Erotic Dilemmas: 1> Bridal gown
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: Having fallen in love with one of the many bridal gowns she had tried on, Stacey was shocked at the price. However, she was doubly shocked when the confident assistant explained his special discount offer to a soon to be married woman.

My mum was going to come with me to get my bridal dress, however, my dad got ill and so I ended up going alone. All in all that was a good thing - considering...!

My parents, as is customary, gave me money to buy the dress I wanted. I had tried on several in the bridal shop, one that was attended by a young good looking guy wearing a slate-grey two-piece suit, white shirt and a grey tie. He was quite polite and let me take my time, especially when I came back to the second one, which I just had to try on again. It looked perfect on me. Martin, my fiancé, would certainly be proud on seeing me walk down the aisle of our local church, little knowing, in hindsight, how I was able to afford it.

"How much is this one?" I enquired.

"It fits perfectly, doesn't it," he said, smiling. All the same, he didn't yet answer my question as I turned one way and then the other in front of a long mirror.

"Yes, yes, it does, but how much?" I iterated.

"Don't worry about the price, someone as sexy as you can afford a gown such as that," he rejoined.

This time, his smile had a lurid air to it. There was also his use of the word sexy. Well, I was certainly planning on having sex with my husband on our wedding night, not that I was a virgin. Many men have wanted my ass, however, I decided I would give it to Martin, that was until...

"I've only got £400," I told him.

"Ordinarily," he began, turning on the charm, "a gown like that would cost £600..."

"What!" I exclaimed, unable to believe the shortfall while missing out on his single word indication.

"I haven't got that much and I so love this dress," I said, my voice disheartened.

"Not to worry, young lady. I'm the owner's son. I can give a special discount to sexy brides such as yourself," he intoned, almost smarmily.

"That's a big fucking, sorry, excuse my language, but, that's big; by any means," I said, and apologised for my profanity.

"I know, and you're right about fucking," he said. In fact, that's all he needed to say.

There I was, a little over a week away from getting married, the perfect bridal gown and all I had to seemingly do was spread my legs for one more guy; he was cute, though, if, all the same, cheeky with it. ‘Fuck it, what's one more fuck for a slut such as me,' I mused. Martin wouldn't know, and I wasn't yet married.

"What do you mean, what are you suggesting?" I said, hands on hips as I looked at him, questioningly.

"You're not married, yet!" he pointed out, being quite coy with his suggestion and, he was right.

"That doesn't answer the question," I intoned. "What do I have to do to get the special discount?" I matter of fact spelt it out.

"Come now, a bright, sexy and intelligent girl like you, surely you don't need me to explain that," he scoffed.

"You want me to suck your dick, right, let you fuck me, cum in my mouth and swallow your hot sticky spunk," I intoned, being as suggestive as I could with my words.

"Keep the dress on," he croaked.

"Don't soil it, though," I warned him, agreeably.

"What's your name, I'm Stacey," I said.

"What's that to a slut like you...Robert," he was quick to reply, and he was right. There I was a soon to be married woman about to have sex with someone who was a complete stranger. What made it worse, I was doing it for a £200 discount. All the same, I managed to dispel any thoughts of being a whore.

The shop door was permanently locked. You had to press a buzzer to get in, which was some consolation. Having turned the sign around so that it read closed for lunch, Robert returned to where I was waiting and then had me follow him to a part of the shop that couldn't be seen from outside.

"Right, Stacey, you know what to do, so...!" he intoned, confidently.

Still wearing my chosen bridal gown, and trusting him to make good on our deal, I slowly squatted down in front of Robert. In only a short while, I had his trouser belt, button and zip undone and his trousers and pants around his ankles. His cock was long, thick and hard as it bobbed in front of me. Bigger than Martin's, and that was saying something. Just then, a frisson ran through my body and cascaded in my head.

"I see you like that," he gloated.

"Pretty impressive," Robert regaled, his hand soon going to the back of my head.

"Let me taste you, first," I said, wanting to and sliding my tongue around the mushroom shaped head, which elicited a groan from Robert, one that continued when I mouthed the puffy glans and then, having drawn his length up and against his abdomen, teased his balls, which I then sucked for some brief moments. I subsequently followed that up by sliding my tongue tip up and down the underside of the studs cock, teasing the sensitive area just below the rim of his helmet.

"Keep...keep that up, and you'll make me cum," he said.

Like most real women, I want a long hard fuck from a guy. This was different, though. I wanted him to cum, but that wouldn't be enough, not for the special, £200, discount.

"That's okay, Robert, we had an agreement, you can fuck me afterwards. Cum for me, Robert, just not on the dress," I urged, before covering his cockhead with my mouth and then sliding my warm moist lips back and forth; urged on by his encouraging forward and back hand movement.

"Oh yeah, you lovely slut, take it, take my hot spunk," he cried out, moments before I felt his shaft swell then the turgid head followed by several blasts of his hot creamy cum, which filled my mouth. I barely had time to enjoy the taste before another shower hit me. The third one was the master blaster, though, it flew out and profoundly hit my epiglottis. At that point, Robert was holding me close as his body continued to spasm and buck at me.

"Let's see how wet your thong is. Up and on the table," he directed me.

Robert had barely uttered my name, making me feel somewhat used. He was hardly fit to fuck me, though, which meant...

Having stood up, I reached under my bridal gown and drew down my white thong. It was quite moist, I noticed, as I slid the cool lacy material down my legs. I stepped out of it, however, as I went to reach down and get it, Robert had picked it up.

He held my thong in front of me like a trophy, the stain from my arousal juices clear to see and smell, which he then did. ‘I do so love the smell of a woman's cunt,' he proclaimed. ‘I'll just keep these, add them to my others,' an indication I wasn't the first, nor likely to be the last, soon to be wedded bride to receive his ‘special discount' fuck, which is all it was, I told myself as I got up onto the table for him.

"I like to give the discount in equal amounts, Stacey. The blow job, was £50, as is the next and others," he explained, thereby leaving three, three more acts of debauchery for me to enjoy, so to speak.

The second was more than welcome. Having gotten me to pull up my bridal gown, Robert spread my thighs quite wide. He then flared his nostrils and drew in the heady scent of my cunt. I do so love such words during sex. Robert took me by surprise, though, when he spat on my moist shaved mound only to use his tongue tip to dance the saliva around before flicking my engorged pussy lips.

"Oh, emn, yes," I moaned, my head lolling back and my lids closing as I gave into the pleasure that was building up inside me.

"You want to cum, don't you, you naughty slut," he half-heartedly ridiculed.

"Yes. Please. Make me cum, I want to cum," I moaned.

"What's my name, Stacey?" he urged, his fingers stroking my sheathed clit while his tongue teased the tip and fingers of Robert's other hand, three of them, slid in and around the warm wet folds of my pussy.

"Robert, you're name's Robert," I rejoined, moments before a wave of pleasure rolled over and through me. As it did, I bucked my hips up at him, wanting to close my legs as I climaxed, more out of desperation than shame.

"That's right, and Robert is better than your soon to be husband, isn't he," he tormented me.

I was caught in a dilemma, an erotic one, granted, and yet, a dilemma all the same. I so wanted the dress I was wearing and, as it so happened, I was prepared to do anything to get it, including having sex with the store owner's son. It should have been my fiancé, my husband, who was the first and only man to fuck me while I wore it. So much for that outcome.

"Yes, Robert, you're a stud by comparison," I lauded, moments before he slithered his tongue into my crack and then directed his moist fingers - to my ass. Robert knew how to press my buttons, he teased my opening but before I could say anything...

"And my cock, it's bigger, right!" Robert self-praised.

"Yes, way much bigger, he doesn't compare," I averred, caught up in more pleasure.

Before I could warn Robert off my ass, though, as if that could do any good, he had drawn my head to the side of the table and was encouraging me to get him ready to fuck me.

"Urmngh," I vociferated, as his fingers worked themselves in and back of my virgin asshole and his cock did likewise to my mouth, which soon got him hard.

"Hur, my ass," I gasped a plea, when he released me, his cock once more firm and full, though somewhat menacing as it bobbed above my face.

"Not in my ass, Robert," I did my best to appeal.

"Saving that for your loser of a husband, I take it. I thought I was your stud, Stacey," Robert intoned, grasping his dick and making the shaft and head bulge all the more as he made his way back between my thighs.

"That'll make you short £50. We had a deal, remember. I'm prepared to hold up my end, you've got to come across for yours. That includes taking my long, thick, dick up your lovely, tight, ass," he matter of fact spelt it out - smugly.

"I'll bring the other £50 in tomorrow, promise," I appealed to him.

"Uh-uh. I get your ass, or you don't get the dress. What's it to be, and you look so damn sexy in it?" Robert said, this time with an air of charm to his voice.

I had to admit, I expected him to straight fuck me. I certainly hadn't anticipated the second part of our agreement; likewise, I didn't expect I'd have to give up the fourth - my ass, my tight virgin ass.

"Okay. Be careful, though, you'll be my first," I said.

"I will, when the time comes," Robert said, before adding: "I'd have thought a slut such as you, Stacey, would be taking it up the ass regularly. Not to worry, after you've had a taste of my cock up your ass, you'll be practically begging for it," Robert intoned, nevertheless, quite cock sure of himself.

"Now, though, I want a taste of it," he crooned, and then lowered himself between my splayed thighs, which he pushed back, exposing my crinkled opening to his renewed attention.

"You do! Oh, yes, emn, you do, you so do," I lilted, his fingers spreading my ass cheeks followed by his tongue both teasing and tantalising my puckered opening. Not even my fiancé, Martin, had done that.

Just then, and in light of that thought, I suddenly realised, what if my husband didn't want my ass. Well, Robert clearly did. Then I'd be married. That would be cheating. Oh fuck, not what he was doing, but the new dilemma.

"Oh god, what, what, oh yes," I moaned, Robert's tongue tip just inside my asshole. Now that, that I wasn't expecting, nor was I expecting him to stroke my clit and once again finger fuck me - all four of them, right down to the bridge of his thumb.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me, fuck me, Robert," I found myself saying instead of Martin.

"Make me cum for you, Robert, you lovely stud, then I want you to fuck my horny body like the slut I am, just, please, go easy with my ass," I appealed, moments before I lolled my head back and closed my lids as another orgasm took shape and was soon crashing through my entire body. My lids flickered and I swear I saw sparks reflected on them. Robert was certainly good, I'll give him that, I would also be giving him my virgin ass before long.

"Okay, down from the table. Then, I want you bent over it, feet wide apart, the dress drawn up and your ass cheeks pulled apart," he enjoined, after. Surely he wasn't going straight to my ass. ‘What about the third part, or had I missed that in the blink of something or other.'

"It's okay," Robert said, assuredly, when I gave him a concerned look as I got down.

"I love seeing a compliant slut's ass all open and inviting as I fuck my hard dick into her warm wet cunt," he exclaimed. Robert's words, both dirty and obscene, were like music to my ears, both stimulating and arousing.

"Emn, are you going to fuck my horny slutty cunt hard and deep for me, stud," I rejoined, moving my feet, still in the black strappy shoes I was wearing, wide apart. "How's that," I said, part way looking back at him.

"Uh-uh, stay facing forward, I only want to see your ass when I fuck you," Robert told me, gesturing me, all the same, to get mine spread for his regard.

I'd earlier held the front of my bridal gown up with a hand. Although it was stiff, I nonetheless managed and soon had my ass spread wide for Robert.

"Very good, so sexy, so, accommodating. I almost feel like taking your tight virgin ass first," he let himself chuckle.

"I'm a man of my word, Stacey, and so are you," Robert averred, moments before I felt the warmth of his cock, his long bulging erection, brush my upper thighs and then draw up past my awaiting wet pussy; my cunt.

He settled his erection on my curple, the then exposed chasm between my buttocks. My nipples, which were hard, even though they'd been neglected throughout, suddenly pushed against the constraint of my bra. Robert' teasing, as he slowly rocked his cock back and forth was getting to me.

"You want this hard cock deep inside your cunt!"

"Yes, please, deep inside my cunt, fucking me with its hard thick length," I rejoined, my thighs trembling, slightly.

"Then...!"

"My ass, I want your long thick dick up my tight ass," I said, moments before he lowered himself and teased the head against my opening. Robert then took it away and subsequently dragged it down to my cunt!

Having positioned the head past my ring, the stud grasped my hips and forcefully swung himself forward.

"Fuck!" I gasped, before releasing a low languid moan as he withdrew himself, only to, this time, spear his thick length hard and deep into me.

"Fuck, yes," I cried out, his balls, full of a second load of creamy hot sticky spunk, slapping up and hitting my clit.

"Wh, why have you stopped? Keep fucking me, please," I urged him.

"You'll have to do better than that," Robert intoned, teasing my wet opening with the crown as he grasped just one of my hips.

"Fuck me, Robert, fuck your lovely hard cock in me, make me cum for you. Then, then I want you to fuck my tight virgin asshole," I said. "Stick your firm thick length up it," I decidedly added.

"You really are quite a slut, Stacey. And yes, I'm going to enjoy being the first one up your ass, your lovely! Tight! Ass!" Robert voiced, each final word accompanied by a short sharp forceful forward thrust, one that had me gasping in response.

With a firm grip back on my hips and my thighs trembling, Robert's forcefulness, as he reamed my sodden pussy, was enough to cause my escaping juices to trail down my humid thighs.

"Fuck me, huh! Fuck me, huh!" I continued to gasp throughout his unrelenting onslaught, Robert managing to make me cum twice before slowing down.

Because of Robert's girth, not just the length of his cock, which was a monster, by comparison, I was certainly in need of some form of lube when it went up my ass. Thankfully, my climatic juices would suffice. All the same, though, Robert both spat and dribbled some saliva on my exposed anus, which I subsequently drew open even further; my nails digging into my warm flesh.

"That's it, there you go, Stacey. You're quite looking forward to getting my cock up your ass - aren't you," Robert intoned, his voice insistent.

"Yes, I want your big hard dick up my ass," I appealed.

"And...!" he teased, encouragingly.

"I'm ready, I'm ready to have your big thick cock up my ass," I told him, wanting to turn around and see, but...!

"There, that's a good, compliant little slut," the stud behind me intoned, his voice somewhat soothing.

‘What had I agreed to?' my mind raced, when I felt the bulging head push into my open anus.

"Huh," I gasped. After that, it was like I couldn't breathe as more of Robert's enormity was urged forward, stretching me all the time.

Thankfully, though, he withdrew it, only slightly, mind, and then went at me again as I got more of him wedged up my ass. The first bit was okay, like he was easing a path and then taking it back. Bit by almost pleasurable bit, more of the stud's wholesome cock slid up my tight opening. When I thought he was all in, Robert surprised me by filling me even more. I must admit, it did make me wince a little, but as pleasure and pain intermingled into one, I found myself going with it.

"You like that, like having a hard cock in your tight ass, Stacey?" he yet again urged me to be filthy; obscene, almost.

"Yes, I like it, I like your long hard cock up my ass. Fuck my ass, huh, huh, huh. Fuck my ass," I rejoined, as my once virginal asshole took a deep drilling. Nowhere near as forceful as my mouth and cunt had, thankfully.

"I'm the best fuck you've had, aren't I! Say it!" Robert was quite the egotist; I'll give him that. He was also right.

"Yes, you're the best fuck I've had. No one else compares, Robert. Fuck me, fuck me hard, hard and deep, make me cum," I urged, as a blistering orgasm gathered like a storm, encouraged by Robert stroking my clit and, Finally, rolling my left nipple while I rocked back to meet his forward thrusts. He was good, damn good and we both knew it.

"Hur, hurmn," I vociferated, managing to stifle my moans of bliss and pleasure as my climax shook, rocked and pulsed through me, searing a trail up my spine and then resonating in my head where it finally exploded.

I just about had time to enjoy the euphoria, only for stud, Robert, to take his dick from my well-reamed and drilled asshole, turn me around, and, leant forward at a right angle, be pulled onto his hot throbbing cock which exploded rope after rope of his warm creamy spunk into my mouth and throat. Robert kept me there, encouraging me to lick and suck his cock of the dregs and taste my ass for the first time...

On my wedding night, Martin, my husband, gave me a good hard fucking, he didn't, though, go near my ass; least not with his dick anyway. After my pre-marital episode with Robert, I missed having my ass fucked. All the same, though...!

Epilogue.

I had to pass the bridal shop to get to the local supermarket. I didn't, I couldn't go in. On one occasion that I passed by, I stopped when I caught sight of Robert turning the sign around. Out of curiosity, I waited and then peered through the glass door. There, waiting for him, and wearing a bridal gown, was Jenny Fellows, a woman who, when I was in my teens, I had gone to high school with. Moments later, Robert had whisked her off and to where he had me, I didn't doubt.

Some weeks later I ran into Jenny and invited her for an afternoon coffee. "So, how was, Robert?" I enquired.

"Who's..." she began to make her excuse, blushing at my question, only to notice me flash and twiddle my ring.

"You, too, then," she swooned, emitting a relieved sigh.

"U-huh," I intoned, before taking another sip.

"His dick, it's quite big, bigger than - what am I telling you for, you already know," Jenny crooned.

"Sounds like you're longing for more," I pointed out, before enquiring as to her personal discount.

"£200 off," she rejoined. I didn't give it much thought at first, only to eventually remember there was no price ticket on my gown. All of a sudden, I had a yearning to see if my suspicion was right.

A few days later, I rang the bridal shop's doorbell. Robert emitted a warm, welcome smile when he recognised me out of all the women he had since serviced.

"So," I began, as he closed the door, "you never did tell me how much the dress was - in fact, Robert, you lead me to believe it was £200 more," I said, as I looked for a price tag on those nearest to us.

"Were you not happy with the service. I can give you a refund - of sorts," he intoned.

"You'll do more than that, Robert," I insisted. "I want to try on some more dresses - if you know what I mean," I intimated, and with that, I went to the door and confidently flipped the sign around.

Over the next month, I tried on several dresses and got a good hard refund with each one. I didn't so much as give myself to Robert, I was, after all, a married woman. Instead, I let him take me, time and again, on and over his table in a different wedding dress.