1. A Wedding Befitting A Slut


    Date: 9/22/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 30, Source: LushStories

    I had been called all kinds of names in my life, but “slut” was probably the most common - not that I really minded that one, because I knew that it came close enough to the truth. But I had really tried to be my best, chastest self for Andrew in the year we had been together, and besides the one or other time when I was boozed out of my mind, I thought that I had managed it rather well. When Martha, his mother, used that self-same term to describe me, the hurt didn’t come from the word itself, but from the deeply offended look on her face that left no doubt that I’d probably not get to see the interior of their house very often, and I felt bad to drive a wedge between Andrew and his family. “Ignore her,” he told me though once we were safely off enemy territory and back in his car. “She’s always been a stickler for outdated morale values. She’ll either wrap her head around it or hole up in her house and ignore us.” “But she’s your mother…” “And you’re my fiancee, Becky.” His voice was dry, and I knew that this would be the last of it. I still couldn’t believe that I had landed Andrew - clever, good-looking and wealthy Andrew Perkins who lead the legal department. Given his position, it was a wonder in itself that he even noticed a lowly sales office worker, and with office gossip as it was, he surely had heard enough about my reputation. It wasn’t really a secret. Not when you’re caught with your pants down and your married co-worker’s cock up your ass at your company’s ...
    Christmas party and have half of the office staff watch him pound you on the hood of his car. And everyone knew that the only reason I still had my job was that I had spread my legs for Jennings, our department head, the day after. His secretary had made sure of that. “I love you, Andrew!” He grinned at me with that cute, slight smirk that always made me melt inside. “So it’s just going to be us and a few friends, I guess.” “I’m sorry. I hoped that your family…” He didn’t let me finish. “The only person who’s important to be at our wedding with me is you.” * * * * I had never in my life been so nervous. Tonight, I was going to be married and become Mrs. Becky Perkins. I had already moved into Andrews house, but it hadn’t really felt like home. I knew it would after tonight. I nestled with the shoulder part of my wedding dress, which bunched up slightly, and managed to get it to lie flat, while I recited the vow in my mind. “You’re going to do great. Here, let me do your eyes.” Joanna was my office head and the only person from my circle of friends to be invited. If I was honest, I didn’t really have friends. I had former fuck-buddies and loose acquaintances from work. Joanna was the closest to a friend I had, and that meant that we went out for a drink once a month - which sometimes grew into quite a number of drinks - and that I had confessed some of the kinkier things I’d done in my life, and unfortunately also a bit about the wicked sexual cravings that were a constant ...
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