7 comments/ 99827 views/ 68 favorites Rachel, the Busty Blonde Bridesmaid By: roganwriter Rachel's mum seemed to take the news of her daughters break-up with Chris, harder than Rachel did. "Why darling? He was such a lovely guy." She'd continued peppering Rachel with these kinds of remarks for the past few months. The frequent digs just added to Rachels desire to move out and find her own place. She wondered what her mum would say if she answered her queries truthfully. "Well mum, after fucking his dad, who by the way had a much bigger dick than he did, I had to break up with him." She suspected that wouldn't go down very well, but it did bring a smile to her face every time the subject arose. Rachels best friend from school Emily, had recently announced much to Rachels surprise, that she was getting married. She had only been dating Dan for 3 months and at the age of 21 Rachel thought she was too young to get tied down. Emily wasn't like her though, she had always wanted marriage and kids, even from a young age. It did appear that they were very much in love and Dan seemed like a really nice guy so Rachel was happy for her, despite her doubts. The biggest surprise of all though was that the wedding was due to take place in only 3 weeks. Dan was in the army and was due to head out on duty for 6 months. Rachel couldn't believe a wedding could be put together in such a short amount of time, but supposed Emily had been planning it in her mind for 10 years already. Much to Rachels delight Emily had asked her to be her maid of honour, she'd even found the perfect dress for her already, all Rachel had to do was go into the shop this week to see if it fitted. The news of Emilys impending nuptials soon found their way to Rachels mums ears. "Why don't you give Chris a call? You could invite him to Emilys wedding?" "Mum, leave it, please!" Rachel snapped. "I'm just trying to help darling." "Well you aren't! I'm happy being single thanks, I don't need to take a date." Rachel was beginning to tire of her mum constantly bringing Chris into every conversation. She drove to work with her mums words still reverberating through her brain. She was young, free and single, she didn't need a guy, she had plenty of time for that, right now she was happy to indulge herself whenever she felt like it, with whomever she wanted. Being stunningly beautiful, with gorgeous blonde wavy hair, piercing blue eyes and a killer figure with huge natural 32FF tits, meant that finding eager men to help satisfy her frequent needs was almost boringly easy. Most men couldn't keep up with her voracious appetite for sex anyway. Rachel was a very sexual person and didn't see a problem with that. A lot of her old school 'friends' had labelled Rachel a slut. It had hurt her feelings at first but Emily had always stuck by her and that meant the world to Rachel. In recent years some of her sexual experiences had caused Rachel to re-access what it was that really turned her on though. Regular sex was great, it helped her unwind and release her frustrations. But great sex? That only seemed to happen when Rachel was sleeping with someone she knew she shouldn't be, like Chris's dad Steve, or Tom, the married guy who she'd sold a house to. Maybe it was a coincidence, but she doubted it. Whenever Rachel wanted to bring herself off, it was always whilst thinking about these forbidden fruits. Usually she thought about fucking them in public places. The thrill of being caught, it turned out, was one of her biggest turn on's. That day at work seemed to drag on and on. There was a mountain of paperwork to catch up, but her mind kept wandering to naughtier subjects. It had been two weeks since she'd last been laid and it was beginning to make her irritable. She scanned the office, fantasizing about each and every man in turn. Rachel wasn't arrogant but she knew deep down she could have any man in building, married or not, in the blink of an eye. She'd made a pact with herself, never to get involved with a work colleague, but it didn't hurt to imagine what she would do to them if she could. Fortunately Rachel had requested to leave an hour early that day, the clock couldn't reach 4:30 fast enough. She was feeling so horny that if she stayed any longer and she was likely to cause some mischief. "Rachel! Weren't you supposed to leave work early today?" Rachel jumped in alarm, she'd been having a vivid daydream about Mark the new trainee, pinning her up against the coffee machine and fucking her brains out. She looked up to see her boss awaiting her response. "I completely forgot!" She lied. "What time is it?" "It's quarter to five." "Oh crap I hope I don't miss my appointment!" Rachel gathered her stuff and headed for her car. It was a 45 minute drive, so she hoped she wouldn't get caught in traffic or she wouldn't make it to the bridal shop before closing time and doubted she'd be allowed to leave work early again this week. The traffic turned out to be fine, but it was still 5:30 by the time she pulled up outside the shop, so she ran from the car up to the door, cursing under her breath. Alan was just locking the front door when he noticed a gorgeous woman jogging across the car park. Alan was far from a ladies man, he was now 40 years old and had never been married. In fact he hadn't even had sex for two years. The sight of this busty young girl jogging towards him, made his eyes bulge and his jaw drop. She was wearing a short grey skirt and a plain white blouse which clung tightly across her gravity defying chest. It reminded him of the intro scene in Baywatch, as he stared almost hypnotized, her breasts seeming to bounce in slow motion as she ran. It took him a while before he realised she was making a beeline straight towards his shop. It wasn't until she was a few metres from the door, that he managed to snatch his eyes away from her tits, then he let out an audible gasp. Alan had heard the expression that somebody could be so beautiful they could 'take your breath away' but it wasn't until now that he believed it could be true. As he gazed at her face for the first time, he was stunned, she was by far the most attractive woman he had ever seen. Her slightly wavy blonde hair was loosely pinned up, leaving a few curls which hung down, framing her gorgeous face. She had strikingly blue eyes, a small button nose and full pink lips. Just looking at her made Alans heart hammer wildly in his chest and his cock gave a longing twitch in his trousers. He had frozen stiff, halfway through turning the sign round to read 'CLOSED' when she spoke. "Please, please. I'm sorry I'm late but I need to get my dress fitted." Rachel puffed the words out, still breathless after her undignified sprint across the car park. "Ummm" was the only sound Alan could muster. "Please, it will only take a few minutes, and then I'll be gone. My friend Emily told me I had an appointment at 5:15, but the traffic has been a nightmare." Rachel fibbed, placing her hands together in a pleading gesture. "Emily? Oh you must be part of the Saunders wedding party?" Alan managed to clear his head long enough to grasp why he was talking to this incredibly sexy girl. "Yes! Yes that's right! Look I know you're closing but honestly it will only take a minute." She pleaded once more. "Of course, come in, please." How could any man turn down spending time in the company of a woman like this? Alan thought to himself, as he unlocked the door and welcomed her in. "Thank you! You're my hero!" Rachel beamed at him. Alan turned bright red at being addressed this way. "Not at all" he stammered. "You don't mind if I lock the door behind you do you? I wouldn't want any more customers to come in thinking we are still open." "That's absolutely fine!" exclaimed Rachel as she walked past Alan into the shop for the first time. Alan couldn't resist looking down as she passed him, she truly was the epitome of perfection. Her small pert bottom, wiggled temptingly under her short skirt, as she walked. He was amazed at how long and slender her legs were, clad in white nylon, a stark contrast to her bronzed skin. He brushed his hand against his crotch feeling the steadily growing bulge, and giving it a soft squeeze. The lock clicked shut and he turned the sign around. They introduced themselves and Rachel set about admiring all the beautiful wedding dresses on display. She could tell that Alan was watching her intently as she walked around the small shop. Every time she looked over at him his eyes seem to flick upwards to meet her gaze. Usually this sort of pervy behaviour annoyed Rachel, but she was grateful to Alan for letting her in when he could have said no. Besides she was feeling in one of her wicked moods again. Maybe a bit of teasing could be fun, she thought. "Where is the dress Emily has picked out for me?" "Oh yes! Sorry, It's out back, I'll just fetch it for you." Alan had momentarily forgotten why this incredible girl was in shop, his mind was clouded with lust. When he came back, Rachel noticed he looked a bit different. She had to stifle a giggle when she realised he had put water in his hair to try and look more presentable. He'd have to do a bit more than that to impress me, Rachel thought to herself. Alan wasn't very attractive, he was only slightly taller than she was, a bit overweight and had an unkempt look about him. The water in his hair did little to combat it's obviously wild nature, except now it just looked a bit greasy too. She guessed he must be at least twice her age. The naughty part of her brain told her that age had never been a problem before. She already new he was flustered around her and the temptation to mercilessly tease this poor old bloke was growing inside her. She subtly popped open the top button of her blouse and leaned over the counter to admire the dress Alan had just removed from it's protective jacket. She knew straight away it had worked. Men always think they can get away with staring at a woman's chest but 9 times out of 10, they aren't subtle enough. Alan certainly wasn't, he let out a gulp and moved his hands to cover the front of his trousers. "It's absolutely gorgeous!" Rachel exclaimed, as she smoothed the soft silk purple fabric of the Bridesmaids dress. "Simple, yet elegant!" Alan nodded in agreement, but no words came to him as he stared wonder struck at the ample portion of cleavage which Rachel was displaying to him. He could just about make out the lace lining of her white bra, peeking out above her open blouse. It was too much for him, he could feel himself beginning to sweat, and his once semi hard cock was now verging on fully erect. "Can I try it on?" "Yes, yes absolutely, the changing rooms are just there." Alan pointed a visibly shaking finger in their direction. "I just need to do some cashing up, so take your time" he mumbled. Rachel gathered up the long flowing silk gown and marched towards the changing area. She smiled to herself, loving the effect she was having on this hapless bloke. The horny devil inside her was stirring though, she wondered what else she could do to tease the poor bastard, then it came to her, but that was far too wicked! Or was it? She looked behind and saw Alan sat behind the till, shuffling through some paperwork. There were 4 cubicles in total, she intentionally picked the only changing cubicle in direct line of sight to his desk. They didn't have doors, just a plain black curtain. Inside was a low bench, a few hanging hooks and a full length mirror. Her plan would definitely work. She pulled the curtain across, intentionally leaving a good few inches of gap along the side. She had a quick look in the mirror and could see a tiny sliver of the back of Alan's head, meaning if he leaned back slightly he would be able to see right into the cubicle. Perfect. Rachel began slowly peeling off her work uniform, until she was standing there in just her underwear, a sexy white silk and lace half cup bra, with matching panties and white hold-up stockings. She admired herself in the mirror for a while, running her hands across her flat toned stomach, hoping she was putting on quite the show. Movement out of the corner of her eye told her she just might be. Alan couldn't believe what he was seeing, did she know she'd left the curtain open that much? She can't have done, there is no way she would want him to perv on her surely. He'd yawned and stretched backwards when he had first noticed the gap and it had nearly caused him to topple off of his chair. Now he sat there gawping in amazement at the half naked reflection of this stunning girl, in her sexy lingerie, he couldn't believe his luck as he wiped the drool from his chin. His sex starved cock was now painfully hard, he doubted he'd ever been this turned on in all his life. Rachel clocked his reflection, she now knew she had his full attention and was relishing it. She too was feeling horny as hell, it had only been 2 weeks since she'd had sex, but to her, that felt like 2 years. It was only after Rachel pulled the dress up that she realised how open the back of it was, it had a plunging back line, which would make wearing a bra impossible. Rather than worry Rachel, this excited her more than anything. She didn't need to wear a bra as it was, even though her breasts were large, they were incredibly firm and pert. Her colleagues were amazed when she revealed that she hadn't had a boob job, something they all suspected, they were all hers. She was sure she would cause a commotion at the wedding in this silky little number. She unhooked her bra and placed it atop her pile of clothes, pulling the straps of the dress up over her shoulders. It was very tight across her chest, so she had to shuffle her breasts into place. The excitement of the situation rippled through her like electricity. Fortunately the silk material of the dress was double pleated at the front, so only a faint outline of her hardening nipples was visible as she took a step back and took in her full reflection for the first time. She delighted in how sexy she looked. The striking purple gown, perfectly hugged her every curve, cascading out from below her pert bottom, down to her ankles. Alan was on the verge of having a panic attack. When Rachel had taken off her bra, he had glimpsed a good portion of the exposed side of her naked breast. All manner of thoughts raced through his head, he pictured what it would be like to take the weight of those magnificent tits in his hands, just once. Then suddenly the curtain was drawn back. Alan was immediately snapped out of his daydream by the sudden motion, this time however he couldn't recover his balance in time and he fell with an undignified crash onto the floor, sending papers and coins flying in all directions. Rachel laughed hoping in all the commotion that Alan wouldn't notice. "Are you ok?" "Yes fine, just a dodgy chair leg, not to worry!" He stumbled to his feet, quickly realizing he still had a blatantly visible erection, he hurried to his chair and quickly pulled it under the desk. "So what do you think?" Rachel turned round slowly allowing Alan to take in every angle of her beautiful toned physique, in the elegant bridesmaid dress. She had of course noticed his current state of arousal, he wasn't hiding it too well. This just spurred Rachel on, she wanted to make him cum in his pants before she left. "It's a p...p...perfect fit." Alan stammered, as his eyes roamed over her, burning with ill disguised lust. "You don't think it's to tight at the front?" Rachel gently squeezed her huge tits together, causing them to swell up, showing off the deep groove of her cleavage. Alan's eyes bulged in their sockets, he could feel the sweat begin to bead on his forehead. Fucking hell! Is she trying to give me a heart attack? He thought. "No, n...not, a...a...at all." He mumbled. His hand once more found it's way to his massive erection under the desk. "Oh good" Rachel teased. "There is one more thing I'm worried about though, is my pantyline visible? You can't see it can you?" Rachel took a step closer to Alan and turned around. This was the final straw for poor Alan. He couldn't believe what was happening, he let go of his throbbing cock, before it went off in his pants. His lips began to tremble, as his eyes swept over her bronzed toned bare back, and down to the most amazing pert peach of a bottom he had ever seen, the purple silk material of the dress fitted her like a second skin. It took all his will power not to reach out a hand and pinch it. Just above this delicious peach, he could indeed make out the outline of her thong. "Holy fuck" he breathed the words, unable to hold them in. "What was that?" Rachel asked knowingly. "Can you see anything?" "I um...well um...there is errr...it's very faint." Alan's voice trailed off into a whisper. Rachel turned back around. "Oh that's a shame, I guess I shouldn't wear any panties at the wedding then." She giggled, the smile lit up her face. Alan coughed, if he didn't know any better he would have thought Rachel was flirting with him, but there were no chance on earth that a girl this hot could be attracted to an overweight old fool like him. He still blushed intensely however, his cheeks felt like they were on fire. After a moments silence when it appeared to Rachel that Alan was at a complete loss for words, she carried on. "Is Emily's Wedding dress here? Could I have a sneaky peek at it?" "Absolutely! I'll just run and grab it." Alan was pleased at the change in conversation. Any more time thinking about a pantyless Rachel, could have led to a sticky situation in his trousers. He got up awkwardly shielding his erection and hurried out the back to get the dress. He came back swiftly, carrying the dress, slipping it out of the protective jacket as he went. It was Rachels turn to let out a stunned gasp. It was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen, purest white, with a strapless corseted bodice of satin, overlain with a flowery lace pattern, which spiraled around it. This design Continued down the full length of the dress, which flowed outwards like a shimmering river of rippled silk. "It's gorgeous." Rachel sighed, running her hand lightly over the lace patterning. "It is indeed. Emily is delighted with it." Alan seemed more composed now. He went to gather it back up but Rachel stopped him. "Feel free to say no, I know it's naughty, but I couldn't try it on could I?" Rachel bit her lip teasingly, awaiting his response. How on earth could he say no? How could any man so no to anything this stunning girl asked of them? He knew that it might not fit however. He'd met Emily and although they were roughly the same height and shape, she didn't have assets anywhere near as large as Rachels. "By all means, but please be careful with it." Was this a bad idea? Maybe it was, but Alan was actually desperate to see how it would look on her. "Thank you! Thank you! Don't worry I'll be very gentle with it!" She made her way back to the changing room with the long flowing dress draped over her arm. Momentarily forgetting about her flirting game, too wrapped up in the beauty of the dress, she pulled the curtain all the way across, much to Alans disappointment. Moments later however he heard her voice calling to him. "I need a hand, could you come and zip me up?" Alan nearly tripped over himself as he hurried over. "Shall I come in?" He blurted out. "Yes come in, I can't reach the zip." Alan pulled back the curtain. Rachel stood with her back to him, holding up a few loose strands of her blonde hair. Alans heart was thudding thunderously once more as he reached out a trembling hand and found the zip. He managed to tug it up half way before it started to strain. "You might have to breath in a bit." Rachel sucked in a lung full of air, and after a bit more struggling Alan finally got the zip all the way up. He stood back and stared open mouthed at her reflection in the mirror. Rachel, the Busty Blonde Bridesmaid It certainly was tight on her. Rachel could feel her tits being squashed in by the bodice, causing a huge swell of cleavage above the hem, which rose and fell with her every breath. Alan was mesmerized by it. Rachel had never really thought about getting married, but as she gazed at herself in the beautiful, expensive dress, she felt like a princess and wondered for the first time when she would be the one to own a dress like this. She hoped that when the time came, she would be standing next to a man who looked like prince charming, not someone like Alan, but bless him, he was so pathetic it was almost pitiful. She was feeling even hornier all of a sudden, this was like role playing heaven. He may not be much of a looker but Alan definitely had something going for him. She could see out of the corner of her eye, the obvious bulge in his trousers pointing her way. "So? How do I look?" Rachel could see Alan was transfixed by her breasts, this shook him out of his daydream. "S...s...stunning." Never had a truer statement been uttered he thought. "Better than Emily?" She teased. Alan nodded dumbly. "It doesn't feel quite complete, there's something missing. How does the saying go? Something borrowed, something blue, something old and something new?" "Yeah that's right." Alan mumbled, his eyes drifting back down to her heaving breasts. "Well the dress is new and I'm borrowing it from Emily. Do you have anything old and blue?" She turned to face him, his complexion now a scarlet shade of red. "Most brides wear a blue garter, I could fetch one?" He hurried off, returning with a powder blue garter belt in hand. "Great!" said Rachel, sensing another prime opportunity to tease poor Alan. "This dress is quite restrictive, I'm not sure how far I can bend in it, would you mind?" She lifted her right leg and pulled up the dress, all the way above her white stocking clad thigh. Alan blinked in disbelief. Mind? Would he mind? He would have wrestled a lion just for a chance to touch her. Now she was inviting him to do just that. Was he dreaming? He bent down on one knee and slipped the garter over her outstretched foot. He was determined to savour every second of this experience, with both hands he slowly moved it up over her calf, then over her knee, feeling every contour of her smooth skin as he went, before coming to rest around the top of her stocking. He squeezed the firm flesh of her thigh lightly, before reluctantly removing his hands. It was by far the most erotic experience he'd ever had. Rachel slowly lowered the dress back to the floor. All of the teasing was getting her really worked up, she could feel the juices building, dampening her panties. It was the situation that turned her on the most, it wasn't Alan that was for sure. But judging by the size of the bulge, now straining the material of his trousers, he might be of some use. Maybe it was time she got the satisfaction which she so desperately craved. She took a step closer to Alan. Alan stood stock still, unable to move, his breathing became even more erratic as Rachel advanced on him, her gorgeous face now inches from his own. He was lost in lust as he gazed into her deep glacial blue eyes. "Only one thing left, I need something old." Rachel placed her hand on Alans chest and gently raked her nails across it. "Any ideas?" She breathed the words. With her other hand Rachel pulled the curtain all the way closed behind him. The rest of the world was shut out now, they were alone in the confined space of the changing room, the air seemed to crackle with electric sexual energy, sending goosebumps over both their bodies. With a confidence Alan never new he even had, he grabbed Rachel around the waist and pushed her backwards into the mirror. He paused, his mouth millimetres from hers, dumbfounded by what was happening. Then he kissed her, savaging her mouth with his own. The taste of her strawberry lip balm filled his senses, as her soft lips melded with his. Their tongues snaked around each others, exploring one another's mouths. For Alan it was heaven, no other word for it. His hands roamed their way up Rachels body until he was holding either side of her head, brushing his thumbs lightly across her smooth cheeks. He began planting small, passionate kisses on Rachels lips, she responded by taking Alans bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it gently. "Fuck I want you so badly." Rachel could hear the desperation in his voice. "Easy tiger! I think you were about to show me my something old." Her hand moved down and she began to massage Alan's raging erection through his trousers. "It's all yours! Take it! Please take it!" Alan pleaded. Rachel unzipped his flies and slipped her hand inside, taking a firm hold of his meaty member, she pulled it free from his boxers. It was a good size, maybe 7 inches in length if she had to guess, but what she was most impressed by was it's girth. Rachel began to caress Alans veiny shaft, it filled her entire grasp, as she twisted her hand around it. He was circumcised too which was a bonus, Rachel loved the look of circumcised dicks. "Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit!" Alan thought he was about to have a panic attack. Having this beautiful woman playing so sensually with his penis was almost enough to send him over the edge. He prayed he wouldn't cum right there and then. He panted heavily, trying hard to catch his breath, When something happened which nearly sent him catatonic. Rachel lifted the wedding dress up and swiftly lowered herself to the floor, careful not to kneel on the dress. Without warning she plunged her mouth down around the full length of his fat cock, until her lips touched the base of his shaft. Alan staggered backwards, almost falling through curtain before steadying his feet. Unable to hold back a high pitched whimper. "OH MY GOD!" Alan yelped, as Rachel continued to ravage his dick, taking it all the way down her throat before pulling back, smothering his sensitive helmet with licks and kisses while her hand furiously pumped his shaft. "Such a lovely fat cock" Rachel moaned. "Fuck that's good." Alans confidence was growing. He stared down at her heaving chest, still amazed by what was happening. "Do you want to fuck my pretty little mouth with your big cock?" Rachel teased., opening her mouth wide. Alan ran his fingers though her blonde wavy hair, taking a firm hold of Rachels head, he pushed in the tip till it touched the back of her mouth. The sensation of her tongue pressing against his shaft as he began shallowly thrusting back and forth was incredible. "Fucking hell!" he groaned as Rachel choked on his gristly dick. She didn't pull away however, instead she urged him in deeper, grabbing hold of his ass and pulling it towards her. Soon Alan was rapidly fucking her throat. She gagged a little every time he thrust all the way down. He moaned with pleasure, he'd never had a blow job anywhere near this intense, he could feel his balls tightening and didn't know how much longer he could last, he had to slow down. He released his tight grip on Rachels head. Her eyes flicked up, locking on to Alans, as she resumed running her tongue along the length of his shaft. Alan's hands moved down Rachels long slender neck and caressed her smooth shoulders. Since the moment he'd seen her bouncing across the car park he'd been desperate to take a hold of her massive breasts. He ran his hands over the exposed top half of her heaving cleavage, amazed at how firm they felt. He tried in vain to force his fingers inside the tightly fitted bodice, but there was no room. Rachel, worried that his desperate clawing might damage the dress, helped him out. She hooked her thumbs under the hem and with some difficulty managed to wiggle it down. Her glorious 32FF tits burst onto display. Alans jaw hit the floor once more. They were beyond spectacular, perfectly rounded and so pert for such a huge pair. He could tell that her small pink nipples were as hard as rock. He didn't have long to admire them as Rachel once more began feasting on his dick. "Oh yes suck it!" He groaned, his dream was finally realised as he stooped to take hold of her massive swaying tits for the first time. Over and over he mauled her ample flesh, Rachel moaned as he playfully tweaked her nipples. "OH SHIT, I'M CUMMING!! OH FUUUCCCKKKK!!" Alan began to fuck Rachels throat again, as he felt the rush of seamen surging through his shaft. Not worried about whether it hurt her, he squeezed her tits hard, as a wave of ecstasy washed over him. "YESSS!! FUCK YES!" He cried, pumping what felt like litres of built up cum into her beautiful mouth. Rachel loved the feeling of hot jizz dribbling down her throat, Alan pulled out of her mouth and a stream of cum trickled down her chin. She scooped it up and swallowed it all down, before licking Alans cock clean of every last speck. He flinched, his helmet was now so sensitive, his breathing rapid and erratic. "Did you like that? You naughty boy!" Rachel licked her lips. It took a while for Alan to respond. He blinked, trying to refocus his vision, after momentarily blacking out. At last his breathing calmed, "that was unbelievable, you are so fucking good at that." He panted. He helped Rachel to her feet determined to return the favour. He kissed her once more, pinning her against the mirror. He moved his lips down to her jaw, planting passionate kisses all the way down her neck. His hands cupped her breasts as he buried his face into them, slobbering like a hungry dog. Having her tits man handled like this was always a huge turn on for Rachel. She gasped as he chewed on her nipples, moving from one to the other, then back again, feasting on her sensitive flesh. She forced her tits around his face, burying his head between them. She was so wet now and yearned for release. She pushed his head down, Alan quickly got the message and dropped to his knees, twisting Rachel around by the waist. She bent forwards placing both her hands on the mirror, as Alan lifted the long flowing dress up over her hips, Rachel gripped the folds of silk and lace, holding it up. The sight that befell Alan was staggering, he felt his cock immediately twitching back into life as he ran his fingers up the seams of her white stockings, kissing and nibbling the warm smooth skin of her thighs above their lace tops. He spanked her pert bottom relishing the way it rippled each and every time. Rachel squealed in delight as Alan drove his face between her warm cheeks, chewing on her skimpy silk panties. Dragging them down with his teeth he buried his face once more. Her sweet, feminine scent filled his nostrils as he lapped at her juicy pussy. Alan was amazed at just how wet Rachel was as he continued to hungrily devour her, wrapping his arms tightly around her legs as he pushed his tongue deeper inside of her. Rachel screamed as she felt Alans tongue flick rapidly across her swollen clitoris. "Yesss! OH YESSS!" She ground herself down onto his face, as a wave of euphoric electricity rippled through her body. "AAHHH FUCK!" Rachel felt Alans fingers penetrate her. She groaned in pleasure as his pace quickened. She was panting heavily now, gyrating her hips, she wanted his cock in her so badly. Alan stood up, his erection now as hard as rock again. Realizing he was still fully dressed he whipped down his trousers and boxers and lined his meaty cock up with the entrance to her inviting wet pussy. He brushed his tip against her, marveling at the glistening juices which now covered it. "Give me that fat cock, please!" Rachel teased, as she arched her back and looked over her shoulder at him, delighted to see a screwed up snarl of pure lust etched all over his face. Alan pushed his way into her slowly, inching deeper, astounded at how tight her pussy was gripping his hard shaft. He let out a deep groan as he finally thrust all the way in and froze looking down with a shocked expression at what he was doing. Rachel screamed as he drew back and slammed back into her with more and more force. Feeling like the biggest stud on earth, he gripped Rachel by the hips and began to plough her hard and fast. "Take it, yes take it!" he grunted through gritted teeth, as Rachels moans became louder and louder. He was letting instinct take over, he was never normally this bold during sex, but this girl seemed enthused by it. "Fuck this tight little pussy with that fat dirty cock!" She responded, thrusting backwards onto his pistoning dick. Rachel could feel an intense orgasm beginning to build deep inside of her. They stared into each others eyes through the reflection in the mirror. Alan reached forwards and took a hold of her massive swaying tits, feeling their full weight in his hands as he kneaded them all over. They were more perfect than anything he could have ever imagined. He pulled Rachel into a standing position, continuing to fondle her firm breasts as he started to kiss his way up her neck before nibbling on her ear. "Fuck me harder, that's it, FUCK THIS NASTY BRIDE!" Rachel was on the verge now. She'd been desperate for this feeling for weeks and it was finally coming. "You are a naughty little bride aren't you" Alan whispered into her ear, giving her earlobe a gentle lick. He quickened his pace, his balls now slapping against her as he pummelled her pussy harder and faster. "YESSS!! YESSS I AM!" She squealed. Alan thought his heart would give out as he continued to fuck her as hard as his strength would allow. After a few more minutes, just as he thought he was about to collapse, Rachel screamed so loud that Alan reckoned the whole high street would be able to hear her, as an explosive orgasm ripped through Rachels body. Alan could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, as her juices gushed, soaking his balls. He was shocked that he was actually making this incredibly sexy girl cum. Rachel was shuddering all over as she ground down hard on him, screaming as another wave washed over her. Alan slowed down, he was still in a state of utter disbelief, mostly at the fact that he hadn't cum too. Rachel finally got hold of her senses, still twitching, her body now incredibly sensitive after that heavenly orgasm. She was impressed by Alans stamina, many of the younger 'pretty boys' she was used to shagging, would have blown their loads after 20 seconds at that pace. She would take a fucking like this over them any day. She turned her head and planted a gentle kiss on Alans lips, then a naughty thought came to her and she hoped he would play along. "My husbands waiting for me you know." She breathed the words into Alans Mouth. "H...husband...w...what??" Alan was a bit slow on the uptake. "He's at the Church right now, waiting at the alter, it's going to be the happiest day of his life." A wicked smile crept across Rachels face, as Alans eyes widened with understanding. "Oh, ooohhhh, your husband!" Alan had never tried role playing before, but he found it came quite naturally to him, as he continued to shallowly thrust into her. "I bet he's there now, practicing his vows, preparing to devote himself to you." He rammed his cock hard into her, just once and drew it back slowly, Rachel squeaked with pleasure. "He's probably wondering where you are, I'm supposed to be late, but you're his best man." Rachel shook as Alan rammed into her again, holding it in deep. She could feel every vein of his fat meaty cock stretching her quivering pussy, it felt so good. "A best man who has stood by him for years and watched, as his ungrateful friend was getting to fuck the woman of his dreams!" Their pace quickened again, both of them wrapped up in the fantasy. "I could always tell when you were watching me" Rachel moaned. "Staring down my top like a fucking pervert! You call yourself a friend!" "You loved teasing me, didn't you? You little bitch." Alan grasped Rachels bouncing tits in his hands. "Now look, they are all mine." Rachel slapped his hands away playfully. "Fuck you! They aren't yours, you're not the man I'm marrying!" She was loving every second of it. "Well I wonder If I should tell your husband, how much of a dirty cheating slut, his bride to be is?" The word slut was like a trigger for Rachel. She pulled herself off from Alans thrusting cock and spun around. For a brief second Alan thought he had gone too far and Rachel was about to slap him, but instead she leapt at him, passionately kissing him hard and hungrily. He responded by pushing her back up against the wall of the cubicle, holding her head as he feasted on her plump pink lips. He bent down and sucked on Rachels swollen nipples, mashing her tits together in his hands. "I said they aren't for you!" Rachel again pulled his hands away and Alan straightened up. "I'll tell you something which is mine." He said while lifting her up by the ass. Rachel wrapped her legs around his waist, the train of the dress pooled around his feet. "Oh yeah what's that?" She teased. Alan pushed his way deep inside her again. There was no pausing this time as he set about battering her pussy like a wild animal. They kissed in an equally animalistic fashion, devouring each others mouths. Alan looked down at her jiggling tits, squashed against his chest. His cock felt even harder now, like a slab of iron. Before long his arms began to shake, he wasn't as young as he used to be. Rachel noticed and reached up above her head, taking hold of the frame of the cubicle wall, she took some of her own weight. "OHHH FUCK ME!" She cried out as he continued to ravish her, slamming her ass into his crotch, as he speared her up against the wall. Alan didn't know how much more he could take, his balls were aching, longing for release, but somehow he managed to just keep on going. He'd never cum twice in such a short space of time before so assumed it was normal. Rachel wasn't going to argue, she could feel another intense orgasm stirring inside, her moans and squeals were coming thick and fast once more. Just as Alan thought he was about to blow he hitched Rachel up a bit higher, not realising he had his foot planted on the train of her wedding dress. There was a loud ripping noise and both of them froze. "Shit! Was that what I think it was?" Rachels eyes widened in shock. Alan nodded, he dropped her down to her feet and they both bent over to asses the damage. There was about a 4 inch tear to the lining of the dress and a section of lace was flapping loose. "Can you fix it?" Rachel asked, with a panicked tone to her voice. "Yes, it's not too bad, I can probably mend it as good as new." Alan said with some relief. "Good! Now where were we?" Her worries about the dress quickly evaporated as she pushed Alan back till he was sat on the low bench adjacent to the mirror. "Better not risk any further damage though." She reached back and unzipped herself, pulling the dress down over her hips, then stepped out of it. This was the first time Alan had seen Rachel in all her naked splendor, wearing only her white hold-up stockings and the blue garter belt around her right thigh. She was a vision of perfection, standing there, her smooth bronzed skin now glistening with sweat. He looked down at his own out of shape body sticking to his work shirt, and again wondered why on earth this buxom blonde beauty wanted to fuck a tubby old bloke like him. He didn't have long to wallow in his thoughts as Rachel advanced on him. She straddled his lap in a kneeling position, and lowered herself down onto the full length of his shaft. "Oh shit!" Alan groaned as Rachel ground around in a circular motion onto his achingly hard cock. "That's it fuck this cheating bride!" Rachel held his shoulders as she bounced herself up and down on him. Rachel, the Busty Blonde Bridesmaid "Do you like having this best mans dick in you?" Alan responded. "Yes! Oh yes!" Rachel quickened her pace, immediately back into the throws of her fantasy. "Is it bigger than your husbands!" Alan was relieved that he was able to keep going, he'd been seconds away from blowing his load, he was now savouring every second he had with this unbelievable girl. "Much bigger! AAAAHHH!!" Rachel screamed as a wave of euphoria washed over her. "That's it! Take it all like a good little slut!" Alan took control, gripping her ass he pulled her down onto him, again and again. "AHHH YESSS!! GIVE IT TO ME!" She screamed. Alan continued to batter into her as hard and fast as he could. Rachels bouncing tits leapt into his mouth and he latched onto one, sucking hard on her nipple, rubbing his face against them. She screamed again and arched herself back, as she could feel the familiar signs of an orgasm rushing through her body. She moved her hands onto his knees for support and she leaned away from him, frantically thrusting her pelvis back and forth, her muscles quivering, moaning with pleasure. Alan watched as her perfect tits bounced in unison before his eyes. He feverishly pounded into her knowing he only had seconds left. He could feel his cock twitching inside her. He grabbed hold of her magnificent tits and squeezed them tight as a thunderous jet of seamen erupted from his cock. "FUUUCCKK!! HOLY FUCK!" He yelled as more and more streams of hot jizz flooded her tight pussy. Then her pussy contracted, gripping him even tighter as though it was trying to milk every last drop from him. "YEESSSS!! AHHHH YESSSSS!!" Rachel screamed louder than before as her second, even more intense orgasm struck her. Her supporting hands went weak and she nearly fell backwards, but Alan caught her around the waist pulling her back into his lap, he continued to thrust into her as she spasmed uncontrollably, closing her eyes, letting the waves of euphoria crash over her. She soon ground to a halt. The sounds of their combined heavy breathing filled the small cubicle. Rachel kissed him again, before pushing herself up and off of his lap, his softening spent cock slipped out from her. "Thanks I needed that." She said, whilst immediately starting to get dressed back into her work uniform. Alan sat there still in a daze. "I hope you can fix her dress all right." "W...what? Oh yeah no it'll be fine." He was still so out of breath. Rachel finished straightening herself up and she drew back the curtain. For Alan, seeing the outside again was like a spell being broken. He wondered for a mad second whether it had all been a dream, but he looked down and saw his now flaccid cock still gleaming with her juices. He wasn't sure if he had the energy to stand up, but he somehow managed it, whilst pulling up his trousers. "Can I take the bridesmaid dress now then?" "Um yeah, Emily has already paid for it. It's yours now." "Great! Oh and thanks for the garter!" Rachel lifted up her short skirt, showing that she was still wearing the blue bridal garter around her thigh. She folded the purple dress over her arm and walked towards the door. "Hey!" Alan called after her. "Will I ever get to see you again?" "That depends." Rachel unlocked the door and pulled it open. "On what?" Alan knew his chances were slim but he had to try. "On whether anyone else I know wants me to be their bridesmaid." She smiled at him, and walked away towards her car.