Bride-To-Bride Wants a Pounding

The hottest, dirtiest, and easiest fuck of my life.

Several years later and it still ranks as the best, and very surprisingly, the easiest pull I’ve ever had. The sex was dirty and over too quickly, but the context puts this slut firmly at the top of my hottest fucks ever. She did tell me her name, but I don’t remember it.

For me, it was a normal Saturday night on the piss with the lads. The club was heaving with pussy, including this big hen party of about twelve women in their mid-to-late twenties, drunk and loud, wearing cheap, slutty costumes.

The bride-to-be’s usually stands out at these parties, but this one stood out like a fucking beacon in an ridiculous, yet hot, Katy Perry costume. It screamed for someone to absolutely ruin her like the slut she looked like.

A blue wig fell down her back with a veil over the top. The light turquoise bra top knotted just below her massive tits, with cherry topped cream cakes on the front. Her cleavage was awesome. Tiny denim shorts rode high on her thick thighs, the hem just about covering her amazingly plump but firm backside. And heels that made her smooth, toned legs look even longer.

The costume worked because she had a great body on her. Not skinny, but nice curves and big, soft-looking tits. The voluptuous type that make you immediately think, motorboat, and then make you wish you could stick your cock between them, blasting cum.

Her face was pretty too. A genuine smile flashing white teeth, heavy makeup, looking like she was having a great time dancing with a champagne flute in her hand, shaking that fine ass and those great tits, easily DD/E cups.

I watched her for a while, wondering if it was gay-night, or if guys were just too intimidated to go up to her because of her large group of friends. To be fair, she wasn’t the hottest in the group, but she was the curviest and bustiest.

After a while, I danced up to her, jokingly asking for her autograph, and then apologising for thinking she was the real KP. She laughed, knowing I was taking the piss, and just trying to weasel my way in to get closer to her.

She thankfully welcomed the attention, and even said I was “hot,” which made me think she was now taking the piss. I’m confident in my looks, but I know my limitations, and no woman had ever called me “hot” before. I grinned as we kept dancing, drifting further away from her friends.

That’s when she ramped up the flirting, and mischievously confessed to me that she wasn’t sure if getting married was the right move yet. I grinned as our bodies pressed even closer. I slid my hands over the curve of her waist, then lower to grab her gorgeous arse through the shorts.

She responded by grinding against me, squashing her heavy tits against my chest. I thought, “fuck it,” and moved in for a kiss. She offered no resistance, melting into the embrace with an eager tongue, tasting of champagne and lipstick as I squeezed her arse.

“I have to go back to the hotel with my friend’s soon,” she said with a hint of regret, but then she smiled, grabbing my hard cock through my jeans.

“You wanna sneak me back to your room?” I said with a wry smile.

“I wish I could, but I was thinking about sneaking into the disabled toilet together instead,” she replied, smirking. “Do you fancy it?”

I chuckled. What a fucking slut, I thought positively. I’m sure she had her reasons, and I sensed I was simply a suitable guy for her needs. I honestly believe that many decent looking guys that night could’ve been in my position if only they had approached her first.

But they didn’t. I did. So we slipped away from the dance floor and her friends, and locked ourselves discreetly inside the disabled toilet, where we got straight into it. She was all over me, kissing as I pulled the straps of her bra top down, releasing those juicy melons in all their glory.

Her pale, soft tits spilled heavily, nice and full, with a set of tasty looking nipples. I groaned and took one into my mouth, sucking on it hard while my hand squeezed her other tit. She gasped, arching into me as her manicured fingers tangled in my hair.

But she was in a hurry to get fucked. She squatted down in front of me, the daft, blue wig framing her face. I put my hand on her head and gently removed it, revealing long, dark brown hair as she unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans down around my knees.

“Nice cock,” she said, smiling up at me once it had sprung free.

“It does the job,” I chuckled, knowing it was only seven inches. A good size, but I knew a slut like her had taken bigger.

Staring into her blue eyes as she stroked my cock, I saw just how pretty she actually was. Not that I hadn’t before, but I do like a blue-eyed brunette, and suddenly I wanted to cover her face with my cum, but then she took me into her warm, wet mouth.

“Ohhh, fuck yeah…” I groaned.

Her tongue swirled around my sensitive head before she went deeper, sucking with skill and enthusiasm. Spit glistened on her chin as her head bobbed at my crotch, her natural hair and fantastic tits bouncing. She was filthy, surreal, and fucking perfect.

“Now fuck me over the sink,” she demanded. I pulled her up, spun her toward the mirror, and bent her over the sink. “You have a condom, yeah?”

“No, do you?” I chuckled again, pulling her tight denim shorts down enough to expose her plump, round arse, and the slick folds of her soaking wet cunt.

“Just make sure you pull out, then, because I’m not on the pill and I’m getting hitched next weekend,” she warned.

“Fuck, you’re a naughty girl,” I grinned, rubbing the head of my cock along her slit. “So where do you want my cum?” I grunted, entering her slowly.

“Ohhh, fuck,” she breathed, grabbing hold of the sink tightly, her big tits beginning to swing towards the mirror. “Make me cum and I’ll swallow every drop. Ohhh, yes, yes. Ohhh, fuck.”

“You got yourself a deal.”

I grabbed her waist firmly and started to pound the shit of her from behind. She cried out, pushing back against me. Her arse cheeks rippled with every impact as I fucked her hard and deep. Her tits swung heavily beneath her as the bra top sat around her waist.

“Yes! Fuck me! Oh yes! That’s it. Give me all you got, baby!” she panted aggressively. “Spank me! Pull my hair!”

“Urrr! You dirty fucking slut!” I growled, one hand keeping hold of her waist, while the other slapped her arse hard. She loved it. I then grabbed her hair and yanked that hard too, watching her unravel in the mirror.

Fuck, I’ll marry you if you put out like this every night, I thought.

“Yes! Oh shit, I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop,” she begged, still pushing back. “Harder! Fuck my pussy harder!”

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum too!” I warned her.

“No! Not in me!” she exclaimed. “Oh! I’m so close! Keep going!”

“But I’ll cum,” I warned her again, fully prepared to pull out or blow my baby batter deep inside her fertile womb.

“Oh yes! That’s it! Oh fuck I’m…” she gripped the sink, shut her eyes, and exploded right there on my cock.

“Ohhhh fuck!!!” I roared as her cunt convulsed around my thrusting length.

Buried deep inside some poor fucker’s bride-to-be, I pumped her womb full of cum while she climaxed like a fucking banshee in the disabled toilet of a nightclub. I knew I was pretty good with my cock, but damn did she need someone to just fuck her. Anyone.

“If I had pulled out you wouldn’t have come,” I said, my voice sounding apologetic when I finally did pull out.

“It’s fine,” she panted. I’ll sort it tomorrow. Thank you. You have no idea how much I needed that.” As she tugged her tight, denim shorts back up, I caught some of my cum leak out into the crotch before she pulled them up.

“I have a pretty solid idea,” I chuckled. “So what’s the crack? Are you not happy to be getting married or something?” I asked, zipping my cock away as she pushed her tits back into her bra top, with one of the cream cakes having broken off onto the floor.

“It’s complicated,” she said, picking her blue wig and veil off the floor too. “And I wouldn’t want to offend your ego.”

“My ego?” I laughed as she stood in front of the mirror putting the wig and veil back on. “Try me, sweetheart. “I had a dig back.”

We were just about ready to leave, when she told me her fella was at home, waiting for her to call him to learn if she’d used her “free pass” or not. I was genuinely shocked, and asked why she wasn’t carrying a condom if she’d planned to get fucked.

“I wasn’t going to do it. But then you made it so easy for me. So, thank you,” she giggled unashamedly. My ego wasn’t hurt. How could it be? I’d just fucked someone’s fiancée a week before he married her, and I’d filled her full of cum. My ego was buzzing.

She kissed me on the cheek then dashed off, never to be seen or heard from again, not yet at least. Walking back to my apartment through the streets, alone because my friend’s moved on without me, I just couldn’t stop smiling and laughing to myself.

That silly costume. Those soft, heavy tits. The way her pussy felt when I filled her. Then her bombshell confession before she left me in the disabled toilet with empty balls, the whole thing was downright dirty. A bride-to-be with a free pass made for the hottest, easiest fuck I’ve ever had.

I doubt very much that I knocked her up. Emergency pill, and all that. But the primal part of me kind of hopes I did.