Susan’s White Daddy - White Wedding

The suite smelled like lilies and too much hairspray.

Susan stood in front of the mirror in the white dress. Bodice already laced tight. Skirt pooling around her bare feet. She'd let her friends choose the dress and the underwear. Stupid. The panties were white but cut so high they were basically a strip of lace between her legs, the kind of thing you wear when you want someone to think you're easy. The dress looked expensive on the hanger. On her it looked like it was a dare. Satin pulled hard across her chest so the tops of her breasts pushed up over the neckline. The back clung to her ass whenever she took a step. She looked bridal. She also looked like she was already halfway to getting fucked.

She tried yanking the bodice higher. It just made everything more obvious. The silk and lace felt so good against her pierced stiff nipples. She knew all eyes would be on her.

She could blame the clothes on her friends. All of them little sluts, who loved flirting and gossiping about white men. Yes, it was all in fun, but why did she listen to them. There were plenty of pretty dresses for curvy girls like her. Looking at herself, though, she whispered the real question: after years of hiding that secret plug, why the hell had she put it in this morning? Her ass tightened around it when she closed her eyes.

Someone knocked.

"Come in."

Michael stepped through and shut the door. Jacob's best man. Tall, wide through the shoulders, tight fit around the belt, powerful legs.... and muscular squeezable ass her friends giggled over.... the kind of white guy who looked born to wear expensive suits. He'd been friends with Jake for years, but she'd still been surprised when Jake chose him. Of course all her horny bridesmaids had gotten excited. Even Annie, her married sister, had been flirting with him at the rehearsal dinner. Susan never forgotten that time Annie had visited her at university. She was such a little slut for Soo-Min and her boy friend....

"Michael. Everything okay? Did Jacob send you? You know, you're not supposed to see the bride yet."

He didn't answer right away. He let his eyes feast on his buddy's stunning bride.

"God, Susan. You look gorgeous."

He reached into his jacket and held out a folded piece of paper.

"This is for you."

She took it. The handwriting was familiar but distant. Her stomach dropped before she finished the first line.

Susan,


Happy wedding day.


I've missed watching you.

Michael already knows how to keep a secret if I tell him to.


Be a good girl for him today.

He'll take care of the rest.

Soo-Min

The room got smaller as she clenched around the plug. Her pussy feeling so empty....

She read it twice.

Not today.

She hadn't seen or heard from Soo-Min since university. Soo-Min was supposed to be just a memory she sometimes rubbed to. And now this, handed over by Jacob's best man on her wedding morning.

She looked up.

Michael was wearing a dangerous smile.

"You know her?" Her voice came out thin.

"Yeah, she asked me to give you that." He stepped closer. "And to make sure you still remember she cares about you... and still knows what you need."

WTF, she sent my hot white best-man to fuck me on my wedding day...... She backed up until her thighs hit the vanity. The note was still in her hand. Be a good girl kept looping. She opened her mouth to say something.....

deny it

send him away....

But she had learned not to resist Soo-Min and Michael towered over her. Her legs swayed. The plug felt heavier.

Michael stepped forward with those blue eyes.

Her breath caught. "Michael, I can't. This is my wedding day. Jacob is downstairs. He wanted you to be his best-man! We are taking photos shortly... People are..."

"I know." His thick finger against her lush lips.... shushing her for being silly....

"That's why it has to be now. My instructions are clear."

He put his arms around her waist and let her feel how hard he was. Looking down at her, he smiled.

"I fuck Soo-Min behind her husband's back all the time. She tells me how special you are. She asked me to personally give you her gift, and check if you are getting married with a secret plug in."

Susan went still except for the tremor that radiated through her body. His hands slid down over her ass and found the base of the plug.

"God, Susan. Soo-Min was right. You need a good fuck before you marry Jake."

His hands moved under the silk. She made a small sound of protest that died when he kissed her. Better than any kiss Jacob had ever given her. Then he turned her toward the mirror. She saw herself, Asian bride in white, and behind her the imposing shape of Jacob's best man. His eyes met hers in the glass.

"Soo-Min said you respond best when you can watch."

He had no rush as his hands roamed the bride. She couldn't move. Michael gathered the dress up in careful handfuls until it was bunched at her waist. He dragged the lace panties down her legs, then stood behind her and breathed them in.

"Jesus. You're soaked and smell delicious."

His zipper sounded loud in the quiet. He got himself out, already throbbing hard, and slowly dragged the leaking tip through her. Her pussy was so easy for him. Empty, wet, and needy. She needed to be fucked. She opened so easily for him. After a few strokes he was slick. Susan braced her hands on the vanity. She watched in the mirror as he lined up and pushed in... slow at first, then deeper... opening her while she stared at her own face in a wedding dress. Her pussy was getting stretched and stuffed and he knew how to angle it perfectly.

The sounds she made filled the room. Michael looped the panties around her neck and used them to pull her back onto him. Steady strokes. One hand on her hip, the other controlling the lace at her throat. Then he reached around, and skillfully undid the bodice, and pulled it open. When he unclipped the bra, and her magnificent tits were freed and started to bounce as she saw the heightened hunger in his eyes. She loved how her tits looked, how they performed, how they jiggled, how they felt putting on a show. And she knew Michael was enjoying them too, and he was going to fuck her hard! God, did they swing with every thrust. The silver bars in her nipples catching the radiant light on her special day.

She watched them move. So did he.

He kept fucking her like that... tits out, dress open... while she stared at the picture she made.

The door opened.

Annie, her sister, stepped in and stopped cold.

For a second the only sounds were the wet slap of Michael's hips and Susan's broken breathing. Susan's eyes met Annie's in the mirror and horror hit both sisters' faces. She tried to speak, to tell her to leave, but only a helpless sound came out when Michael drove deeper.

Annie didn't leave.

She stood in the doorway and watched. The longer she looked, the more the horror mixed with desire. Her eyes locked into Susan's. Her hand covered her mouth. No one has a body like Susan's, and Jacob's buddy was using it. Her eyes couldn't look away. Watching her older sister get fucked in a wedding dress, her tits rocking sinfully, was turning her on, and both of them could see it.

Susan felt the humiliation triple. Her little sister was watching. Her little sister was loving watching her older sister get fucked.

Michael didn't stop. He kept going while Annie stood there, one hand still controlling the lace at Susan's throat, the other gripping her hip. Their eyes stayed locked in the mirror... Susan's wide and glassy, Annie's dark and hungry.

Annie's eyes were full of tears, and her hands were running over her own tits. Squeezing them as she she was losing control.

Susan, eyes still locked on her sister in the mirror, started to whimper, half to herself, half to her sister.....

"Annie.....베스트맨이 신부 존나 잘 박고 있어... 나도 그 남자한테 완전 쉬웠어..."

(The best man is fucking the bride so fucking good... I was so easy for him too...)

Susan's voice cracked, half-moan, half-whisper in Korean:

"Annie... 보지 마... 제발..."

(Annie... don't look... please...)

Annie's answer was soft, almost tender,:

"예쁘다... 백인이 언니 따먹는 거... 너무 잘 어울려..."

(You're so pretty... the white guy fucking unnie... it suits you so well...)

"언니... 그 백인 자지 위에서 싸..."

(Unnie... cum on that white cock...)

It hit Susan all at once.... the dumbest little whore orgasm strobing on that relentless cock and stupid plug as they slide past each other. Susan's eyes rolled as she lost all control. She clamped down on him so tight it almost hurt, legs shaking, a raw broken sound tearing out of her while she came staring straight into her little sister's eyes. Wetness flooded out around his cock. She kept coming in hard pulses, unable to look away, while Michael fucked her through it.

She was still shaking, still trying to catch her breath, when the knock came.

"Susan? Honey, it's me. Are you almost ready? The photographer is waiting."

Jacob's mother.

Annie's face went pale. She crossed the room fast and locked the door with a soft click.

"Just a minute, Mrs. Jeng!" Annie called. "We're finishing her makeup!"

"I really need to speak with Susan, dear. It's important."

Michael didn't stop. He walked Susan forward until her chest and cheek were pressed against the door, only inches from the woman on the other side. The wood was cool against her skin. He kept fucking her from behind, deep and steady, the lace light but threatening around her throat.

Susan forced the words out, voice shaky.

"I'm... I'm okay. I'll be out for photos soon."

But Mrs. Jeng didn't leave.

"Oh good. I just wanted to tell you how happy I am, honey. How proud. Jacob is over the moon. I've never seen him like this."

Michael thrust deeper. Susan's fingers dug into the door. She could feel another orgasm building already, hot and mean, and she was trying so hard not to let it happen while her future mother-in-law talked about grandchildren on the other side of the wood.

"Th-thank you," Susan managed. "That means... a lot."

"You're going to be such a wonderful wife. And mother. I just know it."

Michael fucked her harder. The lace tightened. Susan bit down on a moan and pressed her forehead to the door, fighting it, answering in short broken pieces while the pleasure kept climbing.

"I... I'll try."

"You don't have to try, sweetheart. You already are. We're all so lucky to have you."

Susan came silently, body locking up against the door, pussy clenching hard around Michael's cock while she tried to keep her breathing even enough that the woman on the other side wouldn't hear. Wetness ran down her thighs. She stayed pressed to the wood, shaking, while Mrs. Jeng kept talking about the future.

Michael buried himself deep and came hard right after, pulsing inside her in long spurts while Annie watched every second. Watching Micheal cum deep in the bride, as her mother in law kept talking about the future......"Susan, I can't wait... I really can't wait to be a grandmother one day. The two of you are going to make such beautiful babies."

He stayed there a moment, letting Susan and Jacob's mom make sweet promises about their future through the door..... while he playfully spanked Susan's ass. Kissing her long sexy neck, then slowly pulled out. A thick trickle followed.

He stepped back and slid two fingers into her, scooped out a load, then brought it up to her chest. Smeared it slow over both nipples, rubbing the mess into the silver bars until they shone. Then he pushed the same fingers between her lips.

"Taste it."

Her heavy lip stick smeared his creamy baby maker cum up and down his fingers. Micheal loved how she whimpered and slurped around the slopping sounds.

He wiped the rest of the mess off his cock with her panties, then calmly picked up the discarded bra from the vanity and tucked it into his jacket.

"For Soo-Min," he said quietly. "She'll want this."

He walked past Annie on the way out. Stopped just long enough to take her face in one huge hand, his messy fingers brushing across her pretty lips, playing with her jaw so playfully, a slap across her cheek that only a confident playful white man would dare, then a slow kiss full on the mouth... slow, claiming... and murmur against her lips,

"See you on the dance floor."

Then he was gone.

The door clicked shut behind him. Outside, Jacob's mother's footsteps finally faded.

The two sisters were alone.

Annie's face was still flushed, lips shiny. For a moment she just looked at Susan... she looked like she just got fucked... bodice open, breasts bare and shiny, glowing like an angel. Then the careful expression settled back into place.

"It's okay," she said softly. "No one will know. I've got you."

She came over and started putting her sister back together.

She smoothed hair, adjusting pins. When she reached Susan's chest she simply wiped the mess off the pierced nipples with her fingers, slow and casual, like it was nothing. Then she brought those fingers to her own mouth and licked them clean, eyes on Susan the whole time.

Susan stared. Her little sister just licked Michael's cum off her fingers like it was the most natural thing in the world.

While she worked, the confession started, quiet at first.

"You're my favorite sister. You know that, right? I love you so much. I'll always keep your secrets. You're the sexiest girl I know." She kissed Susan's cheek, lingering a second longer than she should have.

"I watched the whole time. I couldn't look away. You looked so beautiful. And it did something to me." Her fingers kept moving over the satin. "I've secretly been with white men for years now. Ever since I visited you at university. Do you remember that night you changed my path? My husband is useless in bed. I've been cheating. I chase it. I'm always hungry for white cum. Micheal just stroked some of his cum across my lips knowing..... I love it when a confident white men just knows.... Last night, after the rehearsal, Michael fucked me like the easiest Asian slut. I let him. I came so hard I almost cried. And just now... watching him fuck you in this dress..."

Her voice dropped. Her hands started to shake.

Susan felt the shift a second too late.

Annie moved fast. She took the long sash from the dress and bound Susan's wrists behind her back... tight... before Susan fully understood. Only when Annie reached for the messy panties did it hit.

Susan's eyes went wide. She pulled hard against the sash.

"Annie... don't. Don't you dare..."

Annie pushed the damp lace into her mouth anyway, stuffing it deep enough that the thick taste of Michael flooded her tongue again. The protests turned into muffled, desperate sounds. Susan shook her head hard, trying to spit them out, but Annie held them in place and wrapped another silk sash around her mouth, sealing the panties in.

"I won't hurt you," Annie whispered, almost pleading. "I just need this. I have to clean you or it'll make a mess on the dress. You can't walk down the aisle leaking like that."

She dropped to her knees, lifted the heavy white skirt, and crawled underneath.

Under the dress it was warm and the sunlight filtered through the white satin. The air smelled of sex and lilies and her sister. Annie's hands slid up the backs of Susan's thighs and spread her open. She found the prize Michael had left... thick, still warm, leaking slowly... and the hard base of the plug still seated in her ass.

Annie made a soft sound at the sight.

She leaned in and dragged her tongue through the cum first, slow and greedy, tasting her older sister mixed with the best man. Being so horny she needed her fix. Slurping down every drop she could get. So creamy and delicious. She pushed her tongue deeper, chasing more, while her fingers found the plug and started playing with it... pressing, twisting, rocking it in short movements while she licked and sucked.

Susan jerked hard against the sash. Muffled sounds spilled around the lace in her mouth. Her legs shook. Annie kept going, more desperate now, working the plug with her fingers while her mouth stayed sealed, tongue pushing inside, lips locked around her sister's messy cunt as she drank what Michael had left. The most deprived shameless bridesmaid ever. Her mouth was so wet and loud.

The orgasm hit hard. Susan's whole body locked. Thighs clamped around Annie's head so tight it must have hurt. A raw sound tore out of her around the gag as she came, pulsing hard against her sister's tongue, flooding her mouth. She kept coming in long shaking waves, legs almost giving out, while Annie just moaned and kept licking, kept sucking, kept feasting.

When Annie finally crawled back out, her mouth and chin were shiny and her eyes were dark. She looked up at Susan for a long moment, then stood and gently pulled the panties from her mouth.

Susan's voice came out hoarse.

"They are waiting for me!!!"

"Let's get you ready for Jacob."

Susan was in complete shock, but Annie was already working. She sat her down on the edge of the vanity and started fixing the rest of her.

She smoothed the loose strands of hair back into place, pinning them carefully. Then she reached for the makeup bag. Foundation first, light touches to even out the flush still high on Susan's cheeks. A little more powder. Then eyeliner, steady hands even though her own were still slightly shaky. Mascara. When she got to the lipstick she paused, uncapped the tube, and looked at Susan's mouth for a second too long before carefully painting it on. Soft pink, perfect for the bride.

"There," Annie said quietly. "You look perfect again."

"Annie, I have no bra... no panties... just this dress. Look at me! I can't do it. Tell Jacob and our parents I can't do it... it's too much."

Annie smiled at her sister.

"You're radiant. The most beautiful bride I've ever seen. Jacob will be so happy. So will everyone."

Susan's eyes locked with Annie's.

"Annie, I'm so sorry about what happened when you visited me at school. I'll always feel guilty about what I introduced you to. But tonight... you got me back."

A pretty, shaky smile spread across Susan's face. She leaned in and hugged Annie hard, tears running down her cheeks.

Annie was crying too. She loved her sister more than anyone. Then she leaned in close for one more hug and whispered,

"If you want to taste more of Michael's cum tonight... come find me at the reception."

Annie gave her one last look, then slipped out the door to go wait with the bridal party and the priest at the altar.

Susan was alone.

The suite felt too quiet. She stood in front of the mirror again, heart still racing. The plug sat heavy inside her. Michael's cum was still warm between her legs. Her pierced nipples ached against the satin. Annie's mouth was still a secret on her skin.

She lifted the skirt one more time. Slid two fingers into herself and pushed the load deeper, packing it in like she was saving it. A soft, shameful sound left her throat.

She would find Annie at the reception.

She would get that taste.

She smoothed the dress back down, picked up her bouquet, and went to take those photos.

**********

The aisle was longer than she remembered.

Susan walked with a quiet sway. The white dress moved with her. The veil hid her eyes. Jacob waited at the end, eyes already wet, smiling like she was the only woman in the world. She couldn't help but smile back.

But every step reminded her of her unrestrained, recently fucked, jiggly body walking to her vowes.

Her breasts bounced hard inside the tight satin. No bra to hold them. They lifted and dropped with each slow step, the piercings dragging faintly against the fabric, nipples already stiff. The motion was impossible to hide. Obscene under pure white.

The men in the pews couldn't look away. Broad shoulders in expensive suits. Athletic bodies. Hungry stares that tracked every bounce of her tits and every slow roll of her hips. She could feel them turning her into something else in their heads... an obscene anime big-tit sex bride. Something to bend over the altar and to share with the boys.

The white wives knew it too. She saw it in their eyes. Jealousy sharp enough to cut. They looked at her and assumed a typical Asian whore. Pretty face. Huge tits, fat ass, and easy body.

The children looked at her like she was a pure, beautiful angel. Never had they seen anyone so angelic. They saw the white dress and the veil and the flowers and her stunning femininity. The innocence of it almost made her laugh.

Her ass swayed with every step. No panties to hold anything in place. The satin clung and slid over bare skin, and the plug shifted inside her with the motion. She tried to walk normally. Failed. The sway only got deeper. So she stopped fighting it. Let her hips roll harder. Let the men see the way her ass moved under the dress. Let them remember it later when they were fucking their boring wives. Yes, a few of them would slide in her popular Instagram DMs.

Halfway down she found Jacob's eyes again. Already crying. The sight of those tears should have made her feel something special. Instead it only sharpened the truth she already knew: tonight he would fuck her for a few boring minutes with that pathetic penis of his, then roll over and fall asleep thinking he had made her happy.

Looking at him, she made up her mind.

Before she ever touched his cock on their wedding night, she would tell him to get on his knees and lick her pussy. She would use his soft, eager face to cum while she thought about Michael's thick cock and the load still sitting inside her. She would grind down on her weak husband's mouth until he tasted every drop of white cum she was still carrying... and she would teach him to love the flavor of it as much as she did.

A tiny, secret smile to herself.

Then she looked forward again and kept walking, ass swaying deeper than before.

And she knew exactly what the men in the pews were seeing. The same thing she'd watched late at night on her phone, those hentai where the big-titted Asian bride gets used in her wedding dress. The pure white satin, the heavy bouncing tits, the way the dress rides up while some stranger fucks her from behind. She'd touched herself to that exact fantasy more times than she wanted to admit. Now she was living it.

And as she walked, Annie's last words settled in her head.

If you want to taste more of Michael's cum tonight... come find me at the reception.

Susan had already decided. She loved his cum.

She reached the altar.

The ceremony started. Words washed over her. When it was time for the vows she turned to Jacob and said the right things in the right voice. Then, while she was still speaking, she felt it... Michael's eyes on her from his place beside the groom. She glanced over.

He winked.

He's so playful, my secret.

Her pussy immediately clenched hard around the cum still inside her. A fresh gush of wetness soaked through and threatened the silk of the dress. Her ass tightened around the plug. Her bare pierced nipples tightened against the satin.

She kept her face serene.

She said "I do."

Jacob's face lit up with pure, uncomplicated love. The guests smiled. Someone started to clap. Susan stood beside her new husband in her beautiful white dress, the best man's seed still warm inside her, her little sister's mouth still a secret on her skin, the eyes of the other hungry men still on her.

Be a good girl.

She already was. And she knew, standing there with Jacob's soft hand in hers, that this was only the beginning.