A Wedding Befitting A Slut - Sex Stories

A Wedding Befitting A Slut

... frock stood in the middle of the dais, but my eyes were glued to Andrew, who radiated happiness and watched eagerly as I approached with a spring in my steps that I’d never felt before. Joanne gave my hand to Andrew, whose fingers closed possessively around mine, and we turned to face the reverend. He smiled at both of us, then began to recite the words in a strong voice. “Dear friends! We have come together on this night to witness the wedding between Mr. Andrew Perkins…” He nodded towards Andrew, who smiled back brightly, but then he continued and I stood frozen to the spot, my heart trying to explode from chest and the ground opening up underneath me. “..and his pretty slut, Becky Saunders.” Had he really just said this? Had he called me a ‘slut’ at my own wedding? But then why was Andrew still smiling all over? Was my mind playing tricks? I started to hyperventilate, but the reverend simply continued, and when I listened to his words, my world began to crumble. “Andrew, you are here to be united with Becky in a bond for eternity. Will you love her and hold her, expose her and use her, share her body with your friends and see to it that she will be well-fucked every day, until death does part you?” I stared, wide-eyed and with blood rushing in my ears like monumental waterfalls, as Andrew answered him in a loud and clear voice that echoed in the large room, “I do!” The reverend waited for the short wave of applause to settle down. “As a sign of your commitment, you may ...

... now undress the bride.” It was crazy! It was nothing like what I had imagined my wedding to be! A part of me was terrified that I was the victim of some very, very sick joke. And another part of me felt the eyes of the people in the room on me and followed along willingly when Andrew’s hand on my shoulder urged me turn his back to him Slowly, the zipper at the back of the dress went down, and I could feel cool air touch the skin on my back. This was really happening! The zipper opened all the way to the top of my bum, and then Andrew’s hands pushed the dress off my shoulders. It slid down easily and pooled around my feet. It took me a few moments to realize that I was practically naked in a room full of people, just in white stockings and garters, panties and bra that hid nothing, and with tiny white bows adorning my nipples. My skin exploded. Andrew’s hands turned me back towards the reverend, who looked down at my exposed crotch and lifted an eyebrow, then winked at me. I thought I would die from embarrassment. But then he started to speak again, and I had to focus hard to hear the words. “Becky, you have come here before us to enter a bond of love and devotion with Andrew. Do you agree to be his willing slut and his plaything, to give all of your body to please him and his friends in any wicked way he desires, till death does part you?” There was complete silence in the room. Gazes prickled over my naked skin. Embarrassment shot in heated waves through me. Drops of moisture ...