Chapter Seven – The Marriage Ceremony
Dr Jensen had done what he’d promised. Despite the hedonistic night, I found myself awake and refreshed the following morning. One final session with him and the dildo and he pronounced me ready to be married. I thanked him profusely, for everything. Dr Jensen had made me and Taylor’s dreams come true.
“Can I thank you?” I asked, standing naked as always in his office. “Again?”
“Of course you can,” Dr Jensen smiled, and he turned his chair around to give me room. I walked around behind his desk, kneeling on the floor, and unzipping his trousers as I did. His cock was as I remembered it from last night. A good size, without being the jaw breaking size of Hassam or Khalid. I took it in my mouth in one go, as he was already hard.
Dr Jensen gave a happy sigh. “I love my job,” he said as he rested his hand on my head, keeping me on his dick. As if I was going to run away! “I might love women, but gay men give the greatest head. And there hasn’t been a patient I’ve had who hasn’t rewarded me.”
I kept on blowing Dr Jensen. It really was a very nice cock and for all the great work I’d done he deserved it.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned. “You are really good, fucking good. I see why.... ohhh... why that young man wants to marry you. And you don’t have to worry. I taught him lots about eating out pussy. He’s gunna make you cum more times than you can imagine.”
I swear I could feel an orgasm building just on hearing him say that. Luckily for me I felt Dr Jensen’s load flow into my mouth.
“Phew!” Dr Jensen smiled as I slowly withdrew my lips around his cock. “That was amazing.”
I left Dr Jensen’s rooms and once back in my own, I called Taylor to let him know the good news and that I was free to go. Taylor reacted with delight and informed me that I was due at the hotel for the wedding at 12pm and not to worry, he added unnecessarily, that everything was under control. I was delighted and hurried to pack my things. As I was just about to finish, Hassam and Khalid turned up at my room. Their huge smiles and open arms demanded hugs all around. “My princess, “ Hassam whispered. “I wish you all the happiness.”
“You will give your husband so much pleasure and he will love fucking you,” Khalid offered, before his beautiful lips kissed me.
I could feel their huge cocks stretching their hospital smocks and resting against my leg. If I didn’t want Taylor so badly, I would have taken off my trousers and let them slide into me again. But my wedding called. Mo was waiting with the limousine to take me back to the hotel, and he gave me a huge hug and a sweet kiss on my lips before we left.
When I arrived at the hotel, I’d barely got out of the car and a member of the staff was whisking me up to the presidential suite. Even though I was getting used to wealth, this was palatial. I had expected Taylor to be there, but I was greeted with just a note informing me that he’d meet me at the ceremony. I imagined he was still enjoying the whole marriage thing and wanted us to see each other at the ceremony, so I didn’t mind. There was a beautiful suit laid out for me, and I had barely enough time to scrub up and put on the suit when there was a knock on the door.
Another member of the hotel staff escorted me up to the roof terrace for the ceremony, but as the lift doors opened, I could hear a hubbub of conversation. I had been led to believe that it was to be a simple wedding, with just the two of us. But Taylor had not wasted his time or his money. He had flown in over 200 guests, friends, families, business associates. It was perfect. Of course everyone was convinced I had organised it, teasing me to stop pretending, as I looked shocked at the massed guests. Only Geoff Halford, huge as always with his Arab Prince boyfriend hand in hand, gave me a wink, and seemed to understand.
“I do,” I replied.
“I do,” Taylor spoke.
I leant down and he leant up and we kissed. The crowd roared with applause, the peacocks strutted, the fireworks exploded... I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, Taylor just kept surprising me. “I love you,” I whispered.
“And I love you too!” Taylor replied, a big grin crossing his face. “And trust me, it’s only just beginning.”
And Taylor was right. Champagne fountains appeared out of nowhere, muscular performers from Cirque de Soleil began to do their thing and delicious food appeared.
It was late in the evening when Geoff finally had the chance to sidle up to me, when us big boys were onto the whiskey, and he allowed himself a big grin.
“Mate I’ve been waiting all day to ask you. Did you have it done? Did you have the snip? I promise not a word, but I have to know.”
“Oh yeah,” I grinned. “It’s all gone. Now I have a pussy in the front and a cunt at the back.”
“Oh sweet!” He crooned. “What’s it like? Does Taylor love it?”
“I don’t know. That’s reserved for the wedding night,” I smiled. “But I’ve tested it out with enough dildos. I think we’re ready to go.”
Geoff’s eyes grew large. “You mean you boys haven’t done it properly yet? What the fuck are we still all doing here? We should be fucking off and letting you two get on with it.”
“No, no...” I protested. “It’s a wedding...”
But Geoff was not to be stopped. And let’s face it, Geoff Halford was so big that nothing or no one stopped him. “Excuse me people!” He boomed out to our remaining hundred or so guests. “It’s now time for the groom and groom to go do what they do best. So we’re all going to relocate to the hotel bar. Yes, I’m not kidding. Take your drink with you missus. Let’s go, let’s go.”
Suddenly I found myself standing alone as the crowd trooped away dutifully, a few whistling and laughing as they did. I looked across at Taylor who was standing there with a bemused look on his face, delighted he’d got what he wanted but clearly hadn’t worked out how to get it.
“Geoff is a very good friend,” he laughed. “I’m glad I encouraged him to ride your cunt.”
“You did?” I blinked. I had told Taylor about the fun we’d had way back when. But he’d never bothered to tell me...
“Well now we’re married, I can confess a few things,” he smirked as he put his arms around me, and we started to dance.
I was aware of the hotel staff hurriedly cleaning everything up around us and preparing what looked like a huge bed in the centre of the rooftop where the marriage and reception had taken place.
“Are you telling me you got Geoff to help me embrace having the snip?” I asked, curious.
“Well not exactly. He came to me to see what my intentions were,” and he laughed. “So we had a good chat, and he was totally in agreement with me. And so when you mentioned it to him I think he decided he wanted to help.”
“Did you pimp me out to him?” I chuckled.
Taylor smirked a little. “Well I don’t think I had to try too hard. But it was fun to offer your sweet cunt up to a mate. Plus I got a nice video of it which helped.”
“Oh you are filthy,” I laughed. “We’ve not had a chance to catch up. How was the stag do?”
Taylor shrugged. “Just like I said. Some good whiskey. Plenty of hot Brazilian strippers who sucked me off. I did eventually fuck one at the end. His arse was nice but...” and his hand clapped hard onto my juicy butt. “Nowhere near as good as yours. And what about you. Did Dr Jensen give you a good send off?”
“It was good,” I admitted, suddenly not wanting to think about it. “But enough of the past. It’s time we embraced our future.” We stopped dancing for a moment to realise that we were alone. A beautiful bed was arranged in the middle of the floor and there was a click as the last member of staff closed the doors behind them. We were finally alone.
“Come my wife,” Taylor instructed. “It’s time you showed your husband that virgin pussy of yours.” Before I had time to even think, Taylor had shed his clothed and had dived fully naked onto the bed with a big “weee!” He rotated in the air, his semi hard cock slapping his thighs as he did. His grin was infectious.
I started to slowly remove my jacket, but Taylor vigorously shook his head. “Just get naked and into bed baby. We’ve both waited too long for this.”
I couldn’t have agreed more. I tore at my clothes, kicked off my shoes and didn’t even give Taylor time to admire my exquisite lace panties that I had picked out, especially for the occasion. But I did pose briefly, my legs apart, my defined and huge muscles bulging, my shaved pussy on show.
“Oh. My. God,” Taylor breathed out. “I know I’ve seen pics but in the flesh it’s even more beautiful. Please my sexy, beautiful wife. Come here.”
I knelt on the bed and moved towards Taylor, our lips touching first and then our hands exploring each other, as if we had not seen each other for years, rather than just ten days. Even though I was taller, I could feel Taylor’s rock-hard cock starting to graze against my new pussy. I would have thrust onto it but I knew we both wanted this to be special.
“Lay back,” Taylor whispered.
I did as he ordered, my head resting on the pillows and looking up into the beautiful night sky. What could make this day better? And then I felt Taylor’s tongue exploring my pussy, opening the lips and diving into it, probing until it found my clit which had been reshaped from my useless little cock. Now it was a pleasure zone all of its own, and Dr Jensen had clearly taught Taylor what to do.
I started to hum, then moan, and then arch my back before I let out a gasping silent scream. Taylor lifted his head from between my legs and gave me a big grin. I could feel two of his fingers sliding into my cunt, searching for my prostate. It was clear he was going to ensure that the assault on my pleasure zones came from all directions. He knew my prostate well, and a couple of taps and I could feel my cunt start to dribble cum.
Taylor smiled. “Self-lubricating. I like this pussy even more.” Dr Jensen had certainly done a good job in providing me with the best pussy imaginable. “Are you ready?” He whispered.
I nodded and Taylor got up on his knees, lifting my legs to give him a better angle. Taylor slowly entered me, the grin on his face showing he wanted to enjoy the full pleasure of it. “Mmm!” He whispered. “It’s not tight like your cunt, but it’s like so warm and so real.” He continued to slide into me, his cock smashing right over my clit, causing even more cum to leak out. Because I had no control over it, only the pounding of his cock would get me off. Not like his cock hadn’t ruled my life before! Taylor stopped for a second when his cock was finally fully in me. “How does it feel?”
I could barely speak, his cock filled me in a way he’d never done before. I could feel my whole body throbbing around it. “I... I love you inside of me. Does it feel good for you?”
“Oh it does. But my princess you don’t have to worry. I’m not going to forget about your cunt. That will get plenty of action. Dr Jensen told me how well you pussy reacted to your cunt being pounded. And I’ve got some little toys that we can slip in there to expand your pleasure. But not tonight. Right now,” as he slowly withdrew his cock. “It’s all about your sweet pussy. And I intend to give you so much pleasure. I even,” and he winked, “Took some Viagra to make sure that I can give you a long night of fucking. If I don’t get your to orgasm at least four times I’m not doing my job.”
I looked up at Taylor with amazement. “I still can’t believe you want to give me so much. What did I do to deserve this?”
“Are you kidding?” Taylor laughed. “Babe you’re my wet dream. You are the biggest, hottest muscle man I’ve ever seen who takes my cock like a girl every day. Never mind the support you’ve given me. I wouldn’t be where I was without you and who else is coming home to a blow job at dinner?”
And without waiting for my response, he ploughed back into me. I let out a huge moan and the final bit of masculinity I was holding onto slipped away. I was Taylor’s girl now, his pussy princess and I was proud of it. Taylor seemed to gain masculine energy from my moaning, and he started to fuck me with big, long motions. He dragged one of my legs over to the other side, suddenly now his cock was pushing directly onto my clit. I was howling with pleasure, hand-holding my big pecs, and playing with my nipples. And then he got me on my hands and knees and fucked me from behind. He lifted my head up so I could admire us both in the mirror that had been installed above the headrest. Taylor cheekily flexed his skinny biceps.
“Yeah I’m the man,” he declared. And my pumped muscles seemed to respond to it, growing in size and flexing as if proud of the fact.
“Fuck me daddy,” I moaned. “Smash my pussy, make it your own.”
Taylor growled with satisfaction, and I felt an orgasm building. It was to be the first of many that night.
We never did return to our guests that night. We continued to fuck until my orgasms were almost meaningless. Taylor had been saving his loads and so he came at least three times in my pussy, and once each in my mouth and my cunt, just to make sure they didn’t feel left out. We would have brief rests before one of us would rouse the other and we’d start again. Knowing Taylor, he had filmed the whole experience, so we would be able to relive it over and over. As the day dawned, I awoke with Taylor asleep in my arms.
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