I was the best man, she was the maid of honor, the guys at one table and girls at the other. So I saw her across the hall, she looked at me with those green eyes, brown hair, while she took a bite of her salad.
She got up and walked towards the double doors, I got up and followed.
I walked past the people dancing and drinking,
I see her turn around the corner into the bathroom. Before she can close the door I slide in.
"Wha- what the hell are you doing?"
I turn her around unzip her dress, she squirms a little, trying to push me off but that's just her messing around, I kiss her back, she arches, I take my finger and trace it down her back.
I pull off her dress and remove her cheeky panties. Get on my knees, put my hands on her ass and squeeze, and shove my face in her vag. I look up, her face facing upwards, she grabs my shoulder.
I put her two legs on my shoulder and bring her up on the counter. Her head on the mirror, I stick my dick inside of her, her mouth opens, and her eyes roll back a little.
I start off easy then thrusting harder. I see a tear roll down her face, I guess she's enjoying it. I bust inside of her, I drop her legs, wipe the sweat off my forehead and walk out of the bathroom.
YOU ARE READING
Her
Short StoryTRIGGER WARNING: Rape 18+ A short story on a woman that gets raped by a sick and twisted man. The story contains HER pov as well as HIS. You go on a journey of this sickening situation from both sides. * Rape is wrong in ever scenario. Anything tha...