It was the night before her wedding and our girl Lauren was fucking her soon-to-be new husband in the ass, and Bruce was loving every minute of it.
"Oh God woman give it to me! Yes! Fuck me! Stretch my ass out!" he shouted as she pounded him.
The past few months had been a whirlwind of events for her.
Let's see here: she got engaged to Gotham City's most eligible bachelor Bruce Wayne, got the top broadcast journalist job she'd been after, and found out the man she was set to be married to is one of the most infamous crime fighters ever. That's pretty much everything in a nutshell.
In the months leading up to their nuptials, Bruce had spoiled her beyond rotten. Not that she minded mind you.
She sold her penthouse and moved into the enormous Wayne Manor with her beau. Upon moving in that's when he showered her with gifts.
They turned four of the 28 bedrooms into a closet for her things. She received her own collection of exotic cars, high-end designer shoes, accessories, and clothing, vacations all over the world, and all the toys, gadgets, and DVDs that a sexual deviant could ever want. Let us not forget that she was given a bank account that could cause Fort Knox to overflow. It was all too good to be true.
Did I mention that sex with this man was off the chain? No? Well the sex was always hot and heavy. Bruce loved to make her moan and scream. He loved using her toys against her, not that she had a problem with all that. If anything he loved it when she used them on him even more than he loved using them on her.
It wasn't always like that mind you. It started out as a curiosity to him, then it grew into a secret fantasy of his that he wanted to have come true. One that she had unleashed a few months prior to the night before they had gotten married.
As a matter of fact she had woke up and caught him using her favorite 10" dildo in his ass one night.
Let me take you back to when she discovered his secret fantasy......
So, there she was one afternoon, sitting on the terrace trying to figure out seating arrangements for both the wedding and the reception.
"OK so, Mr. And Mrs. Benson will be there. While Mrs Graham and her son Paul are here. But wait, if I Mrs Graham and her son there, where am I gonna put Mr. Wilson and his wife? And let's not forget Mr. Johan and company and Ms. Erickson who just happens to be bringing the kids from the orphanage on the west side of Gotham. And wait! I'm doing all this for his guests, what in the hell am I gonna do with my guests?!" she asked herself
"Ugh! I hate doing this! I told that man I needed a wedding planner! But no he says that I can do this with my eyes closed! And I listened to him!" she fussed.
That's when Alfred walked up with a mocha.
"Troubles madam?" he asked
"Yes my dear sweet darling Alfred. I'm stumped on these damn seating arrangements. Bah! Why does your Master Bruce have to be so frickin' popular and this place so frickin' huge?" she replied with an accompanying sigh.
"Well madam if I knew that answer to that I'd happily share with you. But alas I do not." he answered with a heart warming smile.
"You're a great man Alfred. No wonder you're the best man." she said to him.
He smiled and went back to his usual dusting and polishing up the furniture. She sat there dumbfounded. What was she gonna do?
"Ugh! Ya know what? I'll finish this later. Right now I need to take a bath to calm my nerves." she thought to herself as she finished her mocha.
So off she went to their bedroom. She loved being in this room. It was her favorite place in the whole mansion, besides her closet of course. When she got there she saw her at the time future husband sitting out on their balcony reading the newspaper.
"So, how goes the wedding planning dear?" he asked being a smart ass.
She just glared at him.
"Fuck you Bruce!" she sneered.
He raised an eyebrow, put his newspaper down, stood up and replied "Hmmm you should. It'll make you feel better baby."
He pulled her close and planted her with a knee weakening kiss.
"Mmmmm! Jesus Christ! I love your lips babe. They make me hard as stone.", he said as he ripped her clothes off.
Ooh Lawd! She loved this man to pieces! He made her feel like such a slut. Once she was naked he dropped his pants, pushed her up against the balcony railing, wrapped her legs his waist and took her right then and there. She hung on to him and railing as he pounded her, the sound their bodies made as they fucked drove them both crazy.
"Fuck me Bruce! I need you right now! Make me cum! Yes! Make me feel slutty! I wanna feel slutty! More please! Give it to me!" she begged as he banged her harder.
