Author: SufficientReporter71

Taking the bride for a spin – Part 4 [noncon][m30][f30][slowburn]

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For the first month after my covert affair with Sarah, I hardly slept. I was on constant alert, sure that each day I awoke would be my last as a free man. And yet, there were no knocks on my door. No sirens. No investigations. If social media was a reliable source, then life carried on as normal. The perfect crime.

But sleep still eluded me. In every free moment, my mind wandered to that night. That perfect night. My eyes would close and I could feel Sarah’s hands in my own. I could feel her legs wrapped about me. The heat of her pussy as it milked my cock. Her desperate pleas to be filled with my cum. I would replay our homemade video over and over. The undeniable proof of Sarah’s deliciously deceptive deflowering. The video who’s sequence and soundtrack I had practically memorized.

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It had been nearly 6 months now. I was focusing on work, building new friendships, renovating my house, and even the occasional date. Back to my normal self. Read more »

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. Read more »

Taking the bride for a spin – Part 2 [noncon][m30][f30][slowburn]

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I hovered over Sarah’s pale white body, which radiates in what little light snuck past the blackout curtains. Her legs open, our bodies pressed into each other like a snug puzzle. I pressed further into her groin, eliciting a moan. A small, quiet moan that hit my ears like thunder.

As I thought how to proceed, I knew I had two options. I could take her and use her body as I wanted. A rough fuckdoll meant only for my own pleasure. Ruining her wedding night, ruining her life with my cock. There’s a high chance of getting caught, surely she’d eventually protest and resist. Police may be involved. Evidence may be collected. But worst of all, she’d be seen as a victim. Turning my ultimate pleasure into a sob story for her own benefit. Cunt.

I started formulating option two. It was slow, romantic, and pleasurable – for both of us. There was a low – well, lower – chance of getting caught, as long as I could get out before Matt awoke. But I frowned at the thought of her pleasure. Her lack of emotional pain. A perfect end to her boring, middle-class white girl wedding. Read more »

Taking the bride for a spin – Part 1 [noncon][m30][f30][slowburn]

The evening of idiotic wedding customs continued. First was the terribly awkward speeches. Then shitty sway dancing with parents. Cutting the god awful cake. Throwing half dead flowers to a group of desperately unattractive women. And now, throwing bird seed or some other stupid shit at them as they left. At least that officially signaled the end of the evening. Hell, I don’t even know why I went. In another life, I dated Sarah – the bride – and I think she invited me out of nothing more than “I doubt he’ll come” politeness. But here I am.

I was actually one of the first to RSVP, as was evident by my hotel reservation. They reserved a block of 20 or so at some swanky hotel downtown. Doing my best to avoid her family – especially given our history – I opted to reserve my room outside of the block. And since I was in a good mood, I even reserved the Executive Suite, which seemed to be the highest tier available outside of the Newlywed Suite, which was unsurprisingly reserved. Read more »