My Fiancée Gives Her Virgin Ass to My Cruel Bully Hours Before Our Wedding Pt. 1

Damien pushed his way into our hotel room, stinking of beer and cigarettes and bad decisions. Even though I shoved back with all my weight, his stiff-arm was enough to wedge the door wide enough to slip in.

He shoved past me and headed straight for Penelope.

She stood there framed against giant hotel windows wearing nothing but the white lingerie she would soon conceal underneath a wedding dress. Behind her the city skyline stretched on forever, a cacophony of light and sound. There was a look of surprised expectance across her face. Penelope would tell me later that she always knew Damien would come for her eventually; she just didn’t think it would be an hour before our wedding ceremony.

“Deals a fucking deal,” Damien spat at her. “You can’t go backing out just because your little boyfriend here doesn’t like it.”

“Get the hell out of here, Damien,” I marched across the room.

“Make me soy boy!” he hurled.

“I’ll call hotel security, Damien,” I fumed. “Don’t think I won’t!”

“You see?” he turned his attention back to Penelope. “He’s a fucking wimp, Penny. Give him what he deserves.”

“Don’t look at her — look at me!” I screamed.

Penelope watched us bicker in silence. She was just a tiny thing standing there next to the two of us, myself an easy six feet and Damien several inches taller than that. She seemed unconvinced and it bothered the hell out of me. Why wasn’t she saying anything?

“You can shut the fuck up and watch or get the hell out, beta boy,” Damien slurred, the day-drunk written across his face. “Doesn’t make any difference to me what you do. But I’m here to collect. And ain’t no fucking way a little dipshit like you is going to stop me.”

“I wouldn’t waste my time on trash like you, Damien,” I said with smug courage. “Besides, Penny isn’t going to just give it to you. Which means you get nothing. So, get out of our goddamned hotel room before I call the police!”

When he shoved me in the chest I could smell the nicotine on his dirty fingers. His eyes were dark fire behind greasy locks of black hair, and I could see his hatred for me welling there. For a moment I truly believed he would strike me, but as his tattooed arms rose in the air, Penelope finally spoke.

“Fine,” she said just above a whisper. “Fine. Let’s do it.”

My jaw dropped. “Penny you can’t be serious –

“About fucking time!” Damien interrupted.

“But you can’t leave, Teddy,” Penelope ignored my protests, “I don’t want this to drive a wedge in our marriage…so I need you to stay, OK? I need you to see it…”

My ears felt hot, the sound of their voices sounded suddenly underwater. My heart rate rose so quickly that when I tried to speak my voice came out cracked or not at all. “Penny you can’t…this isn’t right…”

I watched Damien turn from me and move on my fiancée inside a waking nightmare. Not until he pushed her against the giant glass window, and I heard the hollow sound of her lithesome frame bouncing of it did I realize what he was about to do.

“On your knees,” he had her by the throat. “I want it dripping before I fuck your tight little ass.”

Guided by instinct I lunged at him, already knowing how futile the attempt would be. His back was to me, and I was able to get both hands around his left shoulder and yank him from my wife, but he spun like a cornered alligator and popped both his palms into my chest. It sent me stumbling backwards until I went crashing down to the floor.

“Don’t fucking touch me again soy boy or we’re going to have some fucking problems!” Damien didn’t wait for my response. He simply turned back around, snatched my soon to be wife by the throat, and shoved her down to her knees.

Penelope seemed to have a hard time deciding where to look. Her face was a sad apology to me one moment; a fertile excitement for Damien the next.

“I’ll make this real fucking easy for both of you, Damien growled, tearing at the button on his jeans and yanking down on the denim. “You’re gonna suck my dick and then I’m going to take your sweet asshole. Just like you promised me. And if you’re wimpy boyfriend tries to stop me, I’ll knock him the fuck out. Got it?”

Penny’s fidgeting eyes shot to where I lay sprawled on the carpet. She looked as if she might say something to me in the way of an excuse, but before the words could leave her mouth Damien was slapping her across the face with his rigid, veiny prick.

“Say ah, Penny,” Damien barked, pressing his mass past her surprised lips and digging around in her wet mouth. “Good girl. We wouldn’t want this to hurt now would we? I want you to enjoy this. I want your pathetic fucking boyfriend to hear was a whore you are for me! So lube it the fuck up!”

Penelope’s deep blue eyes seemed to pop just a little extra that day, her long black lashes blinking at me apologetically. Her mouth was spread wide, struggling a bit to fill all of Damien between her rosy cheeks.

“AWK!” she gagged as he slammed into the back of her throat. “AWK AWK AWK!”

“Jesus,” I muttered, sick to my stomach.

“Don’t be such a little bitch,” Damien laughed, one hand on his hip and the other wrapped around the back of Penelope’s head. “Need I remind you of your wife and I’s little promise to one another. At least she’s a woman of her word. You should be proud of her, cuck boy. UGH!”

“AWK AWK AWK!” went Penny’s throat. Soon her chin, neck and tits were washed over with drool, and long ropes of it hung from her face and Damien’s elongated shaft. I couldn’t stand the way she kept shifting her gaze between him and me- thanking him in one moment and begging forgiveness from me in the next.

Damien gave Penny’s face a few more savage pumps, ending it with one final plunge down her throat and holding it there. His entire body flexed, all but two inches of his raging hard-on buried inside of her. Penny’s eyes went wide, teared over, and fresh mascara ran in two perfect rivers down her flushed cheeks. Her grasping hands dug into Damien’s thighs, waiting for him to allow her some air.

“UUUUGGGHHH,” Damien grunted loud and long before releasing her from his member. Penelope came away coughing and gasping, but in between the drool and spit running down her body I saw her smile. “On your feet!” he commanded, stepping back, and dragging my fiancée up by her lush blonde hair. He spun Penelope on her heels and shoved her flat against the window, her face turned to the side and her breath fogging the glass there.

Damien grabbed the lacey white panties about her plump, pale ass and tore them from her body in one resounding RIP!

“Would you look at that,” Damien said, filling both hands with her creamy cheeks. “Fucking untouched. Fucking perfect.” He began to slide his pulsing rod between her ass, running it up and down the length of her crack.

“Oh fuck,” Penelope gasped, “oh fuck it’s so hard…”

“Goddamn right it is,” he whispered right in her hear, snatching her by the hair and yanking back. “You want it, baby? Want it in your fucking asshole right here in front of the whole fucking city and your stupid boyfriend to boot?”

“Mmmm,” she moaned, eyes closed.

“Tell me,” he said. “Beg me for it.”

“Fuck my ass, Damien,” Penelope’s voice was a high whine, something I’d never heard from her before. “Stick it in my tight hole and fuck me. Please. Please. Please just fuck it, Damien!”

Damien looked back at me with a shit eating grin across his face, his inebriated eyes barely focused on anything. “You hear that bitch boy? Your wife wants me to fuck her in the ass. Who am I to deny the bride on her wedding day? Ha. You just stand there and watch like the good cuck you are!”

Damien bent down, spread her cheeks, and spit. Then he stood tall, pressed his body to hers, and lined his fat cock up against her virgin opening.

“Make it nice and loud for hubby,” he said, “so he never forgets.”

Penelope’s mouth opened wide as he began to enter.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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