Rachel Anderson, A Stolen Bride

Less than half an hour ago, Rachel had walked down the aisle, surrounded by friends and family, exchanged vows and touched lips with the man of her dreams. Howard was everything that she had hoped for a partner. A man who was committed and driven, but at the same time, soft and caring. The past week of their stay at this strange but exciting island city had been unlike any other overseas adventure they ever had. The dinners. The parties. The dancing. Every experience, from the marble floored indoors to the moonlit outdoors, was a ludicrously fancy one, right up until the moment they happily stood before the altar. He had given her his everything, and she had given her everything in return. At that very moment, her life seemed complete.

Then, a familiar urge returned.

As she wandered across the tables to speak to the guests and hug her loving family, she recognized one of the waiters watching her from the side of the hall. The portly dark skinned man gave her a toothy grin, seemingly out of professional courtesy with his gloved hands wrapped around his back. A tinge ached in her gut and her throat instinctually gulped. Excusing herself hurriedly, she made her way out of the hall, following in the footsteps of the waiter as he too left the scene. She silently rode up the same elevator as he did, letting the man lead her into her empty hotel room. As soon as they were alone and the door closed, like clockwork, she starting stripping out of her wedding gown, letting the white dress drop uselessly onto the floor. By then, she could not contain the burning sensation any longer. She dropped to a sit on the carpeted floor before the grinning local man, reached for the zipper of his pants and fished out his rock hard cock. The moment it was out, her hands went to work, stroking it strongly to strain the precum onto her waiting tongue. The moment the juice touched her tastebuds, her eyes glazed and her face launched straight down his shaft with lips pursed into a tight suckling seal. She hungrily pumped the rod in her mouth, enthusiastically slurping, mumbling and rumbling her throat, lost in a different kind of bliss. The more she tasted, the harder she went, until her head was bobbing from shaft to tip, desperately wanting the object of her craving. When it finally came in as a huge fountain of explosive heat in her mouth, the tingling in her extremely wet cunny amplified. In deep muffled groans, she downs it all as it kept spewing, the sheer thick volume bursting out from the corners of her lips, until the pulsing head in her mouth finally settled down.

She slid herself in and out several more times, before slipping it out with a hot gentle gasp. With a hand still wrapped around the base, now for the seventh time this week, she savored the salty taste of whatever was left, cleaning it thoroughly with her tongue. For seven nights since their arrival at the hotel, she had been secretly draining this man's sperm into her mouth and down her cum hungry throat, without a second thought or feeling for her actions. Ever since he first appeared, she could not resist him. Her mouth and pussy waterfalled every time she saw him, and even more whenever his cock was within sight whenever he pulled her away from Howard and her family. It was during these moments when she lost herself to something unknowable and deranged, a hungry and **** urge to get at his delicious spunk. No other thoughts came to mind at the time. She could feel no remorse or despair, but more the euphoria of slutty ecstasy, as if her real self was being pushed back by some strange power, replacing it with something else much less pure.