Warning: This story contains non-consentual sex and drugging and is a work of fiction. Rape and drugging is wrong and illegal
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Marriage, isn't it every girl's dream? Well, at least it's mine and today, my dream came true.
Yep, I got married, to a 6'2, black haired, dark eyed white man who never tires of telling me just how lucky he is to have me.
What girl doesn't marry that?!
Music and laughter tickled my ears in the most pleasurable ways, bringing forth a happiness I didn't know I had in me.
Or it could be the shots of tequila burning my stomach.
Alex and I decided to have a child free, open bar reception so everybody could drink until they literally dropped.
The shots hadn't stopped coming since the first one I took and right now, my body was buzzing and I was just about ready to get slutted out.
As kind and tender as my husband was, our sex life was filled with sparks and passion that never seized to blow my mind. It was almost like he could read my body
"Stop dancing like that, you're making all the men hard" the husky baritone of my husband rang in my ears, causing the fire between my legs to burn hotter.
His hands running down the deep v of my lacy wedding dress. I pushed back into him, grinding my soft ass against his hardened dick.
"Fuck!" he moaned into my ear, sending shivers down my spine and pleasurable sparks up my burning pussy.
I turned around and looked into his eyes, dark brown eyes raging with lust. "I only need one man hard for me for the rest of my life" I said, wrapping my hands around his neck.
His hands snaked around my narrow waste to my plump bottom, squeezing the soft pillows with his big rough hands.
"I think it's time we disappeared" he whispered, making my stomach tingle with anticipation.
I already knew what was waiting for me and I couldn't wait for the toe curling pleasure that was waiting for me.
He called me his Ebony Goddess, standing at 5'4, curvy body with hips and an ass that never failed to turn heads. My boobs standing firmly on my chest, 34D mellons that always bounced with my every step, defying gravity with ease.
My body was glorious but my face was definitely my biggest flex. A round face with almost shaped eyes, a button nose and small full lips Alex loved wrapped around his beautiful 7 inches of glory.
I had a large mass of raven curls on my head that was currently styled into a neat low bun.
And my best feature was my beautiful, flawless brown coat that literally shined in the sun.
Alex always praised my beauty and he loved showing me off, to his family, friends, colleagues, you name it, he never missed a chance to gloat about the baddy he bagged and I loved it. A man that wasn't ashamed or afraid to show his treasures was a man that knew no one could steal it.
"I like that idea" I said, giving him what I knew was a drunken smile.
"Two more shots and I'll give you the time of your life" he said and I nodded instantly, though his words registered a second later.
I was already drunk off my ass but drunken sex with Alex was heaven and what better way to end my night, right?
I didn't know where they came from, all I knew was that I had a shot in my hand and my husband was telling me to drink.
I downed the glass quickly, only to have it replaced with another and that went the same way.
My throat felt unbearably hot but i didn't have a chance to let it cool as another shot was forced down my throat.
"You ready baby?" he asked and I felt myself get picked up.
I couldn't bring myself to respond, it felt like my mind was moving in slow motion and all I could do was feel the burning sensation spreading across my body.
