She pretends to be your bride

"Honey, wake up."

You look at Claire. She's dressed in a wedding dress, complete with veil. It's a bit big on her. She's also wearing a diamond ring. Her lips are pink, matching with her hair.

You look at your hand. You're wearing a matching ring. It seems real.

"What's going on?"

"It's our wedding night, sweety-kins. How hard did you hit your head?" She says, smiling cutely.

You look outside, it's clearly midday. Claire's house is kind of messy. You hesitate, feeling odd. Is this really happening?

"Come on, don't you want to deflower your bride?"

"Where'd you even-"

You stop yourself from asking questions. Ultimately, this is a gift, and not one you want to refuse.

"Of course."

"Then carry me to the honeymoon suite!"

You get up. You're honestly thirsty and a bit tired. Something's definitely wrong with your back from sleeping on the couch. You wobble towards her, picking her up. You notice that she's wearing earrings, as well as matching white heels and stockings. Even long white gloves. Luckily, she's not very heavy, even with all the frilly fabric.

"My husband, so strong" she says.

You struggle as you carry her up the stairs, but you look at her and you can't disappoint. After all, if you do well, maybe she will marry you.

Finally, you see a room with "BRIDAL SWEET" written on a piece of paper and duct taped to the door. There's nothing special about the room, except for several cameras.

You kick the door open, and throw her on the bed.

"Alright, what's going on here?" you say.

"What do you mean, sweety-penis? It's our wedding night. I thought it would be nice to record it."

Her acting's so genuine.

"That way you have a memory of our love, you can always remember. Memorably."

You take off your jacket, throwing it to the ground. Your tie and shirt are next.

"It's too bad I couldn't afford a tux" you say.

"Oh well. I like you better without it."

You throw your pants to the floor.

"Where's the condoms?"

"Oh sweetie, we're married. I thought you'd want to make a baby with me."

Is this bitch crazy? Now you feel a bit of panic, along with a thrill. Impregnating her. Having Claire as your wife. You practically leap on her, kissing her as she giggles. Your cock is rock hard. You reach under her dress, pulling her panties off. You touch her pussy. Wet.

You grab her by the hips, lifting them up so you can line up your cock with her pussy. She looks at you, and speaks in her normal Claire voice, laughing.

"Holy shit Johnny"

You thrust inside of her, still wearing her wedding dress. It feels so good on your bare cock.

"I mean, oooohhh I'm such a virgin" she says, each word interrupted by your rapid thrusts. You grab her hips like she's a toy, and you keep fucking and fucking her until you cum inside. You push your cock to the hilt. You look into her eyes, which have gone from joking to lustful.

"I-" you say, realizing what you've done.

"You've taken my virginity husband." She pats your arm with her gloved hand. She sits up and looks you in the eye.

"So how was that? I thought it would be nice for you to have this, since you love me so much." she says.

You look at her.

"I don't know how I feel" you say.

"Well, you love me. Did you want to marry me? Have kids with me?"

"I don't know, maybe." you say, looking away from her.

"Yeah." you say, looking into her eyes.

She touches you with her gloved hand, rubbing your back.

"I'm not ready for that. I don't even know if I want that. Like I'm young, you're young. We should be having fun." she says.

"This is fun" you say.

"Thanks" she says, smiling. You look at her, slowly moving your face closer to hers. To your surprise, she kisses you, and hard.

"I kinda do like the thought of you knocking me up" she says.

You feel your cock growing hard again.

"Then turn around" you say.

"Yes, my husband" she says. Getting on her knees. You flip up the back of her dress, and admire your handiwork. Her cum filled pussy, leaking. You get closer, lining yourself up.

"I didn't take birth control this morning" she says. You don't know, or care if it's a lie. If this is just a fantasy. To you, it's real. Her pussy is wet, and so are her moans. You fuck her, tirelessly. Cumming into her again and again. You only stop to drink water. take a bluechew or eat takeout. She answers the door each time in her ripped wedding dress or lingerie.

At the end of the day, you fall asleep together, naked, sweaty and melded. Your cock sore from the fucking. Her pussy just as sore, cum plugged inside of her by panties.

You're not sure what the future has, but at least you had this.