I was standing in front of the mirror, admiring the way my wedding dress hugged my curves, when I heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in,” I said, turning around to see who it was.
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He was a tall, handsome black man from the catering company. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and black pants, and his muscles bulged beneath the fabric. I felt a sudden flutter in my stomach. “Ma’am, I just wanted to let you know that it is about to start,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “But I noticed that your dress is not zipped up all the way.”
I blushed, embarrassed that I had not noticed. “Oh, thank you,” I said, turning around and lifting my hair out of the way. “Could you help me with it?”
As he stepped closer, I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. He smelled like soap and spices, and his fingers were strong and gentle as they deftly zipped up my dress. I turned back around to face him, and our eyes met. There was a spark there, a connection that I could not deny. I felt my heart begin to race.
“Thank you,” I said again, my voice barely above a whisper. He smiled, and I could see the desire in his eyes. “It was my pleasure,” he replied.
I hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and decided to be bold. “I don’t suppose you would like to…kiss me?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out and gently cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the line of my jaw. Then, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
His kiss was soft and tender at first, but soon grew more passionate. I could feel the heat building between us as our tongues danced together. I moaned softly, and he responded by deepening the kiss even further. I could feel my body responding to his touch, my nipples hardening beneath my dress and my pussy growing wet. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. “Do you want this?” he asked, his voice husky with desire. “Yes,” I breathed. “I want this.” He smiled and took my hand, leading me over to the couch. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap, his strong arms wrapped around me.
He began to kiss me again, his lips moving down my neck and to my collarbone. I gasped as I felt his teeth graze my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. His hands began to roam my body, caressing my breasts through my dress and tracing the curve of my waist. I moaned and arched my back, pressing myself closer to him.
I could feel his hard cock pressing against me through his pants, and I knew that I wanted him inside me. I reached down and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. He groaned and pulled me closer, his hands moving to the back of my dress and unzipping it. He slid it off my shoulders, revealing my lacy white lingerie.
He kissed me again, his hands exploring my body. He cupped my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my hard nipples. I gasped and moaned, my body on fire with desire. He slid his hand down my stomach and to the edge of my panties. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric and began to stroke my clit, his touch sending waves of pleasure through my body.
I was lost in the moment, my body writhing with pleasure as he touched me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, my moans growing louder and more desperate. Just as I was about to cum, he pulled his hand away and stood up. He pulled off his pants and boxers, revealing his thick, hard cock. I gasped at the sight of it, my pussy aching with need.
He lifted me up and lowered me onto his cock, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size. I moaned as he filled me, my body shaking with pleasure. He began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy. I could feel every inch of him, and it was better than I had ever imagined. I looked up and saw Mark standing in the doorway, watching us with wide eyes. I smiled and winked at him, knowing that this was just the beginning of his cuckold life.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, lost in the pleasure of the moment. The black man fucked me harder and faster, his cock hitting all the right spots. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Just as I was about to cum, he pulled out and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. He entered me again, this time from behind. I moaned and pushed back against him, my body begging for more.
He reached around and began to play with my clit as he fucked me, sending me over the edge. I screamed as I came, my body shaking with pleasure. He pulled out and I turned around to see him stroking his cock. He came all over my stomach and breasts, his cum dripping down my skin.
I smiled and licked my lips, tasting his cum. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth. When we finally broke apart, I looked up and saw Mark still standing in the doorway, his cock hard in his hands. I smiled and beckoned him over.
He hesitated for a moment, then walked over and knelt down in front of me. I reached out and stroked his cock, feeling it twitch in my hand. “Do you want to cum, baby?” I asked, my voice soft and seductive.
He nodded, and I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth. I sucked and licked him until he came, his cum mixing with the black man’s on my tongue. When we were finished, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. My dress was ruined, but I didn’t care. I was getting married today, and I had just had the best sex of my life.
Mark came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “I love you,” he said, his voice full of emotion. “I love you too,” I replied, turning around and kissing him. “But I think it’s time to start our new life as a cuckold couple.”
He smiled and nodded, and I knew that this was just the beginning.