Gets fucked by both of them

Chloe Harper remained on her knees in the center of Gerald’s dingy living room, the elegant ivory wedding dress pooling around her like spilled satin. Her veil draped softly over her shoulders, and her long blonde hair stayed mostly pinned in its elegant updo despite the motion. Diamond earrings, necklace, and bracelet glittered with every small movement as she continued sucking Gerald’s cock. Her soft, rosy lips stretched around him, tongue swirling nervously along his shaft while she bobbed her head. Saliva glistened on her chin and dripped onto the lace bodice of her dress. The two older men’s groans filled the stale air of the rundown house.

She kept sucking Gerald with reluctant dedication, her blue eyes watery with confusion. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She had only wanted to cheer up a sad coworker. Now she was trapped in this awkward, overwhelming situation, too naïve and kind-hearted to know how to make it stop.

Ron, standing behind her, chuckled darkly. “Look at her go. Committed to the bit like a real bride whore.” He moved around her, his potbelly leading the way. With rough hands, he grabbed the hem of her wedding dress and lifted it high up her back, exposing her toned legs and the sheer stockings clipped to her white lace garter. Chloe whimpered around Gerald’s cock as cool air hit her skin. Ron let out a low whistle of appreciation.

“Fuck, would you look at that,” he groaned, staring at her ass. “Pretty white lace panties hugging that tight little pussy. She really went all out—stockings, garter, the full bride lingerie. Committed, I love it.” His perverted gaze drank in the sight of her lace-covered mound, the delicate fabric already slightly damp from nerves and the intense situation.

Chloe trembled, nervous energy flooding her body. She tried to pull back from Gerald’s cock to protest, but he gently held her head in place. “It’s okay, Chloe,” Gerald murmured, going along with his friend. “Just keep sucking.”

Ron didn’t wait. He hooked his thick fingers into the waistband of her lace panties and yanked them down her thighs, letting them bunch around her knees. Her smooth, bare pussy was now fully exposed in the dim light of the sad living room. “Beautiful,” Ron muttered. He reached forward and ran two thick fingers along her slit, rubbing her clit before pushing one inside her. Chloe gasped around Gerald’s dick, her body tensing. She was nervous, so nervous—her heart racing as unfamiliar pleasure mixed with shame.

Ron fingered her steadily, adding a second digit, stretching her warm, tight pussy. “She’s getting wet already. Naïve little thing.” He positioned himself behind her, stroking his thick cock. Without another word, he lined up and thrust into her from behind in one firm motion.

Chloe moaned loudly around Gerald’s cock, the sound muffled. Ron’s dick filled her completely, stretching her as he began fucking her from behind with steady, deep strokes. The wedding dress was bunched up around her waist, her veil shifting with every thrust. She was being fucked doggy-style while still on her knees sucking Gerald. The contrast was surreal: the breathtaking young bride in full wedding attire, diamond jewelry sparkling, getting used by two gross older men in a rundown house.

She didn’t know what to say. Every thrust from Ron pushed her forward onto Gerald’s cock, forcing her to take him deeper into her mouth. Confused whimpers and wet sucking sounds escaped her. “Mmmph… please…” she tried to mumble, but it came out garbled. She had no idea how to get them to stop. Her kind heart kept her compliant, too overwhelmed and naïve to fight back effectively.

Ron gripped her hips, the lace garter straps pulling tight as he pounded her harder. “Such a tight pussy. This bride costume is doing it for me.” His balls slapped against her with every thrust while she continued licking and sucking Gerald’s shaft, alternating between bobbing on him and gasping for air.

The two men used her rhythmically. Ron fucked her pussy from behind with increasing intensity, grunting with pleasure. Gerald held her updo gently, guiding her mouth along his length. Chloe’s body rocked between them, her white heels digging into the carpet, stockings taut against her thighs. Tears of nervous confusion slipped down her cheeks, but her soft lips kept working, tongue swirling.

Ron’s pace grew frantic. “Gonna cum,” he growled. He buried himself deep inside her and finished with several heavy spurts, flooding her pussy with warm cum. Chloe shuddered, feeling it fill her. Ron stayed inside for a moment, savoring it, then pulled out slowly. A trickle of his seed leaked down her thigh, staining the top of her stocking.

Gerald pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. “Your turn, Chloe. Lay back.”

Still dazed and nervous, she obeyed. The men helped her lie down on the old, worn couch. Her wedding dress was hiked up, veil splayed out beneath her. Gerald climbed between her spread legs in missionary position. He looked down at her stunning face—flushed cheeks, smudged lipstick, wide confused eyes—and pushed back inside her cum-slick pussy.

Chloe gasped as he entered her. “Gerald… I… this is too much…” she whispered, but her voice lacked real force. She didn’t know how to stop it. Gerald started thrusting, the couch creaking beneath them. He leaned down, the contrast of his older, unkempt body against her beautiful bridal form stark in the dingy room.

Ron watched, stroking himself back to life. “Look at her taking it like a good bride. Dress all messed up, pussy full.”

Gerald fucked her missionary style with steady strokes, her white heels bouncing in the air with each thrust. Her diamond necklace shifted between her breasts as her body moved. She kept her hands on his shoulders, nervous but passive, soft moans escaping her despite herself. The sensation of being filled after Ron’s load made everything slicker and more intense.

“You’re so beautiful, Chloe,” Gerald panted, picking up speed. “Thank you for this.”

She bit her lip, veil tangled, updo loosening further. Confusion swirled in her mind—this kind act had gone so far beyond what she intended. Yet her body responded, her pussy clenching around him as he drove deeper.

Gerald groaned loudly, burying himself to the hilt. He finished inside her too, adding his cum to Ron’s. Chloe felt the second load pulse into her, warm and claiming. She lay there panting, legs spread, wedding dress disheveled, as Gerald slowly pulled out. Cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy onto the old couch.

The two older men stood over her, catching their breath, admiring the stunning, cum-filled bride they had just shared. Chloe lay back, nervous and silent, diamonds still sparkling, unsure what to say or do next in the quiet of the sad little house.