Runaway Bride

I was having trouble for a few days because I was lacking inspiration to complete a story. A recently acquired friend of mine just happened to spark something within me. Though I’m sure she never intended it, she set me off writing this story like a madman. So to her I’d like to say thank you.

Thank you Jenny. You’re a real star and I hope you enjoy the story that you accidentally helped to create. 😉

 

Stranger Danger

 

:Now:

 

“Stranger danger” you thought to yourself with a smile. Maybe at one time that was the case, but you were a grown woman now, and this man sleeping next to you was not offering you candy nor was he trying to get you into his van. “Shit….what’s his name?” the question came to you and you lied there in silence looking about the room as if the answer was going to come from somewhere else. Was it Matt?……Mike?…..Was it even an “M” name at all? You sat up slowly in the bed clutching the sheet to your naked breasts the way they do in every movie. Realizing the silliness of it, and that you didn’t need to maintain a PG rating, you dropped the sheet and smirked. “Was his name even important?” you asked yourself, unable to come up with a decent rebuttal.

 

Looking around the bedroom you could see the remnants of the previous night. The blinds were askew where he had pressed you up against the window. There was one of your shoes in the corner of the room, the other wasn’t visible within your sight line but most likely was near the edge of the bed. Beside you the stranger stirred, mumbling something unintelligible before taking a big breath and letting it out slowly. “Still asleep,” you concluded finding yourself content in that knowledge. “Nicholas!” your brain suddenly squealed. That’s what his name was. You looked to the ceiling and pantomimed a celebration that involved an inordinate amount of fist pumps and middle fingers being raised to the sky. You remembered because his name made you laugh. You wanted desperately to call him St. Nick, but it was hard to make jokes once his pants were off, and funny enough, you didn’t know his name until they were down around his ankles.

 

“This is so crazy!” you remembered saying, “I don’t…..I don’t even know your name?!” you managed to say, between kissing him and rapidly disrobing. “Me? My name is Nicholas.” he stated matter of factly moments before he slid his pants around his ankles and started to step out of them.

 

“Did you even tell him your name?” you ask yourself, trying to recall if you had or not. The sly feeling trickling through your mind is that you hadn’t. “How the hell did I even get here?” you asked yourself, laughing as you looked over the handsome….naked? You check quickly lifting the covers and seeing the outline of his muscled legs and delightfully round rump drop the covers, naked…definitely naked man.

 

 

 

 

:20hrs ago:

 

 

“I’m going to be sick.”

 

“For reals?”

 

“Oh god….I really shouldn’t be here….I shouldn’t be doing this….”

 

“Oh whatever sis….he loves you…you love him….this is what yer supposed to do right? Isn’t that what people like….do when they love each other and whatever?”

 

Your sister, though astonishingly pretty and grown up looking in the bridesmaid dress you hand picked, had the maturity of a toddler and the vocabulary of a valley girl that had been dropped once too many times as a child. “I know, I know….but…it doesn’t feel right.” you try to explain but the words have no impact.

 

“What if you wear some like….I dunno….like…different shoes?” she offered.

 

“Huh?” is all you manage to reply, baffled by her supposed solution.

 

“You know. Like…change your shoes. Sometimes when I think…you know….like…I’m not having a good day and stuff….I like…change my shoes and then…it’s better. You know?”

 

“Good god,” you thought to yourself, “no one has a clue what you’re saying.” is what you wanted to say, but instead you just stood staring into the mirror looking at yourself and your sister in the mirror. The wedding dress really did look amazing. You probably would never look better than in this moment and in this dress, but all the while as you stared into the mirror it was as if you were looking at someone else and that stranger in the mirror was wearing your dress, not you. “I don’t know what you mean sis.” you managed to reply softly.

 

“Like sometimes when you change your shoes the ground is like….softer….and like….you know? Like when you walk and you feel better…lighter….happier. Maybe you need to change your shoes. That’s all. You’re just wearing the wrong ones.”

 

Then there was a singular moment of clarity and the issue became clear in front of you. You were getting married to the wrong pair of shoes! The comfy ones. The ones that you don’t worry about damaging because you can replace them at Walmart for less than $10. They were safe, boring, and above all, they didn’t fit. “I’m wearing the wrong shoes.” you said allowed, much to your sisters delight, happy that her advice was worth while for the first time ever. She began taking her shoes off and started to hand them to you when you hopped off the stand and walked right by her. You picked up the dress and sauntered right out of the Hall, out the lobby, past some of the guests that had arrived late, and out onto the street. Moments later you had hailed a cab and were heading away from the comfort of $10 laceless boat shoes.

 

 

:12hrs ago:

 

“What’s your name?”

 

 

“Huh?” it was hard to hear the question as the music raged in the background.

 

“What is your name?” came the question again, this time with overly expressive lip and mouth movement so that even the most stunted of lip readers could understand what was going on.

 

“Andrea.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“AN….DRE……A” you repeated loudly. Emphasizing each syllable. He nodded nonchalantly while sipping his drink. “What’s yours?”

 

“Ni…a…..” the response came, completely unintelligible as the song that was playing had kicked into high gear.

 

“Huh?” you repeated, scowly and wincing as you tried to hear his response.

 

“Ni…..ca….s” he repeated, louder than before but still just as impossible to decypher. You just nodded and smiled pretending to understand what he said.

 

“Want to…..t……ere?” he asked, the sentence dissolving into the increasingly fervent music. You ascertained that he must have either asked if you wanted to get out of here, or asked if you wanted to get a beer. Since you already had a drink in your hand and it was the furthest thing from a bromidic barroom beer, you concluded he must have asked if you wanted to leave with him.

 

A quick nod and a half hearted smile is all that you needed to give him in order to convey your feelings on the matter. He paced his unfinished drink on the side, took yours and placed it next to his, then stood with his hand out. You took it instinctively and stood up next to him. Without any further discussion he presented his arm to you and you took it walking out with him as if it was always your intention to do so.

 

 

:10 Hours Ago:

 

 

Since leaving the bar it was much easier to have a conversation with the man, but conversation didn’t seem to be on either of your minds. He, of course, was a handsome man. He had the features you always read about in spy novels or romance chick lit. How did they like to put it? Tall, dark and handsome. Chiseled jaw, elegantly dressed. His hair in place, his breath odorless, his musk delicious to inhale. In so many ways this man was the exact opposite of the one you had left at the altar mere hours before. He was a pair of Louis Vuitton pumps. Exquisite, expensive, beautiful to look at, and hard on the feet. The laceless boat shoes were quickly becoming a tired memory.

 

After the bar he had taken you to a park nearby the building the bar was in. It was a quiet, beautiful, tranquil space filled with expertly trimmed bushes and well manicured grasses. Perfect for a long walk and an intimate talk, neither of which you had any interest in. Despite the pangs of societal guilt knocking at the door in the back of your mind, you had already decided that this man was going to be yours tonight. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the rush of emotion from running away from the future that had been so certain, but you felt dizzy and excited in this strangers presence. His solid frame was imposing, his beautiful eyes made you feel butterflies when he looked at you and smiled. He was talking now, but you didn’t care to listen. You were instead just watching his lips move and wondering how they would taste. Would he be as attentive and alluring as you hope he would be? Would he know where to put his hands? Would he know how to hold you tight and aggressively but loose enough so you didn’t feel trapped? He’s stopped talking now, what did he say? Does it matter? You simply smile and nod, “Uh huh.” you mumble, faking your way through a conversation you have no part in.

 

The rouse must have worked because he began to talk again. That jawline was so delicious. His eyebrows, were they manicured? They’re just too perfect. You look to his eyes, to his lips, to the thick strength of his neck, a telling sign of what lies underneath the clothes you wish were already gone. You let your gaze trail down, imagining the line of his body beneath the fabric. His chest, would it be hairy or smooth? His legs are well muscled and strong, and you quickly glance over his crotch wondering what mystery hid behind the zipper of his fly. “What do you think?” he ended his sentence. You had no clue what he was talking about. It could have been sports, politics, or a lengthy excerpt of the Bible for all you cared. You just wanted him. You wanted him to take you back to his apartment and ravage you. To tear off all of your clothes and send you into an oblivious state of ecstasy. “Well?” he asked again, and you realized a response would be required.

 

“Beautiful.” is all you managed to mumble not caring about his completely confused expression.

 

“I don’t understand.” he admitted, slightly amused by your answer to the question of, “Do you want to grab a coffee?”

“I don’t care.” you replied shaking your head and laughing. “I don’t really care about whatever you were talking about. I don’t care about your question. I don’t care about anything right now.”

 

“Um……”

 

“I just…..don’t….care.” you repeated, moving closer to him, “All I want is for you to take me back to your place….and be….care…less…..with….me.” each of the last words were punctuated with little kisses you planted on his perfect pouty lips.

 

“Alright then……shall we get a cab.” he laughed and turned you around to walk back out of the park.

 

 

:9 Hours Ago:

 

 

That was another first you could check off the list. Making out with a stranger in the back of a cab. “Check”. Your hopes were reassured, and your fears dissuaded. He was indeed a terrific kisser. He took his time, and balanced exploratory kissing with aggressive passionate kissing. It was intoxicating. You wanted him so badly. You could feel yourself shivering in anticipation, melting into him, allowing him to move you where he wanted. His strong hands on your head, his perfect lips kissing, sucking, biting yours. You felt the draw of his body. The anxiousness pulsated through you and your hands danced across his torso with a flighty touch trying desperately to hold on to some semblance of dignity. Several times you caught the taxi driver watching you in the mirror. Ordinarily you’d be upset. How dare he stare at you while you’re kissing your lover. But tonight, was different. You wanted to be seen. You wanted everyone to know how bad you were being. You even went so far as to wink at the poor man as you enjoyed your new nameless lovers tongue running down your neck sending shivers cascading through your body and standing every hair on end.

 

“We’re almost there.” he mutters into your ear before biting it. You feel yourself swoon and droop into his strong solid body. “Thank god.” you think to yourself. Your hands have danced over every inch of him and you could hardly wait to see the nakedness hidden underneath. With a dangerously bold injection of fearlessness you ran your hand between his legs, from his knee up his thigh to rest on what was now very distinctly a thick pulsating erection. You gripped it in your hand through his pants, feeling it’s length, it’s with. Trying to discern any and all features through multiple layers of fabric. Responding to your touch you felt his teeth graze your neck and nibble at your exposed skin. Without thinking you gripped his cock roughly through the fabric and gently twisted. The tension and pressure enough to make the strength wilt from him as his mouth opened wider and he moaned. Once more you caught the eye of the driver in the mirror. He looked at you with hungry eyes and you blew him a kiss as you released your grip on your nameless lover allowing him to concentrate enough to return his lips to your ear whispering what he plans to do when you reach his apartment.

 

The taxi slows and finally comes to a halt in front of a large apartment tower and both you and the stranger make adjustments to ready yourselves for public view. After closing the door behind you he slips the driver a large bill through the window and tells him to keep the change, but the driver instead has his eyes on you. Drinking in every inch of your sensuality for later use when he’s home with his wife. You blow him one last kiss, and give him one more wink before standing up straight and waltzing away arm in arm with your prize stallion.

 

“G’night John” he says to the doorman.

 

“G’night Mr……Sta….k..n” the name disappearing in your mind the moment the doorman utters it. You don’t care about names. You don’t care about tomorrows. The time is now, and you were going to enjoy it.

 

:8 Hours Ago:

 

The elevator took far too long to reach his floor, but you did your best to cope by enveloping yourself in his body. He wrapped his strong arms around you and kissed you deeply as if you were lovers from former lives. You allowed him to kiss you, and drifted away into a formless existence, as if watching yourself from outside your body. You felt his hands on you, his arms around you, his lips on yours. The heat of his skin, the intensity of his eyes. Good god you wanted him! When would this elevator get to it’s destination. You could no longer wait. While he held you close you drew both your hands down his chest, around his waist, down his legs, and up his thighs to reach his very erect cock, still tortuously hidden beneath layers of clothing. “Fuck” you mutter, cupping at his balls and stroking his member through his pants, then smile as he once more loses concentration while kissing you.

 

Finally the elevator dings and seconds later the doors open with a thud. “This way,” he commands, taking you by the hand and leading you down the short hall to a large door labled “PH1”

 

“Penthouse?” you thought to yourself. “Not bad.” you smirked. You had never chased money, power, or men with either, but it was a bit of a thrill knowing that this man of means found you irresistible. He swiped his card through the keyless entry and the door clicked in response. Turning you he smiled and swung the door open to show you his not so humble abode.

 

It was a stunning looking apartment. This man either had style, or knew who to pay to acquire the appropriate style. It was sparsely furnished which made the large expansive room seem even bigger. On the far side of the apartment was an entire line of windows starting in one corner and then continuing seamlessly around the other. Out the window you saw the brilliance of downtown below you. The lights of the city reflecting the stars, traffic was minimal and had the look of shooting stars reflected in a large pool of water. “Not bad.” you said with a smile looking back at the proprietor of the property, “But I’m more interested in what’s behind door number two.” you continue, reaching for and then running your hand up over his still bulging crotch.

 

“I was hoping you’d say that.” he chuckled closing the door behind himself as he followed you into the living room of his apartment.

 

Once you had brought him up to the edge of the room you stared out over the city while you held him. The light from the front hall illuminated your silhouette and both of you were lightly reflected in the floor to ceiling windows. No longer able to contain yourself you lower to your knees in front of him and gently unzip the fly of his dress pants. With the zipper out of the way his cock pushes further out to meet you, no longer having to strain against two layers of fabric. Swiftly you wrench his pants to the ground and he calmly steps out of them. You lick your lips as you look over the outline of his cock under this final barrier of cloth. Lightly you draw your finger over the outline, feeling every ridge, every bump, every vein. You could feel the heat of his engorged member through his underwear and smiled to yourself as you could see him twitching trying to hold back but still enjoying your teasing touch. Looking up at him you ran your hands over the outside of his thighs till you reached his waist, then hooked your thumbs inside the waistband of his underwear before slowly pulling them down to his knees.

 

As expected the head of his cock was trapped by the waist band and bent against the fabric as you pulled the underwear further down. At a certain point the waistband loosened it’s hold and you were greeted by the delightful upswing up his cock, hearing it slap against his hard flat stomach before returning to it’s aggressive horizontal position. It was like it was it’s own animal. Red, angry, mean looking, but still beautiful in your eyes. You bit your lip and brought your face closer to his musky sex enjoying the heat pulsating from its surface. His cock twitched and the head expanded briefly and then returned to normal. You looked up at him and extended your tongue to a point. Edging ever closer you could see the anxious look in his eyes. He clearly wanted this as much as you did, but you knew you wanted it more.

 

You ran your tongue up the tip of his cock and were treated to a long extended moan emanating from the gaped mouth above you. You smirked to yourself and then ran your tongue up the tip again, but this time over to the right, then once more, but over to the left. Again he moaned and out of the corner of your eye you could see him clench and then relax his fingers as he attempted to maintain civility in the face of greater temptation. You ran one of your hands from his waist over to his balls. You cupped them as you continued to tease him with your tongue, feeling them gently in your hand resisting the urge to grip them and squeeze them. He moaned in appreciation of your attentiveness, continuing to ball his hands into fists.

 

Out of the corner of your eye you caught your reflection in the large window. The darken sparsely starred sky has made it almost as a mirror. Seeing yourself in such a manner shoots a jolt of excitement through your body. Seeing yourself on your knees, tongue extended to tease a beautifully shaped cock. You continue to administer careful licks, and tender kisses to his delicious phallus, but instead of watching his eyes you watch yourself in the reflection. It’s delightfully deviant. You think that this is what he must see, this is what this hunk of man flesh finds exciting, and while you watch yourself slowly draw his cock into your mouth, you can’t help but agree. If this was some movie you had secretly ordered at a hotel, you would enjoy it. If you had been asked by your friends if you watched it, you wouldn’t deny it. It was sexy. It was succulent. You smiled and winked at your reflection before closing your eyes and taking his thickness as deep as you could into your warm inviting mouth.

 

As you took him inch by inch, you felt his hands finally drop to your head, his fingers in your hair and checking the reflection in the window you could see his gaze watching your determinedly. “Fuck!” he manages to moan as you slide his cock back out, licking it once, and drawing it back into your mouth as your tongue continues to swirl around the head. His hips twitch as he tries to hold back from bucking and thrusting. Every instinct in his body aches to grab you, throw you to the ground and madly fuck you with wild abandon, but he holds fast. “That just won’t do.” you think to yourself, and increase the tempo and veracity of your ministrations. “God damn it!” he shouts and you smile, despite the large erection sliding between your lips.

 

With your hand gently tugging on his balls you slide back and forth on his cock, feeling it pulse and strain in your mouth. With your free hand you reach up and feel his smooth hard chest. Smiling once more as you tweak his nipple through his shirt causing his body to shake. Once more you look at yourself in the reflection. You look sensational. Like a fabulous debutante turned sultry seductress. Your lips glisten with a mix of your own spit and his leaking sweet and salty juices. Gripping his shaft tightly in your hand you pull your head back and lick the tip of his cock. A light strand of pre-cum ropes between your tongue and the tip of his head. “Fuck that’s hot.” you think to yourself looking at the reflection. It was like an odd out of body experience, combined with exhibition. You felt like you were showing off, for your own benefit. Your mind racing with excitement and your pussy tingling with anticipation. You wanted this dick inside of you. This hard angry, mean looking cock. You wanted to feel it. Every inch. Every single nuance. You wanted to feel it stretch your pussy. You wanted to feel the twinge of pain mixed with the waves of pleasure. God damn if he didn’t pick you up and toss you down to fuck you, you were going to do it to him. If he wasn’t going to be the aggressive man of the moment, then you were going to show him how it’s done.

 

You take one of his balls into your mouth and suckle it gently while stroking his shaft and once more you see his head flop back as he moans. “Oh you like that do you?” you think to yourself, continuing to lick and suck on his tender scrotum. Why had you never thought to do this before? Your tongue continued to explore as you alternated between gripping his shaft tightly, and stroking the head lightly. His legs shook and trembled and you felt his hands starting to grip your hair roughly, then relax once more. “He’s trying to be nice.” you thought to yourself. “I’m going to have to take charge then.” Pulling his shaft up and exposing his balls you dive in and aggressively lick and suck on them feeling him twitch and shudder with a combination of fear and excitement. You look once more over at your reflection and give yourself a wink. “Time to take charge.”

 

Standing in front of him now you still grip his erection in your soft hand before planting a wet sloppy kiss, amusing yourself with the thought of him tasting his own juices on your lips. Of course he’s too turned on to give a care and kisses you as deeply as you kiss him. Using his cock as a lead you turn and drag him over to the couch that is nearby. With one hand on his member, and the other on his chest you push him back onto the couch. “Strip!” you order and he immediately does as you demand, unbuttoning his shirt, loosening his tie, and removing both, tossing them to the floor. “God he looks good enough to eat” you think to yourself, biting your lip as you drink in his nakedness in front of you. The head of his erection pulsing and twitching as he looks you over as well.

 

You, of course, are still dressed and that just won’t do. You take one step towards him and push his legs open so that you may stand between them. The feeling of being exposed and vulnerable does not appear to worry him in the least, instead he becomes even more excited. The look on his eyes even more intense as he stares at you. While standing between his bent legs you turn around, and slink your body from side to side, as if dancing to slow music that only you can hear. With one hand you reach back and unzip your dress, looking over your shoulder at him as you push the fabric off one shoulder, then looking over the other shoulder as you push the dress of it as well. You see yourself once more in the window and smirk. “That’s hot” you think to yourself, and then slither side to side allowing the dress to slide down your body and drop to the floor. Slowly you step out of the dress as you continue to slither side to side. Then, with your back still to him you bend over with straight legs and pick the dress up, tossing it over to the side. You run your hands up your legs as you slowly straighten up, emulating as best as you can, a sensuous strip tease worthy of center stage. Reaching behind your back you unclasp your bra, and with your free hand you clutch the lacy support tight to your body. Then with all the subtlety of a hungry cat on the prowl you turn to face him, smiling at his obvious anxiousness, slowly lift your hand away, and drop the bra on his raging hardon.

 

He continues to smile as he picks the bra up and moves it the side. As he does you turn once more, hooking your thumbs into your panties you bend over again and slowly inch them down over your ass till they also drop to the floor. Once more you stand up slowly and look over your shoulder at him. His gaze is fixed on your naked ass and he’s biting his lip hard. Clearly he’s desperate to maintain control of himself which is the one thing you wish he wouldn’t do. Still, the amusement of torturing this poor man into submission is exquisitely satisfying. You bend over one last time to remove your pumps when you feel his warm hand slap across your ass. “No.” he finally commands, “Leave the shoes on.” You look at him around your legs, smiling as you do, then stand once more turning to face him.

 

His eyes are drinking you in, every inch a tasty morsel. You reach down again and grip his hard cock and pull on it a couple of times. He twitches and grimaces with a mixture of pleasure and pain. You bend over and engulf his thickness with your mouth allowing your spit to dribble out and trail down the length of his shaft to his scrumptious looking balls. With no further thought you quickly straddle him, setting one knee down beside his thigh and placing the other one down once you have his cock lined up. With everything in it’s place you slowly lower your body on to him and feel the agonizingly wonderful feeling of his member stretching you out as his phallus slowly slides all the way in. You moan in approval and he echos you in turn. Rising up you feel your body clinging to his as if it’s saying it’s not quite done with his cock. You couldn’t agree more and lower yourself back again. This time he slides easier, quicker, slicker. His cock teasing the sensitive insides of your pussy as your clit enjoys the pressure of his pubic bone pushing into yours. He moans and you gasp a little, then rise up and plunge down. Harder this time, faster. Then again..harder still, faster still. Your bodies collide with a stiff slap and you feel the distinct pleasure of his balls swinging up to meet you as he thrusts.

 

“Fuck!” he shouts, much louder than you were expecting. The sound reverberates around the sparsely decorated room and only excites you further. Up you slide again, down once more. He thrusts up to meet you and again you feel his balls, his body, everything. You can start to feel your skin flush, your fingers tingling. You seem to be getting even wetter if that was even possible. Once more you catch your reflection in the mirror. You smile and watch yourself rise up, and plunged down, then again up and down. Faster each time. Quicker and quicker.

 

Without warning you feel it rushing through your body. Like diving into a warm pool of pure pleasure you nerves and muscles twitch and pulse. You gasp and take in a quick breath of air as your body spasms. “Oh fuck.” you moan quietly as your eyes flutter and roll back. You’re losing control, but this beautiful stranger is well aware. With his strong hands he grasps your wrists and begins to thrust up into you with steady precision. The constant, unending attack is making you writhe, your legs jolt you from side to side and you can hear yourself panting, unable to get a steady breath. Then as you think you’re about to regain control he moves one of his hands from your wrist and into your hair, gripping you and pulling you towards him. The tension on your scalp intensifies every feeling bursting through your body. Your hips bug, you open your mouth and for the first time you yell, “F-f-f-f-fuc-k! I’m cumming god ….fucking……damn…..it!” as your body rocks and shudders. The spasms cascade through you as the tension you’ve being building up for so many restless days is finally relentlessly released. Mercifully he slows his pace to allow you to recover.

 

His slickened member still sliding in and out of your poor quivering pussy, you keep muttering, “Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck that felt good…fuck..fuck” You still in the throes of your orgasm and you can feel your face, fingers, and even your toes tingling, but this man is not slowing or stopping his motions. You smile and bite your lip. You’ve never been with anyone that could take you to the summit twice in one go. His hand slides down from your hair to your neck, as his other slides up from your wrist to join it. Within his strong grasp you feel your heart flutter with both fear and excitement. Holding you there for a moment he gyrates his hips up into you then rotates and thrusts again. You feel yourself getting wet once more, and yet another moan escapes your lips.

 

Without warning he picks you up and stands in front of the couch with your legs wrapped around him. After one last thrust he drops you to the couch in a heap. You look at him in confusion but you’re still anxious for more. Grabbing one of your arms he pulls you up towards him then faces you away from him on the couch. Now you’re kneeling, your ass sticking out and presenting itself to him as a prize to take. You look in the window at his reflection, and catch him looking as well. You smile, and he laughs giving you a hearty spank on your exposed and wiggling ass. Leaving his hand on your ass you feel him squeeze then release your ass cheek before spanking you once more. You’re aching for it now. All you can think about is how much you want his cock back in you. As you squirm beneath him he lines up the head of his stiff member and slowly slides it forward. It’s agonizingly slow. He moves barely at all, and you twitch and squirm as you get antsy for more of his thick hard cock. Rocking your hips from side to side you try as best you can to get him a little deeper. You gasp suddenly as you feel the head of his cock pulse and flex, stretching you for a moment and giving you the delectable full feeling you’re aching for. “God damn it fuck me!” you hear yourself squeal, much to your own surprise.

 

But he didn’t, much to your shagrin. Instead he just spanked your quickly reddening ass instead. You squirm and wiggle once more as he slowly pushes the head of his member into you, only to pull it out again. “F-f-f-f-f-f-f-fuck” you moan loudly, “Damn it!”. All you can hear is him chuckling evilly behind you. His hand comes down and grips your ass once more, then the other slides down your back to your other cheek squeezing them both roughly. You desperately want him to fuck you but now you’re frightened to ask lest he torture you even further. You feel his dick twitch within you and his head pulses once more. Again he slides into you slowly and you close your eyes and bite your lip, hoping, wishing, desperately wanting for him to push it all the way in. You want to feel every inch, every morsel. But again, just as you think he’s going to, he slides his way back out again. You can’t help but whimper.

 

“What do you want?” he asks, coldly.

 

“Huh?” you respond, trying as best you can to stop from gyrating and rotating your hips. You can’t take any more teasing.

 

“I asked you a simple question.” he retorts with a taste of venom in the words, “What do you want?”

 

“I want….I want you to fuck me.” you reply softly, afraid of the repercussions of your admission.

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“What?”

 

“You don’t sound sure. Are you sure you want me to fuck you?” he’s torturing you on two fronts now. As he’s asking you the question he’s continuing to tease your poor pussy with agonizingly slow, shallow movements of his cock. Your pussy has become so sensitive to any movement you can almost feel every ridge and vein on his member.

 

“I want you to fuck me.” you state again, slightly louder than the first time.

 

“Louder.” he demands, thrusting a little further into you.

 

You leap at the chance at deeper penetration and repeat back louder still, “I want you to fuck me.”

 

“Louder!” he yells, “I don’t believe you!” he thrusts a little harder, a little deeper and you feel chills and shivers running down your spine at the increased tempo.

 

“I want you to fuck me!” you yell.

 

“Louder!” he yells back at you, “I want the whole building to know what you want.” He grips your hips roughly and propels himself into you. The loud smack of your ass meeting he hips delights your ears as your pussy pulsates around his cock.

 

“I WANT….YOU….to….FUCK MEEEEE!” you scream at the top of your lungs, stunned at the feeling it gives you. The shout alone is causing your fingers to buzz again and your lips start to hurt from biting them.

 

With one hand he grips your hip and thrusts hard into you, as deep as is possible. The pang of pleasure and pain shoots through your body and you can feel your pussy gush from your excitement. Slowly he pulls out and you whimper, fearing further torture. You then feel the foreign but salacious feeling of his thumb drawing little gentle circles on your tight as yet untouched asshole. With a quick buck of his hips he thrusts back into you and you moan in approval. Again he pulls back slowly and simultaneously continues to tease your asshole. The sensation of having your ass tickled by his gentle thumb and finally having the full length of his cock inside of you starts to send you into a tailspin of pleasure. “Fuck me!” you moan loudly and he thrusts again. “Fuck me!” you demand and again he thrusts. The sensations are pulsing through your body again and you can feel you’re losing control.

 

“You think you’re going to cum again?” he growls, gripping you by the shoulder with one hand while the other continues to tease your poor asshole. “Not until I say so.”

 

“But….” you moan in response, suddenly fearing any reprisal.

 

“No, you’re not allowed. You can’t cum until I tell you.” he commands, increasing then decreasing the veracity of his thrusts and staring at you in the reflection in the window.

 

“Oh fuck..” you mutter trying to concentrate now on relaxing. You gasp and shudder involutarily.

 

“No you don’t.” he grunts again, slowing the thrusts of his cock to a crawl. You whimper once more, feeling yourself aching for release more than you’ve ever done in your life. “Not yet.”

 

“I need to…..cum.” you moan. Squirming back and forth, trying desperately now to reduce the friction you’re feeling from his stiff member sliding in and out of your soaking pussy. “I…I….I can’t hold on.”

 

“No.” he grunts again, easing his cock all the way into you once more. “Not until I say you can.”

 

“Please” you hear yourself beg, “Please I need tooooooo.”

 

“Not until I say so.” he growls again, but this time his growl is punctuated by his own stifled moan. You feel your pussy twitch and squeeze down on his cock making each slow deliberate thrust even sweeter. You whimper again and start blubbering. No words make it past your lips, instead just a stream of incoherent babbling. You moan and squirm and desperately try not to beg for more. You feel your arms start to shake, your toes curl and relax, then curl again. You feel yourself bunching your hands up into fists then slapping them down on the couch. You’re in agony, desperate, horrible, beautiful agony. You can’t think of anything else but cumming. All you want is to feel that release. You want to unkink the hose and let the torrent flow through you. You feel your entire body buzz, your head becomes light and your eyes start to roll back as you mouth opens wide and you gulp in air. “Now.” he says softly, his lips on your ear. “Cum for me.” he says, louder this time. Stopping to nibble on your ear. He thrusts more deliberately, keeping a steady pace of long deep thrusts. You gasp and moan as the waves start to crash across your body, but before you realize it he’s slide his thumb into your ass. The foreign feeling is tremendous and you feel your ass clamp down then release on his thumb. He wiggles it from side to side and in and out ever so lightly as he increases the pace of his thrusts. You’re now lost in the cascade of pleasure washing across your body. You feel your ass twitch, your pussy pulses and your legs begin to shake as you cum for the second time tonight. The time even harder, longer, and louder than before. You squeal in delight and yell obscenities for all to hear.

 

Behind you the distinct gasping of your beautiful stranger comes to the forefront of your mind. His thrusts become erratic and shallow. His gasps equally so. Then a loud growl bordering on howl bellows out of the man as he shouts “Ohhh fuckkkkkk….yessssss” pulling out of your soaking cunt to eject his hot white seed onto your backside. You feel the first thick rope of cum splat across the small of your back. It’s followed by a second slash which glances of your ass cheek. The final spasm causes him to buck wildly and he jettisons another sample of his seed which lands between your shoulder blades. Looking at him in the reflection you can think of no other hotter scene than the one you just witnessed. Seeing this man in full control was delicious, but seeing him lose control and become the animal you desired was even more scintillating.

 

The gasps slow and the low gutteral moans give way to a subtle chuckle. You look over your shoulder at him and see what he’s laughing at. Out of the corner of your eye you see that your back now looks to be claimed as his as thick white ropes of cum crisscross your skin causing you to smile at your accomplishment. This wonderful stranger that has so thoroughly fucked you now stands proud in recognition of his handiwork. He smiles at you then gives you a quick spank, “Get in the shower, you’re filthy.” he chuckles. You follow the man’s instructions and head off to the shower smirking at the feeling of his cum dribbling down your back and onto the floor.

 

:7 Hours Ago:

 

After both of you had showered you joined him in his bed. Naked again you slithered up next to him as he quickly dozed off to sleep. On the nightstand a phone vibrated and you picked it up to see what was the cause. On the screen was the message, “Hope you had a good time. I still love you. Let’s talk about it in the morning.” Your fiance. The man you were almost wed to just last night. The man you feared to get hitched to because he seemed so average and boring. He knew what you did? He knew where you were? And he didn’t mind? Perhaps you had sold him short. Maybe he was more adventurous than you assumed. Maybe……just maybe…..you should invite him over to the stranger’s penthouse for brunch tomorrow, and the three of you could work it all out over the next few days. That sounded like a great idea.

 

Picking up the phone you quickly texted back. “Had a great time. Lots of fun. Wish you were here. Would have been even better.” You paused for a moment, your finger hovering over the send button, then over cancel, then back over send. With a last fleeting thought you hit send and the message went through the ether of the telecommunications network and onto your fiance’s phone.

 

Once more your phone vibrated and you took a big breath before you glanced down to see the reply. “Should I bring your toys?”

 

You gasp in slight shock, but then bite your lip as the naughtiness returns. Rapidly you type “Y-e-s” and hit send, staring at the screen as the message gets sent away, and continuing to stare as you await a response.

 

“Sweet. Love you babe. See you in the morning, with fresh batteries. lol”

 

You shook your head at the phone, stunned at the turn of events. You went from fiancee, to runaway bride, to cheating girlfriend, to soon to be married swinger, all in a matter of a day and a half. “Love you too. xoxo” you type back, hitting send, and placing the phone back on the night stand. You curl back into the bed and look at the man next to you. Your life, suddenly became a lot more interesting.

 

3 thoughts on “Runaway Bride

  1. Okay, you got to tell me if I’m turning in to a whore here. Let me know and I will cease and desist immediately with all comments. . .

    My two (hopefully constructive) cents:
    1) I really like the way you start with the end.
    2) Got a laugh out of the part about maturity and valley girls who fall on their heads.
    3) Dialogue was good. Loved “But I’m more interested in what is behind door number two.”
    4) The shoe tie-in was great too. You might build on the theme of foot fetishes???? (http://lovesexandmarriage.wordpress.com/2013/04/16/kink-of-the-week-foot-fetish/ )

    I was a little confused with the fact that he was named Nicholas whereas the taxi driver, who seemed to know him, referred to him as “John”. Did he mean just any man in general (Like Tom, Dick and Harry)? Or did he give “Nicholas” rides so frequently that he was on a first name basis and his real name was actually John? Anyway, a couple of very minor details: At about 1/3 through the story you wrote, “your hand through . . . feeling it’s length, it’s with” A spell check won’t catch that “with” should be “width” and “it’s” (it is) should actually be “its” (possessive pronoun). Sorry to nit pick. I know it is just your first copy. (Do you EVEN want this type of input???)

    Finally, I was very pleased to see that you wrote in 3rd person for a change 🙂 About half way through, however, you drifted to 2nd. It really doesn’t matter what you write in, but it should probably be consistent.

    Again, please tell me if I really should just shut up and sit at the back of the class. I’m feeling like a pesky moron.

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    1. Nah no worries. When I write I don’t rewrite. This is just the process I go with right now because it saves me from being too constrictive and flow more with my thoughts.

      That being said the vast majority of this story was written in the extreme wee hours with little to no sleep. Not an excuse to bad form but certainly a reason for it.

      Ill be sure to make some adjustments and needed corrections to it later.

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