Page 34 of Her Shameful Wedding Night (Corporate Correction)

Zoe’s mouth had parted and her breaths came harsh and quick now.

“Is this... is this what the state and... Selecta want?” she asked, somehow making those faceless entities seem like erotic forces, dominant and inimical.

“It’s what I want, Zoe,” Bradley said, and kissed her. At the same time, he began to rub her warm backside more purposefully, concentrating on the parts closest to the parting of her thighs and her shaven pussy.

“Oh, God,” she moaned into his mouth, her body bucking under his hand as his fingertips sought out her clit, just where the cushion’s edge pressed against the inside lining of her wedding gown.

“There we go,” Tony said. “Look at that. You gonna tap that, bro? You the groom here or what?”

“Hell, yeah, I’m going to fuck my gorgeous wife,” Bradley answered, smiling despite himself at Tony’s deadpan shift to bro-talk. The usher had pledged a fraternity at his state university, so he knew how to talk the talk, and Zoe’s sobbing reaction to the degrading sound of it made even John—a college basketball player but by no means a frat boy—raise his eyebrows. “And I just told her that you guys are going to fuck her too. You up for that, John? I know Tony is. I had the nurse put in an IUD, so we don’t need to use protection.”

“Fuck, yeah, I am,” Tony put in, already reaching behind his back and under his tuxedo jacket to unfasten his cummerbund. “Watching you paddle that ass gave me a chubby like you wouldn’t believe. She looks so tight that I think I’m going to come in there in like two minutes.”

John laughed. “Yeah, dude,” he told Bradley. “I’ll take a piece of that.”

Zoe gave a little whimper at the sound of the most serious member of the wedding party succumbing to his desire to fuck the bride. John had his own hands behind his back to take his cummerbund off, and then he had his pants and briefs down to his knees.

Zoe had turned to look at them, John still fully dressed because he continued to film the lewd scene but Bradley and Tony now with their hard cocks out and in their hands. The look in her eyes fired her bridegroom’s blood even hotter: shame and arousal vied on her face while her white wedding dress framed a bottom Bradley had punished for her naughtiness and a shaved pussy that now belonged entirely to her husband.

Clearly recognizing the drama in the bride’s expression on seeing the hard penises that she would take now as the culmination of her wedding day discipline, John moved to get a good close-up of Zoe’s face. Then he shifted again, as if he made government-mandated porn every day, to Bradley’s right, just as the groom put the head of his cock inside the bride’s pouting private lips.

Zoe gave a happy cry as her soaking-wet slit took her husband’s hardness. She closed her eyes and turned her face forward again, as if sensing that Bradley would wish her to show him the same respect when he fucked her as she must when he spanked her. He thrust in very slowly, enjoying each millimeter of the tight velvet walls of his wife’s warm sheath, the place made for his penis to enjoy and now his to fuck whenever he liked.

“Is she tight, bro?” Tony asked, the soft sound of his pumping hand providing a piquant accent to his words. Zoe sobbed in shame and need at the degradation, her head hanging. The sound made Bradley’s cock leap inside her, raising his own arousal so far that he couldn’t resist. He used his grip on her lace-covered hips to drive all the way in until his lap pressed against the warm bottom-cheeks to which he had taught so stern a lesson.

The heavenly pleasure of a young pussy around his hard cock traveled out from his loins, down to his toes and into his chest, as he looked down to see his possession of the girl he loved. The garter belt and the suspenders framed her creamy bottom cheeks, pink where she had been punished for playing with herself, making a picture so delightful he could hardly believe his good fortune.

“So nice and tight,” he said, starting to fuck the bride in long, powerful strokes that made her cry out with each deep thrust.

Chapter Nineteen

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From the very beginning—fromthe moment when Bradley had told her what Zoe had somehow known he would tell her, that he meant to share his bride with his friends, on her wedding day—Zoe had decided she couldn’t admit to the part of it that lay hidden in the darkest corner of her imagination. If it happened, if Bradley somehow read her mind and declared that the thing she had thought of in the church bathroom would take place, then so be it. But even though part of her had wanted to tell him right then, when he was whispering her shameful fate into her ear, that there was something even more wicked that she had in her mind, she had known she couldn’t.

She tried to lose herself in the feeling of her husband fucking her, fucking her so hard over the old oak table and the plush-covered cushion from the lovely old couch in the corner of the library. His hips awakened the agony of the paddle with each thrust, but as an echo that seemed to burn not with pain but with terrible, terrible need.

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