Part 2

Sissy wedding fantasy

On Victoria’s wedding night her husband, presents her with an unexpected gift: his best man. 

Dressed only in white stockings, an ivory waspie corset and a garter belt, Victoria finds herself torn between shock and arousal as her husbands best man  undresses before her …, 

Veronica giggled as  Her husband tore a piece of raw, antique silk from the bottom of the pile of it pooled around her white stocking’d ankles and tied it around her eyes as  he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. “You won’t know who’s touching you now. 

An electric thrill shot down her spine. 

Outside their suite, the muffled sounds of the other male guests still lingered— 

They were outside. Awaiting their turn. 

Her husbands, traced the wetness already gathered between her legs. “She’s ready” he said. 

Blindfolded,  Victoria m felt a jolt of intense pleasure as a tongue drove into her, a deep, claiming stroke that made her cry out, her head thrashing back against the dresser. 

Victoria’s back arched, her hips pushing against his face, seeking more, deeper. He gave it to her, his hands gripping her thighs the slick, rhythmic sound of his tongue made her moan, loudly the sound echoing, surely reaching the hall.

Her husband watched for a moment, his own arousal evident and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her pussy.The sensation was pure, unfiltered pressure. Then he pushed in. A slow, devastating fill that stretched her, owned her. She gasped  her body accepting him fully. He began to move, a steady, deep rhythm 

From behind, the best man’s  hands returned. His fingers, wet from her and from traced the tight, stretched rim of her anus. She shuddered, a violent, anticipatory tremor.

He pushed. The pressure was immense, a second, competing fullness For a moment, they were both still, buried deep in her, a perfect, impossible fit. She was pinned between them, bindfolded her body trembling with the strain and the pleasure.

 She held onto them as they held her, as they used her. The silk blindfold was soaked with her sweat n the mirror’s reflection, she was a vision of debauchery: the bride, blindfolded with a strip from her own wedding dress , being taken by her husband and his best man , her body convulsing with each dual thrust.

The pleasure built, a crescendo from both points . It wasn’t one sensation, but a fused, overwhelming wave. She felt both their cocks . Their groans mixed with hers, symphony of greed. 

She whimpered, but it wasn’t a protest. It was a warning. The peak was coming. 

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