18 Master Ch. 05: Wedding

Pete needed a +1 for his friend's wedding. He was a cute guy, and loaded, but he spent so much time working at his tech job that women didn't stick around long. Being one of my 18 masters these last few months was working out pretty well for him. When he got off work, around 9 or 10, if I wasn't already busy with one of the other masters, he would come by my place for a quick fuck before heading home. He never stayed over. A few times when he was working really late, he'd have an Uber take me to his building. He'd strip me and tie me to the futon in his office, then he'd alternate between pounding on the keyboard and pounding on me for a few hours. It was pretty hot.

They'd set up a calendar to schedule my time with them, so Pete claimed that Saturday in March for the wedding. He went all out - he had a personal shopper at Nordstrom pick out a gorgeous dress for me. It was dark purple, which went well with my fair skin and dark brown hair. It had a vintage vibe, full, stiff skirt and tight bodice to push my tits up to the low-cut neckline. It was sexy without being slutty. Well, except for the fact that I didn't wear any underwear. I know Pete liked sky-high heels, but we went for something reasonable since I knew we'd be standing around for hours. Of course I wore thigh-highs, with seams up the back. He also had a stylist come to my apartment to do my hair and makeup - smoky eyes, siren-red lips, and an updo for the front part of my hair, leaving the back in long curls.

Pete was a geek. He gave me a set of digital flashcards to memorize, so I'd know enough about his life to convince people that we'd known each other more than just a few months. I liked making my masters happy, and I was the kind of girl who always wanted to get an A, so I worked pretty hard at it. He quizzed me on the long drive to the venue. It was a little distracting because he looked so hot in his tux. Then it was distracting because he made me pull my tits out of the top of the dress and hike my skirt up to expose my pussy. He fingered and groped me most of the trip.

When we got to the country club, and I'd put myself back together, he left me sitting in the wedding hall while he went off to help a friend of his with the sound system. I'd been sitting there for a few minutes when a group of women walked by, carrying some boxes.

"Was that Pete?" asked a woman in a pink dress.

"Yes," said a woman in blue. She sounded pissed.

"Have you seen him since you broke up?"

My ears perked up at that, but I kept my eyes on my phone.

"No. But it's not like I saw him when we were together, either. I'm surprised he found time to be here today."

"You still have a thing for him?"

"No. Well. Sort of. But what's the use? I don't want to be with anyone who spends more time with his computer than with me.

They reached the end of the hall and went into a room, so I barely heard the rest.

"Robin said he was bringing his new girlfriend. Maybe she found a way to pry him away from his keyboard."

Well. Sort of. But not the way she wanted. I didn't expect anything from Pete. I know she would have been disgusted if she knew about my relationship with him, and the 17 other guys who banged me, alone and in gangs. I felt like I should feel bad about it. I was just having too much fun. And too much sex.

The wedding went off on time and without a hitch. As soon as the ceremony was done, Pete grabbed my hand.

"Come on, we have a little time before dinner."

He dragged me out of the wedding hall and out to the golf course greens behind the building. I was glad I hadn't worn stilettos - it was hard enough to keep up with him on the spongy paths into the woods in regular heels. It was warmer than I'd expect in March in the Northwest, a rare sunny day. It was just starting to get dark, but we could still see golfers finishing up their rounds.

We didn't go far before Pete spun me around and pushed me up against a tree.

"I've wanted to do this ever since I saw you in that dress."

He stuck his hand down the front of my dress. Not that he had to go very far to get a good handful of tits. His other hand pushed up my skirt, cupping my ass. With no panties, he had a clear shot when he moved the skirt and shoved his finger in me. He was always quick, but he was moving mad fast on me. Before I knew it, he had the zipper down in the back and my dress was sliding off of me. With the tight bodice I hadn't needed a bra, so I stood there in just my thigh highs and heels. He admired the view, but only for a minute before he took my hand and had me step over the dress, then kneel in the dirt by the tree. He pushed me forward into doggy position, my heavy breasts dangling underneath me. He played with me with one hand, and himself with his other, quickly beating himself hard enough to ram into me. He hadn't given much thought to warming me up, so the first few inches were dry enough to make me wince. He didn't notice, just kept pushing through to glory. After a few thrusts, my body caught up and lubed enough to save me. The whole "chance of being caught" thing turned me on.

Turns out the chances of being caught were pretty high. He'd been pounding into me for just a moment when we heard voices, and very soon we saw a group of men walking back towards the club house. There were three older men, and three younger carrying their bags. One of the young ones saw us first and stopped dead his tracks, making another caddy bump into him. He complained, attracting the attention of the older me and interrupting their conversation.

"Holy shit!" one of the old guys said.

Pete was one of those single-minded guys. When he started something, he kept going to the end. He never missed a beat, pounding me hard, pulling on my hips like handles. I don't know what he was looking at. Part of me felt like I should stare at the ground in shame, but I found myself locking eyes with the men watching us fuck. I licked my lips and moaned a bit, feeling aroused by the exhibitionism. One of the caddies started playing with himself through his pants. I moaned harder. It was getting difficult to focus on their faces as I felt my pleasure mounting. I felt Pete getting close, so I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations in my cunt, and the feeling of the cool air tweaking my rock-hard nipples. I felt Pete stiffen and thrust hard one last time, and I let myself go around the cock that was skewering me.

When my vision cleared enough to see straight, I saw the golfing party still watching us. As Pete loosened up and pulled out, they gave him a polite round of golf claps. But Pete wasn't done yet. He moved around to stand in front of me, presenting his cock to me.

"Clean me."

As ordered, I licked his juices, and mine, off his cock. I couldn't see the golfers but I heard them shuffle around so they could see the show.

"Stand up. Let them see you."

He offered me his hands to help me stand and turned me slightly to face the observers. I knew without him saying that he expected me to put my hands behind my head, so my breasts would lift slightly. I stared slightly above the heads of the men who witnessed me being fucked like an animal, letting them stare at me without my eyes challenging their right to do so.

"Hey, chief, she's got a wet spot there," said one of the golfers.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the golfer throw a towel towards Pete. I felt him wipe the cum that was dripping down my leg. I felt him dig the rag into my cleft, sopping up the rest of my juices. I saw him toss the towel back. I had to cheat to see, still keeping the illusion I wasn't watching them, but I saw the golfers pass the towel around, smelling me on it.

After leaving me on display for a moment, Pete turned me around and pushed my head down, bending me at the waist to expose my ass and cunt to them. I braced myself with my hands, which was good because he gave me a hard swat on each ass cheek. I strangled my cry, not wanting to attract an even larger audience. Offering me his hand again, he helped me stand.

"Gentlemen."

His tone indicated that the show was over. He gestured me towards my discarded dress. I brushed the dirt and pine needles from the knees of my stockings, making sure I hadn't damaged them. I heard the golf party move along as I slowly pulled the dress on. Without asking, Pete zipped the back. I settled my tits back into the bodice. He led me back to the wedding hall.

Pete spent the rest of the evening kissing me, and "surreptitiously" groping me, mostly when the woman in the blue dress was looking. Even his own friends were looking at him with disgust by the end of the evening. The way they looked at me was worse. I was glad when we could gracefully get the hell out of there.

We were silent for many miles on the drive back. Finally I couldn't stand it.

"She still likes you, you know."

"Who?"

"The woman in the blue dress. I'm guessing she's your ex?"

He just snorted. A few minutes later he turned off the highway and found a deserted spot by the side the road before stopping the car.

"Get out, and get on your knees."

I obeyed, though still carefully trying not to ruin the dress. He unbuttoned his fly and shoved his hard dick down my throat.

"This is what your mouth is for. Don't try to run my life, you stupid slut. Yeah, she says she still likes me. But she'd never do this. All she did was nag me about not spending enough time with her. You know what I like about you, whore?"

He grabbed the cluster of curls on top of my head and jerked my face up. He was still fucking my mouth, so I couldn't answer.

"I can touch you any way I want, any time I want. I tell you to spread your legs and you spread them. I tell you to leave me alone until I have time for you, and you do. That's what I need in my life right now. Not a girlfriend. Not a wife."

He pulled out and started whacking himself harder and faster.

"I don't even have time for a full-time whore! Sharing you with my buddies is perfect. I just need to borrow the parts I can fuck."

With that he spurted a huge load right across my face, in my eyes, even in my hair.

"That's all you are to me, a cum bucket. You got that, bitch?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Get back it the car."

I would have settled for that golfer's filthy rag. I had nothing to wipe my face with. I smudged as much as I could away from my eyes, knowing my makeup was smudged to hell. I wiped away a small stream of cum that threatened to drip onto the dress. I wanted something to escape the night undamaged.

"Leave the rest on, slut. Wear it. All night."

"Yes, Master."

Being fucked on the golf course hadn't made me feel so cheap. He was a pretty fucked up guy to treat me like he did. But I guess I was pretty fucked up to enjoy it. He dropped me at my building, and I held my head high as I walked to my door, with my trashed hairdo, smeared makeup, and dried cum all over my face.