Dating : A Bull for a Hen — how my fiancé got me a man

Your present is waiting, said the text message I got from my fiancé and I quickened up my goodbyes, nearly vibrating with anticipation. I left the bachelorette party crowd to their devices and returned home eagerly.

The house lights were on. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

A giant rose from my couch at the sound.

I stood frozen in the doorway, gaping.

“Hi, Vivian, I’m Nate. Did you have a good time?” The mountain of a man strode confidently up to me and pulled me away from the door, closing it behind me. “Your night is going to get even better.”

I may have whimpered at the words whispered into my ear. His huge hands were on my waist and I could swear his circling fingers almost touched.

“But first, your fiancé wanted a photo to compare. One when you still look so innocent and pretty… and another one after I’m done with you and you are: An. Utter. Mess,” he stressed each word with delight, staring at me with a predatory smirk.

I shivered and followed him when he pulled me towards the living room.

“Hmmm. Yes, the light here will do.” He pulled out his phone and gestured to me to take the spot in front of the couch. I stood there awkwardly, and he tutted. “Let’s show him what I’m getting to play with tonight. Make this little black dress work, baby.”

I moved into a pose, my cheeks already pink with embarrassment and the heat simmering in the pit of my stomach. I tried to show off my body; how the black dress showed off my curves, how the fabric accentuated my ass, how my boobs pooled together in the tight confines of the bodice.

“Yeah, just like that.” I heard him taking a couple of photos. “Move your hands up, stretch a bit. I can nearly see your panties. Perfect. I bet this photo will make your fiancé hungry. Just a second… there, it’s sent.”

I swallowed nervously. It was done. Now my boyfriend Mark knew I was going through with this. With the fantasy I’d shared with him one night, never expecting it would become a reality. To my surprise he not only wanted me to be able to sleep with other men; it got him hot to think about it. He wanted to see the proof of it.

I couldn’t wait for Mark to see the second photo.

A mess, that’s what this stranger, thoroughly vetted by my almost-husband, promised to make of me. And once the impromptu photoshoot was done, he proceeded to fulfill this promise.

Not a minute later I was on my knees, the tatters of my dress barely hanging off my body, my breasts bared and bouncing slightly as I tried to take as much of his cock as I could. I sucked him with vigor, marveling at how big he was. Nate was completely proportional but, as he could be a baseball player with how tall he was, that only meant he was truly massive. I struggled to swallow around him, his huge cockhead spreading my lips obscenely as I pulled back to look up at him.

“Gorgeous,” he said to me, and tangled his hand into my hair, messing up my perfect coiffure. “Just look at you; lipstick already smeared, that fucked-out look on your face. I want to see your make-up ruined.” His hand in my hair tightened into a ruthless fist. “How about you open that pretty throat for me? Hmm? You want me to fuck your mouth?”

I nodded, as best I could.

He pulled me off his dick and said, “Then beg for it.”

“Please!” I gasped out. I loved Mark, but my fiancé never dared to treat me like this. The thrill of it made me shake with desire.

“Please what?” Nate growled, smearing the precum from his cock over my cheek.

“F-fuck my throat. Please,” I whimpered.

Nate laughed.

“Alright, I guess I can do it for you. Open up. Wider. That’s it.”

He fed me his enormous erection inch by inch, slowly but inevitably. This time he didn’t stop at the barrier of my throat. I swallowed around him, trying to let him in, my hands clutching at his thighs convulsively as I fought the urge to gag. He went further and further, deep into my throat. My head was spinning with excitement even if there was a note of fear; trusting a stranger with such an intimate thing was a lot. He pulled back and I took a desperate breath through my nose. The next time he made himself comfy in my throat his thrust was faster, rougher. He started to fuck my mouth for real. I focused on keeping myself open for him, on mastering my own body for his — and my — pleasure.

“Fuck. You look like a dream. Just how I imagined it, with your make-up all smeared, as you try to swallow down my cock.” He thumbed my heated cheek. I made a muffled whimper of frenzied desire around his dick.

“I think your future husband deserves another photo, don’t you?”

I closed my eyes as he focused the camera on me. My lips had to be already tender, tinged red from the vigorous fucking, my cheeks were flaming, and my make-up ruined. I was already a mess. My heart beat faster at the thought of how he could dirty me even more by the end of the night.

“Look at me,” he commanded with a firm voice and I opened my eyes to look up, and up. Gods, he was so huge. “Yeah, like that. Those pretty green eyes all hazy with bliss. You know how you look?” He took a couple of photos and wrote something on the keyboard. “I asked your fiancé just this question. Let’s see what he thinks.”

I squirmed a little, getting even wetter between my legs, but still embarrassed by what he was doing to me. The shame was like spice in my favorite dish. I sometimes struggled when there was too much of it, but I still liked it. Wanted that burning sensation, craved it.

It felt like only a second passed before Nate got a reply.

“Oh, great minds think alike. Do you want to know what your husband said?” He pulled me back by my hair, making me arch my spine. His erection pressed between my breasts. “He thinks you look stunning.”

I gasped. It was a double whammy to have two men praising me at once. Nate caught my hand and pressed it to one of my breasts. I lifted my other hand as well, following his silent order and pressed on the outside of my boobs, as Nate’s cock rutted between them, surrounded by the pressure of my supple flesh.

I squeezed my legs together. I wanted to come so badly. I wanted him to fuck me. To put me out of my misery, to let me reach the end of this spiral of maddening bliss.

“Please,” I begged. “Fuck me. I w-want to feel you inside of me.”

His breath hitched audibly, and he hauled me to the couch with a growl.

“Spread your legs. That’s it, sweetheart. I’m going to ruin you.”

He slammed into me from behind and I cried out, my shaky breath lifting in ecstasy. I came as soon as his cockhead spread my dripping pussy.

“Yes!” I wailed. “Ah, yes, nnngh, please!”

“You are so good for me,” he rumbled with satisfaction, his panting breaths showing how much I was affecting him as he fucked me mercilessly, pistoning into me like a machine.

My nails raked gauges into the couch, but I paid no attention to it, lost in the bliss; in the feeling of his huge body blanketing mine, pressing me into the leather. I felt so small, so good, so cared for by both him and my future husband.

It was that last thought that made me spasm around Nate’s colossal manhood once again.

Nate gasped and rutted into me like an animal.

“So tight, you are squeezing me with your pussy. You want it all, don’t you? I’m going to give it to you. And you will thank me,” he hissed into my ear and I nodded frantically.

I felt like his hot cum scorched my insides. The idea of me, an engaged woman, letting a stranger paint my pussy white with his load, was hot as the sun. I moaned and when his frenzied thrusts stilled, I turned my head to look at him and whispered:

“Thank you.”

It was only then that I realized he had the phone in his hand. But there was no sound of photos being taken… Was he filming me? I groaned, the sound high-pitched, as he pulled out of me, capturing the mess that started to spill from between my legs.

“I think this ‘thank you’ works for both me and your fiancé,” Nate grinned. “Now turn around and spread your legs, so I can show him how much I have ruined you.”

I did so, my mind still hazy, and he filmed my tender pussy, his fingers spreading my lower lips to show everything.

“You are a mess,” he commented with glee. “He’s gonna love it.”

I know I did.