0 comments/ 128903 views/ 6 favorites Bridal Cumslut Ch. 01 By: heeledboots3 I had always suspected that deep down I was somewhat of a cumslut, though I had no idea it would lead me to the experience I had a couple of weeks ago the day after my best friend's wedding...but first you need to know a bit about my past. At around age 18 I discovered the pleasure of trying on my sister's underwear; the first time I pulled on a pair of her panties the sensation of satin rubbing over the tip of my swollen cock made me come instantly. From that day on, whenever the house was empty, I would creep into her room, make a selection of her sexiest lingerie and try it on piece by piece pausing in between to stroke my cock and admire myself in the mirror. After a while, wearing just her underwear was no longer enough and I soon began to experiment with her dresses and high heels. It never occurred to me at the time why I would get so horny dressed in a tight black halter neck dress barely long enough to cover the gusset of my tiny thong, nor why the feeling of having my arse thrust outwards by a pair of heeled boots would make my cock twitch in anticipation. Eventually, at age 20, I went off to university and, without the temptation of my sister's panty drawer, I seemed to settle into more 'normal' masturbation techniques as well as having a girlfriend to help bring me off. Old habits die hard however and in my final year I plucked up the courage to shop for a matching black lace corset and thong with a flowery front panel, stockings with little bows just above the heels, a tiny sky-blue lycra dress and a killer pair of strappy 4 inch heels the same colour as the dress. I got some funny looks from the female shop assistants, but this only served to make me hornier. So horny in fact that I got the idea into my head that the experience I had planned would be incomplete without a dildo. I found a suitable shop and chose a pink one about 6 ½ inches long with variable motor speed. Funnily enough, that was the only shop where nobody looked at me like I was some kind of pervert! That night, when the rest of my house had gone out, I locked myself in my room with half a litre of Jack Daniels and my new outfit. I laid it all out on the bed and admired my excellent choices. Having stripped naked, I poured a drink and set about dressing myself up. With some difficulty I got the corset on, its restrictiveness making my cock grow. Then I rolled the stockings up over my legs, taking care to get the bows correctly positioned, and secured them to the clips of the corset. Next I strapped on the shoes and paraded around the room, reacquainting myself with how to walk on such impractical heels. At this point I was horny as hell so I gulped down my drink and sat down to give my dick a few, tender strokes so that the warmth of the JD in my throat and stomach would be matched by a similar warmth in my cock. I then put on the dress, relishing the way in which it clung to the curves of my sensuous body, and I pulled it down by its hem to hide my arse, cock and the tops of my stockings. Covering myself up like this made the blood beat in my head because I knew that underneath the exterior I was kitted out like a whore. I had deliberately left the thong till last firstly because panties are my favourite item of clothing and secondly so that I could later pull them down in a fit of passion without having to fiddle with the corset clips to remove the stockings. I now stepped into the thong and slid it up over my legs; the sound of the two materials as they glided past each other made my breath come in short gasps and I felt my dick straining upwards, eager for another few gentle strokes. I resisted this temptation however and, having lifted the bottom of the dress to my waist, I pulled the panties into position, placing my cock flat against my stomach and nestling my balls into the gusset of the thong. God, it felt so good to once again have my balls gently grasped by the material of a pair of panties and the sensation of the narrow strip running up between my arse cheeks and resting against my puckered hole made me weak at the knees. As I wanted to make myself come like never before I decided to tease myself for a while, so I sat back down at my desk, pushed my study materials out of the way, opened up my top drawer and took out some of my porn. My collection was pretty basic and most of the magazines were soft-core, but fortunately I had been lent another which depicted all aspects of the joys of sex; oral, anal, double penetration, a group of four men using a slut dressed like a nurse and, of course, facial come shots. Lazily leafing through the magazines I poured more JD and smoked a couple of cigarettes; after a while I started to push my hips forward in the chair so I could feel the new panties squeezing my balls and I also crossed my legs tightly to enhance the sensation. Next I placed my hands behind me, drawing my shoulders back and thrusting my chest forward as my spine arched. I felt so feminine that I proceeded to rub what would have been my breasts and soon my cheeks became flushed as I realised how much of bitch in heat I looked. It was time to take it to the next level... I stood and walked my way to the bed, making sure to cross my feet one in front of the other so that my arse swayed side to side. I picked up the vibrator and held it in my right hand savouring its fleshy feel and admiring its realistic glans. Slowly and tentatively I pushed out my tongue and began to lick around the tip. I was getting so hot now that my cock was pushing out the waistband of my panties and when I glanced in the full-length mirror I saw that I was looking somewhat less like the woman I imagined! To remedy this anomaly I got down on all fours with my arse high in the air and my head near to the floor so that in the mirror I looked like I was begging to be fucked doggy style. I also noticed that the dress had slid up the backs of my legs and over my arse so that I could see the flowery tops of the stockings and the band of the thong tracing my crack. The sight of me like this unleashed my desires like a banshee and I held the dildo upright on the floor and pushed my mouth onto it with such force that I gagged. Undeterred, I worked up a pace on the cock that astonished me; thrusting my head down it and feeling my lips stretch to take its full girth, I reached between my legs to rub my dick through the thong. I continued like this for a few minutes until my mouth was beginning to ache, at which point I withdrew what was now in my mind the real cock I had been gobbling down and I began to lick furiously around the bell end. "I'm such a little slut", I murmured. "Do you like me sucking on this swollen cock of yours? Why don't you teach me how bad I've been and fuck me with it? Please, fuck it into me..." I suddenly realised what I had just said and my eyes went wide with desire as I licked my lips in anticipation. I needed that cock in me like everybody else needs air. I got to my feet and slowly peeled the dress up over my body. Looking down I saw my dick was bright red so I pulled back my foreskin to reveal its purple head. It was bouncing with the rhythm of my heart and when I touched it pre-come oozed from the tip. I had better be careful, I thought, I'm not gonna waste this. I continued to lift the dress over my head and when I saw myself in the mirror corset clad, stockings, heels and my throbbing member I felt myself starting to come. It took everything I had in me to hold back, screwing my eyes shut and holding my breath, but hold back I did. After the waves had subsided, I strutted to my bedside table and took a tub of Vaseline I used to grease my girlfriend's arse when we had anal sex and I got back on the floor in front of the mirror. I assumed the same position as before and slowly and deliberately began to tease the panties down over my bum and legs. When they reached the middle of my thighs I pushed my arse as high as it would go and, grasping each cheek firmly, I spread them so I could see my hole. It looked so small in comparison to the width of my rubber cock, and I felt myself shudder. Whether that was through fear or delight I will never know, but I realised I had better get on with it before I lost my nerve. I scooped a blob of Vaseline from the pot and touched it to my sphincter; instantly I felt it twitch in response to the lubricant's coolness and slowly I began to work it around, gently pushing my index finger against the hole. Suddenly, it popped inside. I gasped in shock, but straight away I felt a beautiful warmth as I began to work my finger in a circular motion. I was getting more and more aroused by the minute my breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps as the corset restricted the full inflation of my lungs. Nothing, however, could prepare me for the sensation of removing my finger. As I did so I felt my arse assist by pushing it out, and once the tip was clear it snapped shut around the emptiness left behind. Involuntarily I began to moan. I knew what I had to do next. Scooping more lube from the jar I recoated my index finger and this time I also slicked up the middle one as well. Looking over my left shoulder, I positioned both fingers against my ring. I began to push at it until once again my fingers disappeared up to my first knuckle. I felt my thighs begin to tremble at the sense of fullness I now had in my virgin arse and slowly I pushed them further in. As they forged their sinful path, my mouth began to gape and I needed to shut my eyes to get a handle on the pain I was now feeling. I wasn't bothered by the fact that it hurt; indeed, it made me feel like a dirty, perverted bitch. When they were buried up to the hilt I opened my eyes and looked round at myself in the mirror. I had always wanted to feel as much like a woman as possible and even though I had my fingers in my arse I felt like I was discovering the world of female masturbation for the first time. I grinned at myself and began to pump my hand in and out, going wild at the alternate states of ravenous emptiness and wanton satisfaction. I pulled my fingers out one final time and spread my arse cheeks as before; this time my hole was gaping open and reddened by the efforts of my digits. The sight of it greatly aroused me. I was still apprehensive, however, about getting that cock up there and I recalled something I had heard a friend say when we snorting poppers in a club. He reckoned that gay men use them to loosen their rings to make it easier to take a cock; so I went to my top drawer and rummaged around for the bottle I had until now forgotten about. Back on the floor I removed the lid and took a few sniffs. Almost immediately I felt the familiar heat in my face and body as each of my nerve endings reacted to the enveloping sensation of intoxication. I then greased the rubber cock, took another couple of sniffs, and positioned the tool against my hungry hole. When I felt the poppers having their effect, I pushed the cock in about half way. My hips began to thrust backwards instinctively and I let out a delighted squeal as I felt my sphincter embrace the dildo like its oldest friend. My heart was now in my mouth and its every beat rocketed through my body. "I want to be fucked like a slut...stick it in my cunt..." I gasped. I started pushing the cock in and out and smiled at the noises I could hear it making as it popped out at the end of each stroke. "Faster...uh uh...faster...that's it...mmmmmmm...it feels so good..." The whole of my lower body was now on fire as the vibrator invaded my most secret place. I stuffed it into my arse as far as it would go and left it there while I caught my breath. I then rolled onto my back so I could get easy access to my cock and I spread my legs. When I saw myself, I was amazed at how comfortable I looked with that thing up there, my face flushed with shameless desire; I reached down and switched the motor on. As the vibrations began to spread out through my hips, stomach, arse, cock and balls a low and constant moaning escaped my throat. I reached down to my dick and grasped it around the middle. Furiously, I wanked it off, enjoying the lightness that had possessed my entire body. After about fifteen strokes my knees quivered, my arse bucked up and down, my cries escalated into a series of high pitched shrieks and an orgasm wound itself up tightly in the depths of my anus before exploding throughout my lower body. The rush of heat was like molten steel being thrown across me; my balls tightened and thick, white come began to ooze from my dick. Half a second later I was shooting slug after slug of burning, sticky spunk onto my corset; with each pump I felt my arsehole clench around the dildo and when I pulled it out the jets hit me in the face, splattering across my mouth and nose; some even got in my eye and my hair. I continued to beat my dick until the ejaculate had ceased but my hole continued to spasm for about twenty seconds more. When my orgasm had fully dissipated I scooped the sticky sperm of my corset and held my fingers to my face. Looking in the mirror I fed it to myself, dumping the majority into my open mouth. I gagged at its bitter taste but didn't want to waste it so I resisted the urge to spit it out and then licked the remnants off my fingers. I also licked around my mouth to get as much of it as I could. I then opened up to display the prize of warm spunk on my tongue and, having closed it again, I smiled like a filthy slut and swallowed every last drop. Having pulled my panties back up over my deflating cock and widened arse I climbed into bed and drifted into a contented sleep, my hole burning pleasurably at its first, but by no means last, fucking. To be continued... Bridal Cumslut Ch. 03 So there I was in the bride's bed, the alcohol from the reception beginning to wear off, the bride draped across me, come oozing from her gaping arse and cunt juice drying around her stretched pussy. "Thanks for doing that...I was dreading not getting a good fucking on my wedding day!" "Anytime", I whispered as I twisted round to kiss her wet mouth. Perhaps I should explain. Shortly after I graduated from university I got a phone call form one of my closest friends, let's call her Vicky, to announce that she was soon to be married. At first I was devastated; we had been fuck-buddies in the past and had used those opportunities for the kind of kinky sex we were too shy to ask our partners for. I assumed that as someone was making an honest woman of her, those opportunities would be lost forever. When the day of the wedding arrived, however, I noticed that the groom appeared to be somewhat less than straight and when I pressed Vicky on this point she confided in me (although to be honest I think most people knew) that she was marrying a gay man so he could get a residency visa and stay in the country. I hugged her and whispered that since her husband to be was gay, perhaps I should be the one who helped consummate her marriage. Anyway, the wedding was beautifully arranged and the reception was pretty wild to say the least, but now here I was in Vicky's bed enjoying the vapour of sex that hung in the air. Lazily she began to trace her finger over my dick and round my balls. My cock began to get reluctantly hard (well, I had just screwed her seven ways from Sunday), but when her finger moved between my balls and arse my cock started to harden rapidly. Noticing this, she smiled at me and proceeded to tickle my ring. "You like that don't you? I can see you're ready for some action again!" At this point I was moaning softly, and when she popped her finger into my hole I gasped. "That's good, isn't it?" "Ohhhh, Vicky, don't stop..." Suddenly, she did stop and from the look on my face she knew my disappointment. "I didn't know you liked it in the arse..." she mused. "How long has that been going on?" I told her I was relatively new to anal play and explained how I had slutted myself up at university and stretched my hole for the first time with that pink vibrator. "Women's underwear as well, eh? Well, you certainly have gone up a notch or two...have you ever had a real cock?" "No, I haven't, but you know what? I'm dying to get my hands on one..." "Well," she purred, "why don't you get some sleep...I've got plans for you in the morning. But first, put these on." She handed me the pair of white silk panties that were part of her wedding outfit, and eagerly I pulled them over my legs, savouring the soft material's caress on my cock. I drifted slowly to sleep, my mind racing at what she had planned... The next day I awoke to find myself alone in the room. Vicky had left a note on her pillow telling me to shower and wait for her return. I got out of bed, noticing the panties I was wearing, and I went down the hall to clean myself up. When I got back, Vicky was there and she had with her a large plastic bag bulging with goodies. "So...if you're going to have some cock, we had better make you look like a woman. We both know that women have silky smooth legs, so let's get rid of your hair." Out of the bag she took a tube of hair removing cream and motioned for me to get on the bed on top of the towel she had placed there. As she smeared the cool cream over my legs she talked about how excited she was that I would soon know what it's like for a woman to feel and suck her first cock. The why she was talking and the cool cream spread to the tops of my legs up to the edges of my groin caused blood to pump into my dick and before long I was at my full length. After a few minutes she began to scrape away the cream, and with it my hair. "Feel how soft and smooth you are...such sexy legs..." I ran the tips of my fingers along them; they didn't feel like they were a part of me and I couldn't help but reach for my dick. "No!" shouted Vicky, "we've still got a long way to go. Besides, as you are becoming a woman you will have to forget about that thing of yours. Women are different...you have to be patient if you want to come. Now, how would you like to have a bald pussy?" The reference to my pussy made my cock twitch and all I could do was nod. Vicky began to trim the hair from my dick, balls and arsehole. When she was done she took a disposable razor and some shaving foam and started to shave my most sensitive parts. The rasp of the razor had me gasping for breath and I could feel my hole expanding and contracting. "There," she said, reaching for a mirror and displaying to me the nakedness of my genitals, "little sluts like you always want to show off their bits because they know it drives men wild." The sight of it certainly drove me wild, but I remembered what Vicky had told me about patience and I resisted the urge to touch myself. "OK, now it's time to get you ready for your man...come over here." I stood and walked over to Vicky who had moved to her drawers. She reached inside and took out the creamy white basque she had worn beneath her wedding dress the day before. "Seeing as you are a cock virgin, I have decided to dress you up as if it were you who got married yesterday and not me. We will enact your wedding night and I've enlisted my husband's assistance for the experience. Now let's get you into this basque." I love the restrictiveness of women's underwear and the basque was no exception, it's rigid curves shaping my body into that of a woman. Next came her silky stockings which we pulled up right to the tops of my newly softened legs before clipping into place. At this point we stopped to see how I was looking in the mirror. I thought I looked wonderfully feminine, apart from my raging hard on poking forth like a charmed snake, but Vicky wasn't satisfied. "You're lacking in one very important respect...your tits." With this she reached into the bag and pulled out two soft plastic globes which she had bought earlier. She pulled the front of the basque away from my body and we contrived to fit them inside its cups. I looked at myself again and this time I saw I now had a perfect set of C cup breasts. Turning so I could see from different angles how I looked, I noticed that my new tits counterbalanced the pertness of my arse. God knows I was getting hornier by the minute, but I didn't realise Vicky was until I felt the crack of her palm across my butt cheeks. She lifted her short skirt to reveal a minute pair of black crotchless panties with pink lace trim surrounding her pussy. She reached down with her left hand and started to frig her clit. I could see pussy juice glistening on her swollen lips. Suddenly, I felt the crack of her hand again but this time much harder. My stinging arse was as red as my blushing cheeks. "Look at you, you little whore. That's twice I've slapped you, and your cock is harder than ever. What are we going to do with a fuck slut like you?" "Finish getting me ready...I'm dying for that cock..." With another slap of my backside, Vicky reached into her drawer and handed me a pair of panties. They were a similar colour to the corset and had black ribbon lacing that began at the crotch and held together the panties up the back. Half way up there was a small bow where the ribbon was tied. I sat on the bed and stepped my legs into the pants. Holding my cock against my lower stomach, I pulled them into place. I had to tease them up over my arse, but when I was in them I couldn't help but comment on the delicate way they caressed me. Vicky told me to get on the bed on all fours. "Now this bow will come in handy when you want that hole of yours fucked. All we need to do is pull it, like this, and you're ready." I felt the panties split apart and expose my ring to the air. Vicky bent between my cheeks and blew on my arse. I could feel it contracting immediately, and when Vicky pressed her hot and moist tongue to it I let out a low moan, thrusting my 'pussy' into her mouth. "Don't get carried away," she purred, "we still haven't finished." Next came a brunette wig which reached half way down my back, and this was followed by Vicky's wedding dress. It was a shoulderless and strapless affair in ivory satin with flowery embroidery hand stitched in silk. True to form, Vicky had chosen a designer who had abandoned traditional styles and had cut the bottom of the dress perilously short. It was barely long enough to cover my stocking tops, as I'm a couple of inches taller than Vicky, but it enveloped my body like a glove and accentuated my curves. "Now," said Vicky, "while you were asleep I sneaked a look at your shoe size and I've borrowed pair of boots from my friend which will fit you." With this she took from the bag a pair of thigh high white leather boots with four inch heels, particularly severe arches and toes that tapered into a point. I sat back down again and started to put them on. They were quite a tight fit, but with a little effort I got my feet into them and slowly drew each zip up the insides of my legs, the sound burning it's sluttish imagery into my mind. This sound obviously had a similar effect on Vicky because when I looked up at her she was once again playing with her pussy, although this time she had a couple of fingers buried inside it. Teasingly she withdrew them, gave her clit one last loving swirl and held them forth to my mouth. I held out my tongue and lapped gently at them, tasting and breathing in her sweet nectar before sucking them greedily to the back of my mouth. "So you like the taste of women as well, do you? You wouldn't think a little virgin like you was just as eager to taste her own kind as she was to gobble a juicy cock…" The mention of cock made me suck harder on her fingers, but she snatched them away from me. "Just a few more touches and then you'll be ready for him." Vicky led me to her dressing table and began to rifle through her make-up bag. She took out some foundation, eye-shadow, eye-liner, lip-liner, lipstick, mascara and a pair of false eyelashes. "Before I doll you up, we should pluck your eyebrows into a more feminine line." She worked quickly and deftly with the tweezers until there was nothing left but a fine curve which seemed to accentuate my cheekbones and make my eyes look bigger. Next she attached the false eyelashes which further widened my eyes. She applied the foundation after that with a small sponge, and moved onto the eye shadow. All the while the smell of make-up was arousing me and I could feel my cock straining to break free from the sexy little panties I was wearing. Slowly but surely my face was transformed into that of a woman and as it changed I felt myself becoming more and more feminine. This was shaping up to be much more interesting than my experience at university! Vicky next glued false finger nails to my hands and I delighted in the way they had flesh coloured bases and were finished in white at the tips. Eventually all was complete, except for my lips. "Now, which colour lipstick do you want? Red or bubblegum pink?" Thinking of all the sluts I had seen giving blowjobs on the internet and which colour I preferred to see on a set of parted lips, I opted for the bubblegum pink. Once it was applied, we blotted it and Vicky put on the finishing touch with a slick coat of lip-gloss. I looked at myself in the mirror and looking back at me was a 22-year-old virgin bride, with a gorgeous dress, a fine and firm pair of breasts, a pert arse straining outwards to be spanked, a long mane of brunette hair, wide innocent eyes and a wet, warm and willing mouth which was every inch as slutty as the thigh high leather boots in which she was standing. "Let's go and find your husband," said Vicky, taking me by the hand and leading me out of her room. In the living room we found Andy, dressed in his groom's outfit, smoking a cigarette and toying with a glass of champagne. "Hello, darling," he said as he moved towards me, "would you like some champagne?" My heart was in my mouth at this point, so all I could do was nod. He poured me a glass and brought it over. When I had it in my hand he circled his arm round my lower back and drew me towards him. The kiss was very gentle, and when his slightly parted mouth touched mine a bolt of electricity ran down my spine and into my loins making my knees buckle slightly so that I leaned into him. I opened my lips when I felt his tongue flicking across them and before long we were thrusting our tongues into each other's mouths. I withdrew a little and started licking at his lips, working it up into a frenzy, enjoying the kiss as immensely as I would a kiss with a woman. He pulled back after a while and asked me to join him on the sofa. When I was seated I crossed my legs as high as possible to enhance the pressure in my cock which was by now almost unbearable. Suddenly I heard Vicky's voice…I had forgotten all about her. She was sat there in an armchair with a video camera, which I now know had been rolling since Andy spoke to me. "If this experience is going to work, you must imagine that you are in the honeymoon suite at the most expensive hotel in London." This wasn't particularly hard as Andy was typical of the gay male; he had a very cushy job in banking and without the financial responsibility of children he could afford to live in a penthouse apartment in the middle of the City. All around us were acres of glass and chrome, we were sipping Cristal from our champagne flutes and reclining on leather upholstery designed by no less than Giorgio Armani. "Enjoy yourselves!" Said Vicky as she set the camera on a tripod and left in the direction of her bedroom. "Don't worry," said Andy, seeing the sudden nervousness on my face, "I'll be gentle with you." With this reassurance I put my around him and began to kiss him once more. I was enjoying this so much that I was snapped out of my world when he took my hand and placed it on his trouser leg. Beneath the fabric lay the hard, hot length of his penis. I merely rested my hand there at first, but as our kisses grew more desperately passionate I began to run it up and down his full length. I was so horny now that, taking the initiative, I broke from our kiss, got on my knees on the couch and slowly unzipped his fly. I unbuttoned his shorts and reached inside. Wrapping my slut's hand around his shaft I pulled him free. I gasped when it sprung free, and I realised I hadn't been breathing for about twenty seconds. Even though I have held my own dick, I was amazed at how heavy and hot it seemed and I noted with some interest that he was circumcised. Slowly I bent towards it and gently I kissed its tip. Andy drew in a short breath. It was all the encouragement I needed. My tongue snaked out from between my lips and began to flick over his helmet, enjoying the salty heat it gave forth. Soon, I took a deep breath and slowly lowered myself for the first time onto some male meat. I couldn't believe how hot it was, how it filled me deliciously and how it made me feel. I suddenly became the slut I had always wanted to be, pumping up and down on his prick, stopping to swirl my tongue on his tip, letting him out occasionally to wank him off, my burning saliva acting as the perfect lubricant. The hem of my dress had ridden up over my arse and Andy reached over to spank it as I drew him back into my mouth. The smack of his hand and the exposedness of my rear made me feel so depraved and wanton and I began to understand why women love sucking cock so much. Suddenly I heard the click of a pair of stilettos coming across the hard wood floor. Looking up I saw a woman dressed in a short black pvc outfit with a frilly lace pinafore at the front. She was balanced on top of a pair of strappy six-inch heels. I let Andy's cock flick out of my mouth, and gazed at her in embarrassment. "Don't worry," she laughed, "I'm only the maid." I twigged that this was Vicky, and her outfit was just another part of the experience. I immediately went back to fucking Andy's cock with my aching mouth, caressing and gently squeezing his heavy balls when I felt another slap on my arse that I realised must have been Vicky's as Andy now had both his hands on the back of my head. He started pushing my head up and down on his tool and after the first couple of movements I surrendered to his control. Before long I felt a tug at the back of my panties and they split open, exposing my hole. Vicky smeared some lubricant on it and began to exert some pressure with her index finger. Andy was kind enough to pause for a moment as she slipped her finger into me, but he paused only for a moment. Before I had time to gasp, his cock was back in my mouth and he was fucking it with a new brutality. So much for being gentle! I could feel it banging against the very back of my throat, and a couple of times I gagged on the mouthful of cock he was ramming into me. All the while Vicky was working her finger in and out, stopping inside every now and then to wiggle it back and forth. Before long she added a second. This was more like it!! My butt cheeks were stinging hot now, and I knew they were bright red, whereas my arsehole was radiating a more tranquil warmth throug my cock and balls. I was finally getting accustomed to Andy's drilling of my mouth when, as if from another world, I heard the buzzer to his penthouse go. He stopped his maniacal thrusting, slid out from under me and went to the entry-phone. Vicky took this opportunity to sit back down and kiss me vigorously. She also let me touch her cunt which was thick with blobs of her creamy secretions. When Andy said "Come up" my heart skipped a couple of beats. "Who is it?" I whispered to Vicky. "It's room service," she breathed into my ear. My mind was racing now. What's going on? Who is room service? What are they going to do to me? These questions were gone almost as quickly as they arrived since Andy had now removed a cushion from the sofa, placed it on the floor, lifted me by my hand, and was motioning for me to get on my knees. With a ping the lift doors to his apartment opened and in came five more men. My mouth fell open and soon they had me surrounded. "I know you are still a virgin, but seeing as you have demonstrated what a little slut you want to be I decided to invite some friends over to see for themselves…" Andy pushed his cock towards me and I took it into my mouth, looking into the faces of the other guys. One of them unzipped his fly and, having taken out his dick, advanced in my direction. I let Andy out, but held on so I could continue to work him, and with my other hand grabbed this second cock. Once I had it in my mouth, I closed my eyes and went to work. I had only ever imagined doing one cock, so this was beyond my wildest dreams. When I opened my eyes again I saw Vicky had drawn up a chair and was using one hand to feel her pussy and the other to film this scene in close-up. I gazed around and saw the four other men wanking themselves at the sight of me, so I let go of Andy and reached for my third. These two guys wanted to get both cocks in my mouth which, after a struggle, they did but only up to the base of their tips. God I was feeling good, so many dicks around me, my arse still warm from Vicky's fingering and me dressed up like an inexperienced bride with a whorish twist and two pieces of meat in my mouth. Letting the two cocks free and leading their owners round to my sides, I put on my best slut's face and asked who wanted to use me next. Up until now each penis had been of an average size, but the one that came looming in front of me had to be about nine inches. Bridal Cumslut Ch. 03 Mistaking the shock I displayed by my open mouth as an invitation to stuff it, the guy placed himself between my lips, grabbed my head and began thrusting his hips back and forth. It was so wide I thought my mouth was going to split at the edges; however, soon enough I was taking it like a pro. I looked over at the lens of the camera and Vicky popped her head around it to give me a wink. Taking this as a cue, I started moaning and held my gaze on the lens for posterity. I continued to wank the other two guys in my hands and permit the violation of my mouth for another minute or so, then pulled back to get it out. As I was gasping for breath, Andy offered me a glass of champagne which I drained in a matter of seconds. "You're a fucking slut, aren't you?" demanded the huge cock. "Let's teach her a lesson, Andy, and show her what it is to be fucked for the first time…" "Not yet," said Andy. "She hasn't tasted all of our cocks …" With this, the two guys I hadn't had came round from behind me, dicks bobbing obscenely. I gathered myself together and took the first. As soon as I had it in me I realised I had been subconsciously missing the feeling whilst I had a drink so I started up in earnest, licking from his balls to his tip and engulfing him in my mouth in between. Soon I was swapping these two cocks between my mouth with almost expert dexterity. Sure enough, the moment came when I was jumping between all six of them, not knowing or particularly caring whose I had in my mouth or my hands, except of course for the huge one. When I was sucking him, I gazed into his eyes trying to please him as much as I could. This frenzy died down after a while and I felt a couple of pairs of hands lift me from the floor and carry me to the couch. They stood me up in front of it and Andy unzipped my dress, letting it slide to the floor and rubbing my cock through the fabric of my panties. One of the guys sat on the couch with his arse slid right forward and I saw two others lift Vicky over him. I winced at the pain I saw on her face as he slipped his cock into her arse, but it soon turned to joy as he began pumping it back and forth. Andy then freed my cock from its constraints and two guys lifted me towards Vicky. She spread her cunt open and I pushed my dick inside. I could feel the guy beneath her pumping away, his cock rubbing against mine through the thin fabric of her body. She pulled me towards her and started to kiss me, her tongue thrusting deep into my mouth. That's when I felt something nudging against my hole. Everybody stopped moving whilst whoever owned this cock increased the pressure until my ring yielded and sucked it in past its tip. I gasped at the searing pain which shot through me and I was glad of Vicky's reassuring caresses as it pushed further into my darkest recess. "Fuck me," I panted, "fuck me…" "I will," I heard Andy say as he started the motions, sinking into me and slowly drawing out. "Ohhhhh, God…" I heard myself say, "that's it, that's it, fuck me…" The guy beneath Vicky started to thrust again and Vicky's moaning started up in a similar fashion to mine. Soon we were all rocking in perfect harmony, whenever Vicky's arse was filled, my cock came out of her pussy and my arse thrust back onto Andy's tool. The excitement and confusion of fucking and being fucked at the same time whilst being stimulated by another cock through the wall of Vicky's arse was too much for me and soon I felt that familiar burning tightening itself up deep in my balls and my arse and I started to shout that I was about to come. "So am I," gasped Andy, and with one final thrust I felt his molten spunk flood my anus, jet after jet firing deep into me, further than his cock would reach. This pushed me over the edge and I started shooting deep into Vicky's cunt which turned unbelievably slippery and hot in an instant. My hole was clenching around Andy's cock, which he resumed to pumping in and out of me. The guy under Vicky still had some way to go, as did Vicky who was frantically trying to rub her clit between our bodies. When Andy pulled out of me my arse sealed his come inside me and I turned to see that the one with the huge cock had captured it all on film and now he handed Andy the camera. The other three guys had been watching the show and maintaining each other's erections with hands and mouths. Suddenly the rocking stopped and I saw Andy appear in front of me with the camera. He smiled at me when he saw the expression on my face as I heard the guy with the giant cock say "Now it's time to take a real dick…" He rammed it straight in my quivering hole and instinctively my eyes screwed shut, my draw dropped and I whined in pain. But he kept on going, pushing deeper and deeper into me. The sensation was unbearable and I shouted "stop, stop", but to no avail. It just kept on coming. "There you go, bitch, how's that?" "It hurts so much…please be careful." "OK, OK," I heard him say and slowly he drew it out again. "Just let me get used to it…" I asked. He pushed back in, much more slowly this time, my hole stretching around his shaft. Slowly he built up a rhythm that had me grunting with each thrust, and soon he was fucking me at a pretty normal rate. I felt so good with that cock up my bum and my own in Vicky’s cunt, but I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. The three spectators had now climbed on the sofa, one either side of me and one sitting on the back of it, his legs astride the guy who was reaming Vicky’s arse, his cock thrust towards my mouth. Feverishly I sucked him in, letting him fuck my mouth with his burning rod. We carried on like this for a few more minutes when Vicky’s cries escalated to what could have only been her orgasm. I felt the guy in her arse increase his thrusts with desperation as he came deep inside her. I felt myself coming once more, but the smell of spunk and cock in the air was so overpowering that I barely noticed it. Suddenly, the guy in my mouth withdrew and began to frantically wank himself off. I closed my eyes just in time to feel heavy spurts of come land across my face as he grunted with each jet. I opened them again to see the guys on my sides letting go and I thrashed my head side to side to get as much of their come in my mouth as I could. It was then that the monster dick in my arse started to pump irregularly and I knew I was due for another anal deposit. We all collapsed in a heap, with the exception of Andy who went from each face to the next with the camera, recording our satisfaction for his archive. The last face he came to was mine, splattered with white goo, my tongue flicking around to get what was left into my mouth. After we had untangled each other I stripped down to just my stockings and basque and went with Andy to his room where we lay in each other’s arms, come trickling from my stinging arse and drying to a crust on my slut’s face. “You filthy bitch…I always knew you were the type of bride I was after. So eager to take anything going. You know what you are don’t you?” “Yes,” I purred, delighted the shameful violation I had allowed myself to endure, “I’m a cumslut…and I love it”.