The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event.
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"Jilnar Jardaly Fucks the Groom"
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Hiya, guys!
It's your favorite horny, TV news anchor and all-round nymphomaniac, Jilnar Jardaly here. I love it when you guys get all horny and stroke yourselves off over my naughty, slutty sexcapades, so I thought I'd share a brand new one I had only yesterday...
I love fucking men. All men! I don't care if they're fat, skinny, tall, short, young, old, black, white, Asian, married, single, rich, poor... I love them all! But one type I can never ever resist is a man on his wedding day. I love to fuck them right after the ceremony. I love draining everything he's been saving for his new bride for their precious wedding night, so all she ends up getting is my used-up and completely fucked-out leftovers! As you all know, if there's any slut, in this world, who can do that to a man, it's me! Men can barely survive my hot, untamable lust, once I release it! My intense passion can make them lose consciousness and forget where they are, what they were doing or even their own name! But, of course, that never happens to me! I'm always ready to fuck again and again and again... One delicious man after the other... Mmmmmm...
I was at a Television Dubai staff meeting at a hotel, when I became aware of a wedding reception in the function room next-door. Thankfully, our meeting was just ending because my hungry pussy was already twitching and gnawing and starting to get quite wet, knowing somewhere nearby a man had just taken his vows. My tight, insatiable, little slit can smell and sense her prey a mile away! I'm a sexual predator by nature and, when I'm hunting cock, it's my red hot, little snatch who's in charge and makes all the decisions...
I excused myself right after the meeting, headed straight next-door, and looked through the door. I spotted the groom straight away. I always do. It's like I have a sixth sense when it comes to spotting my next target, my next cock, my next load of fresh, hot cum...
To be honest, he was butt-ugly! He was short and fat, with crooked, discolored teeth, thick glasses, bad skin and long straight, oily hair, which was balding on top and in a ponytail! Ewww! It looked like the only sex he ever had was internet sex while playing World of Warcraft! Normally, the mere thought of even being touched by a fugly like that would make me puke! But this one was wearing that little something that drive me crazy with lust... a wedding suit! This was his lucky day!
He was next-to his new wife who, as incredible as it may seem, was even uglier than he was! Oh, this cock-hunt was going to be soooo easy! Within five minutes from now, he'll be fucking me like it was his last night on Earth...
I walked into the room, and straight up to them. Being a well-known TV celebrity has its perks, and one of those perks is being able to crash any party I please, and always being welcomed.
"Good evening," I said, "I just wanted to pop in and congratulate you and your hunky new husband."
"Thanks!" they both said in unison, recognizing me from the television instantly and clearly quite thrilled and honored to receive my blessing.
"May I have a little dance with this big, strong, handsome new husband of yours?" I asked the bride, already sliding my arm through his.
"Well, actually, we haven't had a dance ourselves ye-"
"It's OK, babe!" he interrupted her, his hungry eyes only for me. "We'll have the next one."
"But... but it's our wedding day..." she protested feebly. His attention was so focused on me only. He wouldn't have heard her even if she used a loudspeaker!
As we turned to walk to the dance floor, I looked back her, smiled and mouthed a silent and insincere apology. I made sure she could see me licking my lips, while I was looking at him. The expert cock-huntress had snared and claimed her prey...
A few of the people on the dance floor were pointing at me and whispering to each other. That happens to a lot of us well-known celebrities. A few asked me for the next dance, but I told them I'm only here to dance with this gorgeous groom, which was made him blush more and more each time he heard me say it.
Then, finally, a waltz was playing. At last, my trap was set. No getting away from me now...
"Oh..." he said, looking worried, "I don't really know how to..."
"That's OK, honey," I said reassuringly, "You just let me lead."
I slid and arm around the small of his back and snuggled up nice and close. He was a little shorter than me so I had to lean over a little to whisper in his ear.
"I hope your wife knows how lucky she is," I said, using my most seductive tone. "You really are very cute, you know."
"Really?" he gasped in disbelief.
"U-huh! You remind me of a boy I knew at university. I had such a crush on him," I snuggled up closer and whispered, "But you're way more handsome!"
His eyes may have been glazed over with the look of complete disbelief that any of this was happening, but his mouth was grinning ear-to-ear. I slowly slid my hand down to stroke his big, fat ass. I pulled myself even closer, so he could feel my body gyrating against his. I rubbed my glistening wet pussy against the growing bulge, created by his hardening cock. He was clearly loving that, as he slid his hands down to my ass and pulled me even more tightly against him.
"How about we finish this dance outside?" I said, "We'll be able to feel ...errm... I mean, hear each other a little better."
I held his sweaty hand to lead him outside, letting him press against me the whole way, to conceal from the other guests the fact that he had a huge, aching hard-on. I looked across the room at his new bride who was staring at us with tears forming in her eyes. A couple of older ladies were around her and appeared to be trying to reassure and comfort her. I gave her a big smile, a wink, slowly licked my lips and blew her a kiss. She was learning a lesson that all women eventually learn. Men belong to me... bitch!
Soon we were outside, and I continued to lead him by the hand, his erection rubbing up against me the whole way, until we were quite some way from the building. I slid both my arms around him and stared into his eyes. I moved my face closer to his until and, finally, our lips touched.
"You know why we both came out here," I whispered. "I want it. You want it. Let's do it, honey. I want you to make love to me, here and now. You make me sooo horny. I want to give myself to you as a wedding present. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your beautiful big, hard cock explode inside me. Deep inside me! Have you ever made love to a TV star? This TV star wants you. She wants you sooo much! She wants to be your whore! She doesn't even want to know your name. Don't you want to fuck your whore and get her pregnant, with your baby? Let's give in to our wicked and sinful lust. Mmmmmmm..."
I pressed my mouth against his, and saw his eyes close just before I closed mine. He allowed my probing tongue to enter his mouth (which tasted like wedding cake, cheap champagne and poor dental hygiene). Our tongues were swirling around each other for several seconds, while he groped and clawed at me with trembling, sweaty hands, and rubbing his hard cock against me through our clothes. I got him so horny and worked up by showing him what a dirty slut I am, he was grabbing and dry-humping me uncontrollably now.
I broke away, slipped out of his grasp and started skipping towards the trees.
"If you want it, come and get it!" I teased.
Without thought or hesitation, his primal instincts urged him to give chase. I giggled loudly as I happily skipped along. I soon found a huge tree stump, leveled on top which, as luck would have it, was the same height as my waist.
I bent over the stump, allowing my short skirt to ride up. As usual, I wasn't wearing any panties, so my smooth, hairless pussy and ass were in full view, in the cool evening air.
When the the Cheetos and Krispy Kreme-eating slob finally caught up, sweating and wheezing, he stopped and stared at my exposed lady-parts in silence. He was clearly in a situation the likes of which he had never before been in and had no idea how to handle...
"Well," I purred, sliding my tight little skirt up even further "Don't just stand there. Come and get it, while it's nice and hot!"
His inexperience gave way to his natural, male, animal instincts, and he staggered closer, his gaping mouth drooling, glasses steamed up and his eyes almost popping right out of his head. He pulled an inhaler out from his top pocket and took two big puffs.
"You want me to... ermmm... you know... go down on it... or something?"
