Getting married for the Nice Guy was less a question of love as appearences and opportunity. He chose a fine looking carrer woman. Charmed her, and proposed. She travelled a lot on business and during their year long engagement, he had raped three of her friends. Easy and satisfying. One actually told her what had happen. With no proof, his fiance disowned this friend. The Nice Guy raped and killed her later. No loose ends.
The night before his wedding would be a fine celebration. His best man had offered to throw a bachelor party for him, but he begged off, saying he wanted to gather himself for the big day tomorrow.
But he had a party planned, one with one other participatant: The Maid of Honor...
Faith hated going out with the girls. That is why she had turned down going with the bride to be clubbing"one last time." She did not want to be anti-social, it was just so pat and predictiable and a waste of time.
She curled her 5'2" frame on the couch with a book. Besides, it was going to be a long day tomorrow.
She frowned. There was something about her friend's fiance that bothered her. He was nice, too nice...
A knock on the door interupted her thoughts. She opened the door and found herself face to face with the Nice Guy.
"Sorry to bother, you, but can we talk for a while."
Faith looked at him. "It is kinda of late..."
"Just a minute. Last minute jitters.." He smiled.
Faith shrugged. "Sure. come on in."
Faith closed the door, locked it, and found herself suddenly grabbed by the Nice Guy, hand over her mouth, knife to her throat.
"Be good Faith." He took his hand off her mouth. He kissed her neck.
"What..are ..you doing..."
"Raping you."
Faith started to push away. The Nice Guy pressed the knife against her throat. Blade on her jugular. Faith's insides became ice as she felt the sharp blade on her skin.
"Don't make me kill you, Faith."
"Don't...hurt ..me.."
The Nice Guy kissed her cheek. "That is up to you. You are my Bachelor Party tonight, Faith. I want to have a good time."
He grabbed her by the hair.
"Strip, I want you naked."
Faith obeyed. The Nice Guy felt his cock as she exposed herself to him. She was voluptous, curvy.
He dragged her to the coach and sat her down. He grabbed your wrist and pulled them to her ankles. With plastic ties, he lashed them together. He pushed her back on the couch. Faith was now spread and helpless before him.
He kneeled between her legs and began to lick her clit. Faith moaned.
"Please stop. Think of tomorrow. Think of your wife..."
The Nice Guy pinched and twisted Faith's clit until she screamed from the pain. He then placed the knife's blade on her clit.
"I not married yet. And this is a party. Don't ruin the mood." He placed pressure on the knife. "I might do something rash."
"Don't rape me...please." Faith looked up at the Nice Guy with pleading eyes.
The Nice Guy smiled, stood, dropped his pants, and drove his hard cock into Faith.
