Wedding Eve Slut Training

I met the heroine of this diary the day before her big event. After a short chat with her future husband, he straight-up suggested sending her to me for a "preliminary acquaintance." He'd already spilled his filthy fantasies: right after the registry office, he wanted to ship his fresh bride straight to my hotel in her full wedding dress. The thought made both of them insanely horny.

We met at the restaurant and from the very first second a spark fucking exploded. I saw those burning, slutty eyes of forbidden fruit — the kind you can’t mistake for anything else. All the guys who’ve been in this game for a while will instantly get it.

Twenty minutes of light, easy talk, a drop of charm, and I tell her to kiss me. Two-three seconds of hesitation… and she does it, with maximum passion, tongue deep and hungry.

Then I order her to stroke my cock through my pants. Without a single second of doubt, the obedient little whore starts rubbing it like a good girl. I watch the fire ignite in her eyes and I know right then: this bitch is ready to do anything I want.

The girl who’s supposed to become a faithful, loving wife tomorrow is going to be servicing my dick tonight — because she fucking loves this game. She loves the feeling of being a total slut, a dirty whore in her lover’s hands.

Without thinking twice, I whisper that I want to stuff her greedy, cock-hungry mouth onto my dick. I grab her by the hand and drag her straight to the toilet.