Taking the bride for a spin – Part 3 [noncon][m30][f30][slowburn]

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Sarah’s thighs slowly released their iron tight grip on my head. She was still breathing rapidly, coming down off the high of her first climax. With a few final flicks of my tongue, I pulled away from her satisfied pussy. The first of multiple non-consensual releases with Matt’s unassuming bride, I hoped.

“That was amazing,” Sarah panted. “I never thought I’d be able to finish on our first time.”

I couldn’t help but to smirk, even if it was obscured by the room’s darkness. “I’m sure you never expected little altar boy Matt to bring you any pleasure tonight,” I thought to myself.

But I wasn’t done. Sarah had been fulfilled, yet my balls continued to be full. It was time to change that. She was still positioned on the edge of the bed. I removed the rest of my own clothing, now standing between Sarah’s open legs, each in our truly natural state. My rock hard dick was practically rubbing against her. From this angle, I could have entered her with ease. But for some reason, that didn’t feel personal enough. I didn’t want to only feel her insides, I wanted to violate her whole body. After all, God’s little virgin Mary deserved to be taken missionary style. How fittingly symbolic.

I should mention, Sarah is a petite girl. Barely over five feet tall. And while she’s thick in all the right places, she could be thrown around with ease. A comforting fact in case things took a poor turn.

I lean towards her body. It takes great restraint to not end this with one swift thrust. Instead, my hands crawl up her sides and position themselves under her arms. In a singular, relatively effortless motion, I pick her up and practically toss both our bodies at once to the head of the king bed, with me landing on top of her, using her deliciously disproportionate tits as a soft cushion for landing.

She laughs, nervously excited for what will happen next. Though the room remains dark, I do my best to avoid close contact with her face. I don’t want to spoil the fun, particularly not yet. I obscure my face by burying it deep in her body, kissing and sucking every part of her shoulders and neck. I admit I may have been a tad aggressive. But the thought of Matt, the man who swore to protect her against harm just hours ago, seeing the marks I had made, drove me crazy.

I was positioned slightly higher than I ultimately needed to be, but purposefully. Our lower halves began to grind together as her legs wrapped around my hips. I could feel my balls rub against her clit, the friction between us escalating to harder, faster, and more pleasurable for us both.

I again hoped that I did not spoil my identity with my lack of protocol knowledge. Did they plan on using a condom? Did they talk about foreplay, positions, or where Matt would cum? These thoughts and fears melted away as I heard Sarah say the sexiest words I had ever – or would ever – hear.

“I want you inside me,” Sarah moaned, her legs raising, not by active choice, but by pure natural instinct. These words were, of course, meant for Matt. The words Matt fantasized about hearing in the moments before taking his dream girl’s virginity. But Matt wasn’t here. He was passed out, a victim of his own self-control. Instead, it was I that hovered over his lover, pinning her down against the weight of my body.

I used my own legs to spread hers out further. I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my groin, the smoothness of her breasts against my chest. I shift my weight, pushing myself just a few inches lower. I reach my hand between us, taking hold of my rigid cock at its base, and slowly guide it towards her. We both shift slightly, accommodating each others required positioning. I feel the point in which her body yields and there is no longer resistance from her soft skin. I had found her entrance, and without any hesitation, began to slowly push towards her.

Imperceptible movements at first. Slow, gentle, yet full of passion. The first shallow thrusts result in little success, but her body gradually begins to oblige me. She’s wet, yet tighter than could ever be imagined. With every push and withdrawal, my cock becomes more covered in her juices. Coating me in her natural lubricant, allowing each following thrust to be more fruitful. I gradually open her, forcing my way through her virgin hole.

To Sarah’s credit, she takes her first dick well. The pressure inside her, though slightly painful, brings pleasure, both physical and emotional. Her husband, she thinks, is sealing their lifelong bond together. Joining them together as one, interlocking their hearts as much as their bodies.

It takes several minutes, unhurried and tender. I’m nearly two thirds inside her when her pussy finally relents to me. With a final firm thrust, I bury myself deep inside. She lets out a moan, louder and more primal than the ones that preceeded it. I pause to enjoy the moment, to enjoy the tightness that surrounded my cock as she enjoyed the fullness that filled her. I reflect on impossible circumstances that brought me here.

The moment I penetrated her, it was done. Permanent. I had taken her most sacred attribute – her virginity. It was mine forever, and nobody else – especially Matt, could ever have it. He could beg, he could plead, but it would be useless. The second my cock was buried inside his wife, she was mine.

I withdraw my member half way, then slowly push back inside. I do it again, still slowly, but with more force. I do this over and over, increasing the intensity each time. I take her hands, one in each of mine, and pin them to the bed, near either side of her head. Her hips react to each thrust, her legs trying to pull me deeper and deeper as I slam inside of her.

She’s not screaming, but she’s vocal. Her body answering the animalistic need for my cock to fuck her. They’re now long, deep, and hard thrusts. Our bodies clap together in a symphony of wicked delight. Her perfect tits bounce against my chest, heavenly pillows to shoulder my weight as I press more deeply inside her. I release my left hand and move it down to her chest, firmly grasping her breast in my hand, eliciting further moans of ecstacy from my unwilling partner.

I don’t know if I would even call it fucking at this point. We were making love. Our bodies moved as one, as only a smitten young couple could do. And to be fair, that’s exactly what Sarah thought she was doing.

We kept this up for several minutes. I explored every inch of her body, inside and out. Long, deep thrusts, over and over, only stopping occasionally to change pace or the angle. And the last angle must have been perfect. As I slammed into Matt’s wife, I could feel her breathing accelerate. Her moans became higher pitched and carried a new sense of desperation

This triggered my own natural response, my body desperate for release. I could feel pressure building deep within my pelvis, becoming stronger with each stroke. Her pussy gripped tight, jerking me exactly as it was designed to do. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, and with great regret and hesitation, announced as such to Sarah, in a desperate attempt to avoid spilling the evidence of my crime inside her.

But the response she provided offered me no choice – even if I wanted to, the most disciplined man couldn’t oppose her wishes.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum too,” Sarah whimpered, “Just cum inside me.”

We had dated 7 years, and I had never heard Sarah use any profane language. This by itself turned me on, the fact that I could secularize her mind with my cock. But of course, what pushed me over the edge, was the second part of her sentence.

As I kept pounding her, I could feel my balls tighten. I had reached the point of no return, and nature would take it’s course. The innate desire to breed the woman squirming under me took over. I completed one last thrust inside her, bottoming out just slightly as I held myself in place, balls deep.

Matt remained passed out in the hallway, perhaps dreaming of his perfect and pure Sarah. But had he been conscious, even just slightly, he’d hear the distant, stifled moans of his wife, cumming willingly on her rapist’s cock, as I emptied my balls inside her.

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For a few moments after, I remained on top of her, both of us relishing in our recent accomplishment. I knew I needed to make a swift and inconspicuous departure, as we had now reached the point where lights may be expected to turn on or non-whisper voices would be be used. Knowing they would likely be my last, I took two or three final thrusts in the girl I had just violated, before removing myself from her pussy’s tight grip, feeling my seed spill out as I did so.

I’m almost immediately hit with a moment of clarity, and acted fast. Within a minute, I’m dressed and ready to make my escape. I remember the camera that I had placed precariously on the nightstand, hoping the angle concealed me while doing our rendezvous justice. Before I leave, I take one final risk, and whisper in her ear.

“I decided to record our first time together,” I said softly into her ear, ensuring no future doubt or confusion.  Though the phone screen was still black, I pulled back and pointed the camera at her, hoping that I was adequately capturing her fully exposed, used body. Panning up and down to make sure an inch wasn’t missed. Even if the night vision mode was ultimately grainy and miscolored, it would be undoubtedly Sarah who was captured in this devilish digital memory.

“Matt!” she exclaimed, half laughing, half alarmed.

But I didn’t allow her to get too riled up. With one last whisper, I told her that I would finally get her that drink, and disappeared into the shadows towards the door. But I never stopped recording with her phone. I made my way out of the room, where her comatose lover remained. I pointed the camera directly at Matt’s motionless body, the final scene of Sarah and Matt’s special wedding night video.

I walked hurriedly down the hall, around the nearest corner, with the sole purpose of being out of view. I open her phone and quickly fast forward through the video. With a bit of luck, the way I had set it up on the bedside stand was perfect, capturing every moment of our unsanctioned fuck, while still obscuring the identity of her new lover. I go to a private file sharing website that I’m familiar with, create a new account, and upload the full video. This takes a full agonizing minute before it’s complete. I then re-open the video from her phone’s gallery, and edit out the last 30 seconds.

Now, instead of the last scene showing Matt laying on the floor of the hotel hallway, my home video instead ended on the sexy up and down pan of Sarah’s deflowered, cum covered body.

I saved the video, turn off the phone, and silently move back towards Matt. With great risk, I set the phone besides him and position myself in a way that I could quickly escape to the nearest hall corner. I line up my foot and give him a forceful kick in the side, sprinting off before I could see its result. As I peer around the corner, I can see that he is stirring. Not alarmed or searching for an intruder, but slowly waking up from his drunken stupor.

They would watch this video together, I was sure, fond of the passionate memories they had created. Sarah would use it as a vivid visual aid, recalling the events of the evening’s pleasure. Matt would join her – though the alcohol clouded his recollection, these new false memories would be just as tantalizing.

Perhaps one day, I would share with them the director’s cut.

(To be continued)

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