Irresistible - Sex Stories

Irresistible

... dress rested on the mannequin. I took a picture with my phone from every angle so I'd know how to re-pin it and return it to it's original state if anything were to change. I unzipped the back and removed it from the mannequin. I tried it on but I couldn't get the bodice to zip up. my chest was too wide. I spied Becca's bridal corset on the dresser. I put the corset on and cinched up the back and tried to tie it off as best I could. I could barely breath. But the dress finally zipped up. I slipped on a pair of black sandal type heels that were there on the floor. I admired myself in the mirror. I swooned at the notion of my fantasy about Becca and I being married like this. I started to get really turned on. I rubbed my cock through the panties, and then pulled it out and began stroking it, but I couldn't reach climax. So I walked down the hall back to our room, and fished my dildo out of the suitcase's secret compartment. I lubed up the dildo and slid it into my ass. It felt so good. I stood there before the full length mirror so i could see myself in full, and fucked my ass with the dildo. I reached up my skirt and rubbed myself through the panties as well. I came like a rocket inside the panties. After I came down form the orgasm high, I reached back to unzip the dress. But I didn't really want to take it off. I never wanted to take off the clothes I wore when I jerked off. But I never wanted to get caught. I checked the time. it was only 11:34. Nobody would be arriving ...

... home for at least another 5 hours. I had time. So I stayed dressed. I pranced around in Becca's heels practicing being graceful in them. I spoke into the mirror and tried to be as girly as I could. Part of me knew this might be the last opportunity I'd ever get like this, so I didn't want to waste it. I tweaked my make-up a bit. Tried on some of Becca's jewelry. her pearl necklace, and the flower ringed wedding veil. I fucked myself a few more times with the dildo. The third time I laid down on the bed, on my side and fucked myself while picturing Becca fucking me with a strap-on. I was in ecstasy. I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure. Then I heard the familiar snap of a cell phone shutter. Terrified, my eyes snapped open to see Becca's father standing in the door way smiling. He kept snapping pictures with his cell phone. "Oh, don't stop on my account, sweetie. Clearly you need to finish what you're doing there." I was mortified. I couldn't continue. I was like a deer in headlights. "Franklin... sir, I...." "...Don't know what to say? I would assume that, definitely." Franklin approached the bed and sat next to me. he snapped more pics. I shied away embarrassed. He chuckled. "I always thought you were a bit of a sissy, Johnny, but figuratively... not literally. Not like this." He gently stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. "So very pretty. Just like your mother. I always envied your father for landing her. So, here I find you in my daughter's wedding dress, fucking ...