It was Mum’s special day. Well, her second time around. She and Dad had divorced a few years ago when he couldn’t take any more of her controlling tendencies and bitchiness. But now, she was marrying Gary. Approaching his fiftieth birthday, her new husband-to-be had made a tidy sum through his plumbing business. He also was easily led by a strong woman, which suited Mum perfectly. I had no idea what possessed him to ask her to marry him, poor deluded man.
True to form, Mum had demanded we were at the wedding venue hours in advance. Having had my hair done that morning into a sweeping chignon with face-framing tendrils, I checked into my room, and changed into my bridesmaid’s dress. The russet-coloured dress was a full length, off the shoulder creation, with a side split that ran to my upper thigh. A bodice body hugged my tight stomach, and pushed up my cleavage, showing off my full bosom. With the dress, I slipped on a pair of bow-decorated, point-toed, heeled pumps, fastened with satin ankle straps.
Walking down the hotel corridor, I saw the door to Gary’s room was open. Dressed ready to go in his wedding suit, he was staring out of the window, lost in thought. I entered, closed the door softly, and crossed the room to join him. He jumped slightly and looked at me in surprise. “You OK, Gary,” I asked quietly, placing a hand on his forearm.
“I’m OK,” Gary sighed; his face uncertain. I left my hand resting on his arm, as he turned to face me. Despite himself, his eyes dropped to the swell of my cleavage.
“Last minute doubts,” I asked softly, stroking his arm. Raising his eyes, he paused and, eventually, nodded.
“It’s just she has been so business-like and focused on today,” he muttered, “like I am here as an extra in her performance.” Gary paused, assessing me as if not sure whether to expand. But then, he blurted out, “I just don’t get any feeling of warmth; no real affection.”
“No affection,” I repeated, closing the gap until we were almost touching. Despite himself, his gaze was drawn to the rise and fall of my chest; the curves of soft flesh revealed by the low-cut bridesmaid’s dress. “Oh, Gary, I’m so sorry; Mum doesn’t really do affection. Let alone…”
My future stepfather almost audibly gulped, whilst I left that hanging, my fingers running down his tie. “How long has it been,” I murmured, placing the palm of a small hand on his chest.
“Two months,” Gary admitted in a strained voice. I could feel his heart racing, and see him making a conscious effort to keep his eyes lifted from my cleavage.
“That’s so unfair,” I pouted, pushing my chest out slightly. “She can be such a cruel, controlling bitch, and you deserve to be treated better than that, Gary,” I continued, lightly pressing myself against him. A sheen of sweat had broken out on his forehead, and there was an obvious tenting in his trousers.
“Would you like me to show you how I think you should be treated, Gary,” I murmured, my fingers running down over his stomach and onto the large bulge in his wedding suit.
In a daze, my Mum’s fiancé allowed himself to be guided to the edge of the bed. Kneeling in front of him, I reached behind and unzipped my bridesmaid’s dress. He moaned when I slipped it from my shoulders to reveal a pair of large breasts, offering them to his hungry gaze.
“Oh my God, Paige,” Gary sighed in a hoarse whisper. I smiled wickedly, deftly unbuckling his belt and releasing the hook and bar fastening on his suit trousers. He looked down in stunned silence as I unzipped him. Grasping the waistband, and with the groom lifting slightly on the edge of the bed, I slid his trousers and boxers down, until they were pooled around his ankles. His throbbing member sprung free in front of my face.
Breathing heavily, he loosened his tie, watching me as I parted his meaty thighs and reached for his manhood. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the ringtone of his mobile. “Adrienne,” he gasped in panic, looking at me.
“Best answer; Mum doesn’t like to be ignored,” I suggested, with an expression that betrayed a lifetime of being bullied by my controlling parent. Watching him press answer with a shaking hand, I slowly ran my index finger along the length of his throbbing cock.
“Gary, where the hell are you,” my Mum stormed. Whilst her future husband made some excuse about getting changed, I traced a painted fingernail across the sensitive underside of the glans and onto the tip of his rigid member. Flinching, he gasped softly, before finishing the sentence and hitting mute.
Holding him delicately with the fingers of my left hand, and whilst my Mum launched into a litany of things that had not been done to her satisfaction, I continued to circle a fingernail over the tip, watching it twitch at my touch. Then, wrapping slender fingers around the shaft, I began to gently massage his cock. Simultaneously, I dropped my head and ran my tongue over his scrotum. “Fuck,” he groaned.
“Do you like that, Gary,” I purred, fingers tightening around the hard meat of his cock. His face a mask of concentration as he reassured his bride that he would deal with the caterers, I kissed and licked my way up the veiny length, before parting my plump lips and taking the purple head between them.
Stroking him slowly with my left hand, I raked the fingernails of the other hand over his scrotum and perineum, whilst swirling my tongue around the glans that filled my mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he hissed; the phone on mute whilst my Mum ranted about the table decorations.
Regaining his composure, Gary clicked off mute to agree he needed to fix that too. Continuing to subject his thick shaft to rhythmic movements, I applied suction to the head, whilst pushing the flat of my tongue up against its base. His thighs tensed and his pelvis pushed forward, my soon-to-be step dad let out a strangled cry when a manicured fingernail grazed against his anus.
“What’s up with you, Gary,” my Mum asked in an irritated voice.
“Think I tweaked my back this morning, dear,” he grimaced by way of explanation. Releasing him from my mouth, I looked up and shook my head in mock disbelief, whilst running my lips along the length of his pulsing meat.
He clicked onto mute again and glanced down. I met his stare, my mouth falling open into a seductive pout. Placing my hands flat against his pelvis, and still maintaining eye contact, I slowly dropped myself onto him. He groaned as I took his full length in my mouth, my lips pressed tightly around base of his straining cock. I gagged, then lifted from him; a string of viscous saliva running from my full red lips to the tip of his member.
“Oh, you good girl, Paige,” he hissed through clenched teeth; listening to my mum’s next gripe whilst I swallowed him again, holding myself down on his full length and gagging loudly. Eyes watering, I pulled back and breathed heavily.
With a warning tap on my head, he clicked the microphone open to placate his bride. Whilst waiting for him to finish, I cupped his balls gently and ran the tip of my tongue along the length of him and up over the glans. In response, he pushed forward involuntarily, and groaned loudly. “Sorry, Adrienne; it’s just a spasm,” my future step dad offered by way of explanation, before hitting mute again.
“I can help with that spasm, Daddy,” I murmured, before impaling myself on his shaft. My fingernails digging into the flesh of his pelvis, I bobbed up and down on him, eagerly sucking his cock. Placing his hands to either side of my face, his breathing faster now; his hips mirroring my movements.
Suddenly, his hands tight on my cheeks, he let out a low muffled groan and came hard in my mouth; twitching repeatedly as he pulsed warm salty semen onto my tongue and into my throat. Holding me in place, he reassured Mum that he would be down shortly to sort everything out, and that he couldn’t wait to see her at the ceremony. As he spoke, I looked up patiently, whilst rivulets of saliva and cum trickled from my lips and down his still rigid manhood.
Finally, the call ended, my future step dad released me. Swallowing the mouthful of his seed, I pushed up from his lap and leant back on my heels. Smiling coyly at him, I ran a finger over my lips to collect the remaining cum. Licking it clean, I turned my attention to Gary’s shaft. Then, satisfied with my work, I rose to my feet and zipped my dress back up.
“See you at the wedding, Daddy,” I winked, blowing him a kiss.
