Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Ellie said, turning to me with a self-satisfied smile before returning her gaze to Mom, who was still kneeling:

I, Mistress Ellie Weatherton, take you, submissive Alexis Charlesworth, to be my wedded wife, slave and submissive. With the deepest pleasure I come, both literally and figuratively, to my rightful place standing above you. I happily will take control of your entire life, making all your decisions for you, taking your mouth, cunt and ass as I wish both for my pleasure and to satisfy your need for obedience as I become your powerful, caring Mistress. I will cleave unto you, loving you, instructing you, training you with compassion to turn you into a good, loyal and content submissive wife and slave. Therefore, throughout my life, I give you my heart, I give you my cunt to eat, my body to pleasure and honor, I pledge unconditional discipline and training as your wife, Mistress and owner. But even though you are unconditionally mine, I acknowledge I am also unconditionally yours.

Miranda, Ellie's nasty words super twisted and hot, began slowly riding my cock in the tiny church while the wedding was taking place.

"Do you have rings?" The minister asked long-sufferingly. He just wanted this sacrilege to be over.

"Something like that," Ellie smiled, bending down and reaching into a bag next to her feet.

"Oh my," the minister gasped, as Ellie pulled out a collar and leash.

"Oh my indeed," Ellie replied as she leaned down to Mom and fastened the black collar around her neck. The scene was so crazy, so hot and so surreal, I tapped Miranda's ass and she resumed slowly moving up and down on my cock as we continued to watch the ceremony.

Ellie handed the minister a piece of paper. He looked at it and his eyes went big. After a brief pause he looked at Ellie who just nodded, then stammered, clearly stunned by what he had witnessed so far and just read, looked down at Mom and said, "You may pleasure your Mistress."

Miranda and I watched as she rode me, starting to move faster, as Mom rose from a crouched position to an upright kneeling one and Ellie lifted up her dress. Mom leaned forward and licked Ellie's cunt.

Ellie moaned, "That's it, my submissive bride, lick your Mistress's cunt."

The minister, clearly overwhelmed, looked up and saw that Miranda was riding me, the subtleness of her originally sitting on my cock now gone as she began moaning and bouncing up and down on me, filling herself with my cock and her need.

Ellie grabbed Mom's head and rubbed her cunt all over Mom's face before letting her go.

Mom stood back up and returned to her original position, her face now shiny with Ellie's wetness.

"I-I-I now pronounce you dominant wife and submissive wife," the minister declared.

"Yeeeeees," Miranda screamed, both celebrating the faux lesbian marriage as well as the orgasm she was reaching.

"Slut, please reward the minister," Ellie ordered.

Mom was confused.

"Suck his cock, you dumb bimbo," Ellie ordered, before looking at the camera girl and demanding, "Keep filming."

"Yes, Mistress," Mom agreed, dropping back to her hands and knees and fishing out the minister's cock, which was rock hard.

"Oh God," the minister groaned, which made me laugh considering where we were. Was he praying for deliverance or in thanksgiving?

Miranda begged me, "Please hubby, cum in your wife's cunt, I want to feel you fill me up."

Ellie meanwhile pulled out a strap-on cock from the bag, put it on, flipped up Mom's wedding dress and filled her cunt as she continued sucking the stunned minister.

The act was so erotic, the place so sinful, and watching my Mom get fucked while in a wedding dress wearing white thigh highs was too much and I shot my load deep inside my new bride.

Miranda screamed, "Yeeeeessss, I loooove youuu!!"

"I love you tooooooo!" I groaned as she milked my cock of every last drop of cum.

"Aaaaah!" the minister cried out, making a hilarious face while coming in Mom's mouth.

As soon as he pulled out and urgently stuffed himself back in his trousers, Mom got animated, "Oh yes, Mistress, fuck my cunt hard, I'm all yours!"

Miranda stopped riding me but continued sitting on my cock as we watched Ellie consummate her faux marriage with my Mom.

"Tell me who you love," Ellie demanded.

"Yooooou!" Mom declared.

"Who are you married to?" Ellie questioned, slamming hard into her submissive bride.

"My Mistress Ellie," Mom screamed, near her own orgasm.

"Come my slut, come on my cock," Ellie ordered.

"Oh yes... so close... Mistress... shit... harder... damn it... god... so good... yes... yes... fucking shit fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!!" Mom screamed as she gave in completely to her submission and the pleasure that came with it. Miranda leaned back into me and whispered, "That was so fucking hot!"

I glanced over to the chubby girl who was still videotaping and saw she was rubbing herself. I playfully asked my new slut wife, "Want a snack?"

"I can still eat pussy?" Miranda smiled playfully.

"It should have been in the vows," I joked.

"I know, we really should have created our own vows," Miranda teased.

"Maybe in five years when we renew them," I smiled.

Just as Miranda was going to offer her services to the chubby girl, Ellie ordered, "Camera girl, get your ass over here."

The camera girl quickly moved her hand away from her pussy and stammered, "P-p-pardon?"

"Come here, now!" Ellie demanded firmly, as she unstrapped her strap-on.

The girl obeyed tentatively, horny and nervous and completely out of her element.

When the girl reached Ellie, Ellie asked, "Have you ever eaten pussy?"

"O-o-once," the girl admitted, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and horniness.

"Let's make it twice," Ellie countered, putting her hands on the young girl's shoulders and guiding her onto her knees.

The girl stared at Ellie's pussy as Ellie lifted up her dress but was paralyzed with indecision.

"Get licking," Ellie ordered.

The girl leaned forward and buried her face in Ellie's cunt.

"Go eat the poor girl," I whispered to Miranda.

"Yes, Master," she whispered back playfully, getting off me, a mixture of my and her cum leaking onto me. "Sorry," she shrugged, as she lowered her wedding dress. "It's the price of love," I joked.

"I'll pay that price every day," she smiled, bending down and swallowing my cock whole.