[MFF] The Wedding Plan: Something Borrowed [Cheating] [BDSM] [DDlg] [cuck] [exhibitionism]

“This is crazy.”

I laughed.

“It’s your wedding day,” I said. “Of course it’s crazy.”

As the Bride, you still needed to be in your fluffy white dress, bouncing around the reception. The first dance, cutting the cake and throwing the flowers were still on the agenda. Somewhere in this madness, you were hoping to have a second to gather your thoughts.

You were always the good girl. You focused hard in college and didn’t bother dating. Your best friend Bethany swore that you had no social life whatsoever, always turning down double-dates and parties.

That bitch confessed that she was worried you would still be a virgin in your 40s, given that you never got out and mingled.

Bethany didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about.

We met your freshman year of college. I was already nearly twice your age, deep in the “creepy” range of age gaps. But you knew. You knew that you were *really* attracted older men, and curious about kink.

I wasn’t even your first.

The innocent virgin that Bethany thought you were is a complete fabrication. You were just a discrete, smart slut.

Honestly, I was surprised at how apt of a fucktoy you were – the eagerness, the happiness, the flexibility. You came to me with kinks that you were curious about, and we meshed quickly.

By winter break, you didn’t bother looking for anyone else. You had your Daddy.

The brainwashing? That was accidental. And really, your fault.

You decided pretty early on that it was easy to cum to the sound of my voice.

Porn wasn’t doing it for you. But Daddy saying, “Cum for me, you little slut” hit that button for you every time. You collected an array of recordings, and trained yourself to be a good girl, cumming over and over again to my command.

I had to be careful with you. It was far too easy to abuse this power over a sexy, eager college girl that would do ANYTHING I told her. I’d like to think that I was fair in my use of you.

I held off asking to do anything too extreme with you, but I also agreed to every insane, wild idea you had. All but one: being used on your wedding day.

“Besides, you know this is your choice,” I said. “You can stop this, or you can cum for me, you little slut.”

Your face dropped. I could see the turmoil. It was fun.

“Now?” you whispered.

And you would have, too, if I told you too. But I’m nice.

“Not now, young lady,” I said. “Go cut your cake. Soon.”

You bounced back over to your groom, the cuck Charles.

Honestly, I didn’t put him in your path. When I left town, when you finally started dating, you two accidentally found each other. He didn’t fully realize it was *YOU* until after you sucked his cock again (this time without the blindfold, or so I’ve been told).

You were so excited when you realized he was kinky, you should have done a better job with the power exchange. Instead, you were dumb enough to make him a promise – whatever he wanted done to you, you would gladly let it happen.

He teased you with the possibilities of a tattoo or a brand, and you didn’t set a limit. Then he floated the idea – what if you two brought in a third person? Again, you didn’t say no.

I wonder, did you start to fantasize then that it would be me?

He knew exactly what he wanted, too. He was so giddy getting in touch with me. And we started planning.

This is your day, slut. And all you can think about is how you belong to Daddy and are marrying a cuck.

At least Ashley beat out Bethany for the bouquet.

Oh, and I noticed that you picked Ashley to help you switch out of your dress and into your travel outfit. I take it you two have something to talk about? Like how *she* called me Daddy and just watched your new husband eat my cum out of your pussy?

On curiosity alone, I had to follow you two. I winked to Charles, and headed back. No one was guarding the door this time. I pushed the door open quietly.

“He didn’t tell me,” Ashley said.

Ashley spotted me and froze for a moment. I held my finger to my lips for a second, and she nodded. You were still facing away from the door, waiting for the back of your dress to get fully unhooked.

“You knew, though,” you said.

“I figured it out,” Ashley said. “Then he figured it out. He was telling me about his plan to fuck a former slut of his at her wedding, and one of his voyeurs was the groom. I always kind of suspected you *might* have been that one. And Charles fit the description of the voyeur. So I asked Charles if he knew Daddy.”

You let out a little grumble, and a soft whisper of, “Daddy.”

The top was finally loose enough to let you step out of the dress. Seeing you stripped down to lace lingerie, I couldn’t resist.

It took me three steps to close the distance. You started to react to my footsteps, but it was too late. I was on you, my hand over your mouth to hold back any screams, my other arm wrapped around you to pin your arms to your side.

“You called?” I asked.

When I was sure you wouldn’t scream, I let my hand drop.

I moved my hand down to your neck, then gave you a slow kiss. You were eager to return it. Then I started to squeeze my hand, tighter and tighter. I could feel your lips curl into a smile as I pulled away.

“There’s Daddy’s Little Slut,” I said.

“People,” you said. “There’s people. Waiting. Outside. Out at the reception.”

I smiled.

“Your husband is taking care of them,” I said. “Ashley, could I *borrow* you?”

She started grinning like a demonic cat.

“Yes Daddy,” she said.

Ashley went over to her bag and started rummaging for something. I didn’t let you watch.

“Now, babygirl, this is a very, *very* big day with lots of emotions and surprises,” I said. “Take a moment, take a breath, and tell me how you’re feeling. Stoplight.”

I relaxed my hand around your neck and watched your tits rise as you took a long, slow, calming breath in, just like I taught you all those years ago. You closed your eyes, breathed again, then opened them. Looking at me, I felt the warmth of all the times I put you back together after breaking you apart.

“Green,” you said.

Our anti-safeword, the opposite of Red, the code for don’t stop keep going.

“That’s a good little slut,” I said. “Be a good girl and I won’t mess up your hair. Crawl. Over here.”

You followed my guiding hand to the small bed in the corner of the changing area. I positioned you on the corner, ass in the air and mouth perfectly lined up to my crotch. I unzipped. You don’t hesitate. It’s muscle memory now.

“Something old, something new,” I said, trying to control my breathing. You always were a pro cocksucker. “Something borrowed, something blue.”

Without being told to, you took a moment to give my balls a gentle sucking. It was probably a sneaky way to catch your breath. But I enjoyed it.

“Old was easy,” I said. “I’m the Old, obviously.”

You let out a small moan. Me being older than you was always a turn-on.

“New was a bit tricky,” I continued. “But that cage around your husband’s cock is pretty new. So that counts. Borrowed. Borrowed is where I was stumped for a bit. I talked it over with Ashley here, didn’t I?”

“Yes Daddy,” Ashley replied from behind you, closer than you expected her to be. Her tone was different than when you talked to her normally. It was so eager and sultry. Honestly, it was how you sounded when you talked to me. I moved my cock back to your mouth.

“She had a very good suggestion,” I said. “We could borrow *her.”*

On cue, you felt Ashley’s fingers on your pussy. The feel of cold lube pushing between your lips. You were already dripping, how much more messy did we need to make your cunt?

And then, it pushed inside of you. A thick, slightly soft monster of latex. Thicker than Daddy’s cock. Ridiculously bigger than the dick you’ve been fucking the past year. As you started to scream, I calmly pushed my cock to the back of your throat. You’re barely able to make a sound.

“That’s a good little slut,” I whispered. “Take Ashley’s cock like a good girl. There. Good.”

You and Ashley are a lot alike, but only half of the time. You’re Daddy’s Little Cumslut, she’s Daddy’s Little Brat. And this particular brat doesn’t like not being the center of attention.

But she DOES like to take out her frustrations on the other sluts Daddy likes to fuck.

And you still love to get fucked without mercy.

“Ashley, let’s see if this little cumslut can sit on your cock,” I said. “Lay down over there.”

Ashley gave a quick pout. She obviously wanted to hurt you a bit more. But with me giving her a stern look, she pulled her dildo out of your pussy and moved to the part of the bed I motioned for her to.

Getting a look at her strap-on, it didn’t look *that* huge. Not compared to things you’ve done in the past. Were you losing your touch? No. You needed to impress Daddy. You eagerly moved over to her, spread your legs and let the dildo fill your pussy. It felt so good, being a slut for Daddy, riding your bridesmaid during the reception.

But I wasn’t moving to put my cock back in your mouth.

“Daddy?” You asked.

“Lean forward,” I said, pushing against your back. You pushed your tits into Ashley’s face. She grabbed a tit and immediately bit your nipple.

“Ow!” You start to yell, only to get my hand over your mouth.

“Ashley, no,” I said. “No noise.”

The brat started to pout again.

With my body against your back, you realized why I wasn’t using your mouth. You are nothing more than three fuckholes for me. And I haven’t had a chance to use the third yet.

“Oh,” you start to moan. “Oh Daddy.”

Some women hate anal. Some love it. Some love to hate it.

With you, we found out that I can be as rough as I want, fucking you hard and making you see stars of pain, and you’ll turn those stars into hearts of joy.

You really are a dirty little whore, aren’t you?

I didn’t realize how much it hurt to ravage someone’s asshole. It wasn’t something I planned on letting anyone do to me anytime soon. But you described it for me. Seering, blinding pain. A goal to work through, just to impress me.

The power I have over you is what turns me on.

Though you do have an amazing ass, too.

“Please Daddy,” you said in a soft quiver. “Please may I… I… I… fuck.”

It was going to be difficult for you to think tonight. I grabbed your hair and pulled your ear to me.

“Cum for me, you little slut,” I said.

You definitely forgot about controlling your noise. I gave a couple more hard strokes before I let loose, feeling my cock start to cum inside of you.

“Good girl,” I said. “Get your clothes back on.”

You nodded, then wobbled over on shaky legs to your neatly piled-up get-away clothes.

“Ashley,” I said. “Clean me up.”

The brat pouted, but did has she was told, licking off the cum and sweat from my cock.

Even with her mouth on me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I had what I wanted.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zr27bb/mff_the_wedding_plan_something_borrowed_cheating