mindbrokenmen: Oh this?This actually took place this morning. This very morning. The morning of
mindbrokenmen: Oh this?This actually took place this morning. This very morning. The morning of your wedding.Fucked up, isn’t it? I mean, both figuratively and literally speaking.Let’s rewind to last night though. Let’s really go back and figure out how you got into this amazingly terrible situation.You, the Groom, soon to be married to the woman of his dreams since he was in elementary school, were participating within the tradition. Your best man figured out everything, and you were going fucking nuts with your childhood friends at a bar downtown Toronto.Jumping around, dancing with such passion, and achieving a high you’ve most likely never felt before. Your wife? Why in the hell would she be there? She was probably off at another club, or another bar getting completely plastered. But you weren’t worried. You’ve trusted her all your life, and her friends love you so much, they’re practically jealous.You would probably be the first man to ever take his own wedding seriously. To ever actually get involved with the planning. To help out his wife in an extremely stressful time. But you were smarter than that, you knew this wasn’t to be praised, but expected. You couldn’t even fathom the idea of leaving everything on the shoulders of your wife. No, not her.Nonetheless, you and her were going to have one last extreme, fucked up night before you finally got together forever. Now, you both trusted each other enough and each other’s friends enough to make sure no one took advantage of either of you, but for some reason, there was a tingling sensation hitting you in the back of your head. Nah, that was probably the alcohol acting up.You were going to have an incredible time with your friends, you were going to make them as happy as they made you, and you most definitely were not going to even talk to any other female in that room.This night was for the boys, and the boys only. No women. No alcohol. No drugs. Just straight sober partying. Besides, almost every other man was married there. There wouldn’t be a point… Unless your friends had secret lives they hid from even you.Anyways, an hour passes, and more people enter the bar. It starts to get packed, and you seem to have lost your friends among the crowd. No worries, you’ll find them again. You go to the bar for a glass of water, and as you look to your left, that’s when you see her. Your fucking wedding planner. Jesus fucking Christ, was she attractive. It was almost as if she was TRYING to make every man who wanted a marriage to rethink their options. Plus, those eyes with that smile? Yeah, she definitely had something a little evil hidden within. You got hard. Insanely fucking hard. “WHAT THE HELL?! Tori?!”You screamed from across the bar, and she looked right at you.“OH MY GOD, JASON!”She ran around the bar, and shifted through the lustful crowd of intoxicated individuals.Now, she was face to face. And your boner was definitely not going away.“How’s your party going? Going all out?”“Wha-… Tori, aren’t you supposed to be fucking planning right now? Finalizing things?”“Ha, no Jason, I got those things checked and ready. I get my work done, I don’t procrastinate.”She tapped your nose. Wait, what? She tapped your fucking nose.That should’ve been it. That should’ve been the red flag.“Oh, uhm, well that’s awesome! Hell, you should come hangout with me and the boys!”“Oh, no Jason, I’m okay! I was actually just leaving, my date just bailed on me and now I have to grab a taxi home.”“WHAAAAA?! Nawww, really?! A man just left a woman like YOU at the bar?”Fuck, you shouldn’t have said that.“HAHA, that’s very flattering of you. Besides, he probably would have been a douche. Most are. Most just want to smash, and just leave. Most don’t even finish me off.”“Oh my, that’s uh… Well that’s uhh.. TMI. Way too much information.”“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Yeah, shouldn’t have said that, yeah, I’ll be on my way now.” Tori started to walk away, and immediately stumbled and fell to the ground. You rushed to her aid.Another fucking slip up.“JESUS FUCK, TORI!”You grab her and pick her up slowly from the ground, careful as to not touching her in any… Suggestive ways…“Oh God Jason, I apologize! I’m just a mess tonight!”You looked at her eyes. You were fucked.“Fucking hell, Tori, here let me drive you home. I really don’t want you to be absolutely fucked for tomorrow. I need you.”Yeah, you REALLY shouldn’t have said that.Nevertheless, your dumb ass drove her home, and helped her go to bed in her apartment. Your boys are expecting you back any minute. They’ve been texting you the entire night, and you’ve told them nothing but the truth. If you’re not back soon, they’re probably going to start assuming things… Certain, specific things… As they should. I mean, that’s why you told them, right? To make sure that you wouldn’t fuck up in any way.You shook your head. The natural high you had was still there, and you decided to leave as you left her there on her bed. You stumbled into the bathroom, washed your face, and went back into the bedroom one last time to check up on her. As you entered the room, you couldn’t find her. “What the fuck?”The door slammed behind you.“Jason, I’m so sorry… But a man like you normally doesn’t come along. A man like you is rare. And I fucking need you.”“Tori, what the fuck?”As those last words slipped out of your mouth, she hurled herself towards you, and shoved her hand down your jeans. Your bodies fell down and crashed onto her bed, and she pinned you down against your will. Her tongue slipped past your resistant lips, and her hand found it’s way to your hard, unfaithful cock. “Oh, so I see that you’re already ready for me. You’ve been thinking about this for a while now, haven’t you?”“Fuck Tori, what the fuck is wrong with you?”You go to push her off, and she wags her finger. Slowly, a smile stretches across her face, and her lips part to reveal a demon within.“You, a sober man, drove a drunk woman home, and kissed her. Who is really going to believe who?”You laid there, as she smiled and went in for another kiss.“Your wife doesn’t blow you. Your wife doesn’t fuck you enough. Trust me, Jason, I’ll be able to fix all of that for you. Every. Single. Bit.”You froze.“Jason, tonight, you’re going to fuck my ass. I’m going to suck you dry, and we’re going to definitely CUM to an agreement with our little situation here.”You looked right at her, and her smile stretched even further. Your cock grew harder. “I fucking knew it. Once you’re done fucking me tonight, I’m going to call your wife up, and tell her everything. The worst part though? That you’ve been thinking about this since the very first time we met. She’s going to be devastated, heartbroken, and you’re not going to fucking care one bit. You’re going to laugh, and pound me even harder than before. You’re going to make me happy, Jason. After tonight, you’re going to marry me.”You fucked her on her bed. You fucked her in the shower. You fucked her to sleep, and this very fucking morning, after ignoring every single one of your best man’s calls, and every single one of your wife’s texts, you grabbed a bottle of oil, as instructed by Tori, and completely lost yourself within her lust.She let you cum on her face, and she even drank some of your soul.That day you got married, just to the wrong fucking woman. -- source link