delve a little deeper....
Taken from an old blog from Summer 2010.
Am a lazy blogger! Was reading through an old diary and found this story...
Ok, it was the groom not the bride I was fucking but the above lyrics are the first in one of my most favourite songs and thought it was a better title than some other cliched weddingy tune. I also thought if the bride knew what her husband to be was up to yesterday it would be a pretty bitter pill to swallow.
So, my groom showed up on time, looking very dashing in a good suit and a smart briefcase. Tall, quite handsome and gave me an incredible kiss hello.
I asked if he was skiving off work and he explained he had taken a half day because he needed to pick up suits and do some pre wedding chores (including fuck a prostitute too it seems!!!).
He settled up and I poured him a beer (he brought a couple with him). He kept telling me how beautiful I was and what great tits I had, hands roaming all over my body and kissing me with such passion that I was feeling pretty moist almost immediately and really wanted him. Feeling the rather decent sized bulge in his trousers I asked him if he'd like to through to the bedroom. Oh indeedy he did!
Once in my boudoir, after more frantic snogging I dropped to my knees to undo his trousers, looking up with a naughty knowing look I soon peeled away the layers to get to his fine cock. He was undoing his shirt, so I pulled off my top. As he tugged off his socks, shoes, trousers and pants I unhooked my bra. This was met with much appreciation and he started by fondle my breasts kissing me with yet more passion.
Pushing him back onto the bed I stood between his legs leaning forward so his cock was between my boobs. 'Oh my God!' he gasped as I moved back and forth, taking cheeky licks of his very hard dick. 'Keep doing that and I'll cum!' he said! Still in my high heels, stockings and thong and not wanting a quick finish I joined him on the bed. As I lay on my back he was between my legs peeling off my panties, quickly followed by my shoes and stockings. He kept telling me I have an amazing body and that he wished he had me to come home to every night (and you're getting married in two days?! I thought!)
Still between my legs he started to kiss along the tops of my thighs and running his finger around my pussy lips teasing my madly. As he started to rub my clit I could feel myself close to coming, but held off so I could prolong the experience (I tend not to come again for ages once I do come. In manner of old man!). My groom then went down on me, fingering and licking until I was soaking wet and I could feel my juice trickling down from my cunt. I really couldn't hold off any longer and found myself coming really rather pleasantly!
My groom moved himself up between my legs to kiss me. I could feel his hard cock gently brushing against my very sensitive pussy lips. God I wanted him in me. Telling him it was condom time he moved onto his back. Do you mind if you go on top? he asked. I love how sweetly men ask these things. Even though they are essentially paying for the service they rarely demand or expect. Maybe, they choose to forget they are paying? Hmmm, anyway, all bagged up I straddled him, leaning forward to let me suck on my nipples again. lowering myself back I started to slide down his cock.
I kinda feel like this is going to spoil the story, but hey it's my blog not an erotic storypage...
...sliding down his cock he grabbed my hips. 'Stay still' he whispered, 'if you move i'll come'! So there I sit , as still as a mouse (do mice stay still? No they stay quiet, getting my similies muddled) OK, so there I sit, as quiet as a statue. He seemed to be pretty happy as I perched wishing I could give that delicious cock a good riding and then, yes good reader, he came.
And for good measure- fab song- appalling video!