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I stood at the altar awaiting my bride.

The preacher’s wife sucked on my cock. She nursed on my dick, not trying to make me cum, but just giving me the pleasure of her wonderful mouth. She knelt naked before me, nursing on my cock thrusting out of the fly of my tuxedo. My big shaft filled her mouth, stretching her lips to the limit.

Mrs. Steele had a wonderful mouth. The MILF was born to suck cock. I had to teach her, but that was at thrill all on its own. I smiled as I felt her suckling with such hunger on my cock. She bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down my dick. She nursed with passion on me.

She had to.

Her husband stood in his black suit and starched, white collar. He groped himself like the pathetic, little cuckold he’d become. He squeezed himself as he watched his wife nurse on my cock like it was the greatest delight in the world.

Her sloppy sucks and moans echoed through the magnificent cathedral. My city had a lot of old churches, and this was a magnificent one to behold. The one Natalie wanted to be married in. She was so excited about it.

But Reverend Steele turned out to be a judgmental prick about sex, so I turned his wife into a whore.

During Sunday service while he preached his sermons on abstinence, the men of the congregations paid to fuck her. All proceeds went to the church. I heard their donations were even up. Able to fund so many projects thanks to Mrs. Steele’s cheating cunt, married asshole, and whorish mouth.

Of course, Reverend Steele was humiliated by how much it turned him on. I heard he would start masturbating during the middle of the sermon while three men fucked his wife in the back, using all her holes at once.

But he would be on his best behavior. No whipping out his cock and ruining this special day.

Excitement rushed through me. Today, I married the only woman in the world for me. The only woman who understood me and, for some quirk of fate, was immune to my powers. Or, maybe, her desires were so in line with mine that whatever I wanted, she did, too. But it never seemed like I controlled her.

She loved punishing bitches. Kinky sex turned her on. She had such a loving heart, too. Maybe that was why bullies so offended her. She was the opposite of them. She wanted only the best for people and they constantly disappointed her.

I wouldn’t.

I gazed out at the attendance. So many familiar faces. Natalie’s mother and whore of a sister sat in the front row. Her father, of course, would be walking her down the aisle. Those two cunts from the movie theater were here along with their owners, the two ugliest boys at their schools. One girl was dressed like a sex slave, nipples pierced, ball gag in her mouth, a butt plug tail thrusting out of her asshole, the other looked like a wife happily cuddled up beside the man she loved.

I smiled at that.

The plastic surgeon who had done such amazing work on Natalie’s boob job sat with two busty MILFs beside him. They had his work on display, their dresses cut to show off their huge tits. Those breasts were even bigger than Natalie’s. Mr. Goldberg, now free of his gold-digging wife, had two barely legal cuties on his arm. He’s clearly enjoying that he’s super rich. Mrs. Goldberg knelt like a bitch before her new owner nearby, her hands behind her back and her mouth around her master’s cock. Bridezilla was there with her husband, the two looking quite happy. She had made her wedding weight.

I liked to make positive changes in peoples’ lives.

Many of the women from the gym where here, some with their husbands. They were all in great shape. I was glad that they were here to support Natalie. They were all such wonderful women. Only one cunt that day had deserved to be a bitch.

Did Natalie and I still own that whore? Or had we traded her? It was so easy to lose track of bitches. I got bored of them so easily. But there were always new ones to find.

Speaking of bitches, the lesbian cunt who bullied Natalie sat between those two twin sisters. They had the cunt collared and a chain connected to a nose ring. I was glad they were keeping her on a short leash. She deserved it.

Capping each pew was the living asses. They lined the aisle, whores with their asses thrust up in the air and gorgeous bouquets, all designed by Natalie, shoved into their cunts. One of them was that florist bitch who thought she could bully my bride-to-be on her flower selection for our wedding. The living vases all didn’t move more than to breathe, posed just right. They filled the air with their own perfume as well as the lowers.

“Oh, Master, this will be such a beautiful day,” one of the maids said.

I didn’t have any friends, didn’t need any, but I did have maids. They were women who were not the worst bitches in the world. So they didn’t need more than spending a year or so in servitude to me as a lesson. Three of them stood with me as my “grooms”

“She’s going to be so beautiful,” the second maid said. She’d been there the day I had to deal with Bridezilla.

“You’re going to love her wedding dress,” gushed the last maid. “Oh, she looked so radiant in the fitting.”

I grinned, nodding. The seamstress and her daughter where here, the two cuddled up. They were lovers now, a team working at their bridal shop. I was glad that they had found pleasure after having to deal with Bridezilla.

The wedding march started playing.

Mrs. Steele sucked harder at my cock. She nursed with hunger on my dick as the sounds signifying the promise of love and fidelity echoed through the church. The whore nursed with hunger, eager to swallow my cum before her husband. She’d never sucked his cock once.

She never would, either. He wasn’t allowed to touch her. If he thought sex was disgusting, all he would get was masturbation.

The ring-bearer appeared, a bitch crawling forward. She had blonde hair and large tits that swayed beneath her. A butt plug tail thrust out of her rump and swished behind her. A headband with triangular doggy ears thrust out of her hair. She wore a collar, of course, but no leash. Her tags jangled.

I smiled. It was the bitch from the gym. We did still own her. How perfect. The first woman Natalie and I every punished. I should make sure to never get rid of this bitch. My dick ached in Mrs. Steele’s hungry mouth.

Everyone in the church watched her crawl forward. People who had done the right thing mixed in with people I had reformed. A fat bitch who was now skinny for her husband. Slave-wives who understood their places. Businesswomen who thought possessing an MBA from Harvard made them better than anyone else. I had several girls in the restrooms to be urinals for the guests, drinking down all their piss.

It was a perfect day.

When the crawling bitch reached the midpoint, the flower girl appeared. The gymnast bitch who thought she was the best because her mother kept making excuses for her. I smiled as her mother appeared behind her holding a crop.

“Back straighter, you stupid slut!” hissed the mother.

CRACK!

The flower girl jumped, her breasts bouncing as the stinging welt echoed through the church. I smiled at the sound. The girl whimpered and tossed her white and pink flower petals before her while she took her measured steps.

“You’re moving too fast, whore!”

CRACK!

“Step with grace. You used to be a gymnast! God, you can’t even walk!”

CRACK!

The audience groaned. My dick throbbed harder in the reverend’s wife’s sucking mouth. She nursed with passion on me, bobbing up and down as the Wedding March continued playing. The bitch reached the altar and crawled up beside me.

“Good girl,” I said, scratching at her blonde hair between her ears.

She barked in delight, knowing full well a bitch never spoke. A bitch wasn’t human, but a filthy dog.

“You’re throwing too many flowers!”

CRACK!

“Why do I have to have the most useless fucking daughter in the world?”

“S-sorry, Mother,” sobbed the flower girl as she tossed more flowers. Tears spilled down her cheeks.

I grinned at that. My dick twitched every time the stinging crack echoed through the church. I loved how the flower girl flinched, her breasts jiggling. More tears spilled down her cheeks. Her mother wasn’t holding back.

CRACK!

“You’re slouching again. Keep that fucking back straight, or I’ll jam a dildo so long up your cunt, it’ll force you to have good posture.”

CRACK!

“Y-yes, M-mother,” the girl said, straightening her back. Petals fluttered before her.

The “bridesmaids” appeared. True maids in their sexy French Maid uniforms. They all had big tits that jiggled and heaved as they headed down the aisle, passing the living vases and their wonderful bouquets thrusting out of their whore cunts.

All the maids were lovely, of course. They had puffy skirts and frilly lace hems, the dark thigh-high stocking whisking on their legs. They had a sway to them, drawing the eye of every man here. Those with sex slaves all were getting blowjobs now.

Mrs. Steele had competition.

The flower girl reached the altar and moved to the bride’s side, her ass a mass of red welts. Her mother sat down and gave her a warning look. The girl silently cried as she faced out at the audience. She gripped her basket, naked tits heaving.

“Master,” the “bridesmaids” murmured as they swayed by.

I smacked the last one on the ass. She giggled in delight and spun around. “Is the reverend’s whore doing a good job sucking your dick, Master?”

“She’s just perfect,” I said, gripping a handful of hair.

Then the music grew louder. The fanfare announced my bride’s appearance. I swallowed and sucked in a breath. I was eager to see her in all her glory. My orgasm swelled in my balls now, the anticipation building and building the pressure.

Mrs. Steele sucked with all her might. The married woman craved to have my cum to erupt down her throat. To flood her with all that spunk. My balls tightened. I groaned as the pleasure threatened to explode in me.

Natalie stepped into view on her father’s arm.

“Fuck!” I growled as I erupted in the slut’s mouth.

The reverend’s wife gulped down my cum while I groaned. The pleasure slammed through me as I focused on my radiant Natalie. Clad in white, her dress was stunning. She stood there, letting everyone breathe in the sight of her.

Pleasure slammed through my body at how deliciously low-cut her dress was. The bodice showed off nearly all of her large, fake tits, the cloth hanging off her shoulders and cupping her boobs into two lush mounds. The gown fit her tight in the torso but the skirts were divided in the front, falling to show off the snowy thigh-high stocking she wore and…

Nothing else.

I could see her shaved pubic mound.

The skirt fell down the back and sides of her legs, a train behind her. The seamstress had done amazing work. I drank in the sight, staring at her face covered by her veil. I pumped load after load of cum into the reverend’s wife. She gulped it down.

My mind melted beneath the bliss. A smile grew and grew on my face as I stared at my bride. Joy burst through me along with the pleasure. Today, I wed her. I drew in a deep breath as I pumped the last of my cum into Mrs. Steele’s hungry mouth.

This was a perfect day.

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Natalie

My father walked me down the aisle. I smiled as the Man finished cumming in Mrs. Steele’s mouth. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and then she knew what to do. She turned around, stood up, and bent over. He grabbed her hips and plunged into her pussy.

“Yes!” she screamed over the music.

I shuddered at that delight.

My breasts jiggled in my low-cut blouse. Mrs. Sachburg and her daughter, Hannah, had done amazing work on my wedding dress. I smiled at them as I passed them cuddled up together. My pussy clenched, juices trickling down my thighs. I was so excited.

The living vases were perfect, their cunts shaved. Over the flower’s perfume, I could smell hot pussies as I passed them one after the other. I beamed the entire time, the world hazy through my veil. This was perfect.

The Man kept his dick buried in Mrs. Steele’s cunt. The reverend’s wife made such a compliant whore thanks to the Man’s abilities. I was so lucky to be his. And soon, it would be official. I would be his wife.

Joy surged through me.

Everyone stared at me with lust or envy. Or both. I drank it in. All the women wanted him, but I was the one he loved. All the men wanted to fuck me, but only the Man could touch me like that. I could enjoy my body.

I passed my mother and sister. The little whore had earned the money to support our parents and fly them out. They had a donation drive on the plane. She spent five hours getting fucked in the back, just on her knees taking dick after dick. Even the pilots gave her a poke.

Then I was at the Man.

“You’re so beautiful, Natalie,” my dad said, squeezing my hands. Then he handed me off to the Man. “Take care of her, Sir.”

“I will,” the Man said and took my hands.

I stepped up before the bent over woman. The reverend’s wife nuzzled her face right into my crotch and started licking at my twat. At her angle, she could lick the front of my pussy, especially my clit. She slid over that bud over and over again.

I gripped the Man’s hands hard, shuddering at the feel of marred slut’s tongue caressing over my clit again and again. He grinned at me, his cock buried to the hilt in the woman’s cunt. I shuddered, drinking in the delight.

“Love is what brings us together,” said the reverend. “The love between a man and his woman. A promise between the two to forsake all other and be bound together.”

I giggled as the reverend’s wife licked at my cunt, her hips wiggling to stir her cunt around another man’s dick. I loved this so much. Reverend Steele had to give his usual sermon while my groom and I savored using his woman.

“It can be a challenge, but fidelity brings its rewards.” He groped his cock through his black slacks, staring at his wife pleasuring us. “It’s own joys. When you grow your love—when you nurture it—the crop you reap will sustain you through the hard times.”

“Mmm,” purred the wife. “Such a good cunt. Ooh, that dick. That dick is so big. I’m going to cum hard on that dick.”

The Man winked at me.

I giggled back, gripping his hands tight as the reverend continued his sermon. My hips undulated, grinding my clit on Mrs. Steele’s mouth. Her lips rubbed over my clit. Her tongue brushed it. Each one brought me closer and closer to cumming.

My pussy dripped more and more juices as my cunt grew hotter and hotter. Before all our friends and family, we cuckolded the asshole reverend. We used his wife as he married us. The thrill of it rushed through me.

I could feel his envy. His lust. His humiliation. His emotions were all so satisfying after the way he acted.

“I’m going to drown you with pussy cream, slut,” I moaned. “Mmm, yes, yes, just keep licking.”

“Drown her,” my groom said.

“I will,” I moaned, glancing at the reverend who was reciting that famous bible verse about love.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

It was all those things. I had found them with the Man. I beamed at him, my clit throbbing and aching. The pressure swelled and swelled in me. I came closer and closer to that moment of eruption. To cumming on her face.

“The rings,” the reverend said as I ground my clit into his wife’s hungry lips. She nursed on me. The Man pumped his hips, quick stabs into the whore’s cunt.

The bitch from the gym—her name started with a B, I think—lifted up the pillow and barked in delight. I smiled at her as my groom and I each took the ring we would give to the other. The symbol of the bow we would make today.

“Before the sight of almighty God,” the reverend said, “these two come together to join in holy matrimony.” He glanced at me, his face twisting in humiliation. He nodded at me.

“I, Natalie Meyers, do solemnly swear to take the Mind Controller as my lawfully wedded husband. To love and honor, to cherish and obey, in sickness and health, through the good times and the bad, until death do us part. With this ring, I thee wed.”

I slipped it over his finger as the reverend’s wife sucked hard on my clit. My cunt clenched. The pleasure rose and rose in me. I whimpered as I seated the gold band on his digit. I shuddered, the bliss swelling and swelling in me.

“I do solemnly swear to take Natalie Meyers as my lawfully wedded wife. To love and honor, to cherish and protect, in sickness and health, through the good times and the bad, until death do us part. With this ring, I thee wed.”

He slipped the band over my finger, pressing it against my engagement band.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped and came.

“By the power invested in me by God and the State of New York, I now pronounce you man and wife,” the reverend groaned wild I gushed juices on his wife’s mouth. “You may now kiss the bride.”

My husband—the Man was my husband now!—lifted my veil. Stars twinkled across my vision. The pleasure blazed through my body. It washed out of my cunt and splashed against my mind. I gasped and moaned, my boobs bouncing. My groom leaned forward, his hips pumping away at the whore.

“Yes!” he growled, slamming into her.

I knew he pumped her with cum as he kissed me for the first time as his wife. I closed my eyes, savoring my husband kissing me with such passion. He growled into it. I could feel the strength of his pleasure.

My own rippled through me. My body trembled as the ecstasy washed out of my cunt. Juices flooded into the whore’s mouth. The audience watched us, drinking in the moment of our climaxes. I heard a few men grunting.

I hoped they dumped their jizz down their sex slaves throats.

The reverend’s wife lapped up the cream gushing out of me. She dragged her tongue across my pussy folds, brushing my clit. She moaned, too. I bet she was cumming on the Man’s cock, her cheating cunt working out all his jizz.

I felt so dizzy as I hit the peak of my orgasm. I cupped my husband’s face, kissing him with passion. My tongue danced with his. He growled and then broke the kiss. I gasped and moaned, my orgasm hitting its peak.

“You are radiant, my wife,” he said.

“My husband,” I moaned. “Oh, Sir, you’re my husband.”

He grinned at me. “Yes, I am. I love you, Natalie.”

Squealing in delight, I came on Mrs. Steele’s mouth again and kissed him hard.

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I pulled out of the reverend’s wife. I had to do more than just kiss my bride. I had to fuck her. I had to claim her before all the watchers. I had to show them that she was mine utterly. To the very core. My dick ached as I broke the kiss.

Natalie whimpered and groaned. I swear she was cumming again. She cupped my face as I moved closer to her, walking down the side of the bent over reverend’s wife. I scooped my bride up into my arms, her dress rustling.

The scent of her sweet pussy filled my nose. I kissed her. Her tongue danced with mine. The reverend’s wife fell to her knees and the bitch got her reward. She was a good hound. She buried her mouth into Mrs. Steele’s cunt and lapped up the cunt.

“I want to be her right now,” moaned that lesbian bitch. I made her crave licking pussies full of cum.

“Reverend, you can jerk off to your wife getting her cunt eaten out,” I said. “Maids, have fun.”

We brought six maids, three to stand with each of us. A “bridesmaid” and a “groomsmaid” came together and kissed as they sank to the floor. The flower girl whimpered then her mother barked a command at her.

“Yes, Mother!” she squeaked and rushed to her.

“You better do a good job, whore!” spat the mother. “I will whip that ass raw if you don’t.”

“I’ll be an amazing pussy-licker this time, Mother!” the flower girl wailed.

The reverend unzipped his trousers and stroked his cock. I ignored him as I sat my Natalie down on the altar. I licked my lips. She had her pussy licked by the reverend’s wife, but I had to feast on my bride now.

“Sir,” she moaned as I pulled her to the edge of the altar, sliding her across the white cloth embroidered with golden designs. “I love you.”

“I love you so much,” I groaned and buried my face into my bride’s shaved, sweet twat.

I licked her slit. My tongue slid up and down her folds. I caressed her, loving the taste of my bride. Her juices melted across my tongue. I groaned at the flavor of her snatch. This wonderful delight. I feasted on her. Licked. Lapped. Devoured her.

Her silk-clad thighs gripped my head. Her big boobs bounced, threatening to break free of her bodice. Her veil and red hair spread over the altar. She was gorgeous. Beautiful. My sexy, sensual, loving wife. The woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

We would punish so many bitches and whores.

All the cunts. The gold-diggers. The whiny, complaining, annoying Karens of the world. Nosy. Bossy. Thought that the world revolved around them so that excused their shitty behavior. That they could do whatever they wanted and make everyone else suffer because of their selfishness.
Natalie and I would punish them all.

It would be glorious.

I thrust my tongue into my wife’s pussy. She gasped, her sweet cream soaking my tongue. She bucked on the altar, moaning out for our audience to watch. The maids were gasping nearby, sixty-nining. The reverend’s wife moaned as the bitch licked her cunt clean of all that cum. The reverend himself groaned, fapping to the sight.

He would never get to devour his wife. Never get to love her. Fuck her.

He would never get the delight I experienced.

I swirled my tongue around in my wife’s cunt. I stirred her up, reveling in the sweet flavor of her twat soaking my tongue. Her back arched. Her left boob popped out of her bodice. That big, fake tit jiggled with silicone perfection, her pink nipple thrusting from the pinnacle.

I watched it with hunger. I stared at her with such feverish heat. I licked and lapped at her. I devour her. My tongue whisked around in her cunt. I stirred her up. She groaned, her pussy clenching down around my dick. It was amazing to feel. To love.

I swirled my tongue around in her pussy. It was such a delight to enjoy. I loved every moment of it. My tongue danced through her twat. I swirled about in her, teasing her. She squirmed and moaned, tasting so good.

I flicked my tongue up to her clit. I caressed over her bud, loving the way she shuddered and moaned. Her passion echoed through the room. This amazing sound. I nibbled on her clit. I sucked on her bud. She groaned, her thighs squeezing about my face.

“Sir! Sir!” she moaned. “Oh, Sir, that’s so good. Ooh, I love it when you eat my pussy out!”

“It’s such a yummy cunt,” I said. “And it’s not your only yummy hole.”

I grabbed her thighs clutching about my head. She didn’t fight me as I pushed them up and lifted her rump in the process. Her skirt rustled as her rump came into view. A tight tush. I licked my lips before pressing my face into her crack. I licked at her.

I stroked right over her asshole. My bride gasped, her legs kicking above my head as I rimmed her sphincter. That sour hole coated my tongue in her naughty flavor. The only woman I would do this to. My sexy bride. I loved every bit of her.

“Sir!” she moaned. “Oh, Sir! I’m so glad to be your wife. Yes, yes, lick my naughty asshole. Ooh, your tongue feels amazing!”

Delight rushed through me as I made her gasp in pleasure. I swirled my tongue around her asshole, rimming her backdoor. That earthy flavor spread through my mouth. I savored it as I caressed her asshole. I licked and lapped at her.

Then I pressed the tip of my tongue at her sphincter.

Her naughty hole parted for me. I wiggled my tongue into her anal depths. She groaned, her asshole squeezing down around my tongue. She groaned, her legs kicking. I soaked her bowels with my tongue. I caressed her hot flesh.

“Sir!” she squealed.

Such beautiful sounds.

I fucked my tongue in and out of her asshole. I loved the taste of her. Savored the way she groaned. Her cunt squeezed down around my tongue. I fucked it into her and swirled it around. She gasped, her asshole clenching again.

Then I licked back to her pussy.

I let go of her thighs. Her legs fell across my shoulders. Her feet drummed onto my back as I licked my tongue up to her clit, gathering up her sweet cream now. She whimpered, her freed tit jiggling. I stared at it as I redhead her bud.

I swirled around that little nub. I nibbled on it. She gasped and moaned. Then I sucked on it. Her entire body bucked. Her thighs squeezed about my head again. She cried out her pleasures as I nursed on her.

“Sir! Sir!” she moaned. “Oh, my god, you’re going to make me cum!”

“That’s the idea!” I growled and sucked on her clit.

She squealed out in delight. I nursed on her with all my passion. Her sweet juices dribbled down my chin. Her bud throbbed between my lips. It was such a wicked thing to feel. I loved every moment of it. I danced my tongue around her bud.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, my god, that’s it. Oh, Sir, I’m going to cum so hard on your dick.”

“Good!” I growled and nursed as hard as I could.

“I love you, Sir!”

Her juices gushed out of her pussy. The flood of sweet cream swept over my mouth and bathed my lips. I drank down her delight. I gulped them with all the hunger that I could muster. It was just incredible to enjoy.

Her moans sang out through the church as I drank down every drop of her cream. Her passion rose over the maids’ lesbian delight. Her juices ran down my chin to the collar of my tux. I groaned, licking and lapping at her.

“Oh, yes, yes, Sir!” she moaned, her orgasm dying down. “Take me. My husband, please, please, I need your cock. Fuck your wife!” She squealed in delight. “I’m the Mind Controller’s wife!”

I grinned and rose. I undid the bow tie and threw it to the ground. I slipped out of my jacket and undid the cufflinks. She watched me with those hot eyes. I undid the cummerbund and threw it down. Then I unbuttoned my shirt.

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned, biting her lower lip. She shoved down her bodice and freed her other boob. She gripped them both as I peeled off my shirt. “Show me that sexy body. You’re so handsome, Sir.”

“And you are Venus herself,” I groaned.

She beamed at me.

I unbuttoned my shirt and tore that off. Then I pulled off the undershirt. I kicked off my shoes and undid my slacks. I peeled them down the rest of the way, my cock thrusting out before me. She bit her lip and then spread her legs, her shaved pussy lips parting.

“Mount me and take me, Sir,” she moaned. “Slide into your bride. I’m utterly yours, Sir.”

I stepped out of my pants and grinned at her. I mounted the altar. Her eyes fixated on my cock. I grabbed her breasts, bending over as I squeezed those lovely tits. The silicone gave them such a firmness. Her nipples beckoned.

I engulfed her right one and sucked.

She gasped. Her body bucked as I nursed on her nipple. My tongue danced around her nub. She groaned, her face twisting in delight. Her back arched as I enjoyed her nipple. I suckled with hunger on her nub, making love to her nipple.

“Oh, Sir,” she moaned. “Now you’re just teasing me. I need your cock in me. I’m so wet. Please, please, make love to me!”

I popped my mouth off and growled, “I am.”

She smiled at me. “You are, I’m just so wet.”

“Patience,” I said and then sucked her other nipple into my mouth.

I was so hard. I wanted to be in her pussy. To just slide into her cunt and fuck her hard I would pound her with my dick, but first I had to enjoy her body. I sucked her left nipple into my mouth. I nursed on her nub.

“Sir!” she squealed.

I sucked hard on her nipple. I nibbled on that naughty nub. My tongue danced around it. She groaned. I savored the sounds she made. I loved how she gasped. How she shuddered. The way her passion echoed through the room.

I bit her nipple, not hard. She gasped and bucked. I loved it. I grinned at her and ducked over to her other nub. I nipped that one, too. Just a light graze of my teeth to make her shudder, her boobs jiggling in such delectable ways.

“Mmm, you like that?” I asked her.

She nodded.

“Yeah, you like that,” I said and nipped her nipple again.

“Sir!” she shrieked. “Oh, my god, Sir, I love you so much. All you give me is pleasure. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“You’re lucky?” I asked her. I moved over her, staring into her green eyes. “I thought I was going to spend my life alone. How could I ever find anyone when everyone has to obey me. And then I met you. Natalie… Do you know what you gave me?”

She shook her head, emotion suddenly in her eyes.

“You gave me fulfillment. I thought I was fine with being alone. I was getting all the pussy I wanted. Could do whatever I craved. I didn’t even know how hollow it all was until you came into my life. Now I have someone to share it with.”

She grinned up at me, her arms sliding around my neck. “Sir, I’m so glad that I could be that for you. Do you know what you are for me?”

I shook my head.

“Freedom.” she shuddered. “I can finally put people in their places. I don’t have to swallow their rudeness. I don’t have to suffer their petty annoyances. Their bullying. I don’t have to be afraid. Sir, you set me free, and I love you so much for that.”

“Even though you’re marrying me?”

“I choose to marry you. Just like I chose to go with you on that day at the gym.” She smiled. “It’s not a prison if I enter it willingly. It’s a home. A family. A life, Sir. Thank you.”

I kissed her.

My lips sealed on hers, smeared in her pussy cream. She moaned beneath me. I settled my weight on her. Her big, fake titties rubbed into my chest. My cock nuzzled into the shaved folds of her pussy. I felt the entrance to my bride’s cunt.

I thrust into her and consummated our marriage.

Right there on the altar, before our guests, I sank into her cunt. She shuddered beneath me. Her pussy clenched about my cock, welcoming me into her snatch. Her fingernails raked my back. I groaned into her lips, savoring every inch of sliding into her twat.

Into the heaven of my wife’s cunt. I loved it. I reveled in it. Her snatch gripped me. Her juicy flesh massaged my cock. I reached into the depths of her. My balls rested against her taint. She had taken every inch of me.

Damn, that was good. Great. Amazing.

I broke the kiss. “My Natalie.”

“My husband,” she breathed back, her pussy squeezing down around me. “Mmm, right where you belong.”

I grinned at her and drew back.

She gasped, her green eyes fluttering. Her silky pussy clutched about me. She held me tight as I pulled back further and further. It was amazing being in her. I reveled in the feel of her pussy around my cock. She gripped me with all her juicy passion.

This was perfection. I loved every moment of it. I savored every last delight of being in her. I groaned as I thrust into her. I pumped away at her cunt. I fucked into her pussy with powerful strokes. I buried hard. Deep. I plunged into her. It was incredible to enjoy her twat. She squeezed about me. She held me tight in her cunt.

“Oh, Sir, yes,” she moaned, her hips undulating beneath me. She stirred her cunt around my cock. She massaged me with all that wonderful, loving flesh.

I groaned as I pumped away at her. My balls smacked into her clit. The sound echoed around us. Her wedding dress rustled beneath her. I stared into her green eyes as I plunged my cock in and pulled it out of her cunt. I thrust into her depths.

Such juicy, hot depths.

She squeezed her cunt around me every time I pulled back. My wife’s delicious snatch stoked the pressure at the tip. I groaned as I thrust back into her. I buried to the hilt in her. My balls smacked against her flesh.

She shuddered beneath me. She groaned, her face contorting with bliss. Her nipples rubbed against my chest. Her pussy held me tight. She squeezed me. Her hot flesh gripped me. It was such a delight to enjoy.

“Oh, yes, yes, Sir!” she moaned. “Oh, sir, that’s so good. Oh, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum so hard on your cock, Sir!”

“Good,” I growled, pumping away at her. “I want to hear you gasping. Moaning. I want to feel that pussy writhing around my dick.”

“Mmm, yes, Sir!” she moaned. “And I want all my husband’s cum flooding me. I want to drip with your cum.”

“You will,” I promised and kissed her.

Her fingernails raked my back as I drove my cock into her cunt. Her pussy squeezed about me. She gripped me with her fiery hunger. I would explode in her. My balls smacked into her flesh. I drove my dick into her twat. Her snatch squeezed about me. Held me tight.

I pumped hard into her. I fucked her with passion. My balls cracked into her flesh. She whimpered, her tongue dancing around my cock. Her pussy squeezed about my dick. The pressure swelled in my nuts. I slammed into her hard.

She squealed.

Her pussy went wild around my cock.

My bride climaxed.

I thrust into her snatch. I pumped away at her convulsing cunt. Her flesh writhed and spasmed about my dick. The pressure swelled to the tip of my cock. It hit that explosive moment. I broke the kiss and threw back my head.

“Natalie!”

I erupted.

“Sir! Sir!” she gasped, her cunt convulsing around my spasming cock. “Flood me. Give me all your cum!”

I did. I stared into her eyes as I pumped her full of all my cum. My balls unloaded my spunk. Spurt after spurt after spurt. The pleasure slammed into my mind. My thoughts burned from the ecstasy that fired out of my cock.

Rapture pummeled my mind as my wife’s pussy milked my cock. My sexy bride worked out my cum. Her hot twat massaged me. I shuddered on her, my chest rubbing into her breasts. I grunted. Groaned.

“Oh, Sir, yes!” she moaned as I kept erupting. I could control how much I came. “I love you, Sir!”

I kissed her and fired the last of my cum into her massaging cunt. I kissed her with hunger as she shuddered beneath me. She writhed through her pleasure, her pussy’s spasms slowing and then stopping. She mewled into my lips.

She broke the kiss and purred, “Can you do something for me, Sir?”

“What?” I asked, grinning at the naughty twinkle in her eyes.

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Natalie

I grabbed the railing that separated the altar from the pews. I gazed out at the guests as he swept aside the train of my dress so he could fuck me hard from behind. They were all most all watching me. Some women were being good whores and giving blowjobs.

I smiled at my parents as the Man placed his cock right at my asshole. His cum dripped down my thighs, adding more white for me to wear. I quivered there as he honored my first wish as his wife. He pushed his cock against my sphincter.

My anal ring surrendered.

“My husband is going to fuck my ass so hard and fill me with his cum!” I moaned out to all of them.

The guests cheered as his cock sank into my asshole. The Man’s dick stretched out my bowels. I shuddered, clenching down on him and savoring that velvety pleasure. It was heavenly. I groaned, my head swaying from side to side as I loved every second of it.

He bottomed out in me. I groaned, squeezing my bowels down around him, loving the feel of his curly pubic hair rubbing on my ass. Then he drew back. I gasped as he did. My flesh clung tight to him. More cum dribbled out of my cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Fuck my ass, Sir. I love you. I love you so much!”

“My sexy bride!” he growled, his hands sliding around to cup my exposed tits. He kneaded those wonderful boobs and slammed his cock back into me.

My bowels welcomed his hard dick. Velvety heat melted down to my cunt, feeding my orgasm. Another greedy one swelled in me. My toes curled in my shoes. My stockings soaked up the cum leaking out of my cunt. He pumped away at me. He fucked me hard and fast, holding nothing back.

His heavy balls smacked into my taint. My bowels clung to his dick. I held him tight. I groaned, loving the way he speared into me. He pounded me hard. His powerful strokes buried into me. He fucked me with passion. With hard strokes. It was intense. Delicious. I groaned, my bowels squeezing about his dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, undulating my hips and stirring my asshole around his cock. “Oh, that’s good. That’s amazing. Just keep doing that. Fuck me like that. Oh, that’s so good.”

“Yes, it is!” he growled. “That ass. Damn! You want my cum!”

“Always, Sir!”

He pumped his cock away at me. He fucked me with passion. With vigorous strokes. I groaned, loving every moment of him reaming me. He buried that dick to the hilt in my bowels over and over again.

Each time, the heat melted to my cunt. My orgasm drank it in. I swelled towards my climax faster and faster. His hands kneaded my tits, adding more delight. Cum dripped down my thighs. I savored the feel of that naughty delight while staring out at the crowd.

“Oh, Sir,” I whimpered. “I’m almost there.”

“Good!” he growled, everyone watching with bated breath. “Show them your passion, Natalie. Show them how much you love my dick.

“Yes!” I howled.

He buried his cock to the hilt in me.

I came.

My bowels writhed and spasmed around his thrusting cock. I stared out at the guests, my big boobs heaving before me. My asshole writhed around his dick, sucking at him. Stars burst across my vision.

“Cum in me, Sir!” I howled out to the watching guests. “Fill me up with all your cum!”

My sister stared at me as she knelt between my parents. Bridezilla cuddled up beside her husband, now his loving wife instead of a gold-digging whore. The gymnast bitch feasted on her mother’s cunt while getting her ass whipped. The lesbian dyke knelt on the floor, begging for pussy while the twins ignored her and fingered each other’s cunts.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, my bowels writhing around my husband’s cock. The Man’s big dick. “Cum in me! Fill me up!”

“Yes!” he growled and slammed to the hilt in my bowels.

He erupted into my spasming depths. His cum flooded my anal sheath. My orgasm burst hotter through me. My cunt gushed juices that soaked down to my thighs. I gripped the railing, clutching at it as my bowels milked his cock.

He kept firing cum into me. Blast after blast. I groaned, loving how he filled my bowels with his seed. His love. More and more pumped into me. I gasped as I felt it happening. He inflated me with his jizz. My belly began to swell like I was pregnant with his child.

“Sir!” I moaned, pleasure burning through my mind. “Yes, yes, yes, you know what I want. Oh, pump all that cum in me!”

“Yes!” he growled, his hands squeezing my big boobs.

He kept flooding my bowels. Kept pumping his cum into me. I shuddered, loving every second of it. My belly swelled rounder and rounder. I looked like I was six months pregnant. My pussy kept spilling orgasmic rapture through my body. My mind drowned as my asshole milked out more cum from my husband’s amazing balls.

“Sir! Sir!” I gasped, my head swaying.

Then he ripped his cock out of my asshole. I gasped, ecstasy swirling through my thoughts. He scooped me up in his arms. My veil draped down my back. The train of my gown hung off his arms. I trembled as he marched forward.

Everyone cheered.

I was the Mind Controller’s wife. I bathed in the adoration as I came down from my orgasmic high. I shuddered, savoring the wedding ceremony. But up next was the wedding reception. And if I knew the man I married, he had some wicked treats in store.

“I love you, sir,” I said, staring up at his strong face as he carried me past the living vases.

He smiled down at me. Such warmth suffused me. I clutched my cum-pregnant belly, so eager for all the delights to come.

To be continued…

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