A Bride Rolls The Dice

Mrs. Leblanc beamed triumphantly as she fixed her daughter's hair in the mirror. Vanessa Leblanc was stunningly beautiful, her long blonde tresses gathered elegantly on top of her head, looking the picture of youthful purity in her long white wedding gown. Tears of joy came to Mrs. Leblanc's eyes as she thought of her daughter walking down the aisle with Roger Knightly.

Roger Knightly, only son and heir to liquor magnate Louis Knightly, was one of the most eligible bachelors in the county. Plus, he was strikingly handsome, giving even old Mrs. Leblanc's heart a little flutter when he smiled. She had been so proud when Vanessa had announced their engagement. Her old heart had nearly burst!

Many times she and Mr. Leblanc had been close to despair over their daughter's future. Especially when Vanessa had brought home that... hoodlum. What was his name?

Dyson "Diceman" Jenkins. Mrs. Leblanc shivered just thinking of the tall, intimidating black man. How many times had she begged her daughter to stop seeing him? She had lost count. Just when she had given up all hope, Vanessa had broken up with Diceman and met Roger. It was a testament to Roger's good character that he would marry Vanessa, even after she went "slumming" with that disreputable thug.

Now, here she was, helping her daughter prepare for the most important day of her life. She wanted to cry she was so happy, but she knew she had to be strong.

After all, there was a wedding to take care of and the day was far from over.

Just as Mrs. Leblanc was putting the final touches to Vanessa's hair, there was a loud, disruptive knock on the dressing room door.

"Who could that be?" Mrs. Leblanc scampered over to the door, her daughter strangely quiet.

Mrs. Leblanc felt her stomach plummet when she saw Diceman standing there, glaring down at her. He was dressed in blue jeans, sagging so low they left half his boxer shorts exposed, and a white t-shirt that contrasted sharply against his chocolate skin. The frumpy matron gulped air and Diceman smiled broadly behind his menacing goatee.

"Hello, Mrs. Leblack. I've come to see the bride."

"It's pronounced 'Leblanc,'" the old woman scolded, still scandalized by the man's audacity. "And you shouldn't be here!" she blurted out.

"Oh for real?" Diceman adopted a look of mock embarrassment. "I thought I was invited. My bad."

Mrs. Leblanc's face was slowly turning an unseemly shade of red, when she felt her daughter's steady hand on her shoulder.

"Mother. It's OK. I asked Dyson to come."

Mrs. Leblanc's eyes opened wide with shock.

"Please. Let Dyson and I talk and then he'll go."

Mrs. Leblanc felt light headed as her headstrong daughter pushed her firmly into the hall and shut the door behind her.

Vanessa turned angrily as soon as the door was closed.

"What are you doing here?"

"I thought you said I was invited?"

Diceman smirked and Vanessa felt anger flush her body.

"I covered for your ass so my mother wouldn't make a scene," she seethed. "Now tell me what you want."

Diceman eyed the beautiful blonde in the perfect white wedding dress. He couldn't believe this was the same little ho he'd been fucking just a year ago. She looked so prim and proper now, all dolled up in virginal wedding garb, about to become Mrs. Roger Knightly. She was about to climb the social ladder all the way up to the commanding heights of generational wealth, where she could look down on ghetto-dwelling punks like him from behind the tinted windows of a limousine. Before that happened, he wanted to prove to himself, and to her, that she was still the same thot he used to bang all night long while she begged for more. Most of all, he wanted to prove it to Mrs. Leblanc, that racist old bat.

"Dyson! Don't!"

Diceman grabbed the young woman and pulled her forward, strong hands gripping her ass through the cloth of her dress. The glittering engagement ring flashed brightly as she fought against her black ex-boyfriend's massive arms. He pulled her into a tight hug, looking down lustfully at the young bride.

"Come on, Boo! I just want to give you a wedding present."

Diceman's lips smothered Vanessa's and she moaned softly. Her thoughts were confused as her pussy hummed with remembered lust. Diceman's big black hands roamed over the beautiful white wedding dress and she began to submit to his advances.

Diceman pulled his mouth away, looking down at the beaming young bride-to-be. Her face was flushed, her lips parted expectantly, waiting for another kiss. He laughed.

"See, I knew you wanted it, bitch! You always want my big black cock. The only reason you're marrying Roger Fucking Knightly is to make your mama happy!"

Vanessa opened her eyes and, as if just realizing what was happening, began to struggle again.

"That's not true! I'm marrying Roger because I love him!"

"You can't deny what we had, baby!"

"All we had was sex! We didn't have anything else. Roger is good to me. He gives me all that I need!"

"No, bitch! I've got what you need!"

Diceman grabbed the young bride's hand and placed it over the bulge in his jeans. He was hard like the steel barrel of a gun and he rubbed her hand over the entire length.

"You remember this don't you?"

Vanessa gulped.

"I... I forgot how big it was!" she stammered.

"Roger Fucking Littledick can't give you what I got, can he?"

Vanessa said nothing, her face burning with shame, her body burning with something else. She couldn't believe she was standing there, in her wedding dress, rubbing her ex's cock through the fabric of his jeans. Still, she couldn't deny the intense heat that was flooding her body.

She loved Roger. He could give her everything she wanted. But, as she felt that obscenely huge cock, she realized that he could not give her everything she needed.

"No, Dyson... please stop..."

Diceman ignored her pleas, sensing the submission in her voice. He whirled the bride around and pushed her over the dressing table. Vanessa watched in the mirror, helpless with desire as the hulking black man peeled off his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and arms. She heard the zipper on his jeans, then felt his hands pull up the lacy hem of her dress.

"Please..." she pleaded again. "Don't do this..."

Diceman yanked her silk panties violently down over her ass and rubbed the fat, spongy head of his cock against Vanessa's pussy, sliding the slick crown up and down her juicy slit. She was already wet, and from the way she was moaning, Diceman knew the bitch was ready for a good, hard pounding.

"You went out with me to rebel against your momma, didn't you, Boo?" Diceman laughed. "Well, there's nothing more rebellious than letting another man hit on your wedding day!"

Vanessa moaned, squirming back and forth, trying in vain to push the engorged head into her pussy while he continued teasing her with it.

"Do you, Vanessa, take my cock in your pussy?" Diceman intoned, mimicking a wedding officiant with his cadence.

"Please, don't make me say it! Just fuck me if you want, but don't make me say that!"

"Tell me what you want, you little ho, or you don't get this cock!"

Vanessa cried out in frustration, unable to resist the urge inside her fevered cunt. She looked back at her black lover with fire in her eyes and completed the obscene mockery of her wedding vows.

"I do! I do want your cock!"

***

Mrs. Leblanc was thankful the organ music was drowning out the sounds from inside the dressing room. What was Vanessa doing in there?

Before her mind could answer her own question, she saw a sight that almost made her faint. Roger Knightly was storming down the hallway, anger contorting his usually handsome face.

"No! Roger, you can't go back there!" Mrs. Leblanc screeched, clutching the matronly string of pearls hanging from her neck.

Roger looked down at his bride-to-be's mother, his eyes narrow with determination.

"I heard that bastard is back here and I want to give him a piece of my mind!"

Roger tried to muscle through, but Mrs. Leblanc blocked the way with her pudgy body. She might not be able to stop her daughter from making the biggest mistake of her life, but at least she could try to stop it from becoming a public disgrace.

"Roger, I don't know what you are talking about! Dyson's not here! But, I do know that it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!"

Roger looked as if he might force his way through, but then his jaw relaxed and his muscles slowly unclenched.

"You didn't see him?"

Mrs. Leblanc shook her head, unable to conjure up a second lie to her future son-in-law. Roger turned and walked back down the hallway to the sanctuary. Mrs. Leblanc made the sign of the cross and breathed a sigh of relief.

***

It would have definitely been bad luck if Roger Knightly had entered the dressing room at that moment. He would have seen his beautiful blonde bride bent over the dressing table, her white wedding dress hiked up over her ass, her big black ex-boyfriend pounding her furiously from behind.

"Oh, yeah, slut! That's a good girl, give me that white pussy!"

"You're soooo big! Fuck! I forgot how good your fucking cock feels!"

Diceman grinned as he heard the pretty young blonde in the pure white dress spewing obscenities as he fucked her doggystyle, his pelvis slapping wetly against her cute little ass.

"That's right, baby! Take that fucking dick! I want you to remember this big black cock when you're with that whiteboy tonight!"

Diceman gripped Vanessa's white ass with thick black fingers and pulled her back hard against his advancing cock, ramming even deeper into her quivering body. Vanessa groaned as she felt his huge, unprotected cock penetrate deep into her belly. As she felt his enormous muscle throb inside of her, she remembered she wasn't on the pill anymore. She had wanted to start her family with Roger as soon as possible after the wedding. Now, she might be giving him a black baby!

"Dyson...please...don't cum in my pussy! I'll swallow it for you, baby! Just don't cum in inside of me!"

"No way, slut! I'm going to give you a wedding present that keeps on giving!"

Diceman doubled his efforts, his cock slamming into the young bride's cunt with awesome speed and strength. Waves of pleasure burst in her pussy. Vanessa looked in the mirror at her street tough black boyfriend slamming into her wanton body. The white wedding dress seemed like a lie as she realized she would never be a pure, innocent bride.

But the pleasure overtook her completely, until she could think of nothing besides the pleasure Diceman gave her with every stroke of his black monster. She closed her eyes and gripped the dressing table; intense sensations wracked her pale body into submission.

"Oh! Gawwwd! Dyson! I'm cumming! Don't stop! I'm cummmming!"

"So am I, bitch! I'm finna cum inside you! Gonna give you my wedding present. Fuck yeah!"

Dyson Jenkins slammed balls deep in his ex-girlfriend's sweet white pussy. He moaned as his cock exploded with hot, potent seed, spewing into her helpless womb. The young bride shivered in fear and spent desire, held up between Diceman's chiseled body and the fragile dressing table.

Finally, Diceman's cock began to recede and he pulled it out of Vanessa's body. He sneered down at the abused woman and watched as cum dripped between her swollen cunt lips and down her legs.

"Clean my cock, bitch." He said it so casually, like it was the kind of thing he said all the time.

When Vanessa was done, her make up was wet and running, and Diceman's enormous cock was glistening with her spit. He pulled up his jeans and turned to leave.

"I hope you and Roger enjoy the gift!"

Mrs. Leblanc said nothing as Diceman left, ignoring the wink he gave her as he zipped up his jeans. Mrs. Leblanc began to breathe again as she watched the black man leave the church, his ass hanging out of his low-slung jeans.

She stood at the door, wondering if she should go into the room. Finally, she took a deep breath and entered, prepared for anything she might see.

The room was in order, her daughter sitting at the dressing table, attempting to fix her hair, which had come loose from its pins.

"Here, let me help you."

Mrs. Leblanc came up behind her daughter and replaced the pins in her hair. For the first time, she noticed a tiny tattoo behind her ear in the shape of a die. Horrified, she looked at her daughter's face in the mirror and wanted to cry at what she saw there, but she had to be strong. After all, there was a wedding to take care of and the day was far from over.