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The limousine pulled up the hotel where the reception would be held. A grand and regal affair. I had the entire building rented out for our use. We would spend our first night here as man and wife before setting out on our honeymoon across the world.

Natalie quivered beside me in her skimpy wedding dress that did nothing to hide her flesh. The white skirt fell open in the front to show off her shaved pussy that dripped with her juices. The tops of her thigh-high stockings were soaked with cream and jizz. She had her huge tits out, the built-in bustier of her wedding dress cradling them. A gauzy veil fell over her red hair.

And last of all, was her swollen belly. She looked pregnant. But she wasn’t. I had pumped so much cum into her asshole, that I had inflated her. She had a cum baby in her bowels. I couldn’t wait for her to force a woman to suck it all out.

I had a feeling I knew on who would get that honor.

“Oh, Sir, this is beautiful,” she said, gazing out at the hotel. She had selected where the wedding would be held, but I had chosen the reception. Even now, our guests were coming in their own vehicles to join the festivities.

Instead of the usual valets, women in red bustiers that did nothing to hide their big tits, hurried down. They had on fishnet stockings and horsetails swayed behind them, attached to the butt plugs shoved up in their asses. I had spent a good deal of time finding bitches to be punished for this evening.

Women who deserved some mild humiliation. Litterers, mutters, whiners. Their rudeness wasn’t on the likes of some of the women I had punished. They normally wouldn’t even be punished beyond a simple command to change their behavior.

One with blonde hair and ripe tits opened the door, her wedding ring flashing on her hand. She bowed. “Sir. Welcome, welcome. We are so happy to hose you and your bride’s wedding.”

I slid out and then helped Natalie out. The other valets beamed at us, standing on their stiletto heels. Two more were married women, their nipples hard and erect. Juices ran down from their freshly shaved cunts.

“Do you need any servicing, Sir?” another asked, her thighs practically wet.

“No, no,” I said, smiling.

Natalie giggled. “Horny slut.”

The valet just beamed.

Two more opened the hotel’s doors for us, their boobs jiggling in their tops. I tweaked a fat, dusky-pink nipple as I passed. The woman moaned and almost collapsed like I gave her an orgasm. We stepped into the entryway. I was utterly naked and didn’t care. A few of the maids who worked for me were here to guide the guests.

“Master, Mistress!” they cheered at us as we strode through the lush affair. “Congratulations!”

“We’re so happy!” another said, clapping her hands, her exposed tits jiggling back and forth. “Ooh, you look beautiful, Mistress.”

“And yummy.” The maid licked her lips. They didn’t have names to me. They were just maids. Things. They would serve for a year or so and then I would replace them with new bitches that had to learn the world didn’t revolve around them.

The marble floors were so shiny you could see your reflection in them. The furniture was grand and austere at the same time. No one was behind the concierge desk, the lights turned off. The elevators were silent.

We were led down a short hallway to the grand ballroom, the doors open. Music came from the band. They were set up in the corner and performing light rock. Nothing heavy, but just to have a beat of fill up the room. It had clusters of round tables that led up to the main table at the air end where we would sit. A space set for dancing lay before the table for the wedding presents.

It looked like a normal wedding reception.

All save for the women who were bound and chained to the walls on both sides of the ballroom. They were bent over, their asses out. They were here for the guests to use however they wanted. Unlike the valets, these were some bitchy women.

A couple of executives, some gold-diggers, a few models who strutted around like they owned the world, the like. They were naked and ready to be fucked, their pussies dripping wet. Each had a ball gag in their mouth so no one had to listen to their whining.

“Marvelous,” groaned my bride. She clung to my arm. “Oh, Sir, this is amazing. You have outdone yourself.”

I smiled as we headed to our table. Right there in the center were the gold placemats that had our names. “The Mind Controller” and “The Bride.” I held out the chair for Natalie. She sank down with grace, her big boobs jiggling. I took the spot beside hers.

Already, our guests were arriving. Her parents were at the front, her bitch of a sister crawling behind them. Her father held a leash connected to her collar. I was glad that the little cunt was kept in her place after all the harm she had done.

The chained girls along the wall were attracting the men. Natalie’s own father—my father-in-law, I realized—left his daughter’s leash in his wife’s hand and headed towards a brassy-haired woman with a curving rump. He just unzipped his slacks and slammed into her.

He used that cunt, punishing her for being a bitch.

He wasn’t the only one. Guys were pounding those cunts with vigorous strokes as their wives took their seats. It was such a delicious thing to witness. I smiled at it as the gaps and moans of whores being fucked rose over the chitchat echoing through the room.

Then the waitresses came out. They all had pierced nipples with heavy chains that connected to a tray resting on their stomach. They had the dishes on them, their boobs distending from the strain. They all shuddered as they moved through the room to deliver the dinner. People had their choice of salmon or quail.

I went with quail.

“Sir,” the waitress said as she approached our table with the first course, a salad. Her fat, pink nipples looked swollen beneath the strain of holding her platter. Sweat beaded her forehead. “Enjoy.”

“Mmm, thanks,” I said, staring at the freshly made salad topped with a vinaigrette sauce.

“And for you, my lady,” the waitress said, some of the strain departing her face as the weight on her nipple chains lessened.

“Sir,” groaned my wife, smiling. “Where did you find all these bitches? Ooh, you must have been scouring the city for them. And to have them pierced?”

“I had those ones found first,” I said. It took about a month for a nipple piercing to heal where they could support the weight. “You’d be amazed what sort of cunts you can find if you go to the right spots in the city.”

Natalie gave a wicked giggle then dove into her salad. “I’m starving,” she said around a mouthful of spinach and romaine lettuce.

I was hungry, too.

Guests dumped cum in the whores and returned to their seats to dig into their food. A few of the bitches, like the gold-digging cunt from the bridal shop, had to eat their food on the floor, eating out of their bowls like bitches.

I was pleased to see Natalie’s younger sister in that category.

Then came my quail and Natalie’s salmon. The waitress’s nipples were under even more strain from the added weight. They whimpered and moaned, faces twisting from the pain. I savored it, my dick throbbing hard. Natalie squirmed, smiling bright as the waitress came to us, first.

“What a delicious treat,” my wife purred. Whether in reference to the waitresses or her salmon in its reddish sauce, I didn’t know.

My quail was succulent. I was ravenous. It was a lot of work for having a wedding. Now we could relax and have even more fun. Everyone was eating, with the occasional jaunts to the whores to fuck them. The lesbian cunt who used to bully Natalie was now going from whore to whore licking and lapping up cum in their cunts.

She didn’t need to eat one of the meals we provided. She had her own source of protein for the night.

Finally, people were getting done with their course. I stood up and tapped the side of my champagne glass. It held Dom Perignon, of course. Only the best for my Natalie. Everyone looked at me. I could feel them smiling.

“Thank you all for coming to our wedding,” I said, speaking the words I had memorized. “I cannot tell you how thrilled that so many of you came to be with us on this special day. And it is special.”

I looked down at Natalie. She stared up at me, such delight brimming in her green eyes. Emotion grew in them. She fluttered a hand before her face, her big boobs jiggling. I could stare at her forever. Just gorgeous.

“I never thought I would marry anyone,” I said. “I mean, everyone but Natalie becomes my slaves. Just a single word, and I own your soul. But not Natalie. I don’t own her soul. She gave it to me. It’s the greatest gift I’ve ever received.

“Sir,” she groaned, her entire body squirming. Her cheeks went as red as her hair. The tears beaded the corner of her eyes.

“In her, I found a kindred spirit. A woman who likes to see bitches, cunts, whores, assholes, and Karens punished. She doesn’t put up with whiners, bullies, complainers, and naggers. She wants to see them disciplined and corrected. Made useful members of society instead of nasty blights that make everyone’s life around them a little more miserable.

“She is my muse. She inspires me to new acts of punishment. To be creative in how I humiliate and degrade those who deserve it. She had her own demons. Bullied by others. We punished those from her past that was the worst. They’re here tonight. One is feasting on a whore’s cum-filled cunt right now.”

Laughter echoed through the room.

Natalie giggled even as she sniffed, tears threatening to fall down her cheeks.

“But I knew there would be others how had wronged her. Other bullies who needed to be punished. So, for my bride on this very special day, I present to you one of those cunts you didn’t even know was a bitch to you.”

She blinked as I swept my hands out.

My maids opened up a door and then pulled out a woman in a collar. Other than that, she was naked. A mature woman, a MILF with big boobs. Her black hair flowed about her head, a soccer mom bob. The maids escorted her to the bridal table.

Natalie stood up, shocked. Her hands wrapped around her cum-pregnant belly. “Mrs. Anderson?” She glanced at me. “She never bullied me.”

“She failed you, didn’t she?” I asked her.

“Well, sir, I just didn’t do the work right.” Natalie bit her lip. “It ruined my GPA. I couldn’t find a good college. I was working at the gym because of that. What did she do? She didn’t… She didn’t fail me on purpose.”

“Let’s ask her,” I said as the busty English teacher was brought trembling before us. “Mrs. Anderson, answer every one of Natalie’s questions with truth and candor.”

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Natalie

I stared at my eleventh grade English teacher. I had failed that class. I just didn’t get the material that year. Mrs. Anderson had been so patient with me as she struggled to help me get it. But I never did. I never had the best grades, but that really ruined my GPA.

“Mrs. Anderson, did you fail me on purpose?” I asked, not wanting to believe it. She was such a nice teacher.

“Yes,” Mrs. Anderson answered, not looking at me.

Her answer made my stomach twist. “Yes? You failed me on purpose. I passed?”

She nodded. “You did. You would have gotten a C average. Maybe a B, but…”

“But you failed me.” Icy anger seethed in me. This need to punish her swelled in me. “Why?”

“I…” Mrs. Anderson’s big boobs jiggled. “I was always jealous of the pretty girls and marked them lower. And you… You were so pretty that I just had to make sure you failed.”

“All while you took delight in my failure?” I demanded as I waddled around the table, my wedding veil rustling. My big, fake tits jiggled, held up by my bodice. My hands stroked my cum-pregnant belly, ideas burning in my mind. “While you hugged me when I cried and wiped my tears away? It was all a sick game to you?”

“Yes!” Mrs. Anderson moaned. Tears fell down her cheeks.

“You fucking cunt!” I hissed. “You disgusting, petty, mean bitch!” My hands itched.

“Here, Mistress,” one of the maids said and pressed a wooden ruler into my grip.

I felt it and smiled. Just the thing to discipline the naughty teacher. My pussy clenched. My asshole brimmed with the Man’s cum. I had to be careful, or his seed would all cum gushing out of my bowels. I wanted that to happen at the right time.

I stared at Mrs. Anderson. She had a leash and a collar around her neck. I smiled and took it. I stared at the man on the other side of the table, his cock thrusting out hard before him. He had a big grin on his face.

I handed him the leash. “Sir, if you would be so kind.”

“Anything for my bride,” he said and yanked hard on the leash.

Mrs. Anderson gasped as she stumbled towards the table. She hit it and bent over, her large breasts piled into the white table cloth. Her ass aimed at me. A thick, black bush adorned her cunt, hiding her nasty twat.

The Man put his had down on her shoulder blades, holding her in place. He could just order her to not move, but it was more fun to restrain her. To watch her fight and struggle against it as I spanked her ass so hard with the ruler.

“How many girls did you flunk?” I demanded.

“Six,” she moaned. “But there were thirty or more whom I kept from having good grades. I had to be careful, you know?”

“Right, right, wouldn’t want everyone to know that sweet and loving Mrs. Anderson was a vindictive bitch jealous of all the young cunts. Tell me, how often does your husband cheat on you with younger women.”

“All the time,” she hissed. “He’s a college professor. He’s always fucking his coeds. You would have been just the type of girl he was looking before you go that boob job.”

“I guarantee, your husband is going to get all the pussy he wants. I think you’re going to be on cleanup duty.” I glanced at him. “You will be your husband’s teaching assistant. You will pick the prettiest girls to fuck him and then lick their cunts clean of his jizz when he’s done. You will never touch yourself. Never frig yourself. Never let anyone touch you in that way. You will never have another orgasm again.”

“Why would I do that?” gasped the woman.

“Because you feel guilty for all that you’ve done,” I said and tapped the ruler on the palm of my hand. “No, wait, that would mean you weren’t a vindictive bitch. Which you are. So you will do it because my new husband will whisper these commands in your ear and you will have to obey them.”

“Yes, you will,” said the Man. “And you will hate every moment because you know they are younger than you. Prettier than you. That your husband would rather fuck them than you. You will never leave him. Oh, no, you are his pussy cleaner. That’s your only job. You’re not good enough to the teacher. Understand?”

“Y-yes, sir,” she moaned.

“Good,” I hissed and swung the ruler.

CRACK!

The stinging sound it made echoed through the ballroom. A stripe of red appeared across her ass. It was something so beautiful. So wonderful. My cunt clenched to witness it.

“Fuck!” She moaned as her welt puckered up. “Oh, fuck, that hurt.”

“That’s the point,” I cooed. “Fail me, cunt?”

CRACK!

It was so satisfying to spank her rump. To slap my ruler across her ass. To hear how she groaned and shuddered. My cunt clenched. Heat rippled through me. I had a big grin on my face as I drew back for the next one.

CRACK!

Our guests groaned in delight. The maids who escorted her out nodded their sanctification. The Man’s dick throbbed and ached as she held Mrs. Anderson pinned down. He watched with heated eyes as I drew back again.

CRACK!

“Oh, my fucking god!” the bitch howled, her ass clenching. “That hurts. Oh, god, I’m so sorry, Natalie.”

“Are you?” I asked.

Her face scrunched up. “No. I’m just sorry I got caught.”

I smiled. That was the perfect answer. I felt no guilt about spanking her hard.

CRACK!

That wonderful sound made my pussy clench. My cum-pregnant belly quivered while my big boobs heaved. Red welts stripped her asscheeks. I drew back and spanked her again.

CRACK!

And again.

CRACK!

My ruler fell.

CRACK!

Over and over!

CRACK!

“Shit!” she howled, tears spilling down her eyes. “I’m so sorry! Please, please, I was a cunt. A bitch.”

“A vindictive whore?”

CRACK!

“YEEEEES!” she screamed, her ass clenching tight.

“What are you?” I asked her, rubbing the ruler over her welted asshole.

“I’m a… a… petty woman.”

CRACK!

“That’s it?” I demanded. “Petty?”

CRACK!

She bucked again, held down by the Man. The audience booed.

“Tell her you’re a cunt?”

“Fail my daughter, whore?” Mom shouted. “You’re a vindictive cunt. I want to whip your ass with a coat hanger.”

“Yes, yes, Daddy, whip her ass!” my sister moaned. “She’s worse than me.”

“Quiet, whore,” Daddy snapped at my little sister. “Cunt, you’re lucky that’s my daughter holding the ruler. I would break it on your ass for failing her.”

I smiled at the support of my family. I was glad my parents and even my bitch of a sister were here.

“So what are you?” I asked Mrs. Anderson.

CRACK!

“The pain stops when you confess.”

“I’m a… a… a vindictive bitch!” She shuddered. “A terrible, petty, disgusting educator that was full of jealousy. All you young things with your nubile bodies were seducing my husband. And… and… I should have stepped things up, instead I punished those who did nothing wrong. That makes me a bitch. A cunt. I reveled in your tears. I took such pathetic satisfaction. Only a worm would do that. A slug. A thing crawling in the muck. I’m so sorry, Natalie.”

“Really?”

“Yes!” she sobbed, meaning it now. She wailed and trembled on the table which made my pussy burn. “I’m a terrible cunt.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” I demanded. “Are you going to suck all the cum out of my asshole like the filthy whore you are? Or…?”

CRACK!

“Do I have to keep punishing you?”

“I’ll suck all the cum out of your asshole,” she moaned.

“Yeah, you will, whore!” a man shouted.

“Get on those knees and start sucking on my daughter’s asshole,” Mom purred.

“Just suck all that cum out of her,” purred one of the maids.

“I love licking cum out of assholes,” the lesbian groaned. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her sidle up to another whore and start licking at another creampie.

“Do it and hate every moment of it,” the Man said, releasing her. “You deserve it for the terrible shit you did to my bride.”

Mrs. Anderson rose, her face stained in tears. Her big boobs jiggled as she moved behind me. I set the ruler on the table then braced against it. I smiled at the Man. He watched me with hunger in his eyes. He licked his lips.

“I love you, Sir,” I moaned. “I love you so much.”

He winked at me.

Mrs. Anderson hiked up my skirt. I groaned as she threw it over my hips. Then her hands parted my butt-cheeks. I groaned as she did that. She dug her fingers into my butt-cheeks and nuzzled in, whimpering.

“Oh, god, you have jizz on your butthole.”

“I have so much jizz in my asshole,” I moaned, feeling my swollen belly. “The Mind Controller inflated me for… This!” I smiled at him. “You know I would do this! That’s why you did it.”

“I figured,” he said. He leaned forward and cupped my face. “Enjoy.”

He kissed me on the lips right as she nuzzled her face between my butt-cheeks and latched onto my aching asshole. Her lips felt so soft and warm on my naughty hole. She sucked on me. I groaned, my pussy clenching.

The cum rose out of my asshole.

I broke the kiss with the Man and smiled. I loved as she groaned at the sour-flavored jizz spilling into her mouth. I whimpered in delight as the cum poured out of me. I felt it flowing through my bowels.

It felt so good. Almost lick pissing. My pussy clenched. Juices ran down my thighs as she suckled and nursed on my asshole. She gulped down the cum in my bowels while her tears wetted my butt-cheeks. She shook, still crying.

“Mmm, finger my twat, too,” I moaned.

“Do it,” growled the Man.

As Mrs. Anderson sucked on my asshole, she slid her hand up my thigh. She found my juicy pussy and thrust two of her fingers into my cunt. I shuddered as she worked those digits in and out of my juicy twat.

Pleasure rippled through me. From her sucking on my asshole. From the delight of her fingers working in and out of my cunt. It was all so delicious. All so wicked. Just what I needed. I would have such a huge climax.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “You filthy bitch! That’s it! Suck out all that cum!”

I felt my belly shrinking as she drank the jizz out of me. She sucked and slurped, humiliated. Everyone was watching, too. Our guests were gathering around and nodding their approval. They all understood that bitches had to be punished.

Daddy gave an approving grin. Mom was on his arm. They were happy again after that cunt had ruined everything. Even she knelt on the floor and looked on support. My sister had changed. She made the world better instead of tearing it down.

That was what was important. Why the Man and I were in such agreement.

If people were nice to each other. Treated each other with respect, followed the Golden Rule, none of this would be necessary.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I groaned as she sucked out more and more of the cum. My pussy clenched on her fingers. That wonderful stimulation swelled the pressure in me. I would have such a huge orgasm. Just explode on her digits. I couldn’t wait for that momentous burst of bliss. It would be spectacular.

I could feel it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing. Yes, yes, you know just what to do. How to please me. Jam those fingers into me. Oh, god, yes, yes! I’m going to cum so hard. Just keep doing it. Keep sucking the cum out of me.

I trembled there, my body on fire. The bliss that swelled in me would give me such a huge orgasm.

“Oh, Sir, she’s sucking all your cum out like that disgusting, vile bitch she is!”

“I can hear that,” said my husband.

My husband!

Joy rippled through me along with the satisfaction of the bitch nursing at my asshole. I groaned, savoring every moment of this. Every second of being feasted upon by that naughty cunt. I would have such a huge orgasm. I rose to it. Climbed closer and closer.

My belly was almost flat. My dress didn’t hug me any longer. Her fingers plunged deep into my cunt. My pussy clenched down on them. I shuddered and whimpered. I stared at the Man in the eyes. He had such delight in them.

I took such joy that I was being pleased by my horrible bitch of a teacher.

“Oh, that’s it,” I groaned. “You nasty cunt! Yes, yes, suck out the last of that cum then get ready to drink my cream from my pussy, you fucking bitch! Yes, yes, you’re nursing it all out like that pathetic piece of human trash you are. Rats are nicer things than you. Fail me because I’m pretty?”

Her fingers jammed into me. She nursed hard and I felt nothing in me. My orgasm swelled. I whimpered, gripping the table. My big boobs jiggled. I was on the verge of erupting. Right there on the edge of exploding.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Move to my pussy. Lick it, whore!”

She did, pulling out her fingers and then planting her lips on my shaved twat. I shuddered at the feel of her lapping at my cunt. Her tongue stroked my folds. It was enough. I threw back my head and howled out at the top of my lungs.

My orgasm burst in me.

“Drink my cream!”

My pussy juices gushed out. They flooded into her mouth. I trembled there, my boobs heaving as she drank down my cunt cream. The pleasure rushed through my body. The bliss slammed into my mind.

Stars danced before me. I moaned and gasped, staring at the man as such ecstasy engulfed me. It was amazing. Just the best thing in the world. I loved every moment of this. Every second of being devoured by him.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, my god, that’s good. That’s amazing. Now suck at my pussy and don’t stop!”

She did. She nursed at my cunt like the filthy whore she was. My face contorted in bliss. Then I released my bladder. My piss surged out and splashed into her mouth. My pee flowed. A fast, hot stream that splashed into her mouth. I heard her groan.

She gulped it down.

“Yes!” I groaned.

It was almost like I came again as my piss flooded her mouth. I gripped the table, trembling through the rapture of urinating in this cunt’s mouth. It felt so wonderful. Such a satisfying thing to do to her.

I groaned, a big smile crossing my face. My eyes rolled back in my head. Mrs. Anderson swallowed every drop of piss that gushed out of me. She gulped it all down like that filthy whore that she was.

My urine slowed. The stream died. I groaned and then straightened up. I turned around to find her panting and sobbing. Tears spilled down her face. Yellow piss dribbled down her throat to her dog’s collar. My pussy cream gleamed on her cheeks.

“Now,” I said, “you will crawl around to our guests and eat all the pretty girls’ pussies. You will let them use you however they want.”

She blanched, by my husband, the Man, repeated my orders. And she crawled off to do that. She went to my little sister. She had such a bratty grin on her face. I had a feeling she would indulge in her old, bad ways

But that was okay. The bitch she would punish deserved it all.

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“Thank you for that, Sir,” Natalie said as I walked around the table.

“You’re welcome,” I said and took her hand. “Are you ready for the cake?”

She grinned. “Oh, Klara wouldn’t tell me what she had concocted for us. I just told her to make it naughty.”

“You did now?” I asked. “Mmm, well, she did ask me for a favor.”
“What do you know, Sir?” she asked, bouncing on her toes.

“Not much more than you. Just that she needed some nubile thing for her cake.” I shrugged. “I’m eager to find out.”

Two of the maids, who had heard us, we’re already reaching the door that led to the kitchen. They opened it and said something. As Natalie’s bitch-sister punished the cunt-teacher, the rest of our guests gathered around for the cake.

On a trolley, a young woman was wheeled out by Klara herself. The caterer, promoted after her boss proved to be a jealous and egotistical bitch, had a big smile. I groaned at the sight of the young woman lying on the trolley. She was covered in chocolate frosting. Her big boobs, they were almost the rival of Natalie’s, jiggled. Chocolate slathered them along with bits of what appeared to be fudge broken up and sprinkled over her.

I licked my lips and grinned at Natalie. She shuddered in delight.

Already, my dick was hard. I had the perfect idea. A special treat only for my Natalie to enjoy.

Applause rippled through our guest as they stared at the young woman. She had a happy smile on her face. I had caught her smoking a cigarette right outside a door instead of fifteen feet away. It was a minor thing, something I would probably ignore any other day, but it was enough so she could be here as the centerpiece.

She wasn’t really being punished.

“Oh, Sir,” groaned Natalie as the cake was wheeled between us. “Klara, you outdid yourself. It’s simple but decadent.”

“I thought you would like it,” she said, beaming. “She is a tasty delight.”

“Klara!” giggled Natalie. “Did you eat her pussy.”

“I had to make sure she would be pleasing,” the caterer said, winking. “A good chef always samples her food before sending it out.”

“Mmm, I bet you did a lot of sampling,” I said.

“A lot, Sir.”

“Well,” Natalie cooed. She held her hair and veil back then ducked down and licked up a piece of fudge off of the girl’s tit, exposing pale flesh. Then my bride held it out to me on her tongue.

I leaned over the table and sucked it off. I shuddered at the flavor melting across my tongue. It tasted so delicious. I groaned and then ducked my head down and licked up the dessert’s breast to her nipple, gathering a thick coating of chocolate.

My bride quivered there as I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, thrusting my chocolate tongue past her lips. She moaned sucking it clean. People applauded as we shared our first bite of the cake together.

“Mmm, but this isn’t the treat you deserve,” I said and moved around the trolley.

I noticed the girl ass was elevated on a pillow. Chocolate frosting coated her pussy lips. Every bit of her was slathered in it. I glanced at Klara as the girl parted her legs further, her pussy lips spreading open to show off her pink depths.

I mounted the trolley. My bride grinned at me and licked her lips. She was eager for me to whip up a creampie for her to enjoy. I brought my cock to that tight cunt and pressed into it. I groaned as my dick sank into the heaven of that twat.

“Yes,” the dessert moaned as her pussy clenched about me. That tight, hot, silky depth squeezed about my dick.

“Mmm, enjoy the cake everyone,” Natalie said. “One lick so everyone can get a taste of her.”

I grinned as I drew back my hips. Our guests moved in to lick at the tits and stomach of the dessert. She moaned and gasped, her frosted boobs jiggling as I fucked my cock in and out of her tight cunt. Her pussy squeezed about me.

Men and women lapped at the dessert’s tits. She had such big boobs, there was plenty of frosting and bits of fudge for them to enjoy. They slid their tongues over her flesh one after another. The billionaire who bought the gold-digger sucked the frosting off her other nipple.

She squealed and clenched her pussy around my cock.

I groaned, fucking hard. The Bridezilla lapped up a pierce of fudge off the dessert’s lower tit and then kissed her husband with passion, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. She clung to him as they moved to the side to let others enjoy.

“Yes, yes, lick the whore clean!” I groaned, towering over them all as I fucked her pussy with passion. I buried my dick deep into her cunt. Hard. I pumped away at her with an eagerness.v
Her twat squeezed about me. She held me tight. I loved the way she gripped me. That hot, tight snatch massaged me. I groaned, my face squeezing tight. It was rapture to be in her. Fantastic delight. I thrust hard into her.

My balls smacked into her cunt. I hammered her hard. Fast I buried into the dessert again and again. I fucked her with passion. I pounded her tight twat with all the force I had while my guests licked at her tits.

Her big boobs became more and more clear of chocolate. More of her flesh appeared. Some of the guests kept sucking on her nipple anyways. She squealed when they did, squeezing her cunt around my cock.

“Mmm, make that yummy pie for me to eat, Sir!” my bride moaned. She kneaded her big boobs. “Yes, yes, I want to lick all that yummy cum out of her!”

“Lucky!” moaned the lesbian bitch. “I bet eating his cum out of her pussy is yummy. Ooh, can I lick your wife’s pussy clean when your done fucking her.”

“Sure!” Bridezilla’s husband groaned as she knew fucked her.

I grinned, so glad that my changes were having an effect on people. I thrust harder. Faster. My balls swelled with a load of cum that I would dump into the dessert’s cunt. I would flood her with so much of my spunk.

My bride would have all the jizz she could handle. She would guzzle on it. Love it. I groaned, pumping away as my bitch sister-in-law darted up and lapped up chocolate off the girl’s stomach. More of the women were licking frosting from there. They stared up at me as they enjoyed it.

I winked at them and fuck that whore harder. Faster.

My orgasm swelled. I was so eager to dump my cum into the dessert. Just so ready to fuck her with passion. To spill my cum into her twat. It would be incredible. I slammed hard into the bitch’s cunt, her pussy clenching around me.

“Cum in her, sir!” Natalie moaned while the two lesbian twins both licked to each other across the woman’s stomach.

Then they met in a frosty kiss, identical lips working together. My dick throbbed at the incestuous sight. I shuddered and thrust to the hilt in the woman, my balls reaching that point of no return. I had to cum in her.

“Make me a yummy creampie, Sir!” Natalie moaned. My bride stared on with such lust in her eyes. Such love.

I groaned and slammed into the dessert. I threw back my head and erupted. The dessert gasped, her big boobs, streaked with chocolate, heaved. Then her cunt went wild around my spurting dick. She milked my cock.

“Sir, sir!” she moaned, her body going wild. “Oh, sir, yes!”

“Fuck!” I growled as I pumped load after load after load of cum into her pussy.

Pleasure slammed into my mind with each mighty blast of cum that I pumped into the dessert’s cunt. I made a creampie for my Natalie. I flooded the dessert with far, far more jizz than a normal guy could.

I filled her to the brim with my spunk.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I growled, her pussy milking me.

Her stomach inflated. She grew rounder and rounder like a pregnancy grew. The two bitches from the movie theater stepped up to lick up chocolate off the dessert’s expanding cunt. Stars burst across my vision. I hit that wonderful peak.

“Fuck, yes!” I moaned as I pumped the last blast of cum into her pussy. “Oh, my sweet bride, I have made something delicious for you to enjoy!”

Her eyes shone up at me. “Thank you, Sir!”

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Natalie

The Man slid off of the trolley and I moved up to feast. The dessert had a pregnant belly full of yummy cream for me. There was no way I could eat all of that, but there were so many women here, they all would get some to enjoy.

I leaned over the trolley, pressing my large breast into its cold, aluminum surface. I shuddered, my nipples throbbing. I thrust out my ass as I did it, my pussy open and ready in case the Man wished to enjoy me.

He didn’t have to.

I nuzzled into the dessert’s cunt. Her tangy cunt mixed with the salty flavor of his cum. Her belly rose in a graceful, pregnant arc before me. I loved the sight. Chocolate adorned her pussy, only a little smeared from his strokes.

I licked at the frosting, savoring the chocolate flavor. Then I kissed to her pussy, adding salty cum and tangy pussy to the treat I savored. I licked up and down her, loving how she shuddered and moaned. The three delight swirled through my taste buds.

Perfection.

Then the man’s cock nuzzled into my pussy. I groaned at the feel of him stroking me up and down. He caressed my pussy lips. My clit. My naughty spots burst with delight. I licked up more chocolate from her vulva and then cum and cream from her cunt, savoring my dessert.

What a wonderful wedding.

“My wicked bride!” groaned the Man right before he plunged his cock into my cunt.

My pussy clenched down on his big dick fucking into me. He buried to the hilt in me. I groaned, squeezing my twat around his cock. The friction felt amazing. I thrust my tongue into the dessert’s cunt and scooped out the cum leaking out of her womb.

The Man grabbed my hips. He held me tight and fucked me hard. He pumped away at me with passion. He had such strength and virility to him. I groaned, my cunt clenching down on his dick burying to the hilt in me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “That’s good. That’s amazing. I’m going to cum on this dick. I’m going to explode!”

“Good!” he growled and thrust harder.

My tongue buried back into the dessert’s cunt. I licked out more of the jizz trickling out of her inflated womb. The salty spunk and tangy pussy had me shuddering. My big, fake tits rubbed into the surface of the trolley. Pleasure sparked from my nipples.

I loved the feeling as the man pumped his cock hard in and out of my pussy. He buried to the hilt in me again and again and again. I groaned, squeezing my cunt down around his cock. I reveled in the delight of him fucking me.

Our guests watched or moaned or danced. The music thrummed through the ballroom as the man pumped his cock in and out of my cunt. He filled me up again and again. I shuddered, pleasure rippling through me.

I moaned into the dessert’s creampie.

“Yes, yes, yes!” the Man moaned, slamming his dick into me. “Natalie!”

“Ooh, I want you to cum in me!” I moaned. “I want you to bury that big dick into me until I explode!”

Always!” he growled. “What other way is there to fuck my bride?”

His bride.

My pussy squeezed down on him, my delight growing and growing. My tongue plunged into the dessert’s cunt again. More salty jizz. She would never run out. Not before the Man came in me. I shuddered, scooping out all the cream I could as I rose towards my orgasm.

It wouldn’t be long now. I was almost there. I moaned into that cunt while the Man’s heavy balls smacked into my clit. Sparks of delight burst from my cunt. They showered over me. They were incredible to enjoy. I loved every bit of them I savored every last second of his dick burying into me.
“Sir!” I moaned between licks of salty cum.

“Cum!” he growled. “Let me feel that pussy spasming and cumming on my dick!”

“Yes, sir!” I moaned.

The Man slammed his cock into me. That was it. My pussy drank in the delicious friction and set off my orgasm. I moaned into the dessert’s sloppy cunt. Waves of delight washed out of my pussy. They inundated my mind with such joy.

My cunt writhed around the Man’s cock. He buried into me as I licked more of his cum leaking out of the dessert’s womb. Her tangy pussy and salty cum made for such a delectable treat while I was cumming and being fucked.

“Sir!” I moaned into hot cunt. “Oh, Sir, yes! I love you!”

“Love my naughty bride!” he growled and buried into me.

His cum pumped into me. Spurt after spurt of his jizz splashed on my cervix. I came harder. My wedding veil rustled as I moaned into the dessert’s pussy. I licked and lapped out more spunk as the Man flooded my pussy.

I shuddered, hitting the pinnacle of my pleasure. I quivered there, my cunt spasming a few more times around his cock. He groaned as he emptied the last of his cum into me. He could fire more, but he didn’t want to inflate me.

Just fill me up.

“Oh, sir,” I purred then shuddered as he pulled out of me. I lifted my face from the dessert’s cunt. I looked at our guests. “Ladies, please enjoy the creampie my Man has so graciously provided.”

More than a few women licked their lips.

I smiled as the Man led me to the dance floor. The music played something slow and wonderful. He pulled me close. I put my arms around his neck and swayed to the music. His cum dribbled down my thighs, leaking out of my pussy.

It felt so wonderful. So right. This was how our wedding should be. I stared up into his eyes, lost in the power of them. The majesty. It still shocked me that he had chosen me over every other woman in the world.

Little, old me.

Tears beaded my eyes. “I love you so much, Sir.”

He smiled. “I love you, too, Natalie. You are my radiant bride. You are perfect.”

I smiled at him as we kept swaying, my nipple rubbing into his bare chest. I didn’t care that I didn’t know his name. That wasn’t who he was. That was just a label. I knew this man more than I knew myself. I understood him.

How could I not love him?

“What a perfect evening,” he said as we danced.

I grinned at him. “It’s not over yet. I have a special treat waiting for us in the wedding suite.”

The boyish delight in his smile was beautiful. I trembled, so grateful to be the Mind Controller’s bride.

To be continued…

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