Chapter 10: Wedding bells
Madison couldn’t believe she was actually going to do this.
It had all happened so fast, but she knew she couldn’t turn back now. She was wet, dripping with anticipation and desire. Her body ached as she thought about Matt, wanting him to claim her, to possess her, to make her his. It had been weeks since she had last seen him, but now she was pulling up to the resort he told her to
meet him at for a “big surprise.” She had lied to her husband about where she was going, and she felt a
pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the excitement coursing through her veins. She was a
married woman, for Christ’s sake, but here she was, driving to meet her lover.
She parked her car and made her way to the resort’s lobby. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and
she could hear the muffled moans and groans of other guests already indulging in their fantasies. She felt a
sharp jolt of arousal between her legs as she thought about what was to come. Matt had sent her a dress to wear, not too unlike the one she had worn to her rehersal dinner - yet far more revealing . It was white with lace, a high slit, and low cut in the back and front . It was meant to be eye-catching, to emphasize her curves and draw attention to her assets. Madison’s pussy throbbed in anticipation as she slipped it on, admiring the way it hugged her body, accentuating her curves, and making her feel both sexy and vulnerable.
When she arrived at the resort, she was greeted by a woman who was no more than 22, with long black hair and yellow eyes. She was dressed in a maid’s outfit, her tits large and her ass round, her smile coy and inviting.
"Welcome to the resort, Mrs. Madison," she said, her voice sweet and sultry.
"I'm Veronica. I'll be your guide for the evening. Your fiance, Matt, has arranged everything. He's waiting for you upstairs."
Madison's heart pounded in her chest as Veronica led her through the resort, the sound of moans and groans growing louder with each step. She could feel the heat radiating from the rooms they passed, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Veronica was an older woman but sexy in her own right. Her red dress was professional but also revealing.
As they reached the stairs, Veronica turned to face Madison, her eyes burning with desire. "Before we go up, there's something you should know. Matt has arranged for a special...initiation. It's a surprise.
He wants to make it special. He wants to claim you, make you his. He's waiting upstairs, in the master suite. He's been waiting for you, Madison," Veronica purred, her hand resting on Madison's lower back, guiding her up the stairs.
Madison's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the heat between her legs, the ache in her pussy as she anticipated what was to come. She didn't know what Matt had in store for her, but she knew it was going to be wild, raw, and intense. She felt Veronica run her hands across her body , her fingertips tracing the curve of her hip, brushing against the fabric of her dress. Madison felt a shiver of desire run down her spine.
"You look so beautiful, Madison," Veronica purred, her voice thick with desire. "Matt is one lucky man."
Madison's heart pounded in her chest as they reached the top of the stairs. Veronica led her to a door at the end of the hallway, her hand resting on Madison's lower back. She could feel the heat radiating from the door, could hear the muffled sounds of pleasure coming from inside.
Veronica turned to face her, her eyes dark and intense. "Are you ready, Madison?" she asked, her voice a low murmur.
Madison nodded, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She was ready. She was ready to be claimed, to be possessed, to be fucked. She was ready to be Matt's.
Veronica smiled, her hand reaching for the door handle. "Good. Because Matt's been waiting for you." She pushed the door open, and Madison's breath caught in her throat as she saw him standing there, waiting for her. But it was a small arch, with a bed next to it. He wore a loose fitting blazer, and next to him stood her best friend Chelsea, crying looking like a maid of honor.
Everyone had candles, and they were lit as she entered the room. He was naked, his huge, thick cock standing tall and proud, the tip glistening with pre-cum. It was so fucking big, so much bigger than her husband's. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock and arousal.
"Madison, my love," Matt said, his voice deep and husky. "I've been waiting for you. And now, you're here. You're mine. Happy surprise wedding day.”
Madison's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sight of him, his body glistening with sweat, his cock throbbing with need.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her best friend, Chelsea, was standing next to him, her eyes downcast, her body trembling with sobs. She was dressed in a maid of honor dress, her blonde hair cascading down her back in loose curls.
“What the fuck is going on, Matt?” Madison whispered, her voice barely audible, her mind racing with confusion and fear.
Matt smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. “Happy surprise wedding day, Madison. I wanted to make this special. I wanted to claim you, to possess you, to make you mine forever.
To make you my wife, my queen, my fucking property."
Madison stared at Matt, her heart pounding in her chest. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions – shock, fear, excitement, confusion. But beneath it all, there was a raw, primal need that she couldn't deny.
"Madison, baby, come here," Matt commanded, his voice low and intense.
Madison hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to Chelsea. Her best friend was still crying, her body trembling with sobs. Then she saw it. Cum on her chin and thighs . It was Matt’s, she realized. And Chelsea’s face was red and swollen.
“Matt, what did you do?” Madison asked, her voice shaking.
Matt just smiled, his cock still hard and ready.
“I made her taste my cum, baby. I made her lick it off my cock like a good little toy .” Matt said, his voice thick with lust.
“Matt, stop it! She’s my best friend! I can’t believe you fucking did this!” Madison shouted, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Calm down, baby. Chelsea here was fluffing me. I’ll need to pound you all night. Besides, she has a sick little secret she needs to confess to you. Don’t you bitch?” Matt growled. He grabbed Chelsea's hair, forcing her to look up at Madison. Her eyes were red and puffy, but there was a gleam of lust and excitement in them. “Tell her what you like, Chelsea. Tell her what you like to do with my cock.”
Chelsea whimpered, but she knew better than to disobey Matt. She looked up at Madison, her cheeks flushed with humiliation and arousal. “I-I like sucking your cock, Matt,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I like tasting your cum.
I like feeling your big cock in my throat,” Chelsea continued, her voice shaking with both fear and lust.
Madison was shocked. She had never seen this side of Chelsea before. She had never imagined that her best friend could be so...submissive. So dirty.
“Is that right, you little slut?” Matt asked, his voice dark and intense. He released Chelsea's hair, but she stayed where she was, looking up at Madison with a mix of embarrassment and desire.
Madison's mind was racing. She was shocked, disgusted, and yet...aroused.
“tell her everything. Confess what you’ve been doing with your best friends panties all these years!” Matt demanded, his eyes dark with lust and satisfaction. “Tell her how you’ve been sniffing them, how you’ve been fucking yourself with them, how you’ve been dreaming of my eating her pussy fucking you like the little whore you are.”
Chelsea’s face turned bright red, but she knew better than to disobey Matt. She looked up at Madison, her eyes filled with shame and desire. “I-I've been doing those things, Madison. I've been...I've been using your panties to pleasure myself. I've been dreaming of your body. And Matt caught me.
Fuck. He caught my best friend wearing my fucking panties. Sniffing them, rubbing her pussy with them, and fucking herself with them. I was horrified. Repulsed. But fuck, my cunt was dripping wet. The thought of Chelsea, my best friend, using my panties to get off was so fucking filthy. So fucking wrong. So fucking hot.
"Madison, baby, look at me," Matt growled, his cock standing at full attention, glistening with precum. "You like what you see? You like what you hear?"
She couldn't deny it. She had never sexually thought of women before , but there was something about the sight of Chelsea, her best friend, so debased and submissive, that made her pussy clench with desire. She felt a flush of heat between her legs, her nipples hardening beneath the flimsy fabric of her dress.
Matt saw the conflict in Madison's eyes, the mix of shock, disgust, and arousal. He smirked, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. "That's right, baby. You like what you see. You like what you hear. You like knowing that your best friend has been dreaming of you. Dreaming of tasting your pussy. Chelsea - show Madison here what you’re wearing under that dress .”
Chelsea’s face turned a deeper shade of red, but she obeyed Matt’s command, slowly reaching under her dress and pulling out a pair of Madison’s panties, which had been stuffed in her mouth. She held them up for Madison to see, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment and arousal.
Madison gasped, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. She could see the evidence of Chelsea’s use, the scent of her arousal still lingering on the fabric. She felt a jolt of arousal between her legs, her pussy clenching with desire.
“Fuck, baby, look at that.
Your best friend has been using your fucking panties to get off on. She’s been dreaming of you, dreaming of your pussy. She’s been fantasizing about tasting your fucking cunt. Isn’t that fucking hot, Madison? Doesn’t that make your little pussy clench with desire?” Matt growled, his voice thick with lust as he stroked his cock, his eyes locked on Madison.
Madison’s breath hitched in her throat, her body trembling with shock, disgust, and arousal. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, what she was hearing.
Chelsea began to remove her dress to reveal she was wearing Madison’s bra and panties she had worn and gotten sweaty and uriney just days earlier.
She stood there, trembling and blushing, her nipples hardening.
Matt ran his hand through Chelsea’s hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. "You like that, don't you, bitch? You like being her little slut, her little cuckold. You like tasting her pussy, don't you?"
Chelsea moaned in response, her body shuddering with desire. "Y-yes, Matt. I love it. I love tasting her. I love being her slut."
Madison watched, her heart pounding in her chest, her body trembling with a mix of shock and arousal.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing, what she was hearing. But she couldn't deny the heat that was building between her legs, the ache in her pussy. She wanted to hate Chelsea, to be disgusted by her, but all she could feel was a raw, primal need.
"Good girl," Matt murmured, running his hand over Chelsea's ass, his fingers brushing against the edge of Madison's panties. "You've been a good little slut, haven't you?"
Chelsea nodded, her eyes downcast, her cheeks flushed with arousal and embarrassment.
I've been a good little slut," she whispered.
Matt's hand tightened in Chelsea's hair, his other hand trailing down her spine, lingering on the curve of her ass. "And what do good little sluts get?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
Chelsea's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. "They get to serve their mistresses, sir," she whispered.
Matt's eyes never left Madison's as he spoke. "That's right, bitch.
And who's your mistress?" Matt asked, his grip on Chelsea's hair tightening, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
"You are, Mistress Madison," Chelsea replied, her voice a soft whimper. Madison felt a surge of power at Chelsea's words, a dark, primal desire that she had never known existed within her. She saw Chelsea's body tremble with anticipation, saw the way her nipples hardened under the sight of the lace bridal lingerie Madison wore, and she knew that she wanted to claim her as her own.
"Good girl," Madison said, her voice low and husky to her own surprise. She had never heard herself sound so dominant, so in control. She felt a surge of power at Chelsea's submission, at the way her best friend was looking up at her with wide, desperate eyes. "Now, come here and taste your mistress."
Chelsea hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to Matt. He nodded, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Go on, Chelsea. Make Madison feel good. Make her cum all over your tongue. But first get naked.”
Chelsea obeyed, crawling over to Madison on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air, her tits swaying with each movement.
She stopped in front of Madison, her eyes cast downward, her cheeks flushed with humiliation and arousal. Madison could see the evidence of her desire, the way her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet and swollen.
Madison reached out, her fingers tangling in Chelsea's hair, guiding her head between her legs. "That's it, bitch. Taste your mistress. Taste my fucking pussy."
Chelsea hesitated for a moment, her body trembling with anticipation. Then, she leaned in, her tongue tentatively touching Madison's pussy, tasting her for the first time. Madison watched Chelsea’s naked body and studied it closely , her eyes lingering on her small, perky tits, her tiny waist, and juicy ass. She hadn't realized how sexy Chelsea was until now. She was a dirty little whore, just like Matt had said. She wanted to feel her tongue on her, to feel her sucking her off.
"Good girl," Madison encouraged, her voice husky with desire. "Lick it, baby. Show me how you want to eat my pussy."
Chelsea moaned, her tongue darting out to lick Madison again, this time with more enthusiasm.
Matt plopped in the chair across from the bed where the two women lay, pulling out his meaty cock and stroking it slow enjoying watching the taboo scene. His soon to be wife, which he had stolen from Nick, no writhing in pleasure from her best friend who he had drained his balls in earlier that morning – his cum still fresh in her belly and mouth. Madison’s back was arched, her eyes closed and she was moaning, her legs spread wide, swallowing Chelsea’s face. The sight was fucking beautiful.
Chelsea was eager, her tongue licking and sucking on Madison's clit, her nose buried in her best friend's pussy, her breath hot and heavy against her flesh. Madison’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against Chelsea's face as she sucked and licked her clit.
Matt’s cum was still running down Chelsea’s leg , mixing with her own juices. He watched, his cock throbbing in his hand, as Madison grinded against Chelsea's mouth, her body writhing with pleasure.
"That's it, bitch," Madison moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Eat my fucking pussy. Make me cum all over your pretty little face."
Chelsea moaned in response, her tongue working feverishly against Madison's clit, her fingers digging into Madison's thighs as she held her in place. Madison's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as she felt the orgasm building inside her.
Matt loved what his fiancée had become . He loved seeing her best friend, her so-called vanilla best friend, eating her out like a goddamn porn star. He knew he was a fortunate son of a bitch to have such a perverted dream come true.
It was like Madison was a different person, a fucking sex goddess who loved getting fucked and making other women eat her pussy. He jerked off harder, watching his two sluts going at it, his cock throbbing with need.
Chelsea was a good cocksucker, but she was a fucking incredible pussy eater. The sight of her lapping at Madison's cunt was driving Matt wild. He had always loved fucking and corrupting married women, but this was a whole new level.
Madison was his prize, his trophy wife, and Chelsea? Well, she was just a little bonus gift that he had decided to claim as well. Seeing the two of them together was enough to make his cock throb with need. He needed to fuck them both, to claim them as his own.
Madison's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against Chelsea's face as she sucked and licked her clit. Matt felt his own desire growing, his cock throbbing in his hand as he watched the scene unfold. He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to be inside them, to feel their bodies wrapped around his cock. But first things first. He needed to officially make Madison his wife. He stood up, pulled Chelsea off Madison, and announced his master plan he had cooked up for weeks . The fire within him was fiercer than he'd ever felt it before. He was going to mark Madison as his.
"Chelsea, get on the bed. On your hands and knees," he commanded, his voice deep with lust.
Chelsea complied, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. Madison watched as Chelsea crawled to the bed, her ass high in the air, her pussy glistening with her own juices and Matt's cum.
Matt turned to Madison, his eyes dark with desire. "Now, Madison, I want you to make Chelsea help you get ready for the best night of your life - marrying me. I’ve taken care of everything. The dress, the paperwork, the ring. All that’s left if for you to get ready, ditch the ring of your cuck ex, and proceed with the I dos.” Madison's eyes widened, her mouth opening in shock. But Matt could see the glint of desire in her eyes as she took in Chelsea's naked form, her pussy glistening with a mix of her own arousal and his cum. He knew that she wanted to taste it, to feel Chelsea's tongue on her again. He could practically smell her pussy juices from where he stood. He knew that she was ready.
“Chelsea, I want you to help Madison get ready,” Matt instructed. “Make sure she looks like the perfect little whore bride for me.”
Chelsea nodded, her face flushed with excitement and desire.
"Yes, Sir," she whispered.
She turned to Madison, her eyes filled with lust and anticipation. "Come on, Madison. Let's get you ready for your big day."
Madison hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking between Chelsea and Matt. She was still in shock, still trying to process everything that was happening. But she could feel the heat building between her legs, the ache in her pussy. She knew she wanted this, wanted them both. But what had begun as a fling and a fantasy was now becoming very real.
Chelsea reached out, her hands gently touching Madison's shoulders, guiding her towards the en-suite bathroom.
Madison's heart was pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she followed her best friend's lead. She couldn't believe what she was doing, what she was about to do. But she knew she wanted it, wanted them both.
The bathroom was large and luxurious, with a huge bathtub and a shower big enough for four people. Madison's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. The bathtub was filled with bubbles, the scent of expensive soap and candles filling the air. A wedding dress and lingerie hung on the rack, along with what appeared to be a dress for Chelsea.
Madison peered at the tags and found her own name on the garment. She gasped, her cheeks flushing with heat. It was an extremely sexy and revealing bridal dress, fit for the unusual circumstances.
Chelsea? Smelling of cum and sex, helped Madison undress as if she was in a submissive trance, her hands gentle and practiced as she unzipped the back of Madison's dress. Madison could feel Chelsea's breath on her neck, and she shivered with anticipation. Chelsea's fingers brushed against Madison's skin, and she felt a jolt of arousal between her legs.
She had never been touched by another woman before, and the sensation was both foreign and exhilarating. She caught Chelsea's eye in the mirror, her own reflection flushed and eager.
"You're beautiful, Madison," Chelsea whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I've never seen anyone as gorgeous as you."
Madison felt a flush of heat at Chelsea's words, her body tingling with anticipation. She reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of Chelsea's jaw, her touch soft and hesitant. "I never would have guessed you felt this way, Chelsea," she murmured.
Their eyes held for a moment, a silent understanding passing between them. Then, Madison felt Chelsea's hand on her thigh, her fingers inching higher, closer to the heat between her legs. She gasped, her body tensing, but Chelsea's touch was gentle, coaxing.
"Neither did I," Chelsea admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "But now...now I can't stop thinking about it. About you. And lucky for me , your soon to be husband has allowed me to serve you. Serve you both.”
Madison's breath hitched as Chelsea's fingers brushed against her pussy, her clit throbbing with need.
“what about your husband? Your life?” Madison said with a shutter as Chelsea melted to her knees fully removing Madison’s dress, preparing to help her slide into her new wedding gown.
Chelsea had her eyes cast downwards, her fingers trembling with the anticipation of serving her best friend, of serving Matt. She slowly pulled the zipper down on the back of her sexy, revealing wedding dress, her breath hitching as she exposed Madison’s bare skin, her perfectly curved back, her perky, round ass.
Madison felt a jolt of arousal as Chelsea’s hands brushed against her skin, her touch soft and sensual. She gasped as Chelsea’s fingers lingered on her waist, her hips, her ass, as she helped her step into the dress.
“You look so fucking hot, Madison,” Chelsea whispered, her voice thick with desire.
“I can't wait to see you in this dress.”
Madison felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine as Chelsea's fingers brushed against her skin, helping her into the dress. She felt a pang of guilt for what she was about to do, for the man she was about to marry, but the ache in her pussy was too strong to ignore.
“Thank you, Chelsea,” Madison murmured, her voice husky with need.
Chelsea stepped back, her eyes roaming over Madison's body, her expression one of pure lust. “You look like a fucking dream, Madison.
A bride fit for a king.” Matt’s voice was thick with lust as he stepped into the bathroom, his eyes raking over Madison’s body. She stood in the sexy, revealing wedding dress that Chelsea had just helped her into, her nipples hard and her pussy throbbing with desire.
“Thank you, Matt,” Madison replied, her voice barely a whisper. She felt a flush of heat at his compliment, her body tingling with anticipation.
Matt walked over to her, his cock rock hard and straining against his pants. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “You’re mine now, Madison.
All mine. And I’m going to fuck you like it’s our wedding night,” Matt growled, his eyes dark with desire. He spun Madison around, her new wedding dress rustling around her, and unzipped it slowly, revealing her lace-covered back and smooth skin inch by inch.
“Matt,” Madison gasped, her breath hitching as she felt his hands on her, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down her spine.
“Shh, baby. Just enjoy it,” Matt murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. He slid the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of white fabric at her feet.
he then handed Chelsea a new pair of panties. Ones that said “Mrs grant” - Madison’s soon to be last name.
“dress my bride in these.” He commanded to Chelsea, holding up the new pair of panties that read “Mrs Grant” in gold embroidery. Chelsea eagerly took them, her eyes gleaming with lust and excitement. She knelt down, her fingers tracing the lace of Madison's new thong as she prepared to help her step into them.
"Spread your legs for me, Madison," Chelsea whispered, her voice husky with desire. Madison did as she was told, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt Chelsea's fingers hooking the waistband of her old panties and slowly pulling them down. She stepped out of them, her pussy now bare and exposed to the cool air of the bathroom.
Chelsea ran her fingers through Madison's pussy lips, tracing the line of her slit. "You're so wet, Madison," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Look at how wet you are for Matt."
Madison whimpered, her hips bucking against Chelsea's touch. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, could feel the heat building between her legs. She wanted to be fucked, wanted to be claimed by Matt. You're all wet and ready for your husband," Matt growled, his voice dark and intense.
Chelsea then quickly put on her maid of honor dress , a revealing pink number with a white apron, looking like a sexy, submissive maid. She placed Madison's new panties on the bed, and Matt moved towards Madison, his cock throbbing and ready.
"Now, bend over the bed, Madison," he commanded, his voice low and growly with need. Madison obeyed, her heart pounding with anticipation and desire. She bent over the bed, her ass high in the air, her pussy dripping with need.
"You look so fucking sexy like this, Madison," Matt growled, running his hands over her ass and down her thighs.
then Veronica re entered the room. It was time for the ceremony.
Matt, Madison, and Chelsea were all ready. Matt was rock-hard, his cock leaking precum, eager to sink into Madison's tight little cunt. He had made sure Madison was ready, fingering her pussy until she was soaking wet and begging for his cock.
Chelsea was dressed in her maid of honor outfit, her nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric of her pink dress. She had been instructed to wait in the corner, to watch and be ready to serve when called upon.
Veronica, the resort's concierge, had set up the room for the ceremony. She began the wedding ceremony by dimming the lights, filling the room with a soft, ethereal glow from the candles lining the walls.
She turned to Madison and Matt. "Before we begin, I want to make sure you both understand the gravity of this commitment. There is no turning back. Once the vows are spoken, you will be bound together in matrimony, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part." She looked at Madison, her eyes serious. "Are you ready to make this commitment, Madison?"
Madison hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to Matt and then to Chelsea.
But she knew she wanted this, wanted them both. She nodded, her cheeks flushing with heat.
"I'm ready," she whispered.
Veronica smiled, her eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation. "Very well. Matt, if you'll join me."
Matt stepped forward, his cock throbbing with need as he stood next to Veronica. She turned to face him, her hands running over his chest, his shoulders, his arms. She looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on his cock, which was straining against the fabric of his pants.
She ran her fingers over his chest, his arms, his shoulders, before finally wrapping her hand around his cock. He groaned, his hips bucking against her touch.
"You're a fine specimen, Matt," she purred, her voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to see what you can do with that big cock of yours."
Matt growled, his hands reaching for Veronica's tits, squeezing them roughly. "I can't wait to fuck you, Veronica. I can't wait to make you mine."
Veronica smiled, her hand still stroking Matt's cock.
Madison watched, her breath coming in short gasps as Veronica's fingers wrapped around Matt's thick, hard cock, stroking him slowly.
"Matt, you're the master of ceremonies here, so you get to go first. Would you like to choose the order in which we fuck your bride? Or perhaps you'd like to watch Chelsea and I warm her up for you?"
Matt's eyes darkened with lust and possessiveness as he looked at Madison's body, her dress still unzipped, her tits on full display. "I want to fuck her first. I want to claim her as mine before anyone else gets a taste. But first, make it legal Veronica, tell me she’s my property now . ” Matt said, his voice thick with lust, his hand stroking his cock with a rough, urgent motion.
Veronica nodded, her eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation. She turned to Madison, her voice firm and commanding.
"Madison Grant, do you take Matt here to be your lawful wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?"
Madison's heart pounded in her chest, her pussy throbbing with desire. She looked into Matt's eyes, seeing the lust and possession reflected back at her. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she also knew that she couldn't deny her desires any longer.
"I do," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Matt's eyes darkened with lust and possession. "And do you, Matt, take Madison here to be your lawful wedded wife?
Veronica asked, her voice firm and commanding.
“I fucking do,” Matt growled, his cock throbbing with need. "Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may now kiss your bride, Matt." Veronica stepped aside, smiling wickedly as she watched Matt and Madison.
Matt didn't wait for another second. He grabbed Madison by the waist, pulled her close to him, and crushed his lips against hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, demanding entrance, and Madison moaned into his mouth as she opened up to him.
Chelsea watched from the corner, her hand in her panties, rubbing her clit as she watched her best friend and her new husband make out like teenagers.
She had never seen Madison like this, so wild and uninhibited. She had always been the vanilla one, the good girl who didn't experiment or take risks. But seeing her now, so desperate for Matt's touch, so hungry for his cock, was a major turn-on.
Matt broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked into Madison's eyes, seeing the lust and desire reflected back at him. "You're mine now, Madison. And I'm going to fuck you like it's our wedding night."
He turned to Veronica, his voice thick with lust.
"I want to fuck her right here, right now. I want to claim what's mine."
Veronica grinned, her eyes gleaming with wicked intent. "By all means, husband. Show your new bride what she's in for."
Matt turned back to Madison, his eyes dark with desire. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down onto the bed, her ass high in the air. "Spread your fucking legs, wife. Let's see that pretty little pussy of yours."
Madison hesitated for a moment, her body trembling with anticipation and fear.
She had never been taken like this before, so raw and primal. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting Matt's. He was standing there, his cock throbbing and ready, his eyes dark with lust and possession.
"Spread those legs, wife," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Show me that pussy. Let me see what's mine."
Madison did as she was told, spreading her legs wider, her pussy on full display. Matt let out a low groan, his cock twitching at the sight of her. He stepped closer, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance.
She could feel the heat of his cock against her pussy, could feel the pre-cum leaking from the tip, coating her with his need.
“You ready for this, wife?” Matt growled, his voice thick with lust. “Ready to take your husband’s cock?”
Madison bit her lip, her body trembling with anticipation. She knew she was ready, could feel the ache of her desire, the wetness between her legs. But she was also terrified, the size of his cock daunting.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“I'm ready.”
Matt let out a low growl, his cock throbbing with need. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her pussy.
Madison gasped, her back arching as she felt the stretch, the burn of his cock filling her. She could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge. She had never felt so full, so claimed. She whimpered, her body trembling as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her.
she barely even noticed Veronica removing her own pants and sliding under her face as Chelsea licked her feet and legs, her lips and tongue wet and eager.
Matt let out a low groan, his hips already moving, pulling back and thrusting forward, deeper and harder each time.
"Fuck, Madison, you're so fucking tight," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You feel so fucking good, wife. Look at you, taking all of me. Look at how you stretch around my cock."
Madison moaned, her body adjusting to the size of him, her pussy clenching around him as he pounded into her.
Matt's cock was enormous, stretching her in a way she had never been stretched before. It was almost too much, but at the same time, it was exactly what she wanted.
"Fuck, Madison," Matt growled, his voice thick with lust. "You feel so fucking good. Your pussy is so tight, so wet. You were made for me, wife. Made to take my cock."
Madison couldn't respond, her breath coming in short gasps as she braced herself against the bed, her nails digging into the comforter as Matt fucked her harder, faster. Chelsea sucked her toes and Veronica pulled Madison’s face into her own hairy crotch , making Madison taste her dark, musky scent. The moans and slaps of skin against skin filled the room, creating a symphony of sin.
"You're a fucking cunt, Madison," Matt snarled, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. "You're a filthy little whore, aren't you? You fucking love this cock, don't you?"
Madison moaned, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at Matt, her vision blurred by the force of his thrusts. "Yes, Matt. I fucking love your cock. Fuck me harder, please. I'm your little whore.
Fuck me like you own me, Matt."
Those words were like a drug to Matt. He loved the way Madison begged, the way she surrendered to him completely. He loved the way her body responded to his, the way she took every inch of his cock like a fucking champion.
He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her harder, faster. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, milking him, begging him for more.
"Fucking right, I own you, Madison," he snarled, his voice thick with lust.
"You're my fucking property now, and I'm going to use you like it. I'm going to fuck every hole, fill you with my cum, and mark you as mine. Say it."
Madison's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the force of Matt's thrusts. She could feel the heat building inside her, the ache in her pussy growing with each stroke of his massive cock. "I...I'm yours, Matt," she managed to gasp out, her vision blurring with tears and lust. "Please...fuck me. Fuck me hard.
Fuck my pussy like you own it,” Madison begged, her voice a desperate, breathless plea. “Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before, Matt.”
Matt's grip on her hips tightened even more, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her even harder and faster. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mixed with Madison's moans and Matt's grunts of pleasure.
“You like that, don't you, you filthy little cunt?” Matt growled, his voice thick with lust. “You like taking your husband's cock, don't you? Knowing that I stole you from that cuck old piece of shit husband of yours,” Matt snarled, his hips moving faster, harder, slapping against Madison’s ass with a wet, smacking sound.
Madison could only moan in response, her body convulsing with pleasure, her pussy clenching around Matt’s cock as he fucked her with brutal force. She was completely lost in the sensation, in the heat and the burn and the sheer filth of it all. She was his, completely and utterly his, and she belonged to no one else.
“Look at you, wife,” Matt grunted, his voice thick with lust. “Your pretty little ass is turning red, marked by my cock.
Look at it, Madison,” Matt demanded, his voice a low growl. Madison craned her neck to look over her shoulder, her eyes widening at the sight of her ass red and marked. She could feel the heat of his cock, the way it stretched her, filled her completely.
“Fuck, Matt,” she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. “It’s so fucking big. I can’t believe how deep you are.”
Matt let out a low laugh, his grip on her hips tightening. “Take it, wife. Take all of my cock. You’re my little slut now, remember?
You’re my wife, my property, my everything. And I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re gonna feel me for days. You’re gonna feel my cum dripping out of you, filling you up. Now look at me while I fuck you, baby,” Matt growled, his voice low and commanding as he continued to pound into Madison with brutal force.
Madison obeyed, turning her head to look at Matt. Their eyes locked, and she saw the raw lust and possession in his gaze. It sent a shiver down her spine, and she moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock.
“There you go, baby. Now look at this pathetic whore slave Chelsea as she makes you come, while I fill your sweet little cunt with my cum,” Matt snarled, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate.
Chelsea, still naked, had crawled under Madison and was now licking and sucking her clit with fervent intensity, her fingers digging into Madison’s thighs as she held her in place. Veronica had replaced Chelsea under Madison’s face, her musky scent filling Madison’s nostrils as she was forced to taste her, to lick and suck her clit while Matt pounded into her from behind.
Madison gagged at first, the taste and smell unfamiliar and overwhelming, but the way Matt groaned and cursed and fucked her harder made her surrender to the filth, to the depravity.
“Fuck, Madison, you look so fucking hot like this,” Matt growled, his voice thick with lust as he watched her eat Veronica’s pussy while he fucked her. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?
My wife, my fucking whore. Eating pussy while I fuck you raw. I fucking love it,” Matt growled, his hips slapping against Madison’s ass with each brutal thrust. "You're a filthy little cunt, Madison. You love it, don't you? You love being used, being degraded, being filled with my cum. Say it, bitch."
Madison gasped, her body convulsing as she continued to lick and suck Veronica's clit, her tongue swirling around the woman's sensitive nub. Fuck, yes.
Madison loved it. She fucking loved being used, being degraded, being turned into a filthy little whore by Matt. She always knew she had a dark side, but she never imagined it would be like this, that she would be so eager to be filled with cum, to be marked as a piece of property.
"Yes, Matt," she moaned, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she continued to lick and suck Veronica's clit. "I'm your fucking whore. I love being used by you. I love taking your cock.
I love being your filthy little cum dumpster, Matt. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me until I can’t walk straight." Madison begged through sobs and moans, her pussy clenching around him, desperate for more. Matt's cock was a beast, relentless, pounding into her with a ferocity that was both brutal and beautiful.
Chelsea, feeling the vibrations of Matt's thrusts, followed Madison's example, licking and sucking Veronica's pussy with equal fervor. Veronica could feel her full bladder pressing against her pelvic muscles as she watched the spectacle unfold, her fingers tangling in Madison's and Chelsea's hair, forcing their faces deeper into her cunt.
"Fuck, yeah, you little whores," Veronica hissed, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "Eat my fucking pussy while your husband fucks you. Show me how much you love being his little sluts."
Matt's cock was on fire, the sensation of Madison's tight, wet pussy clenching around him driving him wild. He could feel his balls tightening, the urge to come overwhelming. Veronica could barely contain all the urine in her bladder ouncing bladder as the four of them moved together, a twisted tangle of sex and sweat and filth.
"Fuck, Madison, your pussy is so goddamn tight," Matt growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're gripping my cock like a fucking vise, baby. You want more? You want me to fuck you harder?"
Madison could only moan in response, her body shaking with the force of Matt's thrusts. Chelsea and Veronica's tongues were relentless, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Madison could feel the pressure building inside her, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm.
"That's it, you filthy little whore," Matt grunted, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her harder, faster. "Take it all, baby. Take every fucking inch of my cock. You're going to come all over my dick, and then I'm going to fill your fucking cunt with my cum. I'm gonna breed you, wife.
I'm gonna fill that fucking womb of yours with my cum, mark you as mine from the inside out," Matt groaned, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. "I want you to come, Madison. I want you to come all over my cock while I watch you eat that dirty cunt. Now, make me come, baby. Make me fucking come."
The filthy words sent Madison over the edge. Her body convulsed as she came, her pussy clenching around Matt's cock, her screams muffled by the cunt she was eating.