slut-problems:Anika had been planning her special day since she was a little girl. She had picked ou
slut-problems: Anika had been planning her special day since she was a little girl. She had picked out her dress and decorations when she was ten. She had picked out her cake when she was still in high school. She had chosen the colors that her bridesmaids would wear just after high school graduation. To say that her wedding day was important to her was an understatement. She was the kind of girl that knew what she wanted down to the last detail. It had all been planned and everything was set up to go perfectly. She was putting the finishing touches on her lipstick and spraying one last spurt of hairspray when she looked in the mirror and thought she saw someone behind her. When she looked closer she saw nothing, but that didn’t stop her from turning around to get a closer look. Her dress was bulky and made it hard to maneuver, but after a thorough look she was convinced that she had seen nothing, or that what she had seen had been a figment of her imagination. She smiled and posed in the mirror. She had to go take some photos out on the green belt with her mother and her bridesmaids and she made her way to the door. She opened it slowly and there, waiting on the steps was a strange man she had never seen before. “Hi there,” she said. “I need to get down to the green belt for pictures,” she said to the man. “Are you looking for someone in particular?” “I was actually looking for you,” he told her. She tried to place him. Was he with the caterer or the florist? She didn’t recognize him. “I need you to finalize some details.” “For what?” she asked him. She was certain that she had dealt with every possible detail already. “It’s about the deposit for the church,” he told her. “I paid that months ago,” she said, confused. “You didn’t sign the form that went with it,” the man said and so she agreed to go with him. She followed him in her huge dress to the church. He led her to a small room and it looked as if he were really going to pull out a form. Instead he pulled out his cock. “I’m going to need you to suck on this,” he told her. “Fuck you!” Anika said and she turned to walk out. He grabbed her by the layers of taffeta that covered her dress and pulled her back to him. She could hear the tearing of the dress and it alarmed her. He was fucking ripping her wedding dress! “Don’t you dare rip my dress you motherfucker! Who are you?” she screamed. “I’m your rapist, you fucking bitch!” That was when he pulled the gun. He aimed it right at her temple. “You need to get something straight, bitch. You’re going to give me that pussy and you are going to give it to me right now while you’re wearing your pretty little wedding dress. You got it?” “Oh my God!” she moaned. “I can’t believe this is happening.” She started to cry, but upon realizing that her make-up would be completely ruined if she did, she stopped. There was still a chance she could escape and make it to her own wedding. It would be starting in the next thirty minutes. “I’m supposed to be taking photos right now. They’re going to notice I’m missing. I’m the BRIDE!” she screamed at him. “Right now you’re not. All you are to me is a set of holes that are about to belong to someone else. I want to fuck them while you are still single, you fucking whore.” He smiled a devilish grin, the gun still pointed at her. “Who are you?” Anika asked him as he pushed her head down to his cock with the gun in his hand. “Suck my cock and maybe I’ll tell you.” She didn’t want to suck his cock but she didn’t have much of a choice and so she sucked him the best she could, hoping that she would do a good enough job to get him to leave her alone. He smacked her across the face with his cock, which was wet from being inside of her mouth. She was certain her make-up was ruined now and she was fucking pissed about it. She had waited her whole life for this day! She had been planning and choosing china and invitations and decorations and now here was this asshole smacking her with his wet cock across her face. She was livid. He pushed her down onto the small, beige, leather couch and he began to pull the layers of of her dress up one by one until her lacy, white panties were all that was left between his cock and her pussy. “I’ve been waiting to fuck a bride for a long time,” he told her. “This has always been a fantasy for me. I’ve been planning on doing this since I was a little boy, just like you’ve been planning your wedding since you were a little girl. “How do you know that?” she asked him. “Do I know you?” “It’s funny you don’t recognize me,” he said. “But I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually.” He ripped her white, lacy panties from her body, ruining them as he tore them off of her. “You may now rape the bride,” he said in an announcer style voice. “Don’t mind if I do,” he answered himself as he plunged his cock into her pussy. “How awesome is it that you’ll be walking down the aisle with my cum dripping down your legs?” he asked her. “You’re sick!” she exclaimed as she braced herself against the couch. His cock was big and it felt like it was ripping her pussy apart. She was screaming loudly as he fucked her harder and faster, his cock stretching her pussy so much further than her fiancé’s cock had ever done. She thought of her fiancé now and how she was getting raped by someone else even as she should be getting ready to meet him at the top of the wedding aisle to begin their life together. She began to cry now at the unfairness of it all, even as her make-up was ruined. The man was slamming his cock into her now, over and over and it hurt more than it felt good, until he hit a certain spot inside of her, one that no one had ever hit before. She began to cum on his cock as she held onto the arm of the couch for dear life. This couldn’t be happening! This couldn’t be happening to her! She was a good person! How could she be cumming all over her rapist’s cock right now? How could this be? She sobbed harder as she screamed in exquisite agony and pleasure simultaneously. “That’s right, slut! Cum on my cock. You know this is way better sex than your husband will ever give you, right whore? You should enjoy it while you can because once you walk down the aisle you’re stuck with that boring asshole the rest of your life. How’s it feel, slut?” She didn’t answer. She screamed and cried. He didn’t let up. He banged her pussy even harder until he was about to cum. “I want you to think about me the whole time you’re up there, saying your vows. I want you to concentrate on my cum as it drips down your fucking legs. I want you to always remember this day, you fucking cunt. I want you to always remember who owned you right before you walked down the aisle.” She was cumming hard on his cock, but she didn’t answer him. She tried her best not to let him see her cumming, not to let him see her enjoying any pleasure from this fuck. “You’re a good cum dump for my cock, you whore,” he said. She could feel him cumming as he moaned, his semen shooting up inside of her. “Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll end up pregnant with my baby and you and your hubby can raise it as your own,” he said as he finished. He got up off of her and began to re-dress. She got up from the couch slowly. “Can I go to my wedding now? I’ve already missed my pictures!” she begged him. “Go ahead, slut. I’ll see you at the wedding.” She didn’t hesitate. She rushed out of the building and to the church only to see all of her wedding party in a panic. “There she is!” said Angela, my maid of honor. “What happened?” she asked Anika. “Let’s go to the bathroom.” Angela pulled her inside and instantly went to work trying to fix her make-up. “There was a mix-up with the church deposit. But I’m okay now. I’m ready to get married!” Angela fixed Anika’s make-up the best she could with what she had in her small purse and gave her a hug. “We were all so worried. I’m glad you’re okay. Let’s go do this!” She hugged the bride again and they took their places. Anika watched as her wedding party walked down the aisle. She felt strangely numb and disconnected. It was her turn now and she walked down the aisle, indeed feeling the strange man’s semen dripping down her legs as she approached the front of the church. She turned to face her fiancé. She looked out on the church, and there in the front row, on the groom’s side sat her rapist. He was sitting with the family. That meant that he was related to her fiancé. That’s when everything fell into place. That’s when she recognized her rapist as her husband-to-be’s brother. He was the brother that she had told he couldn’t be in the wedding because he lived too far away. It all came back to her now. He had been so mad about not being in the wedding that he had found a way to get her back. She could feel his cum dripping down her legs. Some of it was almost to her ankle now. She could smell it too, the smell of sweat and hot sperm, emanating from under her dress. She tried to concentrate on the ceremony and her vows, but she found her eyes drawn to her rapist, again and again. “Do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?” The officiant asked her. “I do,” she said. “You may now kiss the bride,” he said, but she heard something different. She could have sworn he said, “You may now rape the bride.” Her husband moved in to kiss her, but she flinched a bit before she realized it was him. She kissed him and there were photos. She walked out with her arm in her new husband’s, but as she passed his brother he gave her a knowing look. She could still feel his cum dripping from her and she could still smell it even as they walked out to their waiting limo. -- source link