4 comments/ 81974 views/ 66 favorites A Wedding Day Treat for Rachel By: roganwriter All of the characters in this story are over the age of 18. Rachel and Emily are 21 and 22 respectively, John is in his mid-forties. * * * "Wow! Emily it's stunning! You look absolutely beautiful!" Rachel tried her best to act like it was the first time she'd seen Emily's wedding dress, and she thought she'd got away with it, as her best friend walked into the room, smiling from ear to ear. "Thanks Rach! You look pretty ravishing yourself!" Emily bounded up to Rachel throwing her arms around her and hugging her tightly. "Did I or did I not find you the hottest bridesmaid dress ever!?!" "You definitely did! I'm a bit worried my tits might fall out though Em, would it have killed you to pick something with a bit more support?" Rachel joked. "I would consider it a crime to keep these puppies locked away." Emily playfully grabbed a hold of Rachel's large pert breasts and wobbled them vigorously, as they both fell about laughing. "Oh! Did I tell you? I ended up getting my dress half price!" Emily said excitedly. Rachel's stomach dropped. "Really? How come?" She probed tentatively. "Well apparently the guy at the bridal shop snagged it on a nail! It's all right though, he repaired the damage and I can't even tell, so it's a win-win I say!" Rachel sighed with relief. Granted it was unlikely he would have told her what really happened. If anything she was the one who had the win-win that day. "Lucky you! I still can't believe you're getting married today!" Rachel changed the subject as quickly as she could. "I know! I hope it all goes smoothly, I'm a bit worried about my dad and my mum's new boyfriend making a scene." "They wouldn't though would they? Not on your big day?" Rachel took Emily by the hand consolingly. "Brian's promised not to, but you know what my dad can be like, he can be hot headed at times. He hasn't really got over the divorce yet I think." Tears began to pool in the corners of Emily's eyes. "Oh Em! Don't get upset, only happy tears are permitted today. I'll keep them in line. Nothing and I mean nothing is going to spoil my best friend's wedding day, I'll make sure of it." She handed a wad of tissues to Emily who dabbed at her eyes. "Thanks Rach, my mascara's not running is it?" "No it's fine, but when is your car arriving?" Her question was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. "It's here!" They both screamed with excitement. "Right last minute checks." Emily said whilst making her way over to the bedroom mirror. Emily's chestnut hair had been stylishly plated and pulled back into a twisted bun. She wore a shimmering eye shadow which highlighted her hazel eyes and a glossy clear lipstick. Rachel by comparison rarely needed to wear any make-up, she was naturally stunning, with deep glacier blue eyes, a slender button nose and full pink lips. Her normally luscious wavy blonde hair had been straightened today and pulled back into a ponytail, the base of which was threaded with purple flowers to match her dress. Two loose golden strands of hair hung down, framing her gorgeous heart shaped face. "Does the bride look hot? Check!" Rachel said with a wink. "Does my maid of honour look hot? Check!" Emily returned the compliment and they made their way to the stairs, both laughing and screaming again. The atmosphere downstairs was tense. Emily's father John had arrived to pick up his daughter in a swanky Rolls Royce her mum Karen had hired for the special day. Karen invited him inside but John had said he'd rather wait by the car until Emily was ready. John hadn't been back to the house he and Karen once shared for four years, not since the divorce. Being back here now was filling him with conflicting emotions. It was one of the proudest days of his life, seeing his one and only daughter getting married, but starting the day off at his old house, surrounded by so many memories of his own failed marriage was not how he would have wished it. There was a hush in Emily's lounge as the stairs creaked and the bottom Emily's dress came into view, followed by a chorus of oohs and aahs as she gracefully descended into full view. Her mum immediately burst into tears and ran to hug her daughter. "You look b...b...beautiful." Her mum sobbed. Emily gave her another squeeze before going to greet the other dozen or so family members who were packed into their tiny lounge. Rachel's entrance wasn't quite as dramatic but she certainly made an impression on every male relative of Emily's, who stood open mouthed, staring gormlessly as the stunning 21 year old walked into view. Her purple satin bridesmaids dress clung to her every curve. As the dress had such a low plunging back, it exposed her tanned and toned physique, but it also made wearing a bra impossible. Rachel's huge 32FF breasts encased in only a thin clinging layer of satin, bounced and jiggled freely with every step she took. The men's heads all bobbed in unison with her incredible cleavage, as she too descended the stairs. "Wowzers!" One of Emily's 15 year old cousins couldn't hold his tongue and his mother clipped him around the head. "Rachel, you look lovely." A still sobbing Karen pulled Rachel into an equally vice like bear hug. "You too Mrs Saunders." She replied, checking to make sure Karen's make-up hadn't rubbed off onto her. Rachel wasn't oblivious to the effect she had on most men, she relished the power it gave her over them. As she looked around at all the guests packed into Emily's small lounge, she noted with glee some of their ill-disguised, pained expressions of lust that many of them were trying to hide from their wives. One guy who was sat on the sofa, was trying to subtly drag a cushion over his lap, unable to look away from the buxom blonde bridesmaid who had descended the stairs like an angel from heaven. This just made Rachel smile, knowing full well all the dirty thoughts that must be tumbling around in his brain at that moment. The excited wedding party gathered their possessions and headed for the front door. Emily handed Rachel a beautiful bouquet of purple and cream tulips to hold, which matched her dress and the flowers in her hair perfectly. It was a fairly cold and blustery day outside. Fortunately there was a thick band of double pleated satin around the top of Rachel's dress, which mostly concealed her hardening nipples from view as a gust of wintry air swept across the wedding party. As she looked down to check, she could see goosebumps covering the exposed top halves of her mountainous breasts. Emily's dad John got out of the gleaming white Rolls Royce with a huge smile on his face, kissing his daughter on both cheeks, looking like the proudest man on earth. Rachel thought John scrubbed up pretty well in his dark grey suit and purple cravat. She hadn't seen him since Emily's parents got divorced and he certainly looked a lot different now. In all her memories of him whenever she had gone round to Emily's after school, he was always very mucky and sweaty, coming home late from a long day at the building site and slumping in front of the T.V with a can of beer in hand. She'd never really even noticed how tall he was, he must be over 6 foot, with a masculine square jaw, smoky grey eyes and short black hair. Bad Rachel! Very bad Rachel! She thought to herself as her mind began to wander to places she wished it wouldn't. She couldn't help it though, it was very hard to control. All of her amazing recent experiences with older guys, just added to her horniness. This was different though, he was Emily's father, she could never do anything to jeopardise her friendship with Emily. That didn't stop the butterflies squirming through her stomach and the rush of blood she now felt, warming her cheeks, as she thought about what it would be like to straddle John on the back seat of this beautiful Rolls Royce and fuck his brains out. "Dad you remember Rachel." Emily gestured to her friend. John's eyes widened slightly. "Of course, hello Rachel, It's good to see you again." "Hi Mr Saunders." Rachel's voice came out in an unusually high pitched squeak as she was snapped from her daydream. "Please, call me John." His voice by comparison was deep and rich. "Hi John." Rachel smiled and to save further embarrassment, she quickly turned and headed towards Karen's car, still pink in the face. John was stunned as he watched her leave. He remembered his daughter's old friend, but only as a bit of a ditzy blonde teenager. He recalled Karen used to say that with looks like hers she would be a heart breaker one day and now he realised why. Good looking didn't sum her up any more, if he had to describe in one word the vision of beauty walking away from him to his ex-wife's car, it would be breath-taking. * * * There was minimal conversation between John and Emily on the drive to the church. She just assumed he must be feeling nervous as her dad was never the quite type, but truthfully Johns head was in a complete spin. He couldn't help but think about Rachel, all done up in her bridesmaid dress, she was easily the sexiest woman he'd ever laid his eyes on. John tried hard to put all thoughts of Rachel out of his mind during the church ceremony but it was useless. He beamed with pride as his one and only daughter drifted elegantly down the aisle as the organs began playing the wedding march, but he couldn't help frequently glancing over her shoulder at the stunning girl walking slowly behind her. Rachel was loving the amount of attention she was receiving, she knew how hot she looked and was relishing having every male eye turn her way. What they didn't know though was something that was making Rachel exceptionally horny today. She had done exactly what she'd told Alan, the bridal shop employee, she would do and had purposely not worn any panties. Her excuse to him being that the figure hugging dress would show off her pantyline, which was true, but Rachel had to admit to herself that the thought of not wearing any underwear at all, under such a sexy dress, was a massive turn on for her. It was a new experience, she felt so naked and exposed, as her every curve was displayed to the whole church, concealed under just a thin layer of tight satin. Tears filled her eyes as her best friend was saying her vows to Dan, but her mind kept wondering if any of the onlookers had figured out her naughty little pantyless secret. A shiver of excitement rushed through her as she thought about it. The ceremony was sealed with a kiss and before long the procession of family and friends were filing out through the big oak doors at the end of the church. The air was suddenly filled with confetti as the blushing bride and her new husband made their way outside. It was still very windy, people were holding onto their hats to stop them blowing away. Rachel was trying hard to keep her composure as the freezing gusts made their way up and under her dress, adding to her feeling of nakedness, as the cold draughts of air sent tingles across her cleanly shaven pussy and up through her entire body. Cameras were flashing away from all angles, a fair few trained solely on the buxom bridesmaid, ignoring the actual bride completely. Emily didn't seem to notice in all the commotion as her best friend posed and pouted for pictures, loving the attention. Suddenly as the large crowd of guests began making their way towards their cars to head to the reception, Rachel felt something brush against her bottom. She thought nothing of it, perhaps it was accidental. There were a large amount of people packed closely together in the church grounds after all. Then it happened again, this time she knew it was definitely intentional as she felt a cold hand cup her right cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze. She spun around, shocked and annoyed that anyone could be so bold. A group of Dan's friends were walking in the opposite direction, laughing and high fiving each other, a few glancing back in her direction. She threw them all a scowl of annoyance but deep down she couldn't help feel a little bit smug. * * * The champagne was flowing throughout the meal and by the time the speeches were wrapping up Rachel could feel herself getting ever so slightly tipsy. She was sat opposite John at the head table, he looked so handsome in his sharp dark grey suit. The problem was her vivid imagination and alcohol were proving to be a disastrous combination. There was no way to stop herself from mentally undressing him with her eyes, wondering what it would be like to crawl under the table and choke herself on his dick. Emily would never forgive her if anything did happen, she knew that much for sure, but that didn't stop an endless stream of filthy thoughts racing through her brain. She could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second, as she sipped her drink, licking the sweet taste of champagne from her lips. It seemed to Rachel that there was something up with John, he hadn't touched much of his meal and kept glancing at his ex-wife and her new boyfriend as they boisterously laughed and joked with the newly married couple. It must be hard for him seeing Karen so happy, Rachel thought, remembering Emily saying he hadn't gotten over the divorce yet, it seemed like she was right. The truth was that John had hardly given Karen a second thought, he was trying his hardest to avoid looking in Rachel's direction, she was the most cock stiffening girl he had ever seen, if only he were 20 years younger. The tables began emptying as the DJ started up his set, many of the wedding guests took to the dance floor, following the lead of the happy couple after they finished their first dance. Rachel was having a lot of fun dancing with Emily and a few of her other friends. She was completely unaware of the show she was giving to many an admiring guest, as she jumped around to some classic 90's cheesy pop classics. Her incredible tits were swaying and bouncing freely, unrestrained by any bra. Their perfect shape and size were hypnotizing more than a few keen watchers. "Right ladies, time to get this party started, who's up for a tequila?" A chorus of cheers rose from the group of girls. There was a fairly large queue at the bar, all the drinks were free and it seemed like everyone was taking as much advantage of that as they could. Rachel had been waiting for a while to be served, when she felt somebody push up against her from behind, this sort of thing was to be expected at a busy bar, but Rachel was still at the back so there was plenty of room to stand either side of her. She looked around to see who it was and immediately recognised the guy who'd been receiving all the high fives from his mates after groping her ass earlier that day. These kinds of cocky jerks really pissed her off. It was true that on occasion she had used them to get her sexual fix, they were an easy source for a quick fuck, but that was always on her terms, she would be the one to flirt with them and then if it took her fancy she would shag them senseless. They definitely weren't her preferred type, she liked the quieter guys, the ones who were never arrogant enough to think they even had a chance with a girl like her. She loved to tease them, to wind them up to boiling point and then literally blow their minds. He gave her a wink. Rachel turned back around giving him an annoyed "tttssss" hoping that he would get the message and back off. No such luck, in fact it felt like he was pressing into her even harder. That was the final straw. "Do you mind?" Rachel almost spat the words at him. The guy just shrugged, he seemed pretty drunk and clearly didn't care that he was making her uncomfortable. "Why don't you go stand over there?" "I prefer it here" He slurred the words, refusing to move. "Yeah well I'd prefer it if I could stand in the queue without being dry humped by some moron." "Stop pretending like you don't love it." The guy placed his hand for the second time that day on Rachel's pert bottom and pinched it. Now she saw red. She spun around fully so that she was face to face with him. Her hand quickly found his crotch, she grabbed it tightly and twisted it hard. Not wanting to make too much of a scene she whispered to him. "Listen, because I'll only say this once. If I want to be groped at by some dickless arsehole like you, I'll tell you first, understand?" Tears were filling his eyes and he let out a small whimper of pain. "I said do you understand?" He nodded hurriedly and she let go. The guy immediately scurried away, truth be told it was more of an awkward waddle away, wiping his eyes as he went, his pride at an all-time low. By the feel of things Rachel might have been spot on with her dickless comment. He certainly wasn't large enough to satisfy her needs. That was the thing with these blokes, nine times out of ten they were all talk and no trousers. With Tequilas in hand she returned to the dance floor. "Do do dooo! Come on and do the conga!" Emily sure liked her cheesy music. Everyone was getting in the spirit though and soon the conga line was so long it nearly wrapped around the room twice. Rachel noticed John sitting alone at a table, she tried to beckon him over to join in but he just smiled and shook his head. She wasn't one to take no for an answer however, so the next time the conga line passed close to him, she dragged him up by the arm, ignoring his protests, he reluctantly fell into line behind her. This was the last thing that John wanted. His efforts to try and ignore this cock hardening beauty had failed as he now found himself holding onto her toned slim waist. The back of her purple satin dress was so low cut that his hands were half resting on her exposed bronze skin, his thumbs settling into the cute dimples either side of the base of her spine. He watched as her blonde ponytail swished back and forth in time with the music and prayed that he wouldn't get an erection, he could already feel his cock beginning to twitch into life in his trousers. The sight that greeted him when he looked down was one that he wished he'd never have to look away from. Her luscious pert bottom was rippling under the tightly fitted satin which clung to her curves like a second skin, as she bounced up and down on her heels. "Oh fuck" he breathed, realizing in a sudden moment of shock that he couldn't see a pantyline anywhere. There's no way, he thought, no way is she not wearing any underwear. He inhaled deeply and tried hard to shut those thoughts out of his mind. Shit! It was no good, he had to know for sure. His hands were beginning to tremble as he edged them as slow as he could downwards, not wanting to alert her to what he was doing. Her warm skin felt incredible under the silky satin material as he felt his way over her hips. "Oh no no no" His hunch was confirmed and it was almost too much to handle. His dick was rapidly swelling, there was no controlling it. John looked around nervously, realising his tented trousers were in full view. Luckily everyone seemed too caught up in the music to notice. He didn't want Rachel to think he was trying to grab her ass, so settled his grip back around her waist. His discovery had gone completely unnoticed by Rachel. She had to admit though, she was enjoying having his rough manly hands grip her so tightly. His thumbs tickled her back causing her to arch it, as a shiver of excitement rushed through her. Don't get carried away Rachel, she thought to herself, remember that he's Emily's dad, calm yourself down. Calm was the opposite of how John was feeling. He tried desperately to not look down, but everywhere his eyes roamed, perfection was all he saw. From the flawless curve of her back, up to her long slender neck. Her golden blonde hair was tied back, revealing the cutest little ear he'd ever seen, it was so delicate it took all of his willpower to keep from leaning forward and chewing on it. A Wedding Day Treat for Rachel He was so lost in a haze of lust that he hadn't seen the conga line breaking apart up ahead, as the song came to a finish. Before he could react Rachel had stopped dead in her tracks and he walked straight into the back of her. Rachel gasped, instantly aware of what was digging into her, it was a feeling she'd become almost used too, given how worked up men seemed to get around her. But it still shocked her that Emily's father was clearly sharing the same naughty thoughts that she was. John started to splutter a stream of apologies, mortified by his situation. What happened next though made him lost for words. "I'm sorry Rachel, I didn't mean to, god I'm so so sorry..." Rachel had spun around as the music broke into a slower tune. Around the room couples were pairing up and taking to the dance floor. She pushed herself up against John, hiding his predicament from the rest of the wedding party. John let out an audible groan as he felt his cock digging into Rachel's firm toned stomach. A look of blank shock swept over his face as he noticed her smiling up at him. "Sorry for what?" She fluttered her eyelashes innocently. That was the last thing on Earth he had expected her to say. He thought he was about to get a slap round the face, then have to explain to his daughter what he'd done to ruin her wedding day and upset her best friend and bridesmaid so much. For some reason she didn't seem bothered at all to have a much older man's raging hard on pushed tightly up against her as they swayed back and forth in time with the music. Little would he have dared to dream what was actually going on in Rachel's mind at that very moment. She was beyond horny, practically panting with anticipation. A combination of having the rapt attention of every male eye in the room admiring her all day long, and her vivid daydreaming of John, was tortuous for the sex mad bridesmaid. She could feel the warmth of her blood flushing her cheeks, a heat which spread through her entire body. When John looked again he noticed her eyes dilate, her beauty was almost overwhelming and his cock instinctively flexed. Rachel giggled, temporarily breaking the spell she'd cast over him. "I've never been this embarrassed in all my life. Please Rachel don't tell my daughter." He begged in a whisper. "Don't worry I won't, but we probably should get you to a table or something so you can sit down and cool off a bit." She laughed again. "Good idea." John was relieved how relaxed Rachel was about the whole situation and eternally grateful for it. They danced their way to the far corner of the room. All the tables there were now deserted, people had either hit the dance floor or had moved to sit in the bar area which wasn't so dark. John quickly sat himself down and tucked himself under the table as far as he could. Luckily there was a floor length white tablecloth which skirted all the way around, and now concealed his lower half completely from the rest of the room. He looked up to thank Rachel but she was already gone. Probably for the best, he thought to himself. He wouldn't stand a chance at getting his erection to soften with her still there anyway. There was a jug of ice water at the centre of the table, he shakily poured himself a glass, privately thinking the best thing to do would be to pour it into his lap, that might cool him off a bit. Unbeknownst to John, Rachel hadn't returned to the party. As soon as she noticed he was distracted she quickly ducked down and checking the coast was clear, slipped underneath the table, making sure the tablecloth concealed her from view as she went. Given how horny she had been all day, there was no way she could resist the temptation of a cock that hard presented to her in such a way. She knew she would feel guilty later on, seeing as the cock in question belonged to her best friend's father, but as she had come to realise by now, forbidden fruits often tasted the sweetest, and this was a fruit she knew she needed to taste. It was almost pitch black under the table, there was only a crack of light pouring in from where John was sat and she crawled her way slowly towards it. She sat there a while, nervous as to how he would react, she knew it would give him a hell of a fright and not only did she not want to get kicked in the process, but what if he caused such a commotion people came over to investigate, she would find it pretty hard to explain her way out of this one. She took a deep breath, mastering all her nerves and gently stroked her nails across John's thighs. As expected his reaction was to jump in alarm. In doing so he knocked the jug over, spilling ice and water all over the table. "OH SHIT!" Rachel then pounced, sensing her opportunity while John was distracted trying to clear up the mess he had just made. "What the?...Oh no no no!" He stammered as he felt his flies being pulled down and a slender hand plunge into his trousers and wrestle his cock free. John was stuck now, if he backed away or stood up he risked exposing himself to the whole wedding party. He was almost too shocked to grasp what was even happening, he was in a state of disbelief as his shaft was being gently wanked under the table. With the lack of light Rachel discovered her other senses were becoming heightened. The heat that radiated from Johns throbbing cock seemed intensified and the sweet smell of his leaking pre cum was intoxicating to her. She desperately rubbed her soaking pussy, having never felt this naughty before. She couldn't hold back any longer, her hunger for his raging tool was becoming feverish as she pulled herself up into his lap and flicked her tongue across his swollen head. John clenched his teeth in an attempt to stifle a moan. His brain was beginning to register his situation fully now. He hoped that it was Rachel under the table, who else could it be? That really didn't matter at this moment in time however, as whoever it was sure knew what they were doing. He couldn't process the reasons why such a gorgeous creature would want his cock in her mouth but he thanked the heavens that she did. His eyes rolled back and his hands scrunched up the table cloth as he felt the mystery mouth engulf the tip of his achingly hard dick and gently suck on it. "Oh Christ." He whispered, as Rachel began smothering her prize with soft kisses. Running her tongue slowly up and down the full length of his shaft, getting it nice and wet, before once again wrapping her lips around his tip and sliding it into her mouth. John had never had a blowjob like this is his life. It felt like his cock was being worshipped. Which was partly true, Rachel was in complete adoration of his thick meaty idol. In her blinkered world of darkness, it was the only thing that existed to her right now. Emily suddenly noticed her dad sitting all alone in the corner of the room and made her way over to him. "Are you all right dad?" John jumped again at the sound. He was so lost in the moment that he hadn't noticed his daughter approaching. "EMILY!...Ah...oh...Emily!" He quickly tried to compose himself the best he could. "I'm fine, absolutely fine!" "Really? You seem a bit flustered, and what happened here." She motioned towards the mess on the table. "Oh that, I knocked the jug over that's a...oh...all. Must be drunker than I thought." He was trembling from head to toe, determined to keep a grip of himself. Rachel could hear her best friend's voice just feet from where she was knelt. She knew the torment that John must be going through having to talk to his daughter while her maid of honour sucked him off under the table. Far from going easy on him, it spurred on her wicked side. She went back to slowly and sensuously sucking on his big meaty tool, except when it hit the back of her mouth this time, she expertly opened her throat and inched her way down his shaft until his full 8 inches were buried in her throat. She gagged slightly but luckily the sound of the party drowned out any noise. John briefly lost all composure, he slammed his fist down on the table. The feeling of Rachel's lips wrapped around the base of his cock was too much. He pretended to break out into a coughing fit to cover his lapse of restraint, slapping his chest for added effect. "Are you sure you're alright Dad? I'll sit with you for a while." Emily was in the middle of pulling back the chair next to her father when he interrupted her. "NO!" His hand went to the chair, holding it in place. Emily looked at him with a confused expression, her dad was acting rather strangely, she'd never seen him like this before. Little did she know that her best friend was now savaging her father's cock under the table, bobbing up and down on It's full length with wild abandon. Rachel was getting maddeningly turned on, her whole body was flushed with excitement and she was tingling from head to toe. With one hand on John's thigh for support the other sought out her dripping wet pussy and she rubbed her clit furiously, working herself up into a state of ecstasy. "I mean no, honestly I'm f...fine. I'll just sit here and drink my water, I need to sober up a bit. You go back to your p...party." He said it with the straightest face he could muster. He could sense his balls were churning and knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his load, he needed his daughter to leave as quickly as possible, not knowing how much longer he could last. "Errr ok dad, I'll leave you to it." "I just need a minute hun. I'll find you in a bit." Emily smiled at this, slightly more appeased and walked back towards the dance floor. John slumped back in his chair, the relief of having got away with that was short, replaced by a need to cum in the hot little mouth that was ravaging his swollen member. His breathing became short and shallow and his fists scrunched up the table cloth. Rachel got there first but by a matter a seconds. Her fingers worked her pussy furiously. "mmmppphhh mmmmppphhh mmmmmmpppphhhhhh!" Her moans of pleasure were muffled by a throat full of cock. She pulled her mouth free momentarily as she came hard, afraid she might involuntarily bite down on it. "Ohhh ggaaawwwwdddd yessssss!" She was humping her own hand as waves of euphoria rushed through her body, her fingers were dripping in her juices. Still moaning as her orgasm continued, she sucked John's cock back into her mouth, exhaling heavily through her nose. The vibrations of Rachel's moans added to the incredible sensations his cock was being treated to. He had no idea she had just cum, but knew he was on the brink himself. John grit his teeth and balled his fists so tightly that they hurt. What started with his hips rocking back and forth, soon turned to him completely raising his ass off the chair while he fucked her mouth with increased vigour. Rachel was gagging every time his meaty pole was thrust into the depths of her throat, loving the rough treatment her mouth was now receiving. She felt it start to twitch and soon hot ropes of sticky cum squirted down her throat, straight into her stomach. It took all Johns will power not to scream out with pleasure. Rachel gagged due to the sheer volume of spunk that was being expelled. She tried to swallow it all but couldn't stop some from spilling out and dribbling down her chin. She continued to greedily feast on his manhood until it was completely cleaned of every speck of cum, giving it a long sensuous kiss when she had finished. John sat there for a while in stunned amazement. His eyes had briefly lost focus but now he was blinking the world back into existence. Rachel was mirroring him under the table, she sat herself on the floor, mastering her breathing, whilst wiping the cum from her chin and licking it from her fingers. A feeling of complete satisfaction enveloping her. Realising his cock was still out, John reached down and tucked it back into his trousers, zipping himself up. A crack of light seeped into Rachel's word of darkness as she tentatively lifted up the edge of the tablecloth. Then bending low she peaked through the gap making sure the coast was clear before she hurriedly crawled out from her hiding place and straightened herself up. John stared at her in disbelief, his mouth a comical 'O'. He couldn't believe that such an incredibly sexy girl had just sucked him off like that in public. She looked so beautiful standing there patting out the creases in her satin dress. He could see her stiff nipples jutting out through the thin material, a smirk creasing his lips knowing she must be turned on too, amazing as that seemed. Rachel's cheeks were still flushed. It was true she had just had an intense orgasm but she knew she needed more and hoped that John was up to the task. She walked away towards the doors at the side of the dance floor, without so much as looking at John. He felt a pang of disappoint and longing as he stared at her pert bottom swaying so seductively as she walked. His cock suddenly twitched again and he knew if he didn't get up and move soon, he'd be in the same situation as he was when he sat down, fully erect and unable to move anywhere. Maybe he would go outside for a cigarette and try to process what had just happened. To his complete surprise, just as Rachel reached the exit she turned and headed up a dark narrow corridor. She paused at the entrance and turned to face John, his heart leapt into his chest as he saw her raised finger beckoning him to follow her, then she continued on her way up the passageway. He jumped to his feet, every fibre in his body wanted to sprint to where he'd just seen her disappear out of sight, but there were still a lot of people around so he walked quickly trying not to draw any attention to himself. John felt like a school kid again. His heart was racing now as he reached the point where Rachel had been standing. When he turned the corner he was briefly shocked to see that nobody was there, just a long dark corridor. Then a door to his left opened and a pair of hands dragged him inside. He was about to speak, but his first words were stifled by a soft pair of full plump lips, mashing themselves into his. His mouth instinctively opened and a warm tongue darted inside, swirling around his. The kiss was phenomenal, it was soft and gentle to begin with but within no time it became hungry and passionate as they aggressively savaged one another's mouths. After minutes of feverish devouring, the kiss broke. John opened his eyes, only now aware that they were in a small store room of some kind, lit by a single exposed bulb. There were a few shelves of cleaning products, a bucket and mop and some sort of industrial floor polishing machine and hardly enough room for them to even stand in. "What are we doing?" He stammered. "We shouldn't be...this is so wrong." Rachel grinned at him mischievously. "You're right it is wrong, but that what makes it so right." Then she launched at him again with yet another mind blowing kiss. "But...but...Emily..." He groaned into her hot panting mouth. "Just shut up and fuck me!" Rachel interrupted his attempt to be chivalrous. She too knew Emily would never forgive her if she found out, but she wasn't about to tell her and she doubted very much John would either. Her words were like a catalyst for John's lust, any doubts about right or wrong were instantly washed away. He was stunned by her forwardness and sexual confidence but equally struck by an overwhelming desire to fuck this goddess as hard as he could. He pushed Rachel up against the door and continued to kiss her with unbridled passion. He chewed on her lip before moving down to lick and gnaw along her jawline. All the while fighting to rip off his belt and free his meaty 8 inch cock from his suit trousers. Rachel seized Johns head in both her hands, raking her nails through his short black hair. She groaned into his mouth with wanton desire as she felt him dragging up her long flowing dress from the floor. A draught of cool air sent tingles over her naked pussy. "Uh huh! Oh Fuck!" She whimpered as John bent down slightly, the tip of his cock brushed against her dripping wet sex. Her skin felt like it was on fire and she ached for its full length to fill her completely. John was nuzzled into her slender neck. He couldn't believe what was happening but needed it more than he had ever needed anything before. He groaned as he felt her pussy lips beginning to part, It's walls squeezed him tightly, seemingly trying to pull him in deeper. "OH SHIT!" He actually sank his teeth into the smooth silky skin on her shoulder, as he pushed his way up into her welcoming cunt. The sensation was out of this word. "YES! OH FUCK YESSS!" Rachel was so worked up already that she thought for one maddening second that she was about to cum after the first thrust of John's thick granite hard cock. They started off slowly, both standing upright facing each other. John's hands cupping her peachy bottom, Rachel's around his neck. Breathing into each other's mouths. Working one another up into a state of rampant desire. "That's it Mr Saunders, take me, come on fuck me hard!" She begged. John couldn't believe his ears but her words spurred him on. He took both her arms and pinned them high above her head with one of his large hands. With the other he kept his grip on her ass, as he pulled her against his now pistoning cock. "HARDER! YESS YEESSS!!" She screamed. Soon he was spearing Rachel up against the door, rampantly fucking into her tight snatch with an enthusiasm he hadn't felt for 20 years. "Ungh uh fuck." He groaned as he slammed into her over and over. Rachel was on the verge of a powerful orgasm. She loved the feeling of power she had over men, teasing them, winding them up till they were fit to burst, but still nothing compared to the euphoria she felt when she gave herself over completely to a strong dominant man. John was a builder by trade, powerfully built with large calloused hands. They were scratching her soft smooth skin as he roughly mauled her ass and pinned her arms to the door. "Ah...Ahhh...AHHHH!!" She began to tremble as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. John was watching Rachel's massive tits bouncing so enticingly on her chest, free from a bra they were almost spilling out of the top of her tight satin dress with every upwards thrust. They looked incredible, a line of drool poured from his mouth and dripped down into the swell of her cleavage. That was it, he had to see them. Rachel let out a disappointed whimper as John pulled his cock from her clutching pussy. She was about to protest, being so close to another much needed orgasm, but soon saw the look of hunger in his eyes as he stared at her heaving breasts. John let go of Rachel's arms. He wasted no time in pulling the thin straps of her dress down off her shoulders, allowing her tits to spring into view. Rachel couldn't help but giggle when she saw John's gormless expression as he admired her incredible 32FF breasts. "Do you like them?" She cooed. "Like them?? Oh...my...god..." John couldn't get over how unbelievably sexy this girl was, he'd never seen tits as amazing as hers before. So big yet so pert, with hardly any sag, it just didn't seem possible. Rachel groaned as she felt his rough hands begin to gently caress her breasts. His chapped skin was heightening her sensitivity, as he flicked his thumbs over her small swollen nipples. "Oh fuck" she breathed, "that's it play with them, they're all yours Mr Saunders." John squeezed them hard, mashing them together, causing Rachel to squeak with surprise. She loved having her tits man handled. He brought one of her little pink nipples up to his mouth and sucked on it hard. "Oh shit! That's it! Suck on my tits!" A Wedding Day Treat for Rachel He chewed on one, then the other, then buried his face in between them, slobbering like a hungry dog. Rachel pulled his head back, with his mouth wide open, Rachel fed him her tits one at a time, he was trying his hardest to suck as much of them into his mouth as he possibly could. Then he began to kiss the underside of each one as Rachel lifted them up and let them go, allowing gravity to slap them into his face. Soon they were both worked up to boiling point once more. John hooked his arm under her right leg and lifted it up and to the side, then guided his cock back towards her velvety pussy. His pace was instantly frantic. He knew he wouldn't be able to cum for a while but could tell that Rachel had been close to it and he was determined to give her the pleasure she deserved. She was started to whimper, her bottom lip quivering as she sucked in lungful's of air. "GIVE IT TO ME MR S! POUND MY TIGHT LITTLE CUNT!!" John gripped one of her large jiggling tits with his free hand and squeezed it hard. "AHHHH AHHHHHH OHHHH FUCK!" She screamed as she could feel her pussy start to contract around his thick meaty cock. He continued to fuck her as hard and fast as his body would allow. Then her mouth shot wide open in a silent scream, as her entire body went into spasm. She ground down hard into his crotch as waves of pleasure flooded her veins, causing all her muscles to flex and shudder. "YES! YES! YES! OH GOD YES!" John was delighted with how hard she seemed to be cumming. He released her breast and lifted her completely off the ground, as he continued his unrelenting pace. Her juices were flowing freely from her still twitching pussy, she seemed to be trying to milk his cock into cumming and it very nearly worked. Rachel couldn't believe how long her orgasm was lasting, her beautiful face was a picture of pure ecstasy, as she squeaked and squealed with each and every thrust. As she finally felt the waves of euphoria starting to wane, she pulled John into another feverish kiss, and he dropped her down back onto her feet. They both stood still not saying a word, their foreheads touching, as they looked into one another's eyes, and caught their breathes. John still couldn't get over how stunning she was. He raised the back of his hand to her cheek and affectionately stroked her smooth skin, noticing how boiling hot it was. His thumb traced a line along Rachel's plump lips, causing her to giggle at how tingly it felt. She opened her mouth and sucked his thumb inside, swirling her tongue around it, whilst keeping eye contact the entire time. Rachel turned around placing her hands flat against the door. With an arched back she looked over her shoulder at her newest toy and slowly began circling her ass around John's rock hard cock, relishing the look of animalistic lust on her best friends fathers face. John was sweating, he was still fully suited, so he popped a few of his top buttons and shrugged off his jacket, thinking he might pass out if he didn't. Rachel's dress had now slipped back down so his cock was drawing a deep groove between her ass cheeks, gliding along the smooth satin material with ease. It wasn't long before the silky texture rubbing against his still painfully erect cock became all too much. Rachel gasped in anticipation as he dragged her dress up and held it around her waist. The perfect tanned contours of her peachy bottom were revealed to John for the first time. He couldn't help but grab a hold of her left cheek, digging his fingers into her, kneading her soft flesh. Then he drew his hand back and slapped it hard. Rachel yelped with the pain of the slap, but she'd always loved a bit of pain mixed in with her pleasure. "That's it spank me!" She begged, as John obliged once more, loving how her bum rippled with the force of it. "OH YES! Be rough with me! I deserve it!" Her voice now shrill with wanton desire. John grabbed his cock and started to slap it against either cheek, bouncing it off one then the other. Rachel ground back into him, needing to be fucked hard once more. "Oh that's it! I want that cock in me!" "You want this cock?" He teased whilst tapping his swollen helmet against her soaking wet pussy. "Yes! Fuck me with it. Fuck me hard. Don't hold back!" She panted. John slowly slid himself back inside her, holding it in at its deepest point, causing a deep guttural groan to escape from Rachel's lips. His confidence was growing now that he was over the initial shock of everything, enough so that he was happy to tease Rachel for a bit, knowing how turned on she was by it. "You like it rough do you?" He spanked her again but kept his cock perfectly still inside her. "Yes! Hard and nasty, that's how I want it! I want to be your whore!" John still refused to move a muscle. "I'll do what you want, I'll fuck you till your knees feel week. But first I want you to fuck yourself on my big hard cock, do we have a deal?" "DEAL!" She screamed as John released her waist and leaned back, bracing himself against the shelving unit behind. Rachel instantly began to slide herself up and down on his thick meaty member. John watched mesmerized as his dick was slowly enveloped by her tight gripping snatch. "Oh look at that, that's perfect baby. Oh fuck! That's a good girl!" He started to spank her gently each time she pushed herself back down onto him. As her pace quickened the spanking became harder and her once bronzed buttocks began turning pink. "AH! UH HUH! AH YESS!" Rachel could feel the familiar stirrings from deep within, it pushed her to go harder and faster until she was on the brink. John couldn't take much more. He straightened up pushing Rachel back up against the door. "I'm a man of my word." With that he began to batter into her as hard as he could manage. His hips were a blur as he pistoned his cock back and forth, slamming himself into Rachel with animalistic force. Her screams of pleasure were nearly deafening in the tiny space of the store cupboard. He grabbed onto one of Rachel's rapidly bouncing tits, squeezing it hard, pinching her nipple with his calloused fingers. He wrapped his other hand around her swishing ponytail, pulling her head back as far as it would go, causing her back to arch. "AH YESS! FUCK ME!" His pace was unrelenting, as he hammered into her for a few more minutes. Sinking his teeth into her neck, nibbling his way up it until he reached her ear, the very same ear he had wanted to chew on so desperately only a short while ago. He grasped her earlobe between his teeth and bit down, causing Rachel to yelp in amongst her continual moans of delight. He let go of her tit and moved his hand to her throat, holding it gently, still with one hand entwined in her ponytail. Rachel was shaking all over, her vision was becoming hazy as the mounting waves of euphoric energy were sending her into a state of delirium. "YES! OOHHH YESSS! FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE! PULL MY HAIR AND CHOKE ME!!" As soon as John applied the slightest bit more pressure to her throat, her orgasm struck like a bolt of lightning. Her every muscle twitched and convulsed and her knees nearly did give way, as she thrashed about. Her juices squirted out, splashing onto the floor between her legs with some force as her pussy contracted around John's still pumping cock. Luckily her screams were muffled by the hand on her throat, otherwise she was sure she would have been heard even above the loud music of the party. John came the instant she did. Blasting what felt like gallons of hot sticky cum up into her velvety cunt. "AHHHHH! FUUUCCCCKKKKK!" His voice was a growl, as he continued to pump his seed into the far reaches of her hot sex. "OH GOD!" He began to slow down at long last, feeling like his cock had been well and truly milked of every last drop of spunk. "Holy shit girl." He managed to mummer through long drawn out breathes. Rachel was still trying to process how intense her orgasm had been. It was a feeling she lived for, one she needed, craved, couldn't do without. She was beginning to wonder whether she was addicted to it. She'd never tried drugs before, but was sure there wasn't a drug out there that could begin to match the pleasure she'd just felt. She turned to face John and they kissed. It was much slower and more intimate than before and it said more than a thousand words ever could. "We should get back before anyone notices." Rachel tucked her breasts back into her dress, causing John to let out a small sigh, as he wondered whether he'd ever get to see them again. "Do I look all right?" She asked while straightening out her hair and patting her dress down. "Perfect." It was the only answer he could give. John picked up one of the purple flowers which had dropped to the floor and threaded it back through the base of her ponytail. "Great! Wish me luck!" She opened the door and peeked around the corner to make sure nobody was around. "You'll be fine. I'll follow you out in a minute or two." He didn't want her to leave, he wished their time together in this cramped little store cupboard could last forever. Rachel took a few steps out into the dark corridor, before turning back to John. "By the way, I'm in room 302." She winked and walked back towards the loud music of the reception party. John closed the door and couldn't help but pump the air with his fist a few times, feeling like he was 21 again. * * * John looked at his watch, It was nearly 2:00 a.m. The party had gone on for another few hours. Rachel had gone back to dancing with Emily and her other friends as though nothing had happened. Finally though they had called it night and headed off to their respective rooms. He now found himself tip toeing along the hotel corridor, until he reached room 302. The door was unlocked, so he quietly let himself in. The first thing he saw was a puddle of purple satin on the floor in front of his feet, then he noticed the sound of the shower running. Smiling from ear to ear he began to unbuckle his belt. Neither of them slept much at all that night.