1. Bachelor Turns Bachelorette Slut


    Date: 3/4/2020, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: buckyballs, Source: LushStories

    I was ass naked on my knees in a cleaning closet, my tuxedo in a pile on the floor, my long hair pulled high on my head into a girly ponytail, and my fat lips wrapped around my best man’s juicy cock. As I moaned and whimpered and slurped on his throbbing pole, he pulled on my ponytail. That sent electric shocks cascading down my scalp throughout my body, over my sensitive nipples and fluttering abdomen to my rock hard cock. Both of my small hands were slick with my saliva as I stroked his dick in tempo with my hungry sucking. I could hear his ragged breath and felt his body convulse as my lips clamped down on him like a vice. I was a cock hungry slut on a mission. I wasn’t going to let the fact that I was in a church and about to get married stop me from draining every ounce of baby batter from this stud’s balls. “Oh fuck, your slutty mouth feels so good, hnggg…” he said, grabbing the sides of my head and thrusting his raging boner down my throat. I was in heaven. Nothing existed in that moment except his beautiful, aching manhood and my drooling, horny mouth. I fondled his balls and inhaled his odor, then pulled his taut ass cheeks toward my face, pulling him deeper into me. He groaned and grunted and spasmed as he fucked my face like a pussy. His lust was all-consuming, and every ounce of resolve I had to resist - not much, mind you - dissolved in it. The only thing hungrier for his cock than my mouth was my asshole, and it quivered and puckered with each throb of my ...
    ... little cock. I was going to leave with either a belly or a bum full of his hot jizz, but which one it would be was not my decision. My body didn’t belong to me anymore. I was his, and he would decide whether he would blast my throat or my tight, plump ass with his molten baby batter. The latter is what I really wanted. Saying my vows with a belly full of another man’s sperm was hot, but saying them with Steve’s hot cum running down my leg was even hotter. Had I not been completely insane with lust, I might have reflected on how I got here. It started the night before at my bachelor party. I told Steve, my best man, that I didn’t want a stripper. I blamed my fiancee Kim, but the truth is, she had no problem with it. What I didn’t want to admit to them (or myself, frankly) is that it would have been wasted on me, since I’d been to strip clubs before and never even got hard. He and the rest of the guys gave me a rash of shit for it, accusing me of being pussy-whipped and henpecked, but I didn’t care. I said I would go along with anything else they wanted to do. When I said that, Steve got a devilish look in his eye. “Anything?” he said. “As long as it’s between consenting adults,” I said. This made him smile even bigger. I felt a fluttering in my abdomen as I could see the wheels turning in Steve’s head. He always had a dominant personality, and I was always naturally submissive to him. When we were kids this occasionally meant that he talked me into embarrassing things, but usually, ...
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