Page 16 of Her Shameful Wedding Night (Corporate Correction)

“No, Zoe. Keep my cock in your mouth,” he said in a didactic, almost gentle tone that made her whine around the hard flesh that filled up the place a girl was supposed to use for speaking her mind. Now it would be the place her husband took his pleasure.

One of the places, anyway.

Bradley loosened his belt and dropped his pants and his black underwear to the hardwood floor of his dining area. He kept Zoe’s face in place, his penis still in her mouth, the whole while, and now she knelt before him as he stood, and he could thrust easily in and out.

Fucking my face. Fucking my face hole.Zoe cried out around the cock that used her at the treasonous, needy way her brain responded to her fiancé’s sudden dominance. She had no idea whether she wanted to thank Nurse Carter, or she would rather have seen the nurse naked over a stool of her own while a man paddled her wise, experienced backside very hard.

Bradley stopped thrusting for a moment and relaxed his grip on Zoe’s head.

“Look at me, Zoe,” he said. She had been seeing only his powerful hips moving back and forth, her whole world the dark, shameful region of her bridegroom’s lap. Now she turned her eyes upward to see him looking down with a mixture of kindness and hunger in his eyes that made her tummy seem to flip over.

As their eyes remained locked, he stepped out of his pants and kicked them away. His hands left her head, and he began to unbutton his shirt. The sight of his powerful, hairy chest made her tummy do another somersault, made her whimper around the cock that had stopped moving in her mouth. She tried to suckle at it, now, moved her head back and forth, desperate to please him, wanting only to hear him say he liked fucking his bride’s face, even though she had never had the penis inside her before.

Zoe became terribly conscious, for the first time since Bradley had taken down her jeans and panties, of the contrast presented by her state of undress. Her lacy white bra, lifting and ornamenting her little breasts even as it restrained them, felt like a harness for a young filly being broken to the saddle. She remembered the way the nurse had touched her nipples and wondered with a sudden blush if Bradley would touch them that way, with casual authority. Their little buds poked into the fabric of the bra and tingled with need.

Down below, things were even more shameful. Her jeans and panties were around her knees, restraining her and baring her shaven pussy, her spanked bottom. Bradley had told her he meant to fuck her in her lacy panties, and now her mind wouldn’t stop wondering whether that meant with them where they were now, or whether he intended to let her pull them up again, only to have the seat and the gusset pulled aside, so that he could thrust inside her pussy for the first time.

His white shirt dropped to the floor atop his pants, and now her fiancé stood naked, his cock in Zoe’s mouth, while she wore clothes—but wore only what Bradley had decided she should wear, and in the manner he had decided she should wear it. She felt her brow crease deeply as he returned his hands to the back of her head and began to thrust gently inside her mouth again.

Zoe raised her hands, seeking to please him that way, too, but Bradley said, “No hands right now,” and she obeyed, her face burning as she gazed up at him, his own eyes taking in the shameful sight of a girl who had meant to save herself for her wedding night getting a face-fucking. Her hands dangling at her sides, her fiancé controlled her with one hand in her hair and the other on the back of her neck, and enjoyed her with his hardness, small, unbelievably sexy grunts of satisfaction coming from deep in his muscular chest.

Her body seemed to have tuned itself to his new, casually dominant way with her. Part of Zoe remembered that he intended to tell her something, but the feeling of his hands on her, of the penis using her, seemed to harmonize with the still-tingling remnants of his hands’ mastery of her pussy and her bottom in the lewdly bare place between her lacy bra and the tangle of her jeans.

Zoe wanted to hear what her bridegroom meant her to know, but she also understood why he had said he had found the right way to tell her: whatever he said now, it would have to do with how from now on her body would belong to him this way. He would decide when she was allowed to wear clothes and when she wasn’t, when she had to have his cock in her and when she didn’t.

He took his hardness from her mouth, to her surprise, but he didn’t release her head. Instead, as she gave a little cry of shame and alarm, he raised his penis, pumping it again in his hand, and urged her face below the shaft, rubbing his balls against her nose and her mouth. It seemed to Zoe at once the most shameful and the most thrilling thing she had ever experienced.

“Kiss them, Zo,” Bradley said, as if a husband could just say that. “Then lick them. It feels good.”

Her eyes went wide, and her lips refused to purse for the kiss.

“You don’t want another spanking, do you?” His hand flashed up and down, masturbating while he watched his innocent bride consider, watched her right hand go back to rub the bottom he had spanked, watched her do the most degrading thing she had ever done: she kissed the part of him that seemed to concentrate the musky darkness of his masculinity, she licked the wrinkly skin with its fine hairs, seeming to taste shame in its purest form.

She rubbed her punished bottom frantically, trying to remind herself that if she didn’t obey she would learn another lesson and not wanting even to consider whether she wanted that lesson desperately, or desperately wanted to avoid it. She put her finger on the little hole where Bradley had touched her, where the nurse had looked and promised her husband would want to have sex. She whimpered as she licked and licked the little round things in their fragrant pouch.

“Good girl,” Bradley murmured. “That’s it. Are you touching your asshole?”

Zoe jerked her hand away, face burning.

“No, Zoe, put your hand back there and show me how you like to touch your anus. I’m going to talk to you about that precise subject now—both those subjects, actually... playing with yourself and what’s going to happen to your asshole.”

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