Finale Verena

Lisa closed door number 2 behind her and looked directly at the tall blonde with the ample cleavage.

“Verena… are you ready for the final humiliation tonight?”

Verena raised an eyebrow; her nipples were already hardening beneath the tight dress. Her heavy breasts rose and fell faster, as if the mere thought of it were turning her on.

Lisa smiled wickedly. “Svenja has organized a sex swing for the wedding night. Some perverted thing she and Florian have been planning for a while. But she’s completely exhausted. The poor thing can barely stand. What if you take her place? You put on the white wedding lingerie she bought especially for this, put on the veil, and we’ll write something really hot on your ass. Then on his wedding night, Florian won’t be fucking his new wife… but you. It’ll probably happen really fast. Did you see how those old ladies and moms were already squeezing his cock through his pants earlier? He’s been rock hard all evening.”

Verena bit her lower lip. A visible shiver ran through her body, her thighs pressed together slightly.

“Verena… do you want to really humiliate her?”

Verena laughed bitterly, her eyes flashing with rage and pure lust.

“Am I ready? That bitch paraded me around naked in front of everyone at the bachelorette party, treated me like a cheap whore, and gave me this fucking tattoo. I’m still mad at her. Really mad. If I can take her husband away from her on her wedding night and let him fuck me in her own lingerie… then I’m more than ready. I want to destroy her. Really destroy her.”

Lisa smiled contentedly. “Then get changed.”

Verena stood up and pulled the dress over her head without a shred of shame. Her huge tits bounced freely, her nipples rock-hard. She reached for the white, sheer wedding lingerie Lisa held out to her—a tiny lace bodysuit that barely covered anything, and the veil that half-hid her face. As she changed, she smiled coldly. “Go ahead and write ‘Svenja’s wedding gift—fuck me harder than her’ on it. I want him to see my ass and know right away that he’s not fucking his wife right now.”

Lisa just nodded and traced the marker over Verena’s plump, round buttocks. The letters glistened black and obscene.

Lisa led the tall blonde into the darkened adjoining room of the suite, where the sex swing was already set up—black ropes, sturdy carabiners, a wide leather seat that held her legs spread wide apart. Verena wore only the sheer white wedding lingerie and the veil that half-hid her face.

Without asking, Lisa suddenly pressed the wide O-ring gag into her hand. “Here. Stick this in your mouth yourself. Open wide and strap it tight. I want your mouth nice and open when Florian comes in.”

Verena obeyed, her face flushed, sliding the ring between her teeth and fastening it behind her head. Her mouth now remained obscenely wide open.

Lisa helped her into position with calm, professional movements: she pulled the wide leather straps around Verena’s thighs, buckled them tight so that her legs spread obscenely wide, her cunt already slightly open and glistening. Then she secured her wrists above her head, raised the seat until Verena’s ass hung at exactly the right height for a standing fuck. The black letters on her plump ass glowed in the dim light: “Svenja’s Wedding Gift.”

Lisa took a step back, surveyed her handiwork, and ran her fingers tentatively over Verena’s smooth slit. “All set, you horny stand-in bride. Should I really lube up your ass and pussy nice and good?

She reached for the lube, squeezed a thick, cold dollop directly onto Verena’s ass crack, and began to rub it in slowly and humiliatingly. Using two fingers, she roughly spread the gel over the tight anus, pushed a finger deep inside, and twisted it while commenting mockingly, “Your asshole’s already twitching like crazy. Are you getting turned on by the thought of Svenja’s husband fucking you on her own wedding night? Pathetic.”

Then the slippery fingers moved deeper, spreading Verena’s labia wide apart and lubricating her cunt—thick, wet, and excessive, until everything glistened and dripped. Lisa slapped her left buttock hard once. “Look at how your cunt is already dripping. You’re really nothing more than a hole for Florian.”

Verena was breathing heavily, her heavy tits rising and falling, her nipples hard as stone. She grinned under the veil and nodded

Lisa smiled contentedly, reached into her bag again, and pulled out a small, pink vibrator. Without warning, she shoved it deep into Verena’s dripping pussy and set it to the lowest setting. “And this is for the wait, you stupid slut. So you stay nice and wet and horny until someone finally comes and fucks you through. Have fun with it.”