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the host. I went with him willingly thinking we would be meeting the others. I was surprised when we arrived in his hotel. There were only the two of us. Seeing my hesitation, Carter plied me with love words and endearments until I got comfortable. He served me champagne until I was tipsy. When I was tipsy enough, he took the opportunity of bedding me He did not really rape me as I went with him willingly though under the influence of alcohol. I thought it was a pleasant experience as Carter made sure I was fully aroused with all his tricks until I couldn’t refuse him. He took my virginity that night. He took me over and over every night since. He also made me do weird sex stuff with him. i

" Yes!!! Let's get married again." " Okay!! " " Awww... My Charming bride." ************

I nod, his fingers finding my clit and my knees nearly give up. They press against my clit, rubbing agonizingly slow as his strokes even grow slower. Damn it. Damn it. “Look up, darling. I want you to see how much you need my cock.” And sure as hell, my reflection is a mess. Mascara running down my cheeks, face red and holy shit I look like a whore. A hungry one. Finally Braide rams right into me, making me stumble in the process but his hand holds my waist firm, I am sure as hell Randy can hear my moans from outside.

“Soak my face like the filthy bride you are. Show your husband how much you love being tied and toyed with.” She shatters immediately, screaming my name, with her pussy clenching around my fingers in violent spasms, releasing a hot and messy squirt all over my chin and chest. My senses are overloaded, with her taste flooding my mouth, the vibrator’s humming against my lips, and her body convulsing... this has me grinding my cock against the mattress for relief. But I’m not done. I want her to be a quivering mess. I must teach her what it means to be an ‘Ashford’s Bride.’

Which was why, at eleven o'clock on a Friday night, she was spread out on her bed with her laptop balanced on her nightstand, her hand between her legs, and Jude Brennan's I*******m open on her phone. Pathetic. She knew it was pathetic. She didn't care. The video on her laptop was filthy....some rough amateur thing she'd found on a site she'd never admit to visiting, a girl bent over a bathroom sink while a man fucked her from behind, his hand fisted in her hair. The girl was begging, and the man was telling her to shut up and take it, and Mara's fingers were buried inside herself, her thumb working her clit as she stared at Jude's most recent photo.

“Ride me, bride.” I ride him. Slow at first – rolling my hips, feeling his cock shift inside me, my clit grinding against his pelvis. The leather couch creaks. The bass pulses through the walls. And in the mirror to my left I watch myself – tiara askew, tits out, white lace shoved beneath my breasts, riding a stranger’s cock in a strip club two days before my wedding. “Faster,” he says. His hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks, pulling me down harder onto his cock with each stroke. “Show me how the bride rides.”

“Show the camera what a whore you are.” My face burned, but the arousal was overwhelming. I dropped the towel, untying the bikini top to let my full breasts spill out, nipples already rock hard. Then the bottoms, my shaved pussy exposed, glistening with my own excitement. The chat erupted: “New girl’s hot!” “Eat her out!” Tips hit €1000 in seconds. Zara pulled me onto the bed fully, pushing me down on my back. “Spread your legs, Maya. Let them see your cunt.”

"Please let me cum, Mistress." Taking pity on the poor slave, Shasta shoved a couple fingers up her cunt, ordering her to cum. The orgasm was captured on camera, Reneé jerking helplessly on her fingers, thrusting her hips agains Shasta's hand. When her tremors ceased, Shasta fed Reneé her fingers, having her lick them clean, also captured on video. I don't know how well our products would sell, but we'd have a great porn site when we were done.

I cried in frustration as the vibrator was pulled away at the last second, leaving my pussy empty The strap-on woman rubbed the fat head of her dildo up and down my slit, teasing my entrance but never pushing inside. Every few minutes one of them would comment on how wet I was or how my asshole kept winking, Lila finally stepped back and addressed the room “Let the other patrons see what a desperate, dripping, pain-hungry whore looks like when she’s properly broken in.” Lila’s fingers slid down and spread my pussy lips wide for everyone to see. “Beg for it, Rebecca. Beg these women to use your married cunt like the filthy cheating pain-slut you really are.”

“Gonna fill you up, baby… pump every last drop into my girlfriend’s womb… mark you as mine.” Layla came violently, her pussy quivering and milking him as she screamed his name. Tony roared and exploded inside her, flooding her depths with thick cum that overflowed almost immediately, leaking down her ass in creamy streams. He barely gave her time to catch her breath before pulling his cock free with a gush of mixed fluids and pounding straight into Elena. “Your turn, Mommy whore… take Daddy’s next load deep.” Sophia begged hoarsely, her voice raw from screaming, eyes glassy with need. “Yes… breed Mommy’s slutty cunt… flood me with your potent seed… make me leak your cum for days… I’m your br