Honoring the Maid of Dishonor

You arrived at her door exactly 10 minutes after she'd walked away from you. You had her room key, so you assumed she didn't want you to knock. When you opened the door you saw Tara immediately. As she had predicted you suddenly couldn't remember your wife's name. You couldn't remember your own name. You couldn't remember anything. All you could see was her. All you could feel was the overwhelming urge to be with her.

The tight black leotard and the knee high black leather boots managed to make her look even sexier before your eyes. The leotard hugged her body in all the right places, accentuating her curves. You felt yourself cum in your pants just at the sight of her. Her deep brown eyes staring into your very soul seemed to drag you into the room. You barely managed to remember to close the door before you were stripping off your clothes. You were drawn to her like a moth to a flame. You had to have her. You had to be inside her. You didn't care if she was some kind of succubus sent to seduce you. You wouldn't have cared if she was going to drain the life out of you. You just wanted her. Now.

"Eager.", she noted seductively. "But only as eager as you were meant to be. Well done, my little pet. You will be rewarded." She rose up to her full height, noticeably taller than you especially with the height of her heels. She strode up to you with confident, powerful steps. You could feel her heat before she even touched you. She gave you a passionate kiss that set fire to your entire body. She then tossed you onto the bed with surprising ease. You felt the silky sheets against your skin as you sunk into the mattress. She loomed over you, a predatory smile on her face. You felt like you were in for the night of your life.

Tara's eyes flashed with a smug, victorious light. "Now I'm going to make you forget that Sarah even exists.", she smirked. You didn't know who this Sarah was. Was that your wife's name? You weren't sure. You didn't actually care. Whoever Sarah was, she wasn't Tara. Tara was the only one who mattered. The only one who was real. The only one who existed.

She ripped the leotard from her body, giving you an unfettered view of her large, firm breasts. Her tight toned stomach and her glistening, wet pussy were also on display before you but your eyes refused to leave those incredible breasts. So firm and unyielding even without any support whatsoever. You ached to worship them and she could see it. She could see the desire in your eyes, the way they lingered on her body. She knew what you were thinking and she wanted it too.

She climbed on the bed, straddling you, and lowered her wet, hot pussy onto your incredible, eager cock. The feeling of it from the moment it touched you was intensely pleasurable. "I'm going to ride you until you can barely walk. There will be no way you can possibly get it up for your little bride." You could feel her vaginal walls squeeze against you and begin milking you. She then began to ride you, her thrusts becoming increasingly aggressive. Her breasts bounced seductively with every push. You could feel her every movement, every muscle contracting around you. She rode you hard, her pussy wet and tight. She was wild, and you loved it.

The hunger in your eyes was palpable as you stared at her breasts and she smiled seductively. She knew she could tease you with even more fantasies even as she fucked you senseless. She leaned forward, putting her arms on your shoulders and pinning them to the bed. She lowered herself over you so that her breasts were just beyond the reach of your tongue. You raised your head as best you could but she would pull them just out of reach. "You cannot taste them until I see it in your eyes that they have become your whole world. You will be allowed to worship them when I know that you are completely mine." Your eyes darkened with desire and she knew she had you completely under her spell. She smiled as she leaned forward to offer her breasts to you, knowing that you would not be able to resist.

You became completely lost in Tara and her incredible sexual power. Your mind seemed to melt in the ecstasy you were feeling. You did completely forget about your new wife. Somehow, though, your brain held onto the image of the many seductive women who had spent the last two days intoxicating you. Even as Tara rode you into submission you still held fantasies for every single one of them. There was a magic coursing through your body that ensured you would also be willing and ready for them even after Tara fucked you completely dry.

You did not know how much later it was when Tara was standing before you in her long, red dress again. She had apparently helped you get back into your tuxedo and sent you back to the reception. Tara followed shortly after, her long dress sweeping behind her as she walked. You felt like the people here were gathered for something that should be important to you. You scanned the room for some time before remembering that it was your wedding. Your eyes hunted for the woman in the wedding dress. When you saw her you thought her name might be Sarah.