Chapter 3

I have to give Helen credit. She never once broke her promise not to act slutty in secret any more. Maybe that’s partly because I was so hooked on the game myself that I never let more than a month or so pass without silently handing her the key to the storeroom. She knew what to do with it.

And it usually happened more than once a month, to tell the truth. It was only the day after I’d locked it all up in the suitcase that I told her I wanted her to go out and buy the nastiest lingerie she could find to wear under her chaste white wedding gown. She called me at work from the mall sounding breathless.

“Oh, honey! Thank you! I found just the perfect things!” Her voice dropped. “Do you want me to tell you about them or would you rather wait and see them for yourself?”

“I’ll wait, slut, until after the wedding. Oh. There’s one more thing.”

“What?” she wondered expectantly.

“Did you finger your cunt in the dressing room?”

I could almost see her blush across the miles. “No. You said -”

“Well, since you’re such a hot fucking bitch, you can do it before you take it off.”

She sounded choked. “You’re sure it’s okay?”

“I want you to, whore. I want you to stand in front of the mirror in that little room and fuck yourself with your fingers until you cum. Just once. I want you to be quiet, though. No screaming in the mall.”

“Ohhh,” she groaned. “Oh, fuck, Ron! That’s so nasty.”

“You want to, don’t you?”

“Oh, God yes! But what if I get caught? What if somebody walks in on me or there’s a security camera or something?”

I laughed at her. “You fucking slut. Don’t give me that shit. We both know you don’t care. Look at what you did at the restaurant Saturday night in front of your own mom and dad, and on the way home. All you care about is getting fucked. So go do it.”

“Okay,” she whispered meekly.

“Oh. I almost forgot. I want you to buy some white high heels, too. With open toes and about a six inch heel if you can find it.”

“I will, even if I have to go everywhere in town.”

“Good cunt. See you tonight.”

She was sitting in the living room when I got home. Her hands were clamped between her knees and there were boxes on the coffee table.

“Is this what you bought?” I asked.

She nodded nervously.

“Good.” I locked it up without peeking. I smiled at her when I got back. “How was it?”

She smiled back, her embarrassment fading as she told me how slutty she felt, how hard she came, how much I was going to love our wedding night.

It was spectacular. The wedding itself went off without a hitch and the reception was okay, too, but we were already thinking about what was coming next and were pretty impatient to get the formal shit out of the way. We escaped a little after eight that evening and lost the handful of cars trying to follow us to our motel.

As soon as the last car’s headlights vanished around the corner, I spoke the words I’d been waiting for all night. “Lift your dress, cunt. Let me see your goodies.”

She showed me that she’d been waiting for those words, too. She made a hell of a show of it, first sliding her hem slowly up to her knees, then swinging sideways and putting one towering white high heel right square in my lap.

It was the first good look I’d gotten of the new fuck-me pumps and the rose patterned hose. I rubbed the shoe against my swelling prick to let her know how much I liked it so far.

She licked her lips and went on with her tease, slowly opening the ten-thousand little pearl buttons from her neck down. Little by little, her deep cleavage came into view. Finally, real playfully, she showed me her bra. It was strapless and snow white, but really not much more than a pretty platform for her amazing tits to sit on. And already her nipples were swollen. She glanced nervously out the car windows like she was scared to be seen, but I knew part of the rush was just that risk. It was for me, too.

I gently reached over and lightly circled her nipples with tickling fingers. She was rubbing her fingertips up and down the stockings above her knees and starting to breathe deeply.

“Show me the rest, slut. Show me your hot cunt.”

It was hot! The white garters were the perfect frame for her holes. Her panties were barely a white g-string made of lace. Even if she was dry, I could have seen through it and glimpsed the hairless pussy beneath. But, wet as she was, it was almost invisible. Her big pussy lips were flattened and held a little open by the tight fit, and her clit was trying to poke through the lace.

“Do you like it,” she murmured. “Does it make you want to fuck me?”

“Yeah. Come over here. Unzip my slacks. Pull my cock out.”

She didn’t hesitate for an instant.

“That’s it, cunt. Jack it for me. Now get it nice and hard with your mouth.”

Right there in the car, she gave me a fantastic blow job. I warned her I didn’t want to cum in her mouth until she’d painted it, so she held herself back and did more kissing and licking than deep throat.

We were traveling light. The only thing we brought with us was that one special suitcase. We planned to go back and pack what we needed for our honeymoon the next day. I carried her over the threshold and straight to the motel bed. She tried to pull me down on top of her, but I pulled away.

“Take off the dress, bitch. Just the dress. I’ll be right back.”

She was laying there, a vision of beauty, when I got back. Her fingers were tickling her thighs. Her breasts were heaving with expectation.

I worked the latches on the suitcase and opened it with tantalizing slowness. “I bought you a little something special for tonight, slut. Your own private wedding dress to go with what you’re wearing.”

I held it up. What there was of it was white. Like her lingerie, there wasn’t anything virginal about it. It was a two piece outfit. The skirt was made of tight, stretchy lace and so short it’d leave her garters showing. Everything else would be visible through the gaps. The top was just like it and would leave her belly and almost all her tits naked.

“Put it on, slut-bride.”

She quickly slithered into my gift and posed for me as sexily as she could - which was hot enough to fry eggs. It was hard to believe that this was the virgin I’d met less than a year before, the one who’d cried when I popped her cherry only six months ago. She displayed herself like she’d been showing off her tits and cunt in slutty clothes all her life. I double fucked her with the dildos while she made her face match her clothes. By the time she was finished, she’d cum twice and shed every inhibition she owned. She looked and acted like the biggest whore that’d ever lived.

I made her stand in the middle of the room and lick the dildo that’d been buried in her ass clean. I watched her angle her head up and deep throat the twelve inch rubber prick while fucking her slick, naked cunt with its slightly smaller brother.

That’s when I broke out the camera. “Wedding pictures,” I told her, filling the room with the flare of the strobe unit.

Fucking for the camera turned her on even more than doing it in front of the mirror did. Her crazed lust surprised even me. I shot close ups of her hooked red nails guiding a dildo, shining with her cum, deep into her completely exposed cunt. She was on her back on the floor, staring between her legs, her searing red lips wide with joy.

“Give me the other one,” she gasped. “I need them both.”

I expected her to use the second one on her ass. Instead, she forced it in beside the first, stretching her cunt so wide I was afraid she was going to rip herself open. Her screams were ecstatic, though, not agonized, and I burned a whole roll of film before she shrieked even louder and came so hard she shook the floor.

I gave her a few minutes to recover, helped her onto the bed, and held her close, petting her sweaty hair. She nuzzled in my lap with her eyes closed, her long black lashes brushing her heavily powdered cheeks, her metallic coated lids shimmering in the soft light. Her tender, slick lips nursed on my aching cock like it was as satisfying as a mother’s tit. She showed no strain at all as she swallowed my whole ten inches like her throat was designed to hold a prick. Her cunt pressed against my knee and she humped it slowly. Her lower lips were open, like she was trying to get my leg inside her. Two inch long red nails lazily dipped in and out of her asshole.

When I filled her mouth and throat with hot cum, she moaned and didn’t miss a drop as she sucked me dry and had her own gentle orgasm.

When I eased out from under her, she sighed and gave me a loving look, her hands drifting slowly to her gaping slit to replace my knee. I fetched her lipstick and powder. She repaired her face with luxurious, slow appreciation while I put the camera on a tripod and focused it.

She reacted throatily to my frown. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I want you to stay right where you are for the next shots so they stay in focus. I’m guess I’m going to have to tie you down.”

“Oh, yes,” she groaned, her fingers picking up speed on and in her widely stretched pussy. “I like that.”

I told her to stuff a pillow under her beautiful ass and ran a soft rope under the bed and pulled her knees wide apart. I added another loop to keep her narrow waist on the mattress. “That should be good enough for now,” I told her.

She gave me a theatrical pout with her thick, freshly painted lips and rocked sensuously to test my knots. “You’re sure you don’t want my hands tied, too?”

I reassured her with sharp bites to each nipple. After rechecking the settings, I got down to business.

“Spread you pussy for me, whore. Show me how big and loose it is. Look at the camera. Show me how big a slut you are.”

I tripped the shutter with the release in my left hand, caught her obscene pose on film. Then I started playing with her cunt. Three fingers fit with no trouble at all. I sloshed them around inside her then added my pinky and thumb and snapped a shot of that, too. She was hot as a wildfire, wet as a sea. I was glad I’d tied her waist down, because she was pushing hard into my hand. I fucked it in and out of her, and she was urging me on in the crudest possible terms all the while.

Without warning, I forced my knuckles past her resistance. Very slowly, like she was swallowing it, my whole hand slipped inside her. I fired off three quick flashes, freezing her agonized expression for all time, as I buried myself in her to the wrist. She was making garbled, tortured noises and thrashing her head wildly from side to side.

Then I started making fucking motions, stretching her insides as much as her outer lips. It took only two or three thrusts before I managed to get in so deep that I bottomed out against her cervix. When I touched it, she came. I felt the rhythmic contractions of her cunt walls ripple down my forearm, watched her face change from pain to bliss, felt her wrists wrap around my elbow and she tried to pull me even deeper. I got that on film, too.