0 comments/ 33965 views/ 1 favorites The Dirtiest Wedding Ever By: Slimytaco I had known Brett for years. We had always been very good friends. As such we talked about everything. His biggest hang-up as my best friend was, that I didn't really date. He always told me that I was hot, and should have guys wrapped around my fingers. I'm five foot six, I've got a twenty-four year old's firm d-cups and I'm not a bit overweight. So I DO get a lot of attention from men. Brett on the other hand doesn't date a girl for more than two months, is prone to yelling matches for break-ups and is really only interested in sex. One friday night I got very drunk, and we started talking. Under the influence of 'truth malt' I told him something very deep and dark about myself. I told Brett, that I was into kink. I spent many nights at home with a large vibrator and a stack of porn. Very unlady-like I know. I told him that my fantasies revolved around groups of men, me being very submissive, and maybe even a little humiliated. I told him, that my fantasies were safer than the type of men that I fantasized about. Brett, as I'm sure most men would be, was very interested. The night wore on, and the drink flowed easily. We began building my 'perfect' mate. With him asking the questions and me thinking long and hard of the answers, my dream/nightmare man began to take shape. I did want him to be attractive although that wasn't the drive, and as I found out I really was VERY submissive, somehow the act of saying it all out loud for the first time ever was awakening something. He needed to tell me what to do, but more than that he needed to make me do things that I wouldn't want to, to excercise that control. I did want to be had by many men, I wanted it to be an inconvenience. This man had to expose me, really display me I had to be like a possession to him. As I told all of this to Brett I got hornier and hornier. "so let me get this straight Sloan." Brett said. "This guy can fuck you whenever and wherever he wants, you want to be shared with his friends, you want him to expose you, in public I'm guessing?" I nodded. "Does he have to be faithful to you?" "No." I said after a good pause to think. "In fact if he weren't and made me aware of it, it would probably turn me on. Kind of rub my face in it y'know." I said slurring slightly, it was now three am and I was hammered. I slumped back on the couch at my apartment and looked over at Brett through fuzzy drunk eyes. Brett appeared deep in thought. Not long after I passed out. My sleep was filled with sordid images. When I woke up something felt out of place. I was still on the couch laying on my side. I realized that I was naked. The morning sun was streaming in. I opened my eyes and started to sit up. My hang-over hadn't really begun yet and I was only mildly woozy. It was then that I saw Brett sitting in the easy chair where he had been sitting last night. He was just looking at me, my clothes were folded neatly on the coffee table between us. "Brett?" I said, "Did you take off my clothes?" "Yep." Brett said readily. "Why?" I asked. "You have to ask." Brett said. "You're mine now." "I really said all that last night didn't I?" I asked. "Oh yeah, and what's more. You are exactly what I have always wanted in a woman. To make it better I've known you for years so it just feels right. I might take some time getting used to being hard on you, but I know I'll get the hang of it. My own personal slut, a fuck-toy to do with as I please." Brett said. Inside my stomach was doing cartwheels, I was a very scared, and felt like I was going to explode. Under all that though there was something beginning to open it's eyes something that wanted it very very badly. "Brett, I don't know, you're my friend...I don't..." I said. "I'm not asking permission." Brett said interupting me. "Besides you know I'm an alright guy, we've been friends so I'm safe, and you've told me flat out, I don't need to ask permission. The only thing that I need to ask, and I was up all night debating it is this. Hold on for just a moment." Brett got up and went in the other room. He came back out with four of his friends in tow. I sat up with a bolt covering myself as best I could. "Sloan." Brett said kneeling down in front of me, then reaching out to place my hands by my side. "What I'm about to ask you is a life-long commitment, I wholly expect you to say yes, but even if you don't I still plan to use you for as long as I can." He paused, looking me up and down, we had known each-other so long and he had never seen me in anything skimpier than a bikini, now I sat naked before him and his friends. "Will you marry me?" Brett asked. "Will you be my bride to do whatever I want forever?" Something clicked and I remembered that Brett had a trust-fund that he couldn't touch until he was married. "The trust fund?" I asked knowing my long-time friend. "As long as I'm going to have a personal slut, I'm going to have some money out of the deal." Brett said pushing my knees apart. "Say yes." Brett said. I sat naked in my living room as Brett ran a finger along my pussy. His friends glared down at me leering "Yes." I said. "Alright guys, you can leave." Brett said. "I'll call you when I get bored and you can have a turn." Brett turned his attention to me then and slid a finger into me. "Your life just changed forever Sloan, God you're hot! Tomorrow after you've fucked as much as I think I want you to we'll start planning the wedding." Brett said as he took down his pants and pushed me down onto the couch. "Do I get a ring?" I asked. Brett began to push himself into me. "Yeah, I'll take you out for it on monday." Brett said and began to fuck me. "By the way, where do you keep the vibrator and porn?" -I could not believe the course that my life was about to take. I was scared shitless little did I know what was coming. Please stay tuned. The Dirtiest Wedding Ever Ch. 02 I lay on my back on the couch, Brett was over me moaning as he fucked me. I couldn't believe it was happening. When he finally came deep inside my pussy, he pushed himself up looking down at me smiling. "God Sloan you are so fucking hot." He said. I'm five foot six, with D-cups, light brown hair and a really fit body. Brett didn't pull out right away. I could feel him softening as he bent forward to kiss my nipples. "I can't wait to show you off." Last night despite us having been friends for years I had confessed my submissive side to him. (see part one) Now it looked as though I was going to become his sex slave. A million thoughts swarmed through my head. I really had never dated very much preferring fantasy to reality. Now having confessed myself to my friend I found myself beneath him wondering what was going to come next. He had already shown me off to some of his friends and told them they could fuck me later. I was so nervous, and I had told him I would marry him! He had a huge trust fund that he couldn't get without a wife. Brett pulled out and brought his flaccid penis to my face. "Clean this off for me." He said. I looked up at him, he down at me, his expression testing trying to see what I was thinking. I began to lick his cum and my juices from his cock. He smiled again approvingly. For the remainder of the morning as we wallowed in our hangovers he didn't allow me to shower. He got my porn and vibrators out of the bedroom and had me put on a show of inserting some of my toys into my ass and pussy. He took delight in my level of discomfort as I showed off for him. For my part I obeyed as my mind raced wondering what was happening. Later that day he invited his friends back over. When my doorbell rang he instructed me to go down and let them in. "I can buzz them." I said. "No I want you to walk downstairs and open the door for them." Brett said opening my apartment door to the hallway. I closed my eyes and stepped out into the hall. I lived on the third floor and I was acutely aware of the light trickle of semen running down my thigh, every sweaty smear of my filthy body as I began down the steps. As I neared the bottom I could see them looking up at me through the front door. Anticipating me. There were four of them, they had come over to fuck me. I felt sick to my stomach. They nodded approvingly and pointed up at me exchanging vulgarities with each-other. I opened the door and they were all over me, groping and grabbing as I led them up to my apartment. We were barely in the door when I felt myself being pushed downwards towards the couch, a moment later as my face pressed against the pillows the first one entered me. I was very well used by this point and he slipped in easily. As I began to pant in time with his rhythm another lifted my head and fed his penis into my mouth. "Hey, you're all invited to the wedding." Brett said as he paced slowly around the scene unfolding. There were hands everywhere, pulling and kneading my breasts, I felt fingers in my asshole, tugging my clitoris, fingers going through my hair holding my head on the shaft that intruded into my mouth. A feeling welled up in my loins and spread outwards and I began to come. The most ferocious orgasm I had ever felt centered on my clitoris and tore upwards along my spine making my nipples tingle. Waves of pleasure, lust, and embarrassment cut through me as my body spasmed. The guy fucking me began to tense up and he too came sending another load of semen into my now slick cunt. As he withdrew another replaced him, this one entering me anally. I shut my eyes trying not to lose the orgasm as this new sensation took over. Inch by inch I felt him spreading my anus, the sensation itself was not new to me, just the fact there was a man attached to the phallus. "My family is going to want to meet yours, so it will have to be a formal wedding. I think I can get a cash advance to pay for it though." Brett said, thinking out loud. "Oh man, we can do the slut wedding thing, white lingerie and a veil!" Brett said, the guy I was sucking began to come spurting semen down my throat and then withdrawing to coat my face. Brett stopped to watch. I looked up at Brett as I felt the tip of the penis smearing cum across my cheek. He moved and the last guy took his place. "Hey, maybe instead of a garter she can throw her panties." The guy I was blowing offered. "Yeah." Brett said, then paused for a minute. "No, we'll have a garter at the end of a strand of anal beads so as it comes down the beads pop out one by one." Had they said my family was going to be there? I thought to myself. A few moments later I had cum dribbling from my asshole and all over my chest. They had me parade around in front of them. I felt so depraved, they had me put on a pair of panties until they were ready to go again. Once they were hard they removed the panties and had me lick the crotch clean. All the while the wedding plans were set. Talk of the bachelor party, bridal shower, and honeymoon was also set in motion. I fell asleep in a near comatose state a cum-covered mess, only to wake up crusty and alone on my bed. There was a note stuck to my wall. -Sloan I emptied your bureaus, I'm going to go through your clothes and pick the stuff I like, get some rest and get cleaned up, tomorrow morning at nine am sharp, we're going ring shopping! I looked at the clock, it was one in the afternoon Sunday. My body was mostly numb, and a little sore. I drew a hot bath and soaked for more than an hour, refreshing the hot water twice. When I got out of the tub, I looked for something to put on, all I was able to find were my crusty panties from the previous night and a see through bra. I hand washed the panties rather than even attempt to head to the basement where the community laundry was. They didn't dry out until after supper, but I was kind of used to being naked by that point. Ring shopping, I quivered at the thought. Please stay tuned, I can't go through this alone...