” shrieked the Bridezilla.

I pulled aside the curtain and peered into the back. There was a woman in a bridal gown on a pedestal. She was a few years older than me, her bleached-blonde hair falling around her pale face. She stood stiffly like the dress fit her too tight. It was a sleek gown, cupping her round face. Her cheeks were red.

“Are you saying it’s MY fault that I can’t fit into my wedding dress?”

“I didn’t say that, Rachel,” said the seamstress. She was a motherly woman in a loose, black skirt and a red blouse. She had a cloth tape measure dangling from her neck like a priest’s stole. Her brown hair was gathered up in a bun. “We just need to find out your current measurements, then I’ll make a few alterations. Your dress will be ready—”

“CURRENT!” screeched the girl. She glanced at an older woman in a lilac pantsuit and white blouse. The woman had brown hair cut short and curled at the bottom. She had a rather pronounced nose. “Mother, she’s saying I’m FAT!”

“My daughter is not fat!” The mother planted hands on her hips and glared at the seamstress. “I do not like what you’re insinuating. Look at her. She’s perfect.”

“She may have gained a few pounds, Mrs. Goldberg,” the seamstress said, holding up her hands in annoyance. “It happens. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” The seamstress gave a self-deprecating laugh. “I know I could stand to lose a few pounds.”

“More like twenty,” muttered the last person in the room.

There, leaning against the wall, was a girl of eighteen. Slender, her hair the same shade for brown. She was clearly the bride’s little sister, their faces almost identical. She wore tight blue jeans and a crop top. She stared down at her phone.

“Right,” hissed the bride. “You mess up my dress, and then think I AM fat because you can’t control your own diet! This is ridiculous. Why are we even frequenting this shop.”

“She did your cousin’s dress,” said Mrs. Goldberg. “And your aunt. She did my cousin’s daughter. And she did Mrs. Grossman’s two daughters’ dresses.”

“And all of them were satisfied,” said the seamstress. “I must have written the numbers down wrong. I’m sorry for implying that you’re fat.”

“You should be stuffed into that dress like a lump of potatoes,” muttered the bride.

Anger seethed in me. “Maid, call the Man. He has a bride, her mother, and her sister to punish.”

“Yes, Mistress Natalie,” said the maid.

“Punish?” squeaked Sarah. “What does that mean.”

“That things will be perfect,” I said, turning to the girl. “Don’t you worry. Your mother is a good woman. She’s going to be rewarded. And so are you.” I cupped the girl’s chin and smiled at her.

Her cheeks blushed. She swallowed and stepped back.

“Master,” the maid said into her phone, “your bride requests that you come to the boutique. There are some bitches who need to learn their places. Yes, Master, just like I had to. I know you’ll straighten them out. You’ll save them like you saved me.”

I smiled. The Man had saved the maid and all those other bitches from their terrible lives of selfish disregard for others. Now they had learned to be good members of society. They had found their place and fit in without breaking others in the process.

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I strode into Purely White Wedding Boutique, my eyes flashing across all the gowns. Natalie wanted her wedding dress to be a surprise to me. I was more than willing to let her have that desire. Our wedding had to be perfect.

She deserved perfection.

I found her at the back of the store peering through a curtain. I could hear the shouting coming back from there. A shrill woman was berating someone. Being a complete Bridezilla bitch. I smiled, my dick throbbing.

“Master,” the Maid said and curtsied low, lifting up her skirts to flash her shaved pussy in the process. When she bowed low, her tits swung before her, barely contained by the low-cut bodice.

“Sir!” Natalie’s face lit up at the sight of me. Her green eyes sparkled. She rubbed her hands together, her hips wiggling from side to side. “You hear her. She’s in there with her mother and sister. The sister’s not terrible, but she’s still joining in from time to time.”

“You will have this done tomorrow!” the Bridezilla snapped. “TOMORROW!”

I winced at the volume. “Fuck me, listening to her is like nails on a chalkboard. How has no one strangled her.”

“She’s rich,” Natalie said. “Or her daddy is.”

“Well, I’ll take care of this,” I said and boldly stepped into the backroom.

“Tomorrow!” the bride hissed at the seamstress. “You will have it ready and fitting perfectly. If it’s not, I’m telling Daddy to not pay you all that he owes you.”

The motherly woman’s face flushed with annoyance then she swallowed it. “My dress will fit perfectly.”

“That’s what you said the first time,” the bride hissed. “This has to be PERFECT!”

“Shouldn’t have gained five pounds,” the sister said.

“What was that?” the bride snapped.

“Esther, don’t speak like that to your sister,” the mother said. “But my daughter’s right, Mrs. Sachburg. If the dress doesn’t fit perfectly my husband won’t pay full price. Do you understand me.”

“I understand you,” I said, my voice pleasant and even as I stepped inside.

All four snapped their gazes to me. The seamstress swallowed. “I’m so sorry, sir, I’m with customers. If you could wait out there.”

“It’s okay for me to be here,” I said, giving her a smile. “Relax, relax. Don’t be stressed out that these harpies are trying to weasel out of paying because Bridezilla here’s got a chunky ass.”

“CHUNKY ASS!” screeched the bitch. She planted her hands on her hips while the sister sniggered in the background. Huffing, Bridezilla gasped, “Mother!”

“How dare you march in here and speak to my daughter that way,” the mother said. She marched around in her pantsuit like she was Hillary Clinton.

“I’m talking to your daughter. Be quiet until it’s your turn to speak, Mrs. Bitch,” I said.

She snapped her jaw shot even as the bride hissed in a breath. Fury gleamed in the woman’s eyes. On the dais, she had maybe an inch over me. She tried to loom, her round tits rising and falling in her tight bodice.

“You put on a few pounds, didn’t you?” I told her.

“Yes!” she hissed. “And that’s rude of you to say that. What sort of asshole are you to barge in here and say I have a fat ass?”

“Chunky ass,” the sister said, smirking.

“Quite, Esther!” snapped Bridezilla.

“So if you got a fat ass, why are you getting mad at the seamstress?” I asked, keeping my voice even. I wanted this woman to dig her a whole. I had ideas kindling in my mind.

“Because I don’t get fat!” snapped the woman. “I would never do that and ruin my figure. I am hot. Look at me. My fiance worships the ground I walk on. He’s so lucky to have me. He grovels at my feet.”

“Let me guess; he works on Wall Street?”

“Yes!” she said.

“And you want to look hot for the guys you’re banging on the side.”

“Of course.” A shiver ran through him. “Have you seen what my fiance looks like. Barf. But his checking account.” She shuddered, this look of ecstasy spilling across her face. “Now that’s amazing.”

“So you’re a gold-digging whore and a Bridezilla.” I smiled. “Well, I am here to solve all your problems. I’ll make sure you fit in that dress.”

“You will?” she asked. “All my problems? You can find a husband with money and who doesn’t look like an extra from the Trolls movie?”

“No, no, I can help you sweat off those pounds,” I said. “Let’s get that fat ass nice and tight. Get out of that dress. You’re not worthy of it. A whore can’t wear white. You’re too filthy for it. But we’ll fix that.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I don’t want to be too filthy to wear white,” she said. “Mother, help me get out of this. You, too, Esther.”

“You can kiss my butt,” said Esther.

“Later, later,” I said, glancing at her. She had to be adjusted, too. And so did the mother. It was clear the gold-digging bitch getting married learned it all from mother dearest. I’d get this entire family straightened out.

First, the bride.

I watched as the mother and Mrs. Sachburg helped take off the wedding dress. They undid these fine, little buttons and then it slid off of her torso. Her breasts spilled out naked. She clapped a hand over them. Then she studied me.

“You dress really well,” she said. “Is that a Savile Row suit you’re wearing?”

“Yes, it is?” I said. “I don’t like wearing one of my Armani when I could get it dirty disciplining a whore like you.”

“Mmm, Armani suits…” A shiver ran through her. “Are you single.”

“Engaged.”

“And?” Her hands fell away from her breasts. “Are her tits as good as these. Look at them. Nice and natural. Just so delicious. You’re here to give me everything, right. Mmm, you’re handsome and rich. I want you.”

“You can’t have him, bitch!” hissed Natalie. She burst into the room and marched up in a green sheath dress. She ripped down the front and her big boobs spilled out. “These are the tits you’re up against.”

“Mine are natural,” the bride said, squeezing her breasts as her mother and the seamstress froze in pulling down the skirt.

“You really don’t get this, do you?” I told the bride. “Why would I want to marry a filthy, dirty, disgusting, gold-digging cunt when I could have Natalie’s perfection.”

“Because I’m hotter than her.”

I burst into laughter. Rich, booming mirth that rumbled out of me. The sultry look on the bride’s face faltered. Her hands squeezing her tits then slid over to cover her nipples again, hiding those pink nubs. She squirmed, looking embarrassed.

“I am hotter than her,” Bridezilla muttered.

“Eh,” Esther said. “I bet her ass isn’t as fat.”

“I don’t have a fat ass, you little cunt!” hissed the bride. She whirled around, a white thong vanishing between her butt-cheeks.

I smacked her rump. It jiggled. “You got some fat back there. But that’s okay, we’re going to sweat it away. Drop that thong and follow me. Mrs. Bitch and Little Cunt, stay here.” I paused. “You’re the little cunt, Esther.”

“I am?” she asked then shrugged.

Oh, yes, she needed some adjustment, too. Had I reached her in time? I’d find out.

The bride shoved down her thong. The seamstress just looked bemused. Then the bride turned around, her round tits jiggling. She had a landing strip of brown hair leading to her shaved pussy, her lips thick. She had even started to get aroused.

“Does being called a disgusting, filthy, naughty, gold-digging whore turn you on?” I asked her as she stepped off the dais.

“No,” she said. “I mean, not really.”

“It does now, you filthy, dumb cunt,” I said. “Get that gold-digging ass out on the sidewalk.”

She shuddered and I knew she was getting wet now.

I took off my jacket and handed it to the maid. She took it with delight. I undid my cufflinks as I followed the bride’s swaying rump through the store. It had a nice jiggle to it. My dick was throbbing hard.

Natalie strutted at my side as I undid my shirt and pulled it off. The maid took that, too. I could see the smile on my fiancee’s face. She was so eager for that bitch out there to get punished. I had to admire her delight. It was something delicious.

My cock was at full mast when the bride pushed through the door and stepped naked onto the bustling sidewalk. She blushed now as people saw her. She struggled to hide her nudity, one hand over her pussy, the other covering her tits.

“Ashamed that they’re seeing that fat ass?” I asked and smacked her on the rump.

She bucked at the stinging impact. She whirled to face me and backed up, pressing into a tree planted in the sidewalk. It rustled over her. She bit her lip and then nodded her head. Her cheeks were scarlet while pussy cream ran down her thigh.

“So, why haven’t you sweated off those pounds?” I asked.

“It was just a few,” she muttered. “It’s been stressful. I have to get everything ready for my dream wedding, and I almost got caught fucking this hot stud by my fiancee. I can’t let him get suspicious.”

“Yes, finding out you’re a gold-digging slut after his money would blunt a man’s desire to marry you,” I said. “But don’t worry, we’re going to fix you. First, we got to sweat off those pounds. It’s cardio time.” I undid my belt and then unzipped my pants. “We’re going get you down to your wedding weight. You’re going to maintain it, too.”

“I will,” she moaned.

“Pull those hands away,” I snapped. “Let everyone see that your body. It’s not perfect, is it?”

“No,” she said, her cheeks red now. She pulled her arms away and then stepped from the tree. Men were staring at her as they passed, grinning at her plump tits and the curves to her hips. She swallowed, trembling. “They’re all seeing me. Please, let me cover up.”

“Nope.” I shoved down my pants and boxers. My cock popped out.

She stared at my dick with interest. “You sure you want to marry her. Once I get my body perfect, sweat off those pounds, you could have me.”

“You love your fiance,” I told her. “You love him so much that you feel terrible every time you cheat on him. It makes you feel like the most disgusting, filthy, foul woman on the planet. You don’t ever want to hurt him, but you’re such a fucking sow with a wet cunt, that you can’t help it. So, are you ever going to cheat on him?”

“I won’t,” she gasped. “I love him. He’s an amazing man. I won’t ever betray him again and…” She gasped in shock. “I fucked his father. His best friend. His two cousins both double-fucked me the other day. Why would I do that? What sort of terrible person am I?”

Tears sprang from her eyes. They spilled down her cheeks. Natalie let out a throaty moan of delight. She loved it when bitches cry. She had already stripped naked and had the maid eating at her cunt, devouring her hot pussy.

“Oh, god, I can’t believe this,” she moaned. “If he ever found out that I’m such a nasty, disgusting whore, he’ll hate me. I can’t have that.” Tears spilled down her cheeks. She shuddered, her tits heaving.

“You are a disgusting, cheating whore,” I said. “As much as you love your husband, you want cock. Big cocks. Like mine.” I sank down onto the sidewalk. “And to burn off the weight, you can only do one type of exercising: cheating on the man you love with the biggest dicks you can find.”

“No,” she whimpered, staring down at my cock. “Why am I so weak. I… I…”

“Need to lose that weight for your husband,” I said. “How do you lose weight?”

“B-by being a cheating whore,” she moaned. “I’m sorry, David.”

She straddled me, her hand grabbing my cock. Her round tits heaved before me. She stroked me with her warm hand and then held my dick straight up. She nuzzled the tip of my cock into her pussy. Her hot, shaved flesh rubbed over me.

“I don’t want to do this,” she sobbed, her face twisting in anguish. “But… but… I have to lose weight.”

She impaled he cheating cunt down my dick.

I groaned as her hot flesh engulfed me. Gold-digging cunt caressed my shaft. The silky friction sent pleasure rushing through me. I groaned, a big smile crossing my lips as I enjoyed every second of that wonderful snatch engulfing me.

The pleasure rushed through my body. It was incredible to enjoy. My dick throbbed in her cunt. Her pussy clenched down around me. She undulated her hips in circles, stirring her cunt around my aching cock.

“Oh, god, why does this have to feel so good?” she moaned as she lifted herself up. More tears spilled down her cheeks. “I’m such a slut. A whore. David deserves better than me.”

“Yes, he does,” Natalie hissed. “Ooh, ride that cock. Ride my Man’s dick and sweat off those pounds, you cheating sow! Tighten that whore-ass up!”

“I am a whore!” she whimpered. “A disgusting, gold-digging whore. Oh, my god, it feels so good! Your cock is so much better than David’s. I’m such a filthy slut!”

Her pussy worked up and down my cock. Her breasts bounced with their round perfection. I groaned, savoring that pleasure sliding up and down my big dick. Her pussy clenched tight about me. The pressure swelled and swelled. I squirmed on my back, the bliss rushing through me. It was incredible to enjoy.

My hands grabbed her tits. Her cunt squeezed about my cock. She worked that juicy pussy up and down my dick. She slammed my cunt down hard my shaft and then slid her twat back up me. Her moans echoed over me. It was such an incredible delight to enjoy.

“Oh, god, why does it feel so good!” she moaned. “Why can’t it feel better with David.”

“Because your a whore who needs to sweat off those pounds,” moaned Natalie, grinding her cunt on the maid’s face. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah,” a watching guy said. He stared at those round tits heaving.

“When you’re trying to lose weight, you need to get a good diet of protein,” I said. “Best protein comes out of a cock, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, god, I’m such a filthy whore. I never blow David, but I’ll blow you. I need that protein injection.”

“Tell him why?” I groaned, her cunt slamming down my dick.

“Because I’m such a dirty slut who gained five pounds I have to diet on cum. Your cum! Give it to me!”

“Yes!” hissed Natalie as the watching man unzipped his jeans. He pulled out a long, thin cock and thrust it right at Bridezilla’s mouth.

She sucked on it with hunger. Her cunt clenched down on my dick. Fresh tears, leaving dark streaks of mascara down her fair cheeks, dribbled down her. She whimpered, her cunt squeezing so tight around me. I loved it.

My cock was aching in her cunt. I would have such a huge orgasm. I would spurt so much cum into her twat. Just flood her pussy with my jizz. It would be incredible. My dick swelled with the pressure. It would burst out of me.

I would flood her cheating cunt with all the cum I could. She nursed hard on the other man’s dick as she rode me. Natalie’s moans filled the air, adding that extra bit of spicy delight to this moment. My balls tightened.

I had a huge load of cum to fire out of them. I would baste this bride’s cunt. I watched her plump tits heave as she rode me. I groaned, the pressure swelling and swelling in me. My nuts tightened. I had a huge load of cum I ached to fire into her cheating twat.

“Fuck,” I groaned, squirming on the ground. “That’s it, whore. Work that cunt up and down my dick. Yes, yes, sweat off those pounds.”

“Eat your protein shake, slut!” the man groaned. “Oh, my god, she’s got a mouth on her.”

“She’s about to be married, but she’s such a whore she can’t help but cheat on the man she loves,” Natalie groaned, grinding her hips forward and backward on the maid’s mouth. “Oh, yes, she’s got to get all that protein she can. Cum in her mouth.”

“Getting there,” the man said. “Shit, this is hot. Fuck!”

He erupted into Bridezilla’s mouth. He basted spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth. He flooded her with all that hunger. It was incredible to hear her gulping down that cum while the tears spilled down her face.

“Splash a little bit on her cheeks,” I groaned. “It’s a good facial, too.”

“Yes!” Natalie hissed.

The man pulled out and fired a last spurt of pearly cum across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. He groaned and stuffed his cock back into his pants. He zipped up while another man was waiting to go.

They were lining up to help her out. It was always great to see a city come together to help punish a bitch.

“I need more protein,” she sobbed, her fingers frantically scooping up the cum down on her face and bringing it to her lips. “I’m such a dirty whore. I have to have the perfect weight so I can stop cheating on the man I love with these big dicks.”

“Right here, tramp,” a Wall Street man said, his cock thrusting out the fly of his expensive slacks. He thrust that dick right into her mouth, the silver tie clip flashing in the sunlight. “Fuck, yes, suck that dick.”

She did. She sucked hard, her cunt squeezing about my cock as she rode me. My balls were swelling with pressure. Natalie moaned in the background. Her big boobs heaved in the corner of my vision.

“That’s it!” gasped Natalie. Her boobs heaved and bounced. They smacked together, rippling with her passion. It was such a delight to watch. They smacked together. “You’re such a filthy whore. About to get married and guzzling cum like a five-dollar hooker.”

Bridezilla slammed her cunt down my dick and came.

She squealed around the cock in her mouth as her pussy convulsed around my cock. Her hot flesh hungered for my cum. I groaned as that ache swelled in my balls. It rose and rose to erupt in her. My balls tightened.

More tears spilled down her cheeks. She looked such a mess, some of the cum still on her face. Her cheeks hollowed as her cunt sucked at my dick. Her pussy worked about my cock, that hot flesh massaging me.

I hurtled towards the moment of my climax. I would have such a huge orgasm in her cunt. My balls tightened. I arched my back. I sucked in deep breaths. My dick twitched and throbbed in her cunt. My toes curled.

Then I exploded.

My jizz fired into her cunt. Spurt after spurt of cum flooded into her pussy. She moaned around the Wall Street banker, bobbing her head. Her bleached-blonde locks spilled about her face. Her breasts swayed and bounced.

“Fucking whore, take it!” I growled. “Fucking take that jizz. Oh, yes, yes, that’s amazing! You’re such a whore. You’re getting off on cheating on your fiance, aren’t you?”

She ripped her mouth off the Wall Street banker to moan, “Yes!”

As she did that, he groaned, “Fuck!”

His cum splashed across her face. She gasped and opened her mouth wide, letting the cum fire into her maw. She didn’t even suck it out of him, just aimed him at her mouth. The cum splashed on her lips. It spilled over her mouth and ran down her chin.

It dripped down her features. I fired more jizz into her cunt as she did it. I kept unloading. I could do that. My balls could unleash as much cum as I wanted. I pumped her jizz full as the Wall Street guy fired the last of his spunk.

She gulped it down and whimpered, her cunt still riding up and down my dick. She worked that pussy, sucking out the last of my cum. I groaned as I fired the final spurt. The pleasure rushed through my body.

It was amazing.

“Oh, god, yes,” I panted. “Oh, that’s amazing. Just the best.”

“Uh-huh,” Natalie whimpered. “Ooh, yes, yes, that’s just awesome. You’re such a whore.”

“I am,” sobbed Bridezilla. “I need another cock to suck.”

“And to ride,” I said. “Get that cheating cunt off of me. You got to keep exercising on other guys.”
“Yes,” she moaned and slid her pussy off of me.

Instantly, cum flooded down her thighs. I’d pumped a lot in her. She wobbled and then gasped as a Black guy with a big dick sank down and waved his ebony shaft at her. She ran over to him and whimpered, “I love big, Black dick. I’m such a disgusting slut!”

She impaled herself down on that cock.

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Natalie

“Fetch the riding crop,” I told the maid as Bridezilla impaled herself down the Black man’s dick.
The Man smiled at me. His cock gleamed in the whore’s juices.

The maid pulled her face from my cunt and moaned, “Yes, Mistress Natalie.”

She stood up and rushed to the car Natalie had driven here in. There were always the appropriate supplies in one of our town cars. Her skirt swayed over her rump, her tits almost bouncing out. I marched up behind Bridezilla, her ass jiggling with that plumpness.

I shook my head in disgust. She moaned around a new cock belonging to an Asian guy. It wasn’t that big, letting her take every inch of it. She had her face planted into his black pubic hair, her moans muffled. Cum and tears ran down her face.

She deserved it. I spat on her ass. “Gold-digging slut!”

The Man chuckled. He embraced me from behind, his wet cock poking into my butt-crack. “Do you know how much I love you, Natalie?”

“More than there are stars in the universe?” I asked, reaching behind me to grab his cock.

“Way more than that,” he said as I gripped his pussy-lubed shaft. I nuzzled him down my butt-crack right to my asshole. He squeezed my breasts, kneading my big, fake titties. “You are amazing, Natalie.”

I shuddered, my heart melting at his words.

Then he thrust forward.

My anal ring parted to take his big dick. That large shaft stretched and stretched me open. It was a familiar sensation, but one I never tired of experiencing. I was his woman. He could use me however he wanted. The fact he loved me was only a bonus.

A wonderful treasure that I would savor.

I was the luckiest woman alive. No one was more fortunate than me. More blessed than I was. I had his love. His passion. It was amazing to experience. My heart pounded in my chest. The heat rushed through me.

I trembled, my pussy juices dripping down my face as he bottomed out in me. Then the maid rushed back up, her fake tits almost bouncing out of her top. She had a sleek, black riding crop in her hand. She presented it to me.

“Mistress Natalie. Your instrument.”

I took it from her and smiled.

I cracked it into my hand, loving the satisfying sound it made. That wonderful thwack. It was an amazing sensation. My cunt clenched and my asshole squeezed about the Mind Controller’s big dick. He wasn’t fucking me.

Yet.

“Work that ass, slut!” I hissed. I flicked the riding crop.

SWISH! CRACK!

The sound echoed through the air. She squealed around the Asian man’s cock while working her cunt up and down the Black man’s dick. A stripe of red blossomed across her jiggling butt-cheek. She rode up and down him, whimpering. More tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Faster!”

SWISH! CRACK!

“How do you expect to lose weight if you don’t ride him faster!”

Bridezilla groaned as more red bloomed across her rump. The lines crisscrossed each other. She rode that dark shaft faster. Her ass went up, jiggled, and then slammed back down and rippled. I groaned, watching her ride him, my pussy getting hotter and hotter.

“Enjoy,” the Man whispered, his fingers squeezing my tits.

He drew back his hips.

I groaned as his cock slid out of my bowels. That wonderful dick massaged my anal depths. I whimpered as he thrust back into me. He buried hard and fast. He slammed that dick into me. It was such a delight to experience. His shaft felt incredible in me, the velvety friction melting my cunt. It grew molten with passion.

His fingers dug into my breasts. He squeezed them. Kneaded them. The heat blazed inside of me. It was incredible to enjoy. I moaned and whimpered, my cunt on fire. My hips swiveled, stirring my bowels around that big dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, his fingers sliding up my big breasts to my nipples. He pinched them.
“Punish her,” he whispered into my ears.

SWISH! CRACK!

“Work that ass, cheating whore!” I moaned. “You got to sweat off those pounds and get him off. If you’re going to be a tramp, then you better please those men with that filthy cunt!”

“She’s pleasing me,” the Black moan moaned. “Sheeeit, she’s working that cunt up and down my dick.”

Bridezilla was, her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth. The Asian man groaned. His face twisted with passion. Then he grunted something, his hands gripping the side of the Bridezilla’s head, gripping her bleached-blonde locks.

“Drink all that cum,” I moaned.

SWISH! CRACK!

“Drink it all down, you filthy whore!”

She did. She gulped it down. I heard her swallowing it with such hunger. She gulped it down with alacrity. My cunt clenched at how much noise she made. She guzzled that cum like it was the best thing in the world.

Tears spilled down her cheeks.

The Asian man pulled out of her and a punk-looking kid showed up. Eighteen or nineteen, his hair spiked up. His pants were already sagging down so low he just had to shove down his boxers to whip out his cock.

“Oh, god, I need that cum!” the whore moaned and sucked on his dick.

“That’s right,” I panted, the Man’s cock pumping away at my own asshole. The pleasure rippled through me as he did. His fingers played with my nipples, building and building my orgasm.

SWISH! CRACK!

“Suck that dick!” I hissed.

She did.

My bowels drank in the friction of the Man’s cock. He groaned into my ear as he pounded away at me. He fucked my bowels with hard strokes, his balls smacking into my taint. The pleasure rushed through me. It built and built with such passion. Such energetic delight.

SWISH! CRACK!

He slammed harder into me after a stinging impact. While Bridezilla squealed like a dirty sow, I moaned in delight, my nipples throbbing as the Man twisted my nubs. Pleasure burst from them. My bowels drank in the friction, the pressure growing and growing in me.

“Oh, yes!” growled the Black man. “You fucking skank. Take it!”

SWISH! CRACK!

“That’s right,” I moaned, leaving another red stripe across that jiggling rump. “Take his cum! Sweat off those pounds.”

Sucking on the punk’s dick, Bridezilla squealed. She must be cumming again. Her welted rump clenched while the Black man groaned. My own orgasm built faster as I watched the filthy, nasty whore trembling through her rapture.

The Man slammed his cock harder into me. He buried his dick to the hilt in my asshole. I groaned, loving every second of it. My bowels melted around his dick. The heat sank to my cunt. I shuddered, coming closer and closer to my climax.

Then she rose off of the Black man, her legs lifted up. Cum ran down her thighs. The Black man crawled out of her and had a whistle as he zipped up. Immediately, another Wall Street guy, heedless of his expensive suit, lay down and worked his way beneath her.

She impaled her cheating cunt down another cock.

SWISH! CRACK!

“Fuck him hard!” I moaned while the banker grunted, “Shit, that’s one tight cunt. Yes, yes, work that dirty twat!”

“She’s a cheating, filthy show!” I moaned.

“Fuck!” a guy groaned, fisting his cock. Then he ran up and just unleashed his jizz on Bridezilla’s tits. He splattered those big and lush mounds with his cum. He groaned as he did it, spraying his spunk on them.

SWISH! CRACK!

“Ride that cock!” I moaned, the Man hammering my bowels.

“Shit,” the punk said and already was firing his cum. He trembled there, the slut gulping down all that jizz.

SWISH! CRACK!

“You cheating slut, you love their cum!” I moaned.

She only groaned as she kept swallowing. Then the punk pulled back and a Hispanic guy stepped up, a tan cock in hand. She sucked into her mouth with greedy hunger while her welted ass jiggled. She rode the banker hard and fast.

The Man pinched my nipples as he slammed his cock hard in me. Fast. He buried the dick into me again and again. I groaned, my bowels gripping him. I couldn’t take much more of this. I had to cum. And cum hard.

I would have such a huge orgasm on this dick. Just explode. It would be magnificent.

SWISH! CRACK!

“Work that cunt,” I moaned. “Come on, you dirty sow.”

“Yes, yes, ride my cock,” the banker growled. “God, you’re such a slut. You’re the sort of whore we pass around the office on bonus day.”

SWISH! CRACK!

“You hear that, you gold-digging slut!” I snarled, on the verge of cumming. The pressure swelled in me as the Man’s big dick slammed into my bowels. “You want to be a loving bride, but you’ve become nothing more than a hooker to be passed around as a party favor. What if David were to find out?”

Bridezilla squealed in panic around the Hispanic man’s dick. She whimpered, slamming her cheating cunt down the banker’s dick. I loved it. I quivered on the verge of cumming. My nipples throbbed in the man’s pinching grip.

SWISH! CRACK!

The slut moaned again, gulping down the Latin man’s cum while she came on the banker’s spurting dick. The man twisted my nipples. It was too much for me. The pressure shot down to my asshole. I threw back my head.

Erupted.

SWISH! CRACK!

Bridezilla’s welted ass jiggling, I came. My asshole spasmed and writhed around his cock. He groaned and buried to the hilt in me. He pinched my nipples hard and spurted his cum into me. His jizz basted my asshole.

That wonderful spunk soaked my bowels. It was amazing. This heady rush shot through me. I felt dizzy from the bliss that rushed out of me. It was amazing to feel. This heady delight swept rapture through me. I groaned, my heart pounding so fast.

“Oh, Sir,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good.”

“You deserve it and more,” he groaned as he kept firing his jizz into me.

We were sharing our pleasure as we reveled in disciplining this bitch. Bridezilla kept moaning and sobbing, tears spilling down her face. She sucked out the last of the Hispanic man’s cum. The Banker groaned, clearly dry.

My asshole milked out the last of the Man’s cum.

My orgasm hitting its peak, I ripped off of him, loving the feel of his cock sliding out of my asshole, and moved around the Bridezilla. The banker crawled out from beneath her as I thrust my ass at her. I aimed my pussy right at her tits. My bowels full of cum, I unleashed my piss.

“Don’t pull away,” the man growled at Bridezilla as my urine splashed on her tits.

I stared at her between my legs, watching my golden stream splatter across her cum-matted tits. I washed the jizz down her body, soaking her in my acrid piss. I shuddered. It was almost orgasmic to unleash my urine on her.

“Oh, my god,” she moaned as I soaked her in my pee. “I’m such a nasty whore. I’m so sorry, David.”

“Yes, you are,” I moaned, my heart beating fast. I squeezed out the last of my urine. My stream died down.

“Perfect,” the man said.

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I escorted Natalie back inside the wedding boutique. We had to deal with the mother and sister now.

Bridezilla, her tits dripping in urine, already rode her next cock, sweating off those pounds. She had a dick in her mouth, too, working to get her next cum shake. She needed all that protein she could. I whistled as we passed the fancy dresses.

The young girl who worked at the store watched in awe. She stared at me like I were her hero. I winked at her as we passed, heading to the back. What would happen next would be so satisfying? Bridezilla had learned her gold-digging ways from someone.

Mother dearest was the culprit. It was time for her to pay for making such a whore of a daughter. And the other girl, Esther, had to be redeemed. She was showing all the signs of being the same sort of selfish cunt as her sister.

So much work to do.

To be continued…

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