This was it, your big day, 18 months of tireless, diligent planning preceded by over 5 years of hard work and dedication on building your relationship has finally led you to this moment. Even with the extravagant decorations lining the hall of the chapel; the blooming white chrysanthemums, the neatly coated and sealed signs of love, and your darling nieces walking ahead of you tossing red rose pedals, all eyes are drawn to you. You skin is beyond radiant; weeks of disciplined tanning and moisturizing has paid off has you visibly glow from behind the impeccably tailored and snugly fit ivory colored Vera Wang that glistens in the lights from above. Your husband to-be having to take a handkerchief from me to pat away at the tears of joy and love dribbling down his rosy cheeks. The audible sound of “awe’s” and “oh’s” as the gallery of family and friends take in the sight of you on your best display. Everything was perfect, as you leaned onto your fathers’ arm, and began the slow walk down the aisle towards the pastor.

Well, everything was perfect in the eyes of anyone sitting in the stiff wooden rows of pews as the mumbled amongst one another about how beautiful the scene was. What they didn’t know, however, was that with each step you took along with your father beside you, and your fiancée approaching, the oozing warmth of my seed seeped out of your previously virgin holes. You see, given the tradition that the groom isn’t allowed to see his bride before the wedding, when you sent your maid of honor over to fetch your love, he sent me in his stead. The nerves of being the center of attention, combined with the impending thought of being tied to one man for the rest of your life, without ever having being able to experience what love is like with any other, culminated in my best man cock railing away at all of your holes less than an hour before the ceremony. To the untrained eye, given the adrenaline of the moment, you probably wouldn’t be able to see the imperfections; the slight smear of your lipstick, a result of the hasty work to try and recover from when your innocent face was covered in juices regurgitated from having my rod rail away at your esophagus. Or, the care in which you take each step, probably thought to be a maneuver to control the timing of the ceremony, was actually a result of just having your legs wrapped around the back of your head, as I rutted around deep in your flower, thick cock head bouncing off your cervix violently as you screamed for more.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hey DPP! Pretty straightforward prompt, I want to play the best man in your wedding, that must save the day by helping ease your nerves. I mean, what is a better cure for anxiety than multiple powerful orgasms as each of your holes are pumped full of another man’s nut?

Kinks: Cheating, sneaky, rough, hairpulling, anal, throatfucking, light bondage, domination, dub-con, and much more.

Limits: Scat, gore, animals