Hi Guys and Gals! I've reposted this submission, partly to see it as it was originally written, and to confirm that the new posting looks right when published.
I didn't realise the end of a line generated a line spacing when published on Literotica, and so I hope it makes it easier to read.
I still welcome comments, good and bad!
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Teresa Gatting bathed, after rising in the morning, the morning of her wedding day.
She lay there luxuriating in a bubble bath, dreaming of her honeymoon. When she was married her new husband and her, were going to a tropical paradise, for two weeks, and she couldn't wait.
She had risen early, that morning, filled with thoughts of her future life. Teresa was marrying into a rich family, and her future husband was accustomed to the finer things in life.
She was a beauty, nice firm body, shapely legs firm taught large breasts, and long blonde hair.
He own family, although not as well off, lived a comfortable lifestyle.
Teresa had felt a little despondent, when she found out how little she would have to do with the actual planning of the wedding. It was left mostly to her future husband's mother, a wealthy socialite in her own right. As the wedding planning developed, she discovered more and more, that she was more of a participator, who had no say in the activities, other than what gown she would wear. It suited her, she had no pressure, other than choosing her bridesmaids, and attire.
As Teresa sat, after bathing, she perused the brochure where she would be honeymooning. Teresa pottered about, all morning, until about two and a half hours before she was due at the Church.
Not expecting visitors, she was surprised, when someone knocked on the door.
When she opened the door, she stood in the entrance, looking at a Man in a black uniform, and peaked cap. She also saw a limo, parked outside her home.
"Your limo," the driver said. "What are you doing here?" she asked, infuriated, "You're early, two fucking hours early, asshole, you're booked for two thirty." "Well if I go back, you'll not get the limo to your wedding," he threatened.
"Sit down, and wait then, I'll get ready now," she said gruffly. It made sense, so she didn't think anything of it, and walked into the bedroom.
As she began getting ready, the limo driver, began questioning her behind the closed doors. "Why are you on your own, why aren't your bridesmaids here?" "Because I live on my own, stupid," she replied. "Yeah but isn't anyone coming to help you get ready?" he shouted through the door. "I don't need anyone," she answered, getting irritated at his questioning. "Yeah, but what about the Bloke who's giving you away, isn't he riding with you?" he shouted. "For fucks sake, no, no ones coming, no ones here," she replied irritated.
The limo driver was bent down, looking through the keyhole, spying her naked, sat in front of the mirror, on the dressing table. He was rubbing his cock, as he watched her applying her make up. The limo driver then said, "I'm just going to check the car, won't be long." "Thank fuck," she whispered, but loud enough for him to hear, as he was close to the door.
The limo driver scanned the room, looking at photographs of Teresa, and other objects in the room. He was sat down, when, eventually she came out from the bedroom, ready for her wedding.
"How do I look?" she asked, swishing her gown. To the limo driver, she was looking radiant in her white wedding gown, very fuckable. Her make up was perfect, her blonde hair immaculately groomed, with ringlets. She was wearing a veil over her head, and as she sat down, she flashed her legs, she was wearing white stockings, and white high heels. "Very nice, you look beautiful, some ones going to be proud to have you," he exclaimed.
They sat in silence, until he phone rang, and Teresa got up, saying "Just going to fetch my mobile phone." She came back in, reading the text messages, and smiling.
As she walked past the seated limo driver, Teresa Gatting felt the limo driver's hand on her backside, rubbing her, up and down. She spun round to face him, snarling at him, "Keep your fucking hands off me, fucking pervert," she retorted.
Teresa stepped back in confusion, as the limo driver stood up, and came close to her.
He grabbed her, and Teresa gave a yelp of surprise, at the same time dropping her mobile phone, as they began to grapple. She struggled with him, protesting loudly, "Get the fuck off me." "You're a dirty mouth Bitch, let's see how dirty it can get?" he growled. She screamed, and he slapped her across the face, and as she reached up, and rubbed the stinging flesh. He then picked her up, kicking and screaming, carrying her like a Bride over the threshold, into her bedroom, and threw Teresa onto the bed.
The limo driver leapt on top of her, and she was immediately immobilised, under his weight.
Teresa screamed out louder, but the limo driver gagged her with the palm of his hand. "Scream again, you fucking Whore, and the next time your husband to be sees you, it'll be at the fucking Morgue," he threatened. Whimpering, softly she pleaded with him to, "Let me go."
The limo driver reached into his pocket, and pulled out a handcuff. He grabbed her wrist, and seeing what he'd got in his hand, began struggling. He was having difficulty getting the cuff on her wrist, as she fought and kicked.
She hit him in the back, with her knee, and fought to keep from locking the cuff to her wrist. Finally, he had it secured, and pulled her arm, with all his strength, high above her, towards the bed head, and secured her to the rail.
"Get the fuck off me," Teresa screamed, twisting her hips, her hand held tightly above her head. She couldn't go anywhere, now, and taking another cuff from his other pocket, easily secured her other wrist to the bed. Teresa was still fighting, twisting and turning, and still kneeing him in the back. He moved down her body, putting his weight on her legs, rendering her totally immobile.
The limo driver pulled her wedding gown down, over her breasts, to her waist, and then did the same to her strapless bra, exposing her luscious breasts. Helpless, fastened to the bed, laid on her back, she watched him while he explored her body with his hands, and mouth. Teresa's flesh felt soft, but firm, in his hands, as he squeezed her breasts. He mauled her breasts, and squeezed the globes together, as he savaged her nipples with his mouth. With fingers, and thumbs, he squeezed her nipples, watching them harden under his touch.
Teresa screamed as he did so, only to be rewarded by a hard slap across her face. He bent back down, sucking one nipple, and then the other, before moving back to the other one again. Teresa tried to beg him to stop, pleading, "Please don't, don't, let me go, please don't hurt me," as the limo driver continued savaging her breasts.
Wanting more, tiring of mauling her breasts, needing to relive his tension, he got off the bed.
Teresa watched him undress, first taking his jacket off, then his tie and shirt, followed by shoes and socks. He began to unzip his trousers, as she begged, "No, stop, I'm sorry, lets sort this out." Finally, he lowered his trousers, and shorts.
She swallowed hard, and moaned, she knew then, she was going to be raped. Teresa began sobbing, moaning "Please don't, not that," as he climbed back on the bed.
"Give me a blow job," he demanded, rubbing his semi erect cock, and pointing it to her mouth. "Let me go, get the fuck off me, you Bastard," Teresa screamed, twisting her hips, her hands held tightly above her head.
"Bastard," she screamed, as she lifted up, and tried to bite him. "Fucking Whore," he chided, "You'll pay for that," as he climbed back off the bed. The limo driver padded naked out of the room, and moments later, came back with a automobile jump starter power pack.
As soon as he climbed back onto the bed, he placed the power pack beside her. Teresa turned her head, to look at it, wondering what he wanted it for. He forced her head back to him, and kissed her, smudging her lipstick.
The pair of panties she was wearing, before she got changed, were still on the bed.
He clutched them, and stuffed them into her mouth. The limo driver, then asked, "Are you going to give me a blow job?" Teresa shook her head, and tried to grunt, "No."