I [mtf] got invited to my college straight [m] secret fuck buddy’s wedding

This is a story that happend recently. I am a 25 years old beautiful looking trans fem, 5’10” tall, thin, smooth pale skin, long legs, great ass.
I’ve got invited recently to a wedding of a friend (let’s call him Mark), more precisely, a secret fuck buddy, back in college. I finished college 3 years ago so that’s not so far away either. Anyway, we went apart after college but kept contact through social media in a pretty superficial way, although he would “react” to my thirst trap pretty much all the time.
I knew he was dating girls already back in college days, and I also got to know that he was since almost 3 years in a commited probably exclusive relationship with this girl that he started dating at the end of college I guess. They got engaged and I got invited to their wedding. I was a bit surprised since we didn’t exchange much those years except some small talks through apps, but we also have friends in common and I suppose we were quite close as “friend” for almost 3 years so I didn’t overthought the gesture. I was not living so far from where the wedding would take place, around one hour by car so it wasn’t much of an effort.
Whitout explaining everything about our previous relationship (that may be a story for another time), I must admit that the news of their wedding was a bit shaking to me. Of course I never truly let myself develop feelings and I was making sure that I was keeping myself occupied with other people as well but he was someone important to me, and I kinda wish maybe deeply that he would choose me in a certain way although I knew that he wasn’t ready to date openly a trans person… I was quite excited to see Mark again even in that context, cause I know I would have my little revenge. I don’t know the girlfriend very much, but the few interactions we had in campus were polite but tensed. I could see she was feeling threaten by me in a certain way. Of course, they were starting to date with Mark but I think she could smell that something happened between us cause our chemistry would show. I was not too jalous of their relationshitonship at that time cause it was just the beginning and as I was still fucking with her boyfriend I didn’t take their thing to seriously. But when I saw later on that they were serious it kinda pinched me. also I am someone that like to get what she want so not being the one the be chosen kinda hurt my ego not gonna lie.
I like to be noticed when I’m in public specifically with the way I’m dressing even though socially I am shy and calm. So I know I would go dressed in an appealing way just to make sure he would keep staring at me. If he was still the Mark I knew from college, I knew he would totally fall for my cheeks in shorts. I wanted to be unforgettably hot and sexy still keeping it “classy”. I dressed up with knee high heels white boots, a cute white top that would emphasize my small and round hormonals boobs, and of course some shorts that would totally fit the shape of my bubble butt. They were so short that u could see my sexy white lace thong coming out. I felt fakely innocent. I felt slutty being on the very edge of decency so I knew perfectly that I would be the center of attention. Especially to all the horny straight boys.

I arrived at the venue and met some old college comrades. I could feel all the gazes. It was a huge mansion with the view on the lake. Everything decorated in white and light pink with touches of red. Honestly it was beautiful, especially the outside garden where the ceremony would take place. I was wondering how much all of this was costing cause that was looking expensive. I was chatting with two girls casually when I realize that one of the groomsman (let’s call him Luke) was my college dormmate (that’s because I wasn’t outed as a trans person for my first two years of college). I also had a pretty intense secret sex/love relationship with him, quite chaotic as well. Luke is actually one of Mark’s best friend. I met Mark through him. He immediately saw me and I could see him typing some texts on his phone. I pretended I didn’t saw him and waited if he would come to me.

Then few minutes later my phone started buzzing.

“Mark”
I’m glad you came, I allready heard that you are in good shape, looking forward to see you x

I was thrilled on the inside. I couldn’t wait to see him in his groom’s suit. Some people were still coming. Then Luke started heading to my direction. He sorta pretented that he crossed me by chance but I could see his little game. I played it as well and said hi in a suprised way.

“You are… beautiful… I mean, you are certainly not sweating in this outfit, while I am ahah.” Mark laughed nervously and I could see he was actually a bit sweating from his forehead.

“should I take that as a compliment or?” I said in a wondering way.

“I mean, yes… definetly, it’s not surprising of you after all, I mean that in a good way I guess, well anyway I come back to you later” he left.

That whole exchange was weird and honestly I did not feel confortable at all after that conversation. I knew I was overdressed, but those kind of disguised awkward compliments are making me quite insecure about myself. Anyway we sat down few minutes later and the ceremony started. I will skip the details of the ceremony cause that was everything you can imagine of a ceremony. Except few details… I was sitting in the middle of the little crowd but Luke was glancing at me in the weirdest way. I could not really understand what he wanted from me. I even sometimes confronted his gaze but he would just look away. I was confused. I know we never really ended our secret relationship in a proper way. But I never felt we hated each other or something. I was cool with him but he didn’t seemed to be cool with me. When Luke took a seat in the front he sometimes would find a pretext to turn around and gawk at me. He wasn’t the only one gawking. Mark, even if he was busy with the ceremony and being the center of attention, would from time to time glanced at me, I wasn’t sure it was directed to me but I kinda couldn’t stop myself from smiling slightly. The bride was cute but I just couldn’t help but feel better honestly even if I was in a casual outfit while she was supposed to be dressed for one of the most important day of her life.
After they express their vows and everything (which felt kinda fake in a way), after the freshly married cople first dance, everyone was invited to drink, eat, and party. Casual wedding. Then I received a message from Mark.

Meet me in the second floor living room in 30 minutes, on the right

I felt where all of this was going, but couldn’t help being a little bit scared, I don’t know exactly why. I was also getting horny and a little wet. I was trying to keep myself casual. I decided to go congrats in person the newly weds and the interaction felt so tensed as the bride saw me. Also because Mark said to me twice that I looked gorgeous, I knew he would appreciate my outfit, the bride was just pissed of the attention I was receiving. I hugged Mark tightly and waved at the bride saying that I would catch them later as many people would wait to congrats them.
I see that Mark sorta bited his lips when he saw me turning back. It turned me on a lot. Those 25 minutes were going to be very long. Then five minutes before the time I went to the second floor living room. It was empty of people when I arrived. Everyone was outside. I waited on a very chic and confortable sofa quite nervous. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes. I was about to let go of that fantasy I thought I created in my head when I heard the door opening gently then locking. I didn’t turn my head, I was just seated on the sofa legs crossed, sipping my champagne. I felt a presence coming closer and closer until I felt a touch on my left shoulder and on my neck. I felt someone’s breathing and suddenly kisses on my neck while hands rubbing my little boobs on top of my clothes. The smell, the way of touching, of kissing, I immediately recognized it was Mark.

“you are so beautiful, babe. I couldn’t help but stare at you” said Mark while biting my ears.

He had the audacity to call me babe… I couldn’t care less. I was so fucking wet. I felt I just wanted to be his little slut right now. This whole scenery was turning me on so much and plus he was especially hot that day like truly impossible to resist. I was allready moaning softly and breathing deeply. I sticked my tongue out, opened my mouth and tilted my head backward. He spitted in my mouth, like we used to play, and introduced two finger in my mouth like it was some hole to use. I suck them like a dripping ice cream, while looking at him, the top of my head carresing his crotch. He then grabbed my neck, started to choke me, and asked me

“do you want to be my little slut? like you used to be?”

I nodded, feeling the blood being restrained. He then slapped my face, gently,

“good girl, we ain’t got much time tho so you better put of the work and give the best of you”

I finally changed the position and went on my knees on the sofa while undoing his belt and pants. He still kept them just under his dick for emergency reason probably. Gosh I missed this dick. Mark has one of the best dick, straight, veiny, thick and hard with a big head. His cock was 8 inches. The perfect size to swallow and seat on (at least to me). I started sucking him while looking at him in the eyes. I was dribbling a lot, all over my face and he would occasionally stick his dick out of my mouth and slap my face with it, while spreading my saliva all over my face. The smell of his musk started to take over my skin. I could taste he was leaking a lot. I was totally hypnotized. I always loved to way he fucked me always so firm yet so gentle. He was leading me a lot and looking at me like his devoted little girl.

“you’re a good girl, babe. This is the best wedding present.”

His moaning were heavy, I could tell he hasn’t been sucked like that in a long time, but as I was planing on getting more serious, he grabbed me by the hair and told me

“ain’t got time for that, I’m gonna fuck your pussy like the little bitch you are and breed you before my wife”

That turned me on so much I made a small approving noise still his dick in my mouth and started to bend. He came behind me, took off my short and slapped my cheeks.

“I miss that ass fuck” said Mark. I felt his finger caressing and gripping my meat.

“Do u wanna fuck my pussy huney?” I said in the sluttiest voice while slightly turning at him and slipping the thong to the side to uncover my asshole.

He bites his lips and spanked both my cheeks while giving himself a juicy ass job. I kept on hydrating my asshole while he was rubbing his dick and without even warning, totally bare, he pushed against my hole and as if my ass was remembering it, I totally surrendered to the feeling and let it slide pretty quickly inside of me. He let out a big moan while I was biting the leather of the sofa not to scream. It was a bit painfull but I was so wet and turned on that it was already agreable. He didn’t waited to start to thurst me quite hard that his ball were clapping on my ass.

“God I forget how good your pussy feels, you are so thight babe”

“please keep on fucking me I’m all yours. I wanna feel your cock deeper. Harder.”

“you like that dick? Fucking slut. Tell me ur pussy never get fucked like that, that I’m the one that fuck you the best”

I was in ecstasy, I was moaning “yes” while trying to breath. I must admit that even if he was being cocky about himself it was kinda true. He was fucking me like very few did. He was spitting on my back while pulling my hair. I felt like his owned little slut. I felt I was here to empty his balls. Every thurst were a mix between pleasure and pain. His dick felt so good stretching my pussy. I was wondering since how long he didn’t fucked cause I felt all his rage somehow. I could feel I was about to cum whitout even touching myself. His rhythm got even stronger and his breath heavier, I felt his huge dick getting tensed in my hole and suddenly loads and loads of cum painting my insides. I cannot say how much exactly, maybe 8. That’s when I came in my thong, covering my belly as well. I felt full like never. He then leaned for a kiss, the first since 3 years, and it was soft, tender and sincere. I was pretty afraid of post nut clarity but somehow he knew who I was and what he went into. We kissed for few minutes then he told me

“I have to go sweetie, see you downstairs”

He gave me a last little peck then proceed to pull out, I noticed he was still semi hard. I checked the time and it lasted just 20-25 minutes. Not much. But the situation obliged. I would have liked to spend more time, it kinda revived some stuff inside of me I thought were solved. I dressed myself then proceed to leave. I must say that it kinda striked me that I would then have to spend the rest of the night seeing someone pretending to be in love and everything. That was kinda gross to me so I preferred to leave before I was feeling too bad about it. At least I had what I wanted and more.

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/weqr3s/i_mtf_got_invited_to_my_college_straight_m_secret