After far too long, but with nothing but support from friends on here, I bring you the conclusion of Alexander and Kate's story.
"CHEERS!" the voices echoed out loudly as the group brought bar glasses with various spirits together. The clink of the glasses underlined the joy that was felt in the room. Alexander had a smile on his face, as did Kate, as they reached towards the middle of the large table in one of those moments when everyone tries to bring their drinks together, but undoubtedly someone has too short of arms and can't reach.
Kate and Alexander smiled widely at their friends, new and old, and even more so at each other. Kate brought the glass to her smiling lips, raising the hand that now wore an intricately designed silver ring. Alexander had one arm around her and was obnoxiously and lovingly using the word "fiancée" repeatedly and, after a few drinks, was trying to teach people why women got the extra "e" in the word.
Going around the room of the small bar were their close friends, the people who would, without question or discussion even, be their bridal party. These were their best friends, new and old, and they needed to be part of their lives this day. Alexander had been making calls for a few weeks now to arrange a special party in celebration. Around the table was Nikki, Kate's best friend. Nikki had grown two inches since her early college days when Kate and Alexander met, and she had finally dyed her hair a light shade of green as she always wanted to. She was still the introverted girl, but she was here for her best friend and there was no question she always would be. Next to her was Jewel, Alexander's friend he met on an online forum almost 20 years ago, but had grown very close to both of them - she lived in Seattle and had been visiting family back home in California and left early for this. She was shorter than Nikki, and a bit closer to plus size, and was self-conscious about her size until she had her second Old Fashioned. Interesting fact, she was the one who bought Alexander the print of
Starry Night
that he kept with him throughout college and now hung in the living room Kate and Alexander had together. Next was Valerie, Alexander's old work friend from an office supply store that he worked at to put himself through college. She stuck by him through everything and was always loyal and generous. She always called him Alex since the first day they met as there was another Alexander in their office, and as she was drinking tonight her native Minnesotan accent grew thicker. Brea, who looked downright pale next to Valerie's darker brown skin, smiled only with her mouth closed and was tremendously shy, but she looked up to Kate like a mother almost, trusting her all through college and letting Kate be the ringleader of any adventures.
The men were a bit different. The women were congratulatory and thrilled, but the men were engaged in a contest to get the newly engaged couple as drunk as physically possible. Next to Alexander was Cody, who grew up next to Kate in small town Washington and then lived with Kate for a while after his parents kicked him out for being gay. Ryan, Alexander's lanky and surfer-haired friend from college who refused to wear anything but button up shirts, stood behind the group reaching over everyone. He brought his friend Isaac, who was a mutual friend of just about everyone at the party but served in the Army and had difficulty with scheduling. And Alexander's oldest friend, Sawyer, who grew up in the same town as him and now they wound up living on the same street after Alexander and Kate moved into a suburb and rented a townhouse.
The party continued for a few hours in the usual way. Alexander and Kate had to tell the story about how he proposed (he literally painted a scene in front of their old favorite café, the White Grass, of him on one knee presenting her a ring) and gave it to her as a 2 year anniversary present of their first date. Kate had to show off her ring, which was two silver bands crisscrossed into an X and each band was studded with a rainbow of stones. They had to discuss pros and cons of every season to get married - Kate wanted it to be a winter wedding as she did not want to sweat in a wedding dress and she loved the snow even more than Alexander did. Valerie suggested a summer wedding because she hated the winter, but agreed that it was the best decision for the couple. They had to tolerate the usual jokes about having kids, although everyone present had, at one point or another, heard Alexander's thoughts that "his DNA was not so special that there needed to be more of it out there." And a few people asked "what are weddings like where you are from" of Brea, a Vietnamese girl from Indiana and Valerie, a South African girl who was born in Minnesota. Eventually, when people could barely stand, they left the restaurant and piled into a limo that Valerie and Cody, being the two "in the know" friends who helped plan the day, had rented, and were all promptly driven to their respective homes.
Alexander's fingers laced around Kate's slowly, tightly, as his naked body pressed down harder onto Kate's prone form, forcing her chest and face into the bed. His fingers squeezed tighter as his thick cock pushed into Kate's asshole slowly, the lubricant and months of practice let her ass easily take him. She gasped and let out a long and muffled moan into the bed, then arched her hips up slightly to allow her fiancé to take her deeper, loving the pressure of his body on her.
"Daddy" she whimpered, involuntarily, a habitual moan, as he moved deeper into her, his hips resting against her butt and then squishing even harder as he sunk into her. It did not hurt, but every time he took her ass it took her a moment to adjust to the pressure. And the first time she did, when it took minutes and slow patience, now took seconds and little more than wanton lust. She pushed back again, turning her head and inhaling a deep breath of cool fresh air as his hips undulated slowly and his hand gripped tighter.
Kate couldn't help herself. She kept pushing back, wanting the pressure to be perfect and wanting to be filled completely. Alexander pressed harder down, his weight holding her firmly to the bed and keeping her completely in place. She could feel his breath against her neck and feel his lips on her ear, not kissing, not biting, just there. He was focused on her and shifted his hips one more time until finally, they were in sync and Kate pressed back as hard as she could. "Alex," she moaned shakily, grabbing for his hand that somehow slipped loose and wrapped around her neck, squeezing gently. Just enough to restrict. They knew what they were doing.
She let out a long low sigh, exhaling her patience that she held all night, and pushed up again, demanding attention, demanding her Master's lust. And he gave that, his thick cock dominating her ass with barely a word exchanged between the two. He stretched her as much as every time, and she gripped him tightly, her body starting to sweat from the exertion of being used. Every thrust came with a gentle shake of her body, a wiggle against the bedsheets they had pinned into place, and his cock growing harder in her ass.
Then he did that thing he loved. Nothing complex, just one thrust deep, holding still while buried to the hilt, and flexing his cock to stretch just a little bit wider and a little bit deeper, only to resume thrusting. Every pause came with a faster pace until his hips were slapping against her ass, making wet sounds with each thrust and Kate no longer had to push back to get her man to take her deep. Every thrust became more powerful as his heavy cum-filled balls came to rest on her ass. She clawed at her palm as her vision swam and his hand clutched harder. Before long, her body was a lightning rod of pleasure, and she couldn't tell where he ended and she began.
Alexander was a man possessed. He waited all night, and Kate so graciously was teasing him under the table all night. Gently squeezing his thigh, lifting her dress up just a bit too high when she adjusted herself sitting down, and the knowing glances. She said she wanted him to see her wearing this ring the rest of her life, and then she whispered "and only this ring" when she leaned over to kiss his cheek. She pulled him into her desire, and now she was paying for it.
It started slowly, and passionately, lovingly, with kisses that turned to firmer kisses and bites that kept going until they hurt and she had to tap his head. Hand holding that turned into arm holding, that turned into his hands wrapped around her hip squeezing and then one hand pinning down both her wrists and the other wrapped around her neck. And his cock gently slipping in, going slowly before thrusting as fast as she could take it. They never found a limit that could break his little slut.
The small nightlight was all they could see by, and Alexander could see the scratches on his arm from her fingernails easily now as they darkened. He started to growl directly into her ear and shivered. "You're my little slut now, aren't you?"
"I'm always your little slut" she said back between ragged breaths, trying to hold on as he fucked her ass. They were like this - they started making love and ended up hardcore fucking, and she loved it every time. And as he moved faster and faster, he stopped trying to hold himself up and hold her wrists down. Both his hands went to her hips to guide into her, and he fell forward onto Kate again, restraining her with his body. Kate's voice got louder now, nearly screaming into the bed as her vision swam. She gasped for breath and finally, Alexander slammed into her one more time, hard, and spurted his cum into her ass. When she really focused on it, she liked to imagine what it would look like, his cream hitting her insides and filling her, coating her, flooding her. But mostly, she just felt his heart race in his chest, she felt his cock flex even bigger, and she felt his hands grip even tighter, sweetly painfully, as if he needed to keep her in place. He did not; she pushed back when she felt this. She wanted it even more.
After a moment, their breathing slowed a bit, and Alexander moved up and off her, but pulling her aside so they were spooning, not wanting to slip out of her quite yet. Kate took deep and desperate breaths of fresh air, and snuggled back against her man, wrapping his arm around her like a blanket. They did not speak for a while. Instead, they lay together calmly and happily as they caught their breath and came down from their high. And finally Alexander started to pull out of her ass, a maneuver that made Kate quite unhappy and she turned her head so he could see her pout.
