As the newly wedded couple entered the luxurious hotel suite, Alice had a sigh of irritation. She fell on a chair and looked at herself in the mirror, making sure her haircut was still well done.
"You couldn't help yourself, could you?" the young blonde said with a falsely offended frown, not looking at the man who had become her husband less than two hours ago.
"You know I can't keep my hands off you, Miss Thornwood," Mr. Thompson replied, while closing the door behind them. "It's not like you weren't aware of the type of person you were marrying today. As a bride, you have to accept your groom in both his qualities and faults."
"Using my own vows against me... That's just low, sir! But you're right, I said those words, and I intend to stick by them. Still, did you have to lift my wedding dress in front of the altar!? There weren't a lot of people in the room, but that poor pastor nearly had a heart attack!"
"Come on, you almost burst out laughing when you saw his face. And see how good it looks."
The sleazy professor came closer and showed her his phone. A picture of them was displayed on the screen, standing in front of the altar, dressed in style. The fact Mr. Thompson was facing away in that photo made it possible to overlook the problematic age gap between the newlyweds. It could have passed as any couple's marriage picture, save for one detail. The groom's hand was firmly positioned on the bride's uncovered ass, fondling it without a care in the world...
"You had the photographer in on this, didn't you?" Alice said. "Well, that's just great! Here it is, our wedding picture for the rest of eternity. You groping my ass in front of a man of God!"
Mr. Thompson had a roaring laughter, hearing his former student get so pissed off. He wasn't afraid of any repercussions for his slight, and rightfully so. After all, Alice had told him "I do." litteraly two minutes after this picture was taken.
"Don't worry my dear, this photo isn't the only one I got from out special day. Remember your little accident in the garden?"
The teen blonde turned her chair toward him and looked him dead in the eyes.
"You mean the moment you lowered my top in the middle of our photo-shoot in the forest?" she replied, sarcastically. "Yeah, how could I forget..."
"Well, I asked our photographer to send it to me too. Don't you just look radiant?"
He swiped to the next picture on his phone. This time, Alice was alone in the frame, looking absolutely stunning in her white wedding dress, smiling and exuding happiness. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of cerulean and azure, clear like a summer sky. It would have been the ideal profile picture, if she wasn't topless and braless.
Right before it was taken, Mr. Thompson had pulled on her dress to make her expose her perky breasts to their photographer. Who wasn't all that innocent, considering he had sent this precise picture to the creepy middle-aged professor less than an hour after taking it.
"Great, just great!" Alice grumbled, massaging her forehead. "My little girl's dream already wasn't to marry a 55-year-old divorced LUNATIC, but at the very least I hoped you'd behave today. And look at that! Best day of my life, flashing my boobs to a photographer whose name I don't even know in my wedding dress! So much for happily ever after."
"Stop bitching around, we both know you're a deviant slut who loves showing her whorish body to complete strangers. It was your job description three months ago, must I remind you? If you were okay stripping for dozens of people to pay the rent, what's one more on your wedding day? Actually, I love those pictures so much I think I'll frame them and put them in our living room. It'll be perfect if we ever have guests over. Those are the souvenirs we'll want to remember from this day, don't you agree, my dear wife?"
Alice looked again at the picture. She had to admit she looked both cute and hot in it, it would be a good memento of their marriage. She raised her gaze to Mr. Thompson and had a provocative smile.
"I don't know," she mused. "Shouldn't it be our wedding night?"
"I like where your mind is at," the old man replied, lustfully. "Come over here, you horny slut."
The teen blonde rose from her chair, feeling a small fire ignite in her knickers. She had been waiting for it all day, the moment she would first have sex with the man who was now legally her husband. Mr. Thompson removed his costume, but forbid her to take off her wedding dress. It felt weird being the one not in the nude for once, but it made the whole setting kinkier.
How wrong and twisted it was to be dressed in clothes representing eternal love and virginity in front of a hideous naked man who could've been her father in another life! The vile professor seemed to think the same, his cock was already rock solid. She sank to her knees instantly, dying to taste it.
"Here it is, my sweet Alice," Mr. Thompson said, as he rubbed his throbbing manhood all over the 19-year-old girl's face. "The cock you've married today! The cock you'll have to savor for the rest of your life! The only rightful cock who'll ever penetrate your holes until death do us part!"
The young blonde felt the pulsating piece of meat wipe her mouth and eyelids, its fierce odor invading and saturating her nostrils. It was so big and repulsive, so veiny and rigid... She absolutely relished it!
Mr. Thompson was right telling her she had married this cock as much as she had married him. Sex was a crucial part of their relationship, and Alice couldn't wait to spend the rest of her days being defiled and sullied by this monstrosity! She was now familiar with every aspect of the older man's dick, she would have been able to recognize it just from its shape and scent alone amidst hundreds if she had been blindfolded.
She loved her evil master from the bottom of her heart, but the feelings she had for this part of his body were also passionate. She felt lust for her ageing professor's cock, but also affection, adoration, even possibly worship! So it wasn't an exaggeration to say she was actually enamored with this wrinkled and oversized penis.
"You're right, Daddy," Alice almost moaned as she started to suck him off. "I'm madly in love with that cock! I'm crazy about it! More so than I've been with any of my boyfriends. I'm so glad you divorced your hag of a wife so that I can have it all to myself!"
"You really are a miserable whore," he mocked. "To think I'd one day hear my worst student confess her unyielding love to my penis! But you're right, I did good divorcing my wife and finding you instead. She never accepted to let me touch her, she found me repugnant and was annoyed by my libido. You're the exact opposite, Miss Thornwood. I've never met a woman so promiscuous and sinful! You needed the right push to show your true colors, but you're a genuine slut! A girl so hooked on sex she'd go as far as marrying a man her father's age because she's in love with his dick! That's just pathetic!"
"I am, Daddy!" she replied as she sucked his ballsack and rubbed his shaft, licking it all over to make it shiny and slimy with her drool. "I'm pathetic, the cheapest harlot on Earth! You've done nothing but humiliate and insult me from the start, and yet I'm marrying you because of how much I love to get fucked by you. I've accepted to be seen as a gold digger horny for problematically older men just because I wanted you to keep mating with me forever!"
"God dammit girl, you're an even bigger deviant than I am," Mr. Thompson replied, grinning at her profanities. "You should be thankful I'm marrying a sex freak like you! Look at you devour me like a cock-hungry slut. You're not wife material whatsoever, Miss Thornwood. No man would accept such a shameless harlot as his bride!"
"You're so right, sir!" she answered, pushing her head deeper on his dick. "I'm a screw-up and a nympho. I would've ended up on the street if it weren't for you. You're so kind and generous to take me as your wife. My place as your sex slave and cum dumpster was already undeserved, you truly are a saint!"
Alice felt the old man's cock shiver as she verbally disgraced herself and put him on the highest of pedestals. Oh, how he loved being deified and venerated by a girl his daughter's age as she choked on his manhood. And how the pretty blonde enjoyed inflating his already bloated ego and put herself under his boot!
"That, I definitely am," the middle-aged teacher said. "But you'll make it worth my while, won't you, little whore? You'll repay me handsomely for how good I treat you."
"I will, Daddy! I will be the most obedient wife ever. I'll do anything you ask of me, no matter how lewd or filthy. It's as you said, this wedding is a sham. It's just a way to make it official I fully belong to you."
"Then, prove it. Show me how you've learned to fulfill your master's desires."
Alice knew what he meant. She progressively pushed the nasty old man's penis deeper and deeper inside her mouth and throat. Considering its length and girth, it was extremely hard to do so without her body urging her to regurgitate. But she had trained, and her gag reflex had now vanished. Hence, she impaled her beautiful face on his manhood until her nose touched the bush of greying hair on his pubis.
There, she stood still for a few seconds, making him feel totally enveloped in her mouth. She started to move her tongue around his cock and made a suction motion with her throat. Despite swallowing him whole, it was as if the pretty blonde was trying to take him even deeper, to devour his nasty penis further than the hilt! All along, she made wet gargling noises to make sure he was duly lubricated for what would come next...
"Fuck me... you have skills, girl!" Mr. Thompson grunted, having a hard time restraining himself from ejaculating in the 19-year-old girl's eager throat. "You're on a whole different level from the first blowjob you gave me in Aphrodite, I really taught you well."
"That, you did, Daddy," Alice said, as she removed his pulsating cock from her mouth. "I'm thankful I finally listened to your lessons, I should've done so a lot sooner."
"Don't worry, we both know you were too dumb to understand the classes I taught back in high school," he sneered. "I should've known from the start the only teaching a whore like you could ever learn was how to properly work a cock. You'll still need some practice, though. I intend for you to live up to your name, now that you're Mrs. Thompson and not Miss Thornwood."
This name made Alice shiver to her core. Since her first memories, being called "Thornwood" had felt weird. This name meant nothing to her. It was a constant reminder of how she had been abandoned by her dad, and she hadn't realized how much she resented it up until now. Each time her teachers did the roll call in class, they actually called her by the surname of a man who had failed her from the moment she was born.
Well, not anymore. She would now be addressed by a name belonging to a father figure who would never betray or leave her.
"I love to be called that," she said, before standing up. "I'm your family now, your only family. And so are you to me, Daddy. I love to be both your surrogate daughter and your slut bride. I will wear your name as a mark of property as much, like I've branded that tattoo on my crotch as a sign of ownership. I'm your Mrs. Thompson now, today and forever! So please, remind me in the worst possible way how much I belong to you!"
Alice turned around and let her white panties fall to the floor, clearly indicating what she had in mind. She yearned for it right now, the first intercourse she would have with her lawfully-wedded husband! She positioned herself on the marital bed and enticed Mr. Thompson with a few shakes from her pale and shapely butt.
The middle-aged man came closer, erect penis in his hand, ready to penetrate her. The pretty blonde was so aroused, the tiniest of sparks could turn her pussy into a scorching firestorm right now!
Out of a sudden, her cellphone rang on the bedside table. Alice couldn't care less, but the ageing professor froze in place.
"Aren't you going to get that, love?" he asked, casually.
"What? I... No, I don't care," the 19-year-old girl replied, feeling her crotch about to blow up. "Let it go to voicemail, we have more pressing matters!"
"That's not very polite. Who knows who wants to contact you on your big day?"
That fucking asshole! He knew how much she wanted him to finally give it to her raw! This stupid phone-call was just a way for him to leave her on edge. To remind her that, between the two of them, she was actually the one desperate for a good hard fuck with an age-inappropriate man she should despise.
Alice took her phone with a grimace. If it was one of those robocalls, she swore to god she would throw it out the freaking window! But when she heard an older woman's voice on the other side of the line, her breathing stopped. She thought she would never hear that voice again...
"Wait, wait, wait... Slow down. Mom? Is that you?" she asked, dumbstruck. "Where have you been, I almost thought you were dead!"
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