I looked like a mess. My make-up had run right down my face and I saw, humiliatingly, embarrassingly, a thick, wet smear of white liquid on my inner thigh, and I knew this was Darren’s cum. Or some of it at least. The rest was still inside me.
‘I’m leaving first thing in the morning,’ I muttered.
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The Bimbo Wedding: Chapter 9
‘The Bimbo Wedding’ is femsub maledom bimbo erotica with hypno / mind control, non-consent and breeding. Read Chapter 1 here.
I didn’t leave in the morning.
I had woken mid-morning, my pussy sore and aching between my legs, my whole body feeling grimy and sticky from the sex. Still determined to go home, I made the mistake of texting my mum and telling her I was leaving. She wrote back immediately, forbidding me flatly from going home.
Courtney’s your cousin, darling, she said, and this is important to her. She’s not asking much, I won’t have you letting her down.
But Mum, I wrote, hearing the whine in my voice even as I texted, she wants me to wear miniskirts and show my boobs to everyone.
I couldn’t work out how to tell my mum about the groping and the sex with Darren last night. Fuck, what had I been thinking? What was even more horrifying was that part of me couldn’t wait to see him again, to feel his eyes on me, stripping me naked like a sex object.
Stop complaining, my mum snapped back immediately. You’ve always been a bit boring anyway. You should lighten up. It’ll do you good. At least Courtney knows how to have fun.
I flushed and threw my phone onto the bed, before stomping over to my wardrobe to find some more bimbo clothes from Courtney’s selection to wear for the day.
My mum wasn’t the only person to message me before I left my room though. Grabbing my phone after I was dressed again — in pink of course and inadequately covered — I saw a message from a strange number. Curious, I clicked on it.
You ran out on me last night, tits. Looks like I’ve got some more lessons to teach you. ~D.
I flushed reading the words. I hadn’t run out on him. I hadn’t. He didn’t have the right to keep me in his bed overnight. He didn’t have the right to say all the things he’d been saying to me. Hell — I flushed remembering it — he said that he was going to ‘own’ me. He said he wanted to make me pregnant.
Disgusted, I threw the phone back onto the bed, hoping that I wouldn’t run into him at the breakfast table. Maybe I would just suck up how angry my mum would be at me and leave after breakfast anyway.
My hopes that I would find the breakfast table empty were shattered as I entered the room to find Brad there on his own, sitting reading the newspaper on his phone and sipping a coffee. I blushed and tried to move silently so that he wouldn’t notice me, but of course he looked up. His gaze landed straight on my boobs and he smiled at me.
‘Nice outfit,’ he said, his eyes running lazily down my body. I flushed and wanted to cover myself with my hands.
I was wearing a pink, fluffy bra-shaped halter neck top and a miniskirt with an alarming slit up the front. I was definitely showing more skin than the clothing covered and in fact the whole outfit was only barely legal.
I was wearing the same high heels as yesterday and — in angry, unreasoning defiance at my mother — I had chosen to skip the stockings and I wasn’t wearing panties at all. If she wanted me to be a slut, I had figured, I was going to be a slut.
Now that I was out of my room, I regretted every one of these choices.
Brad saw my embarrassment and sniggered softly. ‘We should catch up after the wedding,’ he said, pouring himself some more coffee from the pot. ‘Courtney won’t mind, once I’ve put a baby inside her. Darren gave your babyhole full marks on the blokes’ groupchat last night. Hot and tight and wet. I’ll take you out for dinner one night next month and then you can give me a spin, how does that sound?’
I blushed as red as a beetroot, trembling as I sat down on the other side of the large table. I wanted the ground to rise up and envelop me.
‘I like a girl’s hole to be nice and tight,’ Brad continued, ignoring me. ‘You should ask Courtney about the exercises I’ve got her doing. To keep her tight. She does them each morning on the bed while I watch. You can’t trust her to remember to do them. She hates them,’ he said sadistically, ‘so I make her do extras. I’ve got them all videoed too, every single time she’s done them. She shouldn’t think she has any right to keep her holes private.’
I just swallowed and didn’t answer. There was no way I was ‘catching up with him’ after the wedding. I was never visiting him or having anything to do with him or Courtney ever again after this week was over.
‘I’m glad you pleased Darren,’ Brad said. ‘I need to get his company in some deals I’m doing, so you’d better keep pleasing him. In fact, it would be good if you could go home with him after the wedding. I can see he’s pretty smitten with you. Well done, Abs.’
‘I…’ I paused, wondering why I was even bothering to answer.
Of course I wasn’t going home with Darren after the wedding. After this week, I was getting as far away from all of them as I could. Strangely, the thought made me feel sad and a bit lost. I felt as though in a different life I could have liked Darren and enjoyed spending more time with him, even though that didn’t make any sense.
‘I’m not very good at pleasing people,’ I finished stupidly, unsure what to say.
I couldn’t tell Brad that I’d already pissed off Darren. Darren’s text message swam in my head. You ran out on me last night, tits. Looks like I’ve got some more lessons to teach you. Oh gods, suddenly I didn’t want to run into him this morning.
Brad laughed at my answer, his over-loud laugh at the frail silliness of women.
‘Just keep spreading your legs like you did last night, that’s all you’ve got to do, Abs.’ He laughed again, grabbing himself a piece of toast and smearing it liberally with jam. ‘I don’t know why you bimbos are always complaining that your lives are so hard. Now, you should try making all the decisions for you silly things, that’s the real work.’
I do, I thought, but I kept my thoughts to myself, focusing on grabbing myself some toast from the centre of the table and some hot chocolate. Thankfully, some of the women came in, gossiping among themselves, and I could stay inside my own thoughts while Brad finished his breakfast. He got up and left without saying anything to any of us — why would he? In his eyes, we were ‘silly things’ — and then the women moved over to sit near me.
‘We heard you upset Darren,’ said one of them almost immediately — I thought her name was Bambi. ‘You can’t run out on a man like that, Abby, you really can’t’. She sounded shocked.
‘I can,’ I said mildly, wondering now why I had left Darren’s room. I could have stayed there, he might have wanted a ‘good morning’ fuck but if last night had been anything to go by, I would have enjoyed it. And then I wouldn’t have people snipping at me about it.
‘Abby!’ said Candy — or was it Kandi? — shocked. ‘If you go into a bloke’s room, you have to stay the night. What if he wakes up with a hard, you know,’ she said, clearly not wanting to say the words ‘penis’ or ‘dick’, ‘and you’re not there?’
‘You know it’s bad for them, right?’ said another woman with ash blonde hair — Hayley, she was called. ‘You know what my husband says?’ she giggled. ‘He says all women should be ready to do men a public service. If a bloke gets all hard — you know what I mean — in a cafe or the supermarket, any woman should just be happy for him to bend her over the nearest counter and pump her full.’
‘I’d like that,’ said Candy, giggling as well. ‘It’s an honour really.’
‘It wasn’t very nice of you, you know, Abby,’ said Bambi. ‘Particularly when you knew all the other women were taken and he wouldn’t have any other choices to blow off steam.’
‘It was very thoughtless of you, and irresponsible,’ said Candy, sounding pious and smug. ‘Particularly when you can see he’s so taken with you. It’s our job to always be available when they need us.’ She giggled, blushing a little.
‘I’m sorry,’ I said, not knowing what I was apologising for, feeling inadequate.
‘It’s not us you should apologise to,’ said Bambi seriously, and Candy nodded enthusiastically, seriously to show that she agreed. ‘It’s Darren. And all the blokes really. When one of us misbehaves like that, we let all of them down.’
I blushed, horrified at their beliefs, not knowing what to say. I was angry at Bambi, Hayley and Candy but they were also so stupid and ridiculous that it was hard to sustain my anger.
Darren’s message that he needed to ‘teach me a lesson’ was swimming in my head. I was caught between a desperate need to spend the day hiding from Darren and an odd desire to see him. I wondered how he would ‘teach me a lesson’. I wondered if it would involve spanks or going down on my knees or just some hard, brutal sex like last night all over again. My silly, hungry pussy tingled excitedly at the thought.
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