1. The Flower Girl


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    &#034I am surrounded by fuchsia. :/&#034 Brian Thorston typed into his phone. &#034LOL,&#034 another user in the chat room typed back. &#034Weddings, don't you love 'em?!?&#034 Brian typed &#034LOL&#034 back, then looked up over his phone to gaze upon the insane, over-the-top, behavior happening in the room around him. The ladies--and that is all there was in the room, was ladies--were all excited, hanging their bright pink bridesmaid gowns from any available hook or door jamb. One was even hanging from the TV! Brian, the poor and somewhat naive guy, had assumed that when he accepted the offer to be a groomsman for his future b*****r-in-law, the effort would be relatively painless. He wasn't the best man, after all. He figured he would get some free booze at the bachelor's party, rent a dumb tuxedo for the wedding, dance with a couple of hot unattached bridesmaids while drinking more free booze, and head home either by his lonesome self, or if one of the bridesmaids actually stood up to his ridiculously exaggerated standards in a woman--or at least was a little slutty--he'd have some company for the night. That'd be about it, right? The fact that his s****r was the bride, and their younger s****r a bridesmaid, didn't seem at first to complicate the matters in any way. But now that it was the afternoon before the wedding day, he unfortunately found himself in some demand after all. First his younger s****r, Jeanie, needed a new pair of white sandals and could he pick them ...
    up for her? &#034Please please please&#034 she texted. &#034The pair I have just broke! Size six, thank you b*o I owe u!!!&#034 Fine, whatever, no big deal. It's not like he had anything better to do for the next four hours before the wedding started. He stepped out of the hotel where they were having the blessed event, one of those fancy downtown hotels that look like they are part of a movie set, and grabbed a cab to the nearest department store. Shoes purchased, he headed back and up the elevator to the top floor suite, where the fairer side of the wedding party was getting ready. Jeanie was perfectly happy with the sandals, but the inevitable next request issued forth. &#034Frankie wants champagne!' his little s****r said. Frankie's their s****r--the bride. Confronted as he was with a room full of overly enthusiastic women, he tried to make a quick exit, walking backwards, through the door to the safety of the hallway. If only he could only make it to the hallway... He could sprint to the stairs from there... &#034Bri, be a doll...&#034 Damn. So he had to go down to the basement, to find the caterer, who of course wouldn't let him make off with any of the champagne. Room service? No champagne available at this time of the day. So that meant back out onto the street in search of a decent liquor store. A hundred damned dollars later, he had two bottles of the real thing imported from France and a pack of plastic champagne flutes. And a rather strong need for some alcohol ...
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