Susan Hendricks and the Wedding Party
Susan stood before the group and was beaming from ear to ear; "I just want to start out by saying I've had this fantasy completed several weeks ago and had to do it then because of the timing of the event. I don't want to give it all away, but would like to add my personal thanks to T.J. Holmes who assisted me in my fantasy, so without further ado, here is my fantasy."
The large screen came to life and Susan stood before the camera; "Welcome ladies I wanted to let you know about my fantasy. Before becoming a newscaster I was a wedding planner, it helped me through college while looking for a news station to take me. I had good connections and when you see who my clients are, well just wait and see. Hope you enjoy it!"
The screen went black and when it came up Susan was seated behind a desk. There were three people seated across from her. The group of women in the room sucked in their breath and began to murmur when they saw who it was.
Seated across from Susan were Hillary, Bill and Chelsea Clinton! Susan began; "Well I am honored that you have chosen me to play your daughter's wedding. We'll need to have several meeting to discuss all of the different aspects of the wedding."
And so it went on and on they all had input about the wedding and when all was concluded they agreed to meet next week for the dress fitting and a couple of other details. When Bill stood and shook Susan's hand his finger caressed the back of her hand and gave a little squeeze and he leered at her.
Susan squeezed back and her thumb rubbed the back of his hand.
Both Hillary and Chelsea hugged her and thanked her for all of her help. As they left the screen when black and when it came back up, Bill, Chelsea and Susan were seated in the upstairs bedroom of Chelsea. There were rack upon racks of gowns; many were on the floor as Chelsea went from one to another.
Bill was getting frustrated, but kept his eyes trained on Susan.
She was wearing a hip length white cashmere pullover thin sweater. It had a cowl neckline and whenever she bent over she gave Bill a good view of her unencumbered breasts. She was surprising large for her petite size. She had a short black velour skirt on and matching boots that were driving Bill crazy. She had an unbelievably tiny ass, but still shapely and tight under that tiny skirt.
Susan moved over to Chelsea and picked up an off the shoulder dress and it was lily white with lace across the bodice and the skirt flared out to hide Chelsea's bubble butt, she got that feature from her mother. Placing it up against Chelsea she smiled; "Chelsea, I think this would look fantastic on you. If it's too little on top we can layer it with some see through lace and nylon, what do you think?"
Chelsea smiled from ear to ear, I like it, can we try it on?"
"Sure, slip out of that one and we'll give it a shot."
Chelsea dropped the other dress, dressed now in a tiny thong, garter belt, white stockings, high heels and a modest white lace bra, Bill took in the lush figure of his blushing bride daughter and his cock began to stiffen.
Chelsea noticed the growing bulge in her daddy's lap and she bit her lower lip and stepping into the dress, pulled it up and it fit her perfectly, except it looked weird with Chelsea wearing a bra in the shoulder-less dress.
Susan stood back and shook her head back and forth.
Chelsea looked back at her; "What, I thought it looks fabulous, what's that matter Susan?"
"I just can't get the full affect with those silly bra straps showing. What do you think Mr. President?"
Bill shot her a surprised look, licking his lips he looked from Chelsea and back to Susan. "Well first of all, like I said before, in private please call me Bill, okay? Second I agree with both of you, Chelsea it looks incredible on you, but like Susan said, I just can't get the full affect with that bra on. Just look it shows just above the bodice and those straps, I just don't know!"
Chelsea knew what Bill was doing and she liked where this was going. She promised her mother to quit fucking him seeing she was getting married, bur he looked so boyish right now and she just wanted to cup his face in her palms and rain kisses all over his face and shove his face in-between her full firm tits.
Turning her back to Susan she swept her long ash blonde hair from her back; "Susan could you please unzip me and take my bra off. I guess both of you are right, I need to see what it would look like on my wedding day."
Susan came up behind her and her fingers were shaking, she had done this several times today, but the tone in the room had turned sexual and the tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Gripping the zipper tab, she pulled it down and Chelsea's arms came up and held the dress up.
Suisan's slim fingers popped open the bra clasps and as it slackened she slipped the straps from Chelsea's shoulders and reaching around she briefly cupped her full firm breasts and giving them a slight squeeze she pulled it away from her high riding breasts. Over her shoulder she could see the natural milk white breasts. There were several blue veins running through the large white mass and her eyes were drawn to the bright pink areoles and even darker pink stiff nipples. Her mouth watered as Chelsea quickly bought the material of the dress back up and adjusting the dress she turned her face back towards Susan.
Their eyes locked on one another and as Chelsea licked her full slightly open lips she whispered; "Could you please zip me back up Susan?"
Susan didn't realize she was holding her breath and when she let it out, it bathed Chelsea's bare shoulder and half bare back. It caused Chelsea to shiver and lean back against Susan.
Once the dress was zipped up, Susan's slim hands slowly slipped around the gossamer material and her hands rested on Chelsea's ample hips. She drew her tighter against her and she could feel her nipples tighten and bore into the bare flesh of Chelsea's back.
Susan heard Chelsea let out a little gasp and she slowly turned her face back towards Susan. There was a brief pause as their eyes looked deep into each other's eyes and Susan cupped Chelsea's face and her lips slowly descended on the full puffy slightly open lips of Chelsea's.
There was a louder moan deep in Chelsea's throat as the kiss grew and became more feverous.
Chelsea's tongue slipped out and licked around the red full lips of Susan's. She caught her tongue and sucked on it and drew it into her mouth. Her hands came up and as she twisted around she ran her fingers through the thick silky mass of Susan's corn silk blonde hair.
This brought a moan from Susan's throat as the kiss grew even mover intense. When the kiss ended both of them were out of breath and were gasping for air. She ran her fingers through Chelsea's ash blonde hair and her hand caressed her cheek. Suddenly she was awoken from the intense trance the two of them were experiencing. Her eyes darted towards Bill and her eyes shot open wide.
Bill was staring at the two women before him. His huge cock was sticking out of his trousers and he was stroking it up and down very slowly. He caught her eye and smiled; "Don't stop Susan, get my daughter really, really hot so I can fuck her one last time before she gets married. I'd love to fuck that tiny ass of yours too, if you would let me!"
Susan turned back to Chelsea and she smiled back at Susan; "I'm game if you are. You got me so fucking hot with those unencumbered tits swaying back and forth under that soft top of yours. Hell my mouth has been watering for the past half hour just hoping to get my lips around those stiff nipples. Daddy just look how they stick out from her blouse, don't you just want to suck in them and see how she reacts?"
"Mmmm, oh yes baby doll, pull her top up so I can see those tits of hers! I can't wait to have both of you kneeling before me sucking on my cock!"
Susan turned towards Chelsea and raising her arms allowed Chelsea to pull the top up and over her head. She shook her head and her silky blonde hair cascaded about her shoulders and rested on the tops of her ultra-firm tits.
Chelsea's hands immediately cupped the twin mounds of firm flesh. Her thumbs flicked back and forth across the cherry red nipples. Her alabaster breasts stood high with tiny dime sized aureoles and tiny stiff nipples the size of Chelsea's fingertips. Seeing they were so tiny, they were extra sensitive with the nerve ending compressed in a smaller space.
Susan rolled her head back, her mouth was gaping open and she bit on her lower lip as she tried to stifle the moan deep in her throat. Her eyes shot open when she felt Chelsea's lips suck in one of the stiff nipples and she tugged at the other one. Her tongue lapped around and around the turgid tip and caused her hips to jerk and fuck the air between the two of them.
Chelsea moved to the other nipple and sucked on that one. The other one was dripping with her saliva and it was crowned with Chelsea's red lip gloss.
The two of them slowly slipped to the floor and were kneeling before one another. Susan's fingers were combing through Chelsea's long ash blonde hair. She suddenly felt her head being turned to one side and she was now staring at a near naked Bill Clinton. His huge cock bobbed up and down before her and as if in a trance she lowered her lips to his cock. She opened wide as Bill gripped her head and shoved forward shoving half of his huge cock into her mouth.
Bill looked down at her and she saw the lust in his eyes, he gripped her head firmer and started fucking her face as if it was a cunt.
Chelsea pulled her mouth off Susan's saliva covered tits; "Susan don't you just love the way he fucks your mouth. He does it with such authority and makes you feel like his cock was made for your mouth and your mouth only!"
Susan's eyes darted towards Chelsea and tried her best to nod as her dark blue eyes were watering from the intense fucking Bill was giving her mouth and throat.
He pulled out and Susan gasp for breath, ribbons of saliva drooled out of her mouth and settled on Susan's shining tits, still coated with Chelsea's saliva.
Susan turned to Chelsea; "We better get you out of that dress, it is a Vera Wang and if you get saliva or cum on it your mother will have a fit. We surely don't want it coated like Monica's dress, now do we?"
Chelsea laughed and turned her back towards Susan, lifting her long blonde hair she whispered out; "Please unzip me; you're right, my mother would have a fit if we stained this forty thousand dollar dress. By the way where is mother?"
