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The Lies That They Told

I despised coming back here! This village held so many terrible memories for me. I vowed to myself, that I'd never return after the spectacle that transpired on my last visit.

But, here I am, navigating through this fucking rain, to support the wedding of a woman who disliked me! Who guilts their child, their flesh, and their blood, for the contour that their body had gotten after childbirth? My mother, that's who. She does it at every opportunity.

Fast forward a few years later and she constantly enlightens me, with the same speech, "before I gave birth to you, I had an hourglass figure. Men use to fall all over me. Thereafter, your father abandoned me, and that's all your fault."

Her proclamation often had me gazing at her in astonishment, to see the level she would go to with her fabrication. However, I discovered that she was the one who had abandoned us many times throughout the years, and my father, the sweet man that he was, always took her back.

Maneuvering to the valet's booth, I took a moment to compose myself. Staring at my bag, and yes, I said bag, because I was fleeing as quickly as this joke of a wedding was in the Reception phase.

How many fucking times was she gonna get married anyhow? What number was he? Five? Or maybe Six?

This blockhead must be affluent, because he leased out rooms for all of their guests, at the most luxurious hotel in town. I've never met the man, nor do I know his name. He must be wrapped around her little finger. Poor soul. He's in for a rude awakening.

Gawking as the rain drummed on the windscreen, I felt a pang of despair. This must be a warning from the heavens. Poor guy! Just then, the valet came over with an enormous black umbrella, opened my door, and escorted me to the hotel's entrance, and I gave him the keys.

As he walked away, I called out to him, "Can you please tell me if Clarke's company has arrived?"

"They are all here ma'am. You are the final one to get here" He replied bleakly.

"Thank you." Stomping the rain from my feet, I proceeded toward the lobby. Gave the concierge my name and I got a key card, he provided me with his memorized greeting, and I thanked him and left.

Approaching the lift, I noticed that the door was about to close. However, the occupant saw me and held it open. I thanked him and he nodded. With my bag resting at my feet, I stole a glimpse at him.

He was tall, extremely tall, with a muscular built body.

An older gentleman, with graying sideburns. His blue cuffs were rolled up a little ways past his wrist. And he held a folder in his right hand.

Fucking hell, he looks so pussy dripping scrumptious. Mmm. Closing my eyes, I mumbled a quick word of prayer, "Lord, I want this man to slowly and deeply fuck me, as he nibbles on my nipples." Suddenly, I heard the clearing of his throat.

Hesitantly, I opened my eyes and observed him staring at me, with a risen eyebrow, "Do I pass?" he challenged me, with his French accent.

The dinging of the lift saved me from replying...

Chuckling shamelessly, I power walked out of there. I placed all thoughts of the guy at the back of my memory as I wandered down the hotel aisle to my room. Then my smile dropped, as I stood there gaping at the door, or should I say the door's numbers. She was unbelievable and so fucking childish. The room's marvelous number was six six six.

Jesus, she was unbelievable. I want a motherfucking drink.

Furthermore, I needed a drink and a quick swim in the pool. I didn't care that the rain was falling. Rain and water are an excellent pair. This tension needed to clear out.

Swiping the card, I pushed open the door, trudged inside, and tossed the travel bag onto the bed. Unpacking its contents, I grabbed my bathing suit and tore off my wet clothing, dumping them in the nearby hamper. I hopped into the black swimsuit and wrapped the white robe around my body. Got my slides, and made my way to the pool.


The pool area was deserted when I got there. It appears that everyone disliked the rain. Such a shame.
I marveled at the way that some people were always afraid of a little rain. Making a spontaneous decision, I decided to skinny dip. No one was around. So why not!

Discarding my clothing, I placed it on a lounge chair, and gradually sauntered to the edge of the pool, counted to five, then jumped in. Rubbing my eyes as I surfaced, I scanned the area more thoroughly, then threaded to the far end. I did a few additional laps until the tension left my sore muscles, then threaded to the steps of the pool.

As I got out, I laid at the edge, with my feet in the water, letting the rain hit my body.

"Shit!" I cried out, lifting onto my elbows. "I forgot the damn wine." Letting out a sigh of frustration I laid back down. That wine was to warm me up after my swim. Looks like I'd just have to find another way to warm up my body.

Sprawling on the ground, I opened my legs. Unhurriedly dipped a finger into my mouth to lubricate my pussy, then spread my pussy lips apart with the other hand. Applying light pressure to my clit, I immediately felt a jolt in the pit of my stomach. The magnitude of this feeling, caused me to arch my back and moan. It's been a while since my pussy had any attention. So long since a cock had penetrated my pussy. My dildo and vibrators have been my only source of comfort for way too long.

Bending both knees, I spread my legs wider and gently inserted my middle finger.

Shutting my eyes, I moved the finger in an upward motion, whilst I played with my clit. Before long, I was quivering as I squirted all over the edge of the pool.

Abruptly I heard someone murmur, "Oh no, we can't leave that mess there now, can we? Let me help you clean that up."

Raising my head, I saw that it was the Frenchman from the hotel's elevator. Mmm, thank you, Jesus. "Frenchy?" I inquired with a hidden smirk.

"Oui, belle?" (Yes beautiful? ) he cooed, gazing wantonly and my pussy.

"What are you doing here? I didn't notice when you came into this area," I queried, as my heart rate increased. Fuck! He looked so damn good, as the rain slapped against his body.

"That's because you were a little busy Belle. Now what I'm going to do right now, is clean up that tasty spill," as he glanced to the ground where I laid, them back up to me.

"Go right ahead," I whispered beamingly.

"Come to the edge and open your legs for me. Hold on to your ankles, and let me feast," he notified me.

I moved in a hypnotic state, anticipating what was to come.

Lowering myself to the edge, he moved closer to my body and held on. He first kissed my inner thighs, just before he buried his face into my pussy, and did the most erotic thing with his tongue.

"Mmm, don't stop. Oh God yes, fuck!"

"Raise your legs above your head and hold your calves, Belle," he urged hoarsely.

Just before he continued, he slapped my pussy a few times, then spread my lips, gently biting my clit, making me scream out in satisfaction.

"Fuck." My hips thrust and twirled on his mouth.

Letting go of my calves, I opened my legs, grabbed his head with both hands, and vigorously fucked his mouth. He groaned, paying lip service to my swollen pussy.

The vibration from his groan was so intense, "I'm cumming Frenchy," I cried out.

"Tiens-le pour moi b├ęb├ę, tu as si bon go├╗t," he employed. (Hold it for me, baby, you taste so good)

"Please," I begged him.

With passion in his eyes, he looked at me with my juices coating his lips, then he announced, "Just this one time you will deny me what is mine kitten. Come into the water."

I performed as he ordered. Leaning onto the wall, I laid my elbows on the edge, awaiting further instructions from him.

"You're such a beautiful and willing woman," he murmured to me, leaning onto my body. Dipping his head, he bit my nipples with slight pressure. "Oooooo." Who says God doesn't answer prayers!

Cupping my ass in his large hands, he wrapped my legs around his hips. And with delicacy, he glided his thick, curved cock into me. "Oh yes! Fuck!"

Back and forth, he slowly thrust, teasing my twitching pussy. He whispered the most erotic things into my ear, sending chills down my backbone.

"Turn around," he requested. Clasping my hair in his hands, he made a knot with it on top of my head.

Gently, he ran his fingers from my ear, down to my ass, where he spread my butt cheeks and slid back into my pussy. His touch set me on fire, causing me to convulse.

Thrusting my body forward, he drove into my pussy, at full speed. "Argghh," I arched my back, welcoming his every thrust.

Hoisting one of my legs out of the water, he continued pumping his cock, without mercy. Frenchy bit my ear and neck.

"Your pussy grips my cock so tightly Belle, fuck, fuck. I'm sorry, I can't hold it in," he bellowed in ecstasy. "Je jouis b├ęb├ę." (I'm cumming baby")

When he came, he made the most erotic sound that I had ever heard in my life, causing me to convulse.


We moved our tryst to my room, where he worshipped my body for hours. Around dawn, he woke me up with hot kisses between my legs, making me cum again and again. When he had his fill, he licked me clean and then left.


The next few hours were spent with me doing my hair and make-up for my mother's and stepfather's union. I arrived at the church, just as the Pastor announced, "Speak now or forever hold your peace."

Everyone turned around and stared at me. Including the bride and groom. "Shit," I mumbled under my breath.

Smiling to the crowd, I explained, "You'd find no resistance from me Pastor. I'm just here for the show. But please, do carry on," I encouraged.

I opened my purse in search of my glasses. I wanted to see this shit in HD. Putting them on, I gazed down the aisle, just in time to see my mother resume her position with a scowl on her face.

The groom, on the other hand, gazed at me and grinned. That's when recognition struck me. I'd know that smile anywhere. This little mother fucker.


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