Ellen looked radiant in her wedding gown, stunning from head to toe. As he whisked her away from the table into the hallway, she protested...

"I can't Pete. I CAN'T! It's my wedding day for christs sake!"

"God, oh god I want to fuck you!"

"Face it Pete, It's not going to happen, I'm married now..."

"I want to rip that dress off you. All I can see is your naked body in my mind..."

"Shh! Quiet...somebody will hear you!

"Fine" he said, and grabbed her arm leading her into one of the empty offices of the reception centre. He leant her against the desk. "I want you Ellen, and I know you want me too...after all, why would you have sent me all those sexy e-mails at work if you didn't want me? You know you wanted it!"

"Maybe once upon a time Pete! But that was then, this is now..."

"Say it Ellen, you wanted my cock!"

"Pete..."

He leaned closer and cupped a hand to her right breast. She flinched, but didn't move. "Say it!"

Ellen hesitated, eyes cast downwards and softly proclaimed,"Yes, I wanted your cock."

Pete pressed against her, squashing her ass into the desk, and ran his fingers over the smooth curves of her dress. "Then fuck me now, let me touch you...taste you...fill you..."

"NO!! It can't happen...I don't want it to happen..."

"Why did you send me the invitation then?" he asked.

Ellen turned her head away, biting her lip as her cheeks flushed red.

He began to stroke her hair with his right hand, and caress her breast with the left. Pressing his thigh between hers, she allowed them to part slightly to accommodate it.

"You want me don't you?" he said. "It's ok...it's ok..." he whispered in her ear.

Ellen turned her face back towards him. Tears were streaming down her face as she nodded.

"Fuck me Ellen."

She nodded again.

Pete sat her up on the edge of the desk, then dropped to his knees. His hands found their way under her wedding dress, and worked it up her legs. Ellen tilted her head back, tears still streaming down her face. He lifted the dress over his head, and began kissing her thigh just above her knee. He slid his tongue up to the garter and clenched it in his teeth, pulling it downwards. Soon it was just hanging around her ankle. He then began to kiss the soft flesh of her upper thighs. Ellen was moaning softly, wiping away the tears, and then placed her hands on Pete's shoulders. He pulled out from under the dress, stood and placed his hand on her panty covered mound. He began to lightly rub her moistening cunt.

With his other hand, he began to lift the dress up around Ellen's waist. Her panties were clearly visible now, as was his hand pressing hard against her pussy. The panties were simple, a peice of white shimmering silk connected by thin silky strands that tied at the hips.

"Ohhhh." she moaned as his fingers found her clit through the silk. "UNGHH!" he pressed harder. He then reached behind her, searching for the zipper on her back. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts into him. Her mouth sought his, but he was looking over her shoulder at what he was doing, so Ellen nibbled his ear instead. Finding what he was looking for, he pulled it down. Ellen sat back, and wriggled her arms from the sleeves. The fabric fell down, the dress now just a crumpled mass around her waist. Her tits were heaving inside the lacey bra and as he unclasped it, her breasts jiggled freely.

There she was, the newly married bride, sitting on the desk with her legs spread, and panties clearly visible below her bared breasts.

Pete took what he could of her breasts into his hands, and watched them change shape as he kneaded them. He caressed, and sucked them as her eyes still wept, but now Ellen's cries were mixed with moans. Pete pinched and nibbled her erect nipples as he lightly humped against her leg.

"Do it..." she breathed.

"You want me to fuck you?" he said.

"Yes, just do it!"

Pete stepped back, and dropped his pants. He was wearing no underwear, as he had planned this all along.

"Oh god" she gasped as she saw his erection.

Pete pressed his cock against the crease of her pantied cunt.

"Do it!" she cried again. Her tears were stronger now.

Pete smiled and said, "No. Undo your panties."

"What? I can't.... Just do it!" she wailed. Somehow Ellen felt if HE fucked HER, it wouldn't be as bad..."

"Undo your panties..." he said sternly.

Ellen hesitated, and again bit her lip. Pete pressed his cock harder against her. She started bawling, guilt wracking her horny body as she reached down and untied the straps. She lifted the silk from her cunt, and let it fall to the floor next to the garter. Pete pressed the head of his cock against her bare opening.

"Do it!" she cried.

Shaking his head, Pete took her hand and placed it on his hardness. "You do it."

"Oh god no!" she hissed, closing her eyes with the tears still streaming down.

Pete grinned. She couldn't fight it anymore. He had her right where he wanted her.

She moved her hand to the base of his cock and tugged it down whilst moving her hips upwards, sliding it across her dripping wet slit. "OHHHH!!" they groaned together as it glided inside her silken cunt.

Pete wasted no time and took over, pounding away at her cunt ferociously. They were moaning loudly together as Pete, still dressed in his tux (minus the pants) rammed his cock into her wedding-clothed body. Her full breasts bounced with each thrust. He held her waist, and drove his penis into her with great force and speed.

Just then they could hear them paging her.

"Oh no! Oh no! Stop! Pete stop!"

"No way!" he continued to pound into her. "I'm fucking you. I'M FUCKING YOU!" His penis continued to slide in and out of her, glistening with her juices."

Ellen moaned again, unable to bring herself to stop either.

She knew she should have been worried about if they came looking for her, but all she could think about was his cock inside her cunt, filling and satisfying her. Somewhere deep down Ellen knew she was going to fuck Pete... she always had... The fact she was now married didn't matter...

As Pete's body flinched and shot his load deep within her, she knew she finally had. She pulled him close and kissed him deeply... passionately.

They heard them calling her again as his softening cock fell from her pussy. He said, "they're still paging you!"

"Oh shit!" she said as she started to get the dress back on. "Zip me up!"

He zipped her up and she hurried out of the room. He looked down, and noticed the garter and panties still lying there on the floor. He picked them up and popped them into his pocket.

As he walked out, Pete saw the crowd gathered around Ellen and her husband for the garter throwing ceremony. He was chukling to himself, imagining the surprise when her husband finds NO garter...NO panties...and THICK WHITE CUM dripping from her beautiful pussy...