Carrie sat in her car, the parking structure quiet . She had been instructed to park at the top, with an open spot on her drivers side. She looked at the clock, as it changed to 2:18 am. She was getting married in hours, was suppose to be going to a spa in the morning for mani, pedi, and mimosas. Why was she here…
She thought back to her bachelorette party, the stripper, his hard cock, his ripped body. She had been thinking that she’d only have one cock forever once she said “I do”. She loved her fiancé, really loved him, but the sex was ok. Average. She had wanted that stripper, that wild fling, but didn’t trust her friends. So she touched that magnificent cock, and laughed and had fun. He ended up going home with some friend of a friend, and she had heard it was so so so good.
Which lead her to here. She had reached out to an ex. He was mean, aggressive, a cheater, a flirt, but also the best fuck and biggest cock she ever had. He was married now, which means she’s the side girl. The woman cheating. She was sick with herself, but her arousal had won out. She saw the lights, the SUV, as it pulled next to her. She saw him move to the back seat, and got out to join him.
She had worn nothing but a coat, lingerie and heels, as requested. No, as demanded.
There was no small talk, as they knew what this was. His cock out and soft, already the size of her fiancés hard dick. She went to kiss, but he moved away. Her head dropped down than, to his cock. Sucking it, licking it, in awe of its size and girth. Much bigger than her stripper. Bigger than her biggest toy she had nicknamed after her ex.
He fingered her, first her pussy, than her ass. She hated that, but was in no position to stop him. She had practically begged to be used, even agreeing to met on her wedding day, and no condoms. Those were his rules. When he was hard he moved her over him, placing his head at her hole.
Carrie lowered herself slowly, being reminded what truly being filled felt like. She was gasping, sweating, and dripping. When he touched her clit, she exploded, cuming once his cock was fully buried. Her strength left her as she collapsed against his body.
He took the time to move her, bent over as he enter her soaking wet pussy. He went deep, too deep for Carrie to enjoy. She tried to adjust, to shift or move so her pussy wasn’t completely destroyed. But he was having none of that. His strong hands holding her shoulders, driving himself deeper and deeper.
If she couldn’t move, she’d just have to make him cum faster. She reached under, massaging his balls, and moaning “oh yeah baby, I missed this cock. So much better than my husbands. You going to fill my pussy, on my wedding day. Make me your slut, I’ll say ‘I do’ with your load in my hole.”
That did it, as she felt the first cum shot inside her. She wasn’t ready for the next step, as he pulled out, pushing his cock head just inside her ass. She couldn’t move as she felt the rest of his cum drain into her rectum. A feeling she had never felt before. He pulled out, leaving her holes a mess. Even though it was just his head, she felt opened and stretched, her ass slippery.
Carrie got up, dripping cum on his seats. He grabbed a wet wipe, cleaning the seats before he told her to leave. She got out, and went to her car. He left her alone, driving off. 2:58am. She looked down horrified now that her mind was cleared. She had been fucked, bruised, creampied, and dumped to the side. In shock, she started her car, planning on a long shower.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rz4eet/her_wedding_day_flash_fiction_cheating_bride_ex