A bad man

The wedding was a quick shotgun ceremony. The only ones in attendance were your parents, the groom, yourself, and a priest. The first time you saw your husband was when he lifted your veil after you said “I do.”

He was a tall, strong looking man. Short black hair, a stubble beard, and strong jawline. He was definitely attractive.

There was no after party. Once the ceremony was concluded, he carried you to his car and you were driven away to your new life as your waved goodby.

Three hours later you arrived at his home. A country house deep in the woods. As he carried you across the threshold, you couldn’t help but notice how much of a bat Batchelor pad it was. The house reeked of beer, there were mysterious stains on the walls and ceiling, dirty clothes and empty beer cans littered the floor. You couldn’t help but grow worried over who exactly you had just married.

As you entered the bedroom, he tossed you down onto the bed. Before you had time to prepare yourself, he leapt onto you. He pinned you down by the arms and began to furiously make out with you. He was a sloppy and selfish lover, luckily it was his domineering attitude and complete disregard for your pleasure that turned you on. You acted as submissively as your mother had instructed, and soon he had stripped completely naked. You felt him tear off your panties, and seconds latter, you felt your husband’s sick ram inside of you. You couldn’t help but admire his above average size. He began calling you degrading names as he thrusted in and out of you. He said thongs like, “take my cock you stupid bitch!”, “Already wet? Looks like I bagged a massive whore!”, “You’re mine till the day you die.” And countless other things. You held back tears as you preformed your womanly duties. You had only just met this man, and yet it was all to clear he had no capacity to love you. He only saw you a cumhole and maid. Someone to duck and clean for him. At the very least, you took some solace in how great a fuck he was. For 15 more minutes he carelessly thrusted into you, before you finally felt that familiar sensation of warmth spreading inside of you. He held himself inside you for a couple more seconds, before falling asleep on top of you. Their you lay, unsatisfied, full of cum, trapped in a loveless marriage with a sexist slob and a baby on the way. Filled with self hatred and sadness, you fell into an uneasy sleep, trapped under your new husband, with his cock stuck firmly inside you.