Satin Detour

Esme's new daddy left the wedding suite, leaving her behind with two lovely cum-filled holes. She sighed, lying around on the bed in that sexual afterglow, fulfilled from the good fucking he had given her. What a man, she thought; he had fucked her twice within one hour. She was sure that he could do her three times, one after another, if they had more time.

She lightly touched herself, finding his warm cum everywhere, on her thighs, all around her mound, and dripping out onto the bed from both her well-filled holes. She sank her index finger into her sopping pussy, admiring the volume of seed he left inside her. She scooped up a bit of cum from her used cunt and put it in her mouth, savoring that sweet-salty taste of his warm goo.

Her index finger went south again, and this time she probed her well-filled anus, joyfully finding the same amount of spent semen in her brown tunnel. She swept her finger through his semen, bending it slightly, extracting a full finger of brown-colored cum. She held her tainted finger up in the air in front of her face, giving the brownish cum a couple of quick dabs with her tongue to figure out its taste. It was hard to say what it tasted like. On one side, she quickly recognized the salty taste of his semen, some digested food, and something sweet, but she couldn't say what it was. On the other side, an almost bitter aftertaste, reminding her of dark chocolate.

The taste was a bit confusing. She stuck her entire brown finger in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, enabling her to have a much better degustation. It did taste good. It had simply surprised her, just like the first time she had salted caramel. She sucked her finger clean, swallowing all that fine chocolate cum.

Her nipples grew hard from the arousal it caused, and she quickly inserted her finger again, this time much deeper, reaching her larger rectum. She noticed it was well filled with semen, and she quickly added another finger to scoop out a much larger amount of that delicious brown cum. She held her brown fingers in front of her face and lapped them slowly, keeping her tongue as flat as possible, to maximize the tasting experience. It wasn't so bitter after all; the salty flavor, of course, prevailed, combined with the simpler, sweeter taste of digested food. She couldn't really say which cum she liked the most, but right now, she liked the cocoa cum slightly better than her pussy cum.

Esme checked the alarm clock on the side table, and in fifty minutes she was due to meet her groom for an espresso in the hotel lobby to discuss any final changes for the wedding tomorrow. She quickly put on a very short skirt and a tight, white top, disregarding any underwear. She loved the feeling of her firm nipples against the soft fabric, and not wearing any panties had become standard for her. She found it very arousing displaying her firm tits in snug-fitting blouses or modern, strapless bodices. She liked best displaying her tits in public places to everybody, and she loved it when she turned heads.

What she liked most about those sexy bodices was the easy availability of her breasts. A real man only had to pull the bodice down at the front, and her breasts would be freed into plain sight. She might wear one to the rehearsal dinner, she decided, remembering she had a slutty milkmaid bodice that would permanently try to push her tits up and out. If she breathed in, the upper half of her young tits would be in plain view.

She added bright red high heels to her look, brushed up the ruined mascara and smeared lipstick, and washed her brown fingers, ignoring the ropes of cum on her thighs, and in less than ten minutes she walked out of the room towards the elevator. She arrived too early in the lobby bar, so she carefully picked a high bar table close to the hotel's main entrance, a bit secluded in a corner, and sat with her back to the wall on a high barstool. The stool had a comfortable footrest, and as she placed her feet on it, she would now be able to flash her cunt to anyone passing by merely by opening her legs.

She couldn't imagine a quicker dating system and grinned about her idea. Maybe one day she should use a stopwatch, just to see how quickly she would manage to have a cock inside her. Starting the timer at the very first moment she picked a guy until he would sink his phallus in one of her holes and how many minutes that would take. And as the funny idea formed in her head, she already found a cheat code; she would flash her cunt, and he would then approach her, and the moment he would stand in front of her, she would squat in front of him, taking in plain sight his lovely cock in her thirsty little mouth.

Two minutes, tops.

A waiter brought her a second espresso, and her fiancé was still nowhere to be seen. She looked at the guests of the hotel but saw nothing interesting. She still had forty minutes to kill and became slightly bored until she saw a tall, Black waiter serving a table on her left. As he was done with that table, she called him, and the way he walked towards her showed his hidden athleticism.

"Hello, Miss, congratulations on your engagement." He politely said to her as he quickly cleaned the bar table with a clean rag. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, you could do me?" She purred, giving him a wanton look.

He was silent for a second, but as she opened her legs for him, he needed no further encouragement. He placed his tray on the bar table, looked around for a second, and his large hand went straight to her slit. Before Esme could count to ten, he inserted two fingers in her cum-filled cunt. He smiled, knowing the difference between a wet pussy and a fucked pussy. The way she behaved like a cheap whore convinced him that the soppy cunt was caused by the cock of somebody else and certainly not by the groom. Wasting no time, he started finger-fucking her at a quick pace, and all Esme could do was brace herself by holding onto the bar table.

He was good. She didn't need any other stimulation, and the sheer naughtiness of being fingered in the hotel lobby added an extra kink to it. The waiter added a third big finger into her wet cunt, and it felt as if he were fisting her. She could only try to hold herself as she continuously moaned, sometimes losing her balance. The waiter grabbed her with the other hand to support her, and from afar, it looked as if he were giving solace to a nervous bride, having his arm around her waist, pulling her cunt closer to him.

As he saw her nipples hardening under the treatment she was getting, he let go of her waist and pinched her tit hard. Esme groaned, surprised by the sudden bolt of pain, and her body reacted swiftly with a quick orgasm flooding his three fingers. Unconsciously, she skipped a breath, and sweat broke out on her forehead. The waiter stopped fingering her and held her upright on the stool, blocking the view. As her breathing became less ragged, he held his wet fingers in front of her little mouth, and she eagerly sucked them clean. Looking down at her legs, she saw a mess of old cum and new pussy juices. But she didn't want to wash herself. Not yet.

"I needed that, thank you." Esme whispered.

"My pleasure, Miss. Have a nice wedding." He politely said, as if nothing had happened.

Esme straightened her clothes and asked him if he could bring her something stronger, perhaps a whiskey?

"Sure, Miss; I will be happy to." And he walked towards the bar.

Right then, her fiancé arrived and sat next to her on the empty barstool. Before he could say anything, the waiter came back with Esme's whiskey.

"Here you go, Miss; enjoy. If you need any other services from me, just let me know."

"I will, thank you so much." Esme is smiling at him.

Her fiancé looked a bit surprised at his bride drinking straight whiskey at this hour, but he didn't want to judge her.

"Congratulations, sir, on your engagement; you have a fine bride." The waiter said to the groom and walked away, not even asking if he wanted to order something.

...

"Honey," Esme said to her fiancé as they were discussing some final details in the lobby bar, roughly four hours before the rehearsal dinner, "I don't want to have a boring, traditional seating arrangement; I want to mingle with your family."

"Sure, no problem," he replied. "Any specific ideas?"

"Why don't you and I sit opposite each other?" Esme asked.

"Yeah, sure, cool with me."

And on my right-hand and left-hand sides, I'd like to have your half-brother and my other father-in-law."

"Great idea! That way you can get to know them better. I will arrange the seating arrangements right now."

"Thank you, honey; I really want to bond with them and become familiarized with their doings." Esme answered.

"Oh, honey?" Esme quickly asked, before he was about to organize her wishes, "Who is that big guy I saw in the lobby? "Is that your friend Jax?"

"Which one do you mean? There are two big guys; the black one is Jax."

"I didn't see the other one; who is he?"

"That would be Lars; he is an old college buddy of mine. He was born in Sweden but lives in San Diego now. I think he is in his room right now, three doors from ours, room 817."

"You know what, I am still working on my speech. Could you send Lars to our bridal suite? He for sure can help me fill the blanks I might have, right?" His sweet bride cooed.

"Sure."

"Just give me a little head start; let's say, send him in about fifteen minutes. Will you do that for me?"

"Of course! I will send in anyone you want."

"I'll take your word for it. Perhaps I will call you later on your cell to send me Jax." Esme told her groom. I might want them at the same time."

"No problem," her fiancé replied, "but I need to go now to make the seating arrangement changes."

"Sure. I will be in our bridal suite, getting myself ready for Lars. But remember, please tell him to wait about fifteen minutes; I'd like to present myself in the best possible way."

"Will do." And he left her sitting there.

...

"Come inside, Lars." Esme whispered as she heard the knocking on the wedding suite door. She had left the door slightly ajar, and the moment Lars stepped into the room, Esme knew she had done everything right. Lars was a gorgeous muscular specimen of a true Viking, towering 6.5 feet; his ripped upper body was barely contained by his T-shirt. His long blonde mane completed the picture.

"Hello Lars, are you the man who is going to fill my blanks?" Esme purred as she was waiting for him, sitting wide-legged on the room's sofa. The bride's pussy was on full display as she was only dressed in black stockings and high heels.

She saw the stirring in his pants right away; something big was quickly growing.

"I am a horny bride, Lars, but my pussy has been terribly abandoned. Would you like to give it some solid company?" Esme whispered and she beckoned him with her index finger.

Lars didn't waste time as he walked up to her, at the same time taking off his T-shirt, shoes, and jeans. He stepped in between her stocking-clad thighs, his bulging trunks at the height of her face, almost touching her lips.