Authors: Jane Prescott
“Diana, alright, I'm gonna marry you, you crazy woman, but I know that tomorrow you are going to regret everything that happened,” he said softly into her ear.
“Yippee! I'm getting married! I'm getting married!” she screamed with joy.
Ted led her out of the building to his truck and helped her in. He fished out his cell phone and called his manager. “Sean, I'm flying down to Austin, prepare the jet for me, I'm flying to Las Vegas ,” he said, glad for the luxuries of being able to have a jet at his disposal whenever he needed it.
He looked over at Diana, and she had drifted off into sleep. Maybe he should just take her back to the ranch house and let her sleep off her booze. No, she had challenged him right there in front of the whole bar, and he was going to take it by the horns. He made a number of other calls to make the preparations for his wedding at the 24hour Elvis Presley Chapel. Minutes later they were at the local airstrip where his plane was parked. He carried her into the plane, and soon they were on their way to Vegas.
“Are we in Vegas yet?” she mumbled drunkenly in her sleep as he looked at her milky cleavage, his cock growing hard in his pants.
“Not yet, honey. Not for another couple of hours.”
The pilot of his jet looked at him as if he had gone crazy as he carried the drunken woman onto the plane. She split her legs wide as he placed her onto one of the seats, and to his surprise he noticed that she was not wearing any panties, her clean shaved pussy barely visible through her fleshy thighs, and that was the most arousing thing that he had ever seen. His dick hardened instantly as he buckled her into her seat, and throughout the flight he could not stop thinking about how hot her pussy looked. He had to restrain himself from touching her even though she was dead asleep. At some point during the flight, she woke up and demanded that he take her to the bathroom, which he did. Without thinking twice, she pulled her dress up over her waist and relieved herself in front of him as if it was the most natural thing, and Ted felt as if his dick was going to explode with desire. She had the tattoo of a butterfly just above her pussy lips, and Ted found himself imagining what it would be like to sink his cock into her and make love to her right there and then.
“Ted, you have a hard on. What is the matter? Haven't you ever seen a woman taking a piss before?” she said, standing up and walking towards him without bothering to pull down her skirt.
*****
Diana could not believe what she was doing. She could not believe that she was taking off and going to marry a total stranger. Maybe it was because of all the bitterness she felt after what her fiancée had done to her, but there was also the fact that she had this really strong attraction to Ted. She felt that she really was in love with him. She had purposely let him watch her do her thing in the small toilet and now she felt a sudden surge of desire looking at his long thick erection tenting his pants. Diana did not wear panties when she was in warm climates, and she had noted the way that Ted's eyes had widened as she pulled up her dress. He seemed pleased with what he saw. She reached for his crotch and squeezed his erection with her hand as she pressed her body against his. She wanted him right then and there, and the heat within her folds was driving her crazy. Her vagina had moistened up deliciously and her clit began throbbing hard with arousal. As she began massaging his cock over his pants, she fused her lips onto his, kissing him hungrily as he returned the kiss. Her lips parted easily, allowing him entry into her mouth as his tongue began dancing passionately with his.
She pushed her hand into the waist of his pants and into his boxers to take a hold of his hardness. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, trembling when she realized that they could barely go around the whole width of the thickness. She wondered how it would feel penetrating into her vagina, parting her folds deliciously as he fucked her. She was trembling by the time that she started jerking the cock up and down, and from the way that Ted was breathing heavily, Diana knew that he wanted her more than she wanted him.
“I wanna taste your cock,” Diana said, pulling away and crouching down in front of him.
“Come on. There is a bed in the back cabin. Let's go there,” Ted said, pulling her to her feet and leading her to the back.
The tequila was still doing wild things to her head as she staggered behind him, not sure if she was drunk from the drink or from the intense desire she felt. As soon as Ted kicked the door shut, Diana pushed him onto the bed and went after him, immediately unbuckling his belt and then pulling his pants open. She reached for his boxers and pulled them down over his erection, her breath catching in her throat when she saw just how huge his cock was. It was so huge, it made Mark's look like a miniature, and Diana swallowed hard, because she could already imagine how it would feel like deep inside her. She lowered her face to his crotch and sniffed it in, the male scents going straight to her head and making her dizzy with arousal.
She wrapped her fingers around it and began moving them up and down on his dick as she lowered her head towards the huge dark head. Slipping out her tongue, she let it run over the precum that had pooled on the pink slit at the tip. She fell in love with the salty male taste immediately as she played her tongue over the head, licking it, tasting it and savoring it. She then began taking more and more of the head into her mouth, doing all the dirty little things she had always wanted to do with her mouth as she jerked the base of the cock. As a reward, Ted groaned his appreciation as he took his hands down to her head, pressing it onto his dick as she worked her magic.
*****
Ted sat up on his elbows and checked out the way that this voluptuous, beautiful woman was sucking on his dick. Ted felt as if she was going to drive him nuts, he was so turned on. Here he was, thirty thousand feet above sea level, getting the best blowjob of his life from the most attractive woman that he had ever met, on their way to their wedding. She sucked on his cock almost as if it was meant only for her, twisting her mouth over it as she took it deeper and deeper into her mouth. He felt the head of his dick slipping into her throat, and Ted knew that he was going to come in her mouth if he let her continue sucking on his dick.
“Enough, Diana, at this rate you are going to make me come in your mouth, and that would not be such a good idea because I would like to come somewhere else, somewhere deep within you,” he said, pulling her head away from his dick and then getting up quickly.
Within no time, he had peeled off all of his clothes, and then went ahead to help Diana remove hers. Without her clothes on, she was the most alluring woman that he had ever set his eyes on; the big bodied princess that he had been waiting for all his life. Pulling her into his arms, he locked his lips onto hers, kissing her deeply as his hands went to her huge breasts and began massaging them. Diana moaned into his mouth when he took her nipples into his hands and began pinching them and turning them around in semi circles, the peaks becoming hard with arousal. Diana was so horny, Ted could actually smell her arousal, and when he pressed his knee in between her thighs, he felt her wetness on his skin. It sent a thrilling message all the way to his dick and Ted discovered that he was actually shaking with all the desire that he had. Never in his life had he ever wanted something as badly as he wanted Diana right now, but he wanted to take his time with her, after all, she was going to be his wife even though she might change her mind when the booze finally faded from her head.
“Oh yesss!” Diana moaned as he moved his lips away from hers and lowered them to one of her breasts, taking her nipple into his mouth and beginning to suck on it.
It felt thick and firm in his lips, and as he sucked and nibbled on it, Ted massaged her other breast, while his free hand moved down over her belly, slipping in between her thighs. Diana parted her thighs a little wider, giving Ted better access to her vagina as he slipped his finger between her slick pussy lips. She was overflowing with love juices as his finger pushed in and began playing over Diana's clit. Diana thrusted her hips under his touch, rubbing her pussy over his finger hard and smearing his hand with her nectar. She was hot and liquid, and Ted could only imagine how his cock would feel inside her, the wetness of the love juices rubbing against his shaft as he drilled her all the way to heaven. He needed to taste her, to taste her sweet wetness and get to know just how delicious she was before he fucked her. Pulling his lips away from her, Ted began kissing her down her belly, sticking his tongue into her belly button. He then moved to the end of the bed and parted her thighs as wide as they could go. She smelled delicious, and the scent of her love juices went straight to his head like some fine wine. Ted lowered his head in between her thighs, running his tongue through her pussy crease, up and down the inner lips.
“I need you, Ted, I need more. Please make love to me, you are killing me,” Diana moaned, her words making Ted's cock ache with need as he lapped at her vagina.
“Not so quickly, Diana. We will get there. I first wanna make you completely ready for my cock,” he said, burying his face back into sex.
He then sucked her clit into his mouth and began working his lips and tongue on it, flicking his tongue around the sides, as Diana rhythmically moved her body. She was hot for him and it only seemed to get him even more turned on. He pushed a finger into her vagina, driving it deep into her wet folds and hooking at as he pulled it out, letting it brush deliciously over her G spot. Diana let out a squeal, and Ted could imagine just how good she was feeling, and yet she hadn’t even fully experienced his dick yet. She took her hands down to his head, pressing it into her vagina even harder and smearing his face with her love juices.
“I want you to come for me, Diana, come for me before I drive my cock deep into your folds and take you to heaven with me,” he said into her pussy.
*****
Diana felt as if she had died and gone to heaven. She could not hold back the pleasure that Ted was giving her orally, and his finger had touched a spot within her vagina that she didn’t even know existed. He was practically making love to her in the most mind blowing way, and he had not even fucked her yet. His breath was hot in her folds as he encouraged her to come, and Diana was sure that she was just about to have the biggest climax of her life. She raised her head and looked at the way that he was sucking, licking and fingering her, the room filled with the scent of her arousal, and that was enough to send her over the edge. Her pussy muscles clutched the finger as she shuddered hard, climaxing like she had never done before. Before Diana knew what was happening, Ted got on top of her, in between her thighs. He then reached for her feet and pulled them up over her shoulders, pinning them at the sides of her head. She had never known that her body could become so flexible as he put her into a position that she had never been in before. Deeply in need to feel his cock inside her, she reached her hand down to his crotch and took a hold of his dick. Ted locked his lips onto hers, kissing her passionately as she guided his dick into her pussy.
The monster cock ground into her sensitive folds, filling her up in ways that she had never been filled before. She felt the thickness of the shaft pulling her sensitive clit into her pussy with it, and Diana almost felt as if she had just gone to heaven and she was being rewarded for being a good girl. Kissing her and groping her breasts, Ted began to pound his manhood in and out of her vagina, the friction of his cock against her pussy walls driving her crazy with desire. Each thrust was harder and faster, and the heat within her folds intensified. Just when she thought she had just experienced the most pleasurable climax of her life, it looked like there was an even more enormous one coming. Their bodies pressed tightly together as the heat within them increased, bringing them closer to heaven. Diana had never felt so deeply penetrated, and she knew that she had just found something that she was addicted to. She felt his dick stiffening within her, just as she burst out into the biggest climax of her life. Ted grunted, driving his dick as deep as it could go into her vagina as his huge hot load shot deep within her, filling her up as his juices blended with hers. She gripped his dick hard, milking it of all its contents.
They immediately collapsed onto the bed, as the plane started to go through some mild turbulence. Ted looked over to Diana and their eyes met in a loving gaze.
“Well, are you ready to do this Mrs. Diana Wilkins?” Diana squeezed his hand and nodded. Tears welled up in both of their eyes as their lips locked and their hearts became one.
THE END
Chapter 1
Bridget sat in peace and quiet in one of the drawing rooms, sewing at her tapestry, one of many. She constantly started new projects, but they quickly became boring. Life had become tediously mundane since her marriage to Mathias. She respected Mathias, he was a wonderful man, but their age difference meant that their interests were incompatible. It was obvious that he had married only because he wanted an heir, but in the three years of being together she had not conceived a child yet.
With a big sigh, she put down her sewing needle and sat back in the chair, to rest her back. Sitting up straight could be such a pain sometimes. Closing her eyes, she wished they could go abroad, or even just visit someone, anything that would get her out of this large, empty house. Of course, the house was beautiful, but all those large portraits of Mathias’s descendants, looming down at her every time she climbed the stairway, could be quite disturbing.
She had wanted to get involved in the running of the land, go out and meet the tenants, but Mathias would not hear of it. He said it was simply not acceptable for a respectable woman to be seen doing such tasks, speaking to men, especially from that social class, without a chaperone it was unheard of. Bridget had believed that getting to know all the tenants was a good idea, but there was nothing modern in her husband’s thinking. Mathias was such a stickler for traditions, and set in his ways. She knew this when she married him, after a brief courtship, but pressure from her mother, who worried she would end up a spinster, had left her feeling she had little choice. Mathias was a good catch there was no denying that, he was rich, very rich in fact, and would provide her with a very comfortable life. Though it was not comfort she required, but excitement and passion.
So many times she had turned down proposals of marriage, one even to a man of the cloth. Foolishly she believed that she would marry for love, not for wealth or to increase her social status. She dreamed it would be a young handsome officer, dashing and romantic but it was not to be. When the local Lord Hexley had asked for her hand in marriage, she felt she had no choice. It was an honor for her family.
Not all of Mathias’s relatives were content with her, but that had never bothered Bridget, let them gossip, they would soon get used to her presence and accept her, eventually. At least marrying an older man meant there were no parents to contend with, just two sisters, one of whom she adored, the other she hated. Mathias was the oldest of them, the youngest was the sister she got along with very well, but the older one was also so set in her ways that she could not ever imagine them liking each other. Unfortunately, Olivia, the friendly one, lived in Bath, many miles away from Derby, whereas Gertrude lived close by on a neighboring estate.
Bridget rose from her chair and pulled the cord to ring the bell and summon the butler, she wanted to order her refreshment for luncheon, though she would be eating alone. She would sit out in the sun, in the beautiful garden. Mathias should be home for dinner, he had gone to visit his sister and Bridget had made excuses of a headache. All the more reason to sit out in the sun. Mason, the butler, arrived and she explained that the maid should serve her luncheon on the patio. He bowed and left. Though the house was full of servants, she still felt alone. Servants were not for socializing with, or having fun, the only person she could rely on for fun was Olivia Fitzwilliam, Mathias’s youngest sister, but it would be weeks before she saw her again.
Her luncheon, although pleasant, was lonely and boring, as it was every day in this huge house. As she ate, she watched Malcolm Scott, the gardener, trimming the hedges with his clippers. The clickety-clack of the metal blades was almost hypnotic and soothed her thoughts.
Mathias would be home for dinner, so Bridget dressed in a more appropriate dinner dress, her husband believed it important to keep up the traditions and dress properly, even if it was just for the benefit of the servants. However, she hated the restrictiveness of formal wear, especially the suffocating boned corset, which Bridget felt was far too restrictive and wore it as little as possible. Most of the time she wore a simple column dress for comfort, because most of the time her husband was not around.
From her drawing room, she heard her husband arrive, it would be ages before his valet had him undressed and ready again for dinner, she may as well go and play some music on the piano. That would help to relax Mathias; he loved to hear her play.
The grand piano was placed in the large reception hallway, as that provided the best acoustics. She would see him come down the large winding staircase, when he was ready. If there was one thing she loved about this house, it was the piano, a beautiful instrument made in Italy and she loved to play it. She sat at the piano and opened the sheet music to a piece she knew her husband enjoyed, and started to play.
He appeared, looking very smart in his dinner jacket. For all he was twenty years her senior, he was still quite a handsome man and impeccably dressed. Charlotte, one of her sisters, was married to a boat builder, and he always smelled of wood shavings. Thankfully, her husband did not smell of cows. He was a tall man, regal looking with a large nose, wide mouth and a shock of silver hair on his head. She stood up to greet him, smiling.
“Darling, I would have been happy to wait until you finished, I like that tune,” he said, holding out his elbow for her to hook into.
“That’s why I played it, Mathias, dear, so you would get a move on, I’m famished.”
Bridget positively refused to sit at the other end of the long, dark table. She had asked the servants to always set her place next to her husband. It had taken him some time to adjust, but he soon saw the sense in it. He was not altogether unapproachable, he simply had too many traditions in his head. She hoped to break them one by one.