1. The Match-Maker Madam


    Date: 1/12/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: jaycox, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    fucked, sucked and empty. ***** It was a beautiful June day for a wedding. Tommy and Micky had been living together since their engagement and to say it was a happy time would be an understatement. Micky, though having been a professional whore for years, had a sore pussy most of the time. Tommy's cock, on some mornings, looked like raw meat from the butcher shop. Their fucking marathons exhausted them, but by the next evening they were back at it. The only time they had a break was when it was Micky's period but then she sucked him dry every night. The wedding was in the little church near Bella's house. The Pastor was a 'close friend.' Before his decision to enter divinity school and eventually to marry, he had been a frequent customer at Bella's. He took advantage of Bella's student rate for college kids. Always looking for ways to expand her customer base, this move had added many lifetime clients to the list. Bella was a revenue whore, apt to do anything to get more stiff cocks into her fold. Pastor Willy wasn't concerned about his history with Bella. She never did kiss and tell. Bella was the matron of honor. Tommy's best man was his brother. There was an overflow crowd in the church since every one of her girls came to the wedding and a good number of Tommy's old time managers from the stores. A few nervous looks on some of the guys when they saw the girls there, suggested previous relationships, and not as customers looking for new spark plugs. There was more than a ...
    little squirming in the seats. Wives and girlfriends thought it was just the normal itchiness of a man at a wedding where another of his kind was voluntarily slipping on the shackles of marriage. Bella was the hostess, and the local country club was the venue for the reception. The manager and Bella had also gone to high school together and as an old girlfriend she received top service. Even though she wasn't a member and could probably never be one, her business was welcome. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Micky threw her garter to the assembled 'virgins.' Tommy knelt in front of Micky to remove her garter to catcalls and whistles as he slipped his hands up a little higher than normal. Smiling all the way, with Micky giggling, he slowly slipped it down, never taking his eyes off her's. He sailed it into the crowd, and a near fistfight broke out for possession. Tommy and Micky escaped through a hail of rice, back slapping, and butt-whacking. At the open back door of the car they stopped, embraced for one more passionate kiss with Tommy's hand on her right breast. Once in the limo, Tommy leaned into her face, looked at her and said, "Mrs. Sullivan, I'd like to fuck your brains out, do you mind?" "No, not at all, Mr. Sullivan. Here?" "I can wait." He slid one hand into the low-cut bodice of her dress and released her breast for closer examination, kissed her and then pulled her tightly to his body. For the rest of the ride, their hands were everywhere. ***** Tommy and Micky ...
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