The Wedding Boutique

It was a Thursday, a month before my wedding date. I had arrived at the wedding boutique to get my final alterations on my gown. The staff was incredible as always. From the moment I entered I was ushered around and waited on, hand and foot. I remember that day like it was yesterday. The clerk even remembered my name as I entered.

"Hi Emma, welcome back!" The young woman excitedly remarked.

I'd just come from the gym, I was honestly almost militant about my weight. The dress was going to fit perfectly even if it killed me. I'd showered and put up my hair at the gym but it was honestly just a hasty ponytail. I just needed to get through this, I was starving and needed to eat.

"Right this way Emma... let's get you fitted." A warm invitation from the manager.

The manager then took me by the arm, I was ushered to the back room and instructed to strip down to my panties and heels so we could take final measurements. I happily complied and neatly piled my gym clothes and shoes on the chair. Inside my duffel bag I'd brought my white heels and bridal lingerie to ensure the perfect fit, under my dress.

I took my time ensuring the designer white lacy panties with a thong back, thin white stockings with side straps, and my brand new Louboutin heels sat exactly right. I couldn't believe how sexy I looked. I stepped onto the platform the sat in front of three connected mirrors, allowing me a good view of my front and side profiles. I'm not sure if it was the cool air or just loving how good looked but almost instantly my nipples had swollen hard and were throbbing.

Finally the alterations/dress designer came in, Daniel was so fun and sweet. Immediately he went to work and had me laughing and joking. Everything seemed to be going so perfectly when I heard a tear. His face showed his panic and I couldn't help but do the same. He quickly removed the dress, his fingers working quickly yet deliberately.

"Don't worry... give me a minute, I'll be right back. Just... s-stay right there, sweetheart" Daniel said, his voice stressed.

A moment later he was gone. I couldn't help it, the stress and anxiety were almost crushing. I could feel tears beginning to well up. Now considering if I should call my fiancé, Tyler, I heard the door creak open. my heart raced, Hoping Daniel was already back. I looked over and heard a new voice.

"Oh... excuse me missy... just came to empty the trash." The kind low tone was calming, from the stranger.

The voice came from an older man, around his late fifties, African-American, wearing some slacks and a white button up shirt with a black tie. He stood in the door way seemingly asking for permission to come in. I felt odd saying no despite my C cup bust being on display, along with my bridal lingerie.

"Oh... um, please feel free to come in. It's ok... I'm waiting for Daniel anyways" I awkwardly replied.

This was only adding to my panic. My cheeks felt hot as I'm sure they became bright red. My hands slowly shifted to cover my breasts and pussy, I didn't want it make it any weirder but my hands moved without even thinking.

The older-gentleman came in, seemingly taking his sweet time. He strolled around and began to empty the small receptacles into a slightly larger one. I sniffled softly and took breath, obviously catching the man's attention. i felt his gaze looking up at me as he worked.

"Everything... ok, young lady?" he asked in a warm soft tone.

It felt genuine and sweet as he moved closer. He moved slow, almost like he was approaching an unfamiliar dog. yet his eyes were devouring my backside.

"Oh.. y-yeah there's something wrong with my dress.. I'm sure it's fine." I said, struggling to sound like a believed it.

There was a frog in my throat and it was getting worse now that i was thinking about my dress again. I took a deep breath and felt the man's presence as he stood right beside me. He wanted to comfort me it seemed.

"Oh, well these people here are good at what they do.... Uh did you know your strap is undone?" He said inquisitively shifting his head down.

I looked down and saw the strap that was supposed to connect my lingerie to my stockings had come undone. Before I could move the man had slipped his glasses from his head to his eyes. Suddenly I felt the other hand, his fingers lightly clenching the back of my thigh just under my ass.

"Let me get that for ya" He said a bit louder with a matter of fact tone.

I could feel myself uncomfortably looking around the room and back down at him. His hand felt dry and rough yet warm as he leaned in closer, his breath splashing against my leg. His dark complexion was a stark contrast to my pale skin. the other hand came down from his head and began pulling the strap up as he examined the clasp. I was about to tell him I'd take care of it, my hands instinctively lowering when he cut me off, mid sentence...

"Oh, I can do th-" I chirped.

His voice seemed to boom over mine. He'd begun tugging at the stockings and pulling down at my panties.

"Aren't you a bit young to be gettin hitched young lady?" the stranger said sternly,

almost like a father.

I don't know why I felt compelled to answer, rather than just fix my strap myself.

"N-No... I'm 21, I've had a long... long time to think about... this." I argued feeling slightly insecure.

I thought my words came out confident as I was trying to convince the man of it. He however, didn't seem to care. I could see he was becoming a little frustrated as the small clasp wouldn't seat. He shook his head and suddenly I felt his hand slide up into the crevice of my inner thigh. The top finger seemed to pivot as he held me. My body and mind were completely unprepared for this. The whole right side of my body was instantly tingling as I broke out in goosebumps, leaving my nipples throbbing as I drew in a sharp breath.

"Almost got it" He mumbled, focusing on the strap.

My hands were now cautiously floating over his. My stomach tightened as I tried to shake off the tingling. I took a breath and sighed out before I spoke again.

"I got...it... I..." I said softly, though i meant to sound more stern.

He didn't seem to hear me. His voice piping up again as he jerked at the panty clasp making the right side of the waist band slide a couple inches down. My heart skipped a beat and both of my hands immediately moved to the center, front and back of my panties and pinched them in place.

"See I'm 62... even I'm too young for marriage sweetie" the man chuckled to himself

I shook my head not finding the humor.

"N-no... love is ready when it's ready." I disputed like an emotional teen.

Just as the words slipped off my tongue, his finger shifted. The knuckle down to the fingertip slid inward from the crevice. I felt it slide along the outer of edge of my panties tickling the skin, so close to my pussy. I gasped, the muscles in my ass, lower back, and thigh tensing up. At this point an erotic tingling buzzed along my pussy and up my spine.

"No... no... you just need to get you some more experience, honey." He said firmly in fatherly tone.

I shook my head, harder this time. I wasn't thinking clearly though. I wanted to argue the point but now his finger was dangerously close to my pussy. I needed to say something, Was he doing this on purpose?

Suddenly he jerked my panties again, The silky material easily slipped from between my fingers and slid another inch or so down. Not enough to expose my pussy but the cloth patch that was supposed to be snuggly pressed against my slit was now sagging, dangling from the thong back which was still tucked between my ass cheeks.

"That's it! Now lemme get you right" He said abruptly.

My fingers were now fumbling with my panties as my mouth struggled to say words.

"I... w-wa uh s-st" I struggled against my own tongue, trying to think and speak.

His finger masterfully slipped into the gap between my pussy and panties. I immediately felt it dragging along my bare slit, pulling my lips open with a small amount of pressure. Instantly a sharp sensation erupted along my pussy. My clit throbbed in response and I felt my bodies natural lube building inside me. My right hand grabbed over top of his wrist and clenched it, i was almost incapable of speaking.

"You ok?" He questioned mockingly.

His finger shifted back, touching the wetness at the entrance to my pussy, Then he spread the lube through my neat folds until he arrived at my clit, sending a burst of erotic energy shooting through me. My upper torso sank forward as I bent at the waist. My left hand reaching out pushing into the mirror for balance.

"Young lady... are you ok?" He said loudly, almost as if he was sincere.

His rough fingertip, drenched in my lube, passed over my clit. Then again and again and again. It felt insanely good and it was apparent this was a skill he'd developed over a long life. My thighs and calf's were starting to tremble as my fingernails were digging into his wrist. My chest began swaying up then down, while I whimpered and groaned.

"Oh I see... almost there darling... just hold that pose." he said much softer now.

His demeanor never seemed to change. He was calm and focused, he simply continued on his mission. The pace of his finger, rubbing my clit, slowly increased yet the sounds of my wet pussy seemed to grow rapidly. I felt a new sensation unlike anything I'd felt before. A massive orgasm growing in my guts. My legs went from tremble to full on shaking. Without missing a beat, the older man shifted his shoulder under me. The hand that had been fiddling around with my strap then came around, gripping my ass firmly and spreading my ass cheeks as his thumb tip began to tease my entrance, pushing ever so gently into my soaked tight ring. The motion made a lewd sucking sound every time he did it.

"Oh god... oh my.. nnhhg... god!" I moaned desperately.

Feeling my body settling into his shoulder. I let go of his wrist, using the hand to cover my mouth as I let out a scream. Then, I lost control and started to cum on his fingers, my body spasming and jerking deeper and harder than Id ever experienced before. My toes curled in my heels and my vision blurred.

"See... I told you, you just needed some experience young lady" He said in a proud voice.

His words bounced in my head, the deep spasms still gripping me for a few more seconds. I couldn't believe this man, I'd never cum like that. Never and so... quickly it was so unbecoming.

"Shhh... now... let's finish fixing you uh?" He grumbled.

He then lifted me slightly. His hands gripping me and leaving me bent towards the mirror. I watched my chest expand and collapse as my mind relaxed, still horny and sensitive as hell. I'd assumed he was going to connect my clasp. It was over...

"That's right, breathe sweetie" He ordered.

I heard him, Then a subtle thud came as his pants hit the floor. I took a deep breath and turned my head back. The platform I was standing on suddenly thumped twice, shifting as he stepped onto it behind me. Just as his mature face came into view, I felt his hand on my head, twisting it back towards the mirror.

"Plenty to look at right there" he said chuckling.

My eyes took a moment then focused into the mirror. I could see him looking down, my bridal thong was slipping from my ass as he slid it down my thighs. Then I saw it, his lengthy thick cock was dangling down between my legs. I felt myself swallow audibly as he began stroking it. I closed my eyes, i wanted to say no but I couldn't. I wanted it...

"Just breathe baby girl" he whispered as if preparing me.

then I felt the fat head. Slowly he rubbed it into my slit. Pushing the tip against my soaking wet pussy lips. First I gave him a labored grunt, then a whimper. He knew he was fucking with my head. The cocks tip then began to grind into my throbbing clit. I couldn't hold back the moan. My right hand quickly clutched my mouth again.

"Here it comes, sweetie" He warned.

I heard him say it as one of his rough hands took hold of my ass and spread my cheeks so he could watch. The head pushed against my aching wet slit. I could feel the pressure building as he pushed the fat head harder against me. He was so big. All I could do was bite my lip, clutching my mouth with my hand as I squealed until finally he sank into me.

"Oh my my.... You are a tight little thing" he growled.

Then he began work his fat cock back and forth. Pushing deeper and deeper inside my walls till he was in my guts. By that time I was breathing fast and hard, a flurry of squeaks and squeals competing with my palm. My weakening legs were doing their best, struggling to keep me up in my heels. I guess he knew that too. I felt his hands pull both of my arms back, pinching my elbows together behind me. His other hand then clasped my mouth as he arched my back, pulling me towards him.

"Experience, baby girl" he grunted.

The words brushing against my ear. I whimpered in response, looking at us both in the mirror. Then he began to thrust. Short rhythmic thrusts came first. My body jerking and my boobs bouncing softly. That didn't last long. He began to go harder and harder. The sound of his cock sliding in and out was slowly drowned out as he began to clap his hips into my ass. He was so deep it hurt but with an intense pleasure that consumed me. I'd never felt anything like it.

"Oh fuck... you keep that up I'm gonna have to give in" He moaned.

I felt the words on my ear. His head games were so damn good. I couldn't control it if wanted to. My pussy was clenching involuntarily. I'd never been this wet either, I could feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs as he clapped my ass. I was moaning and squealing in desperation, til I couldn't hold back. I started to scream into his palm.

"Cum... let it go... cum, slut." he ordered, like a general commanding a soldier.

He demanded it and I couldn't help but comply. Deep contractions wrenched my gut, the rest of my body spasming and trembling as I came on his cock. The sight of us fucking in the mirror faded away as my eyes rolled into my skull. My screams stopped completely now as my breathing halted in orgasm.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" He growled in a higher tone.

His cock slammed inside me one last time, twitching and bouncing in my walls. Then I felt him let loose. A massive warmth consumed my pussy. I knew what it was but it felt so good as he filled me. Time seemed to pause, his rapid breathing was all I could hear.

"Now... you know more" he gasped.

He spoke out of breath. Then, His cock slid out of me and the box shifted again as I felt my body released. Immediately I slumped into the mirror, his cum oozing from my gaping pussy. Quickly, I felt it dripping down my right thigh.

I heard him shuffle around the room, then the door open and closed. I felt paralyzed, his warmth was dripping further down my thighs as I steadied myself. When Daniel returned, the look on his face told me he knew, That everyone in the building knew. He told me to come back in a couple days and everything would be ready.

I simply agreed and left the boutique, head down, practically limping to my car.