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Nice day for a white wedding (Nighthaven x Kat)

" Very good Girl. " Jack groaned his praise as she allowed naught to remain of his release, pleased how she was trying to please him, he could see her craving more, and surely the back of her dress would be stained with her needs by now, and still she so submissively held back, offering neither plea nor demand, till he'd decide to give her something to enjoy for herself.

It was tempting too, Jack loved his women submissive, and Grace was offering every reason for him to crave her, so much, no matter what he may have planned before this moment, there was only one thing he really wanted to do.

" Come here.. " he groaned at her, taking her by her left arm to help her up on her feet, considering to take her right here. though with as little room in the box, he would not be able to see the expression on her face when he fucked her, so instead, he'd have a peak outside into the church, making sure no one was there, and then tried to make his way over to the altar, Grace still held firmly to be taken along.

Once there he simply shoved her up against the altar with her back against it, only to lean down and raise her dress, this time however to try and pull it off, greedy to expose her to the danger of being seen near naked in the church so that he'd try to have her BH removed as well.

Soon as these items where gone to the floor besides them, he'd press her more firmly against the altar, his body up against hers so that he could reach down and shove himself up to her needy flower, just to thrust himself deep into her silken confines with the moaned words, " I'm.. going to fuck you now, Slut ! " at her, using such a degrading term, and purposely so, he'd make her moan for him, interested to see if she was willing still to not be found out, one way or another though, he'd not slow down to help her staying calm, he was going to push only harder for her to loose herself in it.
 
Grace took his compliment really well, so happy, that she was pleasing him. She wanted to do nothing more than that, to please him. There was something pleasing in that for her too. To hear him moan, was an amazing feeling.

At his command Grace got to her feet, hoping that she was to be rewarded now. She did however, feel herself get a bit nervous, as he let her out to the main part of the church. Both because it was a more public place, the odds of them being fond here, was so big. And the fact that it was such a big and open room, was quite daunting too.

She let him remover her dress and bra, although she did blush as he did. Not because of him. But because of her catholic upbringing and the fact that he was pressing her up against the alter. Grace rested her hands against his chest, before he pressed her himself more firmly against her. To help him find his way inside, she lifted one leg and wrapped it around his hip. She met his eyes daringly, trying to show him that she wanted it. Although the pink flush of her cheeks, didn't help her make than convincing. Grace sighed deeply as he slipped inside her. She shifted her arms to wrap around his neck.

Being called a slut didn't really touch her, it was what she was. Paul called her a slut to, but with him it was a degrading term. With Jack it felt different, he liked the fact that she was a slut. And it was only to him that she liked being a slut. As he pushed himself into her, it didn't take long before she started to moan. She tried to keep it down, by keeping her voice down, and slightly burying her fingers in the skin of his back. Her moans therefore came out more like wimps, as she neared the orgasm in an alarming pace.
 
" Oohoo yess.. " Jack groaned when Grace tried so hard, though her body was so starved and taunted by the lack of the earlier orgasm that now it seemed to go crazy on the taste of him within her.

" Careful.. girl, the choir boys.. might hear you.. " he would groan at her, leaning himself firmly against her naked body not to let her escape, and then simply started to fuck her hard and fast, here was no intention to help her keep quiet, he wanted that squirming, that desperate struggle against her pleasure, the pleasure she so badly wanted, it drove him crazy to want and fight it in hopes to still manage and have both at the same time.

" oohoo.. if only, your husband knew, how wet.. you can really get.. girl.. " he moaned at her though, himself also struggling not to grow to loud, though that did little in his attempt to let her feel so dirty, he wanted her to loose herself and cum hard for him, as though nothing really mattered to her but this very moment, even if it meant having someone drop in on them, though granted, the longer he could keep this hidden away still, the longer he could ravage his lovely captive today, and there was no intention to take part of the remaining wedding, it would merely have to serve as cover for him to spend some quality time with the wife of another man.
 
Making room for him to fuck her, Grace leaned back from him, so that he could watch her, as he pounded into her. She kept one hand on his shoulder, and supported her weight behind her, with the other hand. Unintentional knocking over a few things. But she didn't really notice, as she was too caught up by Jack. Breathing heavily, she tried to keep her sounds of pleasure to just wimping and humming. But it was so hard, when he took her hard. Just the way she liked it. "Jack.." Grace wimped as she felt her muscles starting to tighten around him.

If Grace was ever wet, when Paul took her, it was because she was thinking of Jack, and the feeling of his big cock inside of her. Nothing had really changed back home. But Grace couldn't help but that that Paul had to have noticed the difference. She didn't enjoy Paul's touches more than she had before. But her blowjobs had improved immensely, and she was more wet when he took her. So maybe, somewhere he would get that something was going on. But if he had enough of a brain to figure it out. Grace didn't know. She was pretty sure, that he would think the idea that anyone would want to fuck Grace was a ridiculous one.

As she was finally allowed to reach her orgasm, the nails at his shoulder buried deeper into his skin. It was all in her attempt to stay quiet as the muscles of her pussy got so tight around him, that it was literally milking him for every drop he might squirt into her.
 
" Yesss... " Jack groaned as she ushered his name, his thrusts growing more intense by the moment with those fingers burying into his back and the sight of her chest bouncing with every, it was it's own slice of heaven, it got him so hard in that needy pussy to watch and feel how truly intense and desired this moment was for her.

And when then finally her body had no longer the need to just feel him inside, but instead assault it with her climax, he'd moan somewhat loudly and lower his hold down to her hips, trying to lift her lower body up against his thrusts only to try and fuck her as hard as humanly possible, leaving her to lean her back onto the altar with little else to hold her in place as, for a brief while, he'd pound harsh into her, prolonging her Climax possibly, only to make a last noisy and wet slap against her spread pussy, only to groan with delight when he himself came, pouring his second load into her womb as though it was his right to use her like that, just as back throughout that weekend where he made so clear for her that it was her duty to let him have her natural, if it knocked her up did not matter at all, she was the slave, and she'd carry the burden of her duty if she was naive enough to forget her need to protect her body from his lust.


" Yesss, oh god.. yes ! ... should have.. fucked you over that.. baptismal font, give the priest.. some real.. holy water.. to use.. " Jack moaned though, not ashamed to grow a little overboard there with his comment, though within was just a hint of him saying how much he loved it for her to be this wet, a wetness that was best to persist for a while.
 
The orgasm was so intense, it made her shiver all over. Even more so as Jack lifted her up onto the alter and kept pounding into her. It did prolong her orgasm, as her her whole body seemed to clench and she lost control over her moans, as he panted so loudly, as the orgasm rolled over and over, as he kept thrusting. "Oh god!! Jack!!" She cried out, unable to hold back anything. Jack finally stopped moving, as she too came.

Grace leaned back on the alter, like it was a normal table, that he had just fucked her against. She adored having his eyes on her body, so she stayed like that for a short while, as she looked at him, regaining his breath. But then she sat up and reached for his face to pull him into a swirling kiss. "Thank you master" She whispered, just a few inches from his lips, her eyes glistering with joy as she looked into his eyes. The fact that he desired her, and gave her pleasure, made her loved him far more than her husband. Just for that. She knew that he didn't really care about her, beyond what she could do to entertain him in the bedroom. But that was enough. And as sad as it was, it was more than she had had before.
 
" Oh you dirty... " he groaned, loving it for her to, on her own, call him Master again, it was such a delightful word to hear for him after he has had his way with her, it made him wish he could just take her back home and force her to stay in his basement again for a few nights, though sadly he was well aware that she had a husband, but for now, that didn't matter, hardly her husband did her any good, grace wasn't the type, in his eyes, to just sleep around, so more then before, he was sure that there was an unsatisfied young girl in her craving to feel the full force of a man wanting her for her body, an urge to feel perhaps how desirable she was to one, even if that gave him a lot of power over her.

" Don't .. you think I am done yet Slave, there's a month worth, of work for you to catch up on, and if you have to crawl home, your not done.. until I say so ! " he groans at her now, and then grabs the back of her head to force her back into another kiss, this time though to make it last for a while as greedily he sought to wrestle with her tongue, allowing his right hand the time to first knead her left buttocks, and then reach up to firmly knead her left breast, bothering to admit physically that her chests adornment where desirable in his eyes, very much so as once again he wanted to leave a lasting impression, one to warmly stick to her face when he was done.
 
Grace smiled at him, as she groaned at her. It was amazing what a few words could do. The right words at the right time, could be just as good as caresses in the right places.

Her smile stayed on her lips as he said he wasn't done yet. The mere fact that he was there, made her smile, get turned on, and forget all about her husband. She could worry about that later. Even if it would involve getting beaten up, it would be worth it. Or at least, that was how it felt right now. Grace put both of her hands on his neck and he gave her a good and proper snog. She participated by letting her tongue take part in the rough wrestling, sighing happily as she did. Sighing just as much, because of his hand firstly on her ass and then on her breast. She folded her other leg around him as well, holding him close to her.
The fear of getting walked in on was almost gone, as they weren't really being loud anymore. Although she was still naked, it didn't seem nearly as dangerous now.
 
For a while still he'd hold her captive in this kiss, though when finally he'd part from it, he'd also take away that filling rod from her depths as slowly he'd pull back and allow the fluids to stain the floor below, a little memento for the priest to discover later.

" To sad we have no lube ready today, your cum will have to be enough this time.. " he would groan though, both his hands to squeeze her buttocks as he spoke to let slip what he wanted, he did crave to try that lovely ass again, and while usually always bothering to lube up for her before he took it, this time there was nothing there to ease her up with, and still he intended to do it, worse though, there was going to be even less lubrication available soon as he tried to take a step back and pull his pants up, obviously intending to do it someplace else, though he would also fetch her bra to toss it behind him, intending for her to be naked below the dress that he'd bother to hand her then, a grin on his face as he intended to go a little more public with her now so that this time, she'd get to have a hard time struggling against pleasure and possibly pain.
 
Grace sat on the alter, and watched him as he pulled away. She looked forward to getting more of him, once they got to the house. As she seriously doubted that this would be it. He wouldn't let go of her that easily.

"Just like the first time then" She remembered that very clearly. Having been taking in the anus, without any lubricant than her own juices had been painful. Especially because it had been her first time. But she endured it, for him. It gave him much more pleasure than it gave her. And she was there to serve him, like a proper slave.

Grace watched as he threw away her bra, and only gave her her dress. She wondered what the priest would think, if or when he found it. She pulled the dress over her head, and let if fall to the ground as she hopped down from the alter. Only then did she realize that she had dropped her shoes, when he had sat her on the alter, so she went to put those on as well. "What now master?" She asked, when she had fixed her hair, as much as she could, without a mirror. Whether or not they should make the alter tidy again, by picking up the things she had knocked over, she would let Jack decide. Maybe he would want to leave behind a bit of evidence that they had been there. More than the liquid traces that had run down over the cloth of the alter, and was now pooling in small puddles on the floor.
 
" Now we are going to enjoy the wedding party, that's what we came here for, right ? " Jack said with a grin, taking Grace by her hand to try and lead her out of the church, loving the thought that, below her dress, she was naked for him, it was truly a shame that he had no Vibrator with him though, it would have been so much sweeter if every step would have been a pleasant torture for her.

Soon jack would have lead her outside and over towards the large house where the wedding Celebration had kicked into high gear, drinks, various food items, music, it all was there, added in with the occasional young man having taken it upon himself to sample one pf the strippers, least those that didn't mind getting some action given that most of them preferred to tease but not be touched.

It was however a sign that Laureen had already done her dirty tease on her lover and that likely these two disappeared upstairs for a few rounds of their first married sex, making Jack wonder if they even be able to manage and make another appearance at their own wedding today.

For now jack would lead Grace into the house though, past the joyous crowd into the kitchen that, least at the moment, didn't seem to be used at all, most items for the party having been delivered making the kitchen rather pointless right now. That was, save for the fact that in the room next door plenty of men and women where talking, dancing, drinking and eating, so close to the two, and still Jack would shove her up against one of the counters, following the sound f his fly being unzipped and her dress being raise, he was raising the stakes of being discovered as he eagerly tried to have his way right here now in the kitchen.
 
Grace smiled back at Jack as he took her hand. That had been why she had come to the party. But now it was just about the last thing on her mind. If you didn't know that Grace was naked under her dress, you wouldn't spot it. But it you knew, you would be able to just make out that the slight crease where her knickers should have been, was missing. And that her nipples were showing on the front. No one would look at Grace the way that Jack did. In fact she was hardly ever noticed in a crowd. So she wasn't that nervous about that part of going back to the party.

As they made it to the house, it was clear that the party was already quite the success, with the music and dancing. Not to mention drinking. Grace was quite sure that her husband was already so wasted, that he wouldn't notice her absence.
She had imagined that he would take her to a bedroom, and keep her there, for the rest of the day. So she started to wonder, and get nervous, when he didn't go up the stairs, but in stead went into the kitchen. The sounds of people eating and talking, right on the other side of the wall was clear as day. She felt her heart rate fastened as she looked at him, slightly pale. What if someone walked in on them. What if Paul walked in on them? Most of her family was here now, and none of them would hesitate to tell Paul, if they saw.
But she didn't have much choice, as Jack pushed her up against one of the counters and undid his zipper. As he raised his dress, she looked at him, the fear of being discovered clearly painted on her face. In the church, it wouldn't have been someone she knew, who would have found them. And the discovery of them, might have never gotten back to Paul. But here it would. And the chance that he would beat her half to death, if not to death, was putting a damper on her lust for him.
 
Jack saw that fear, though he took it for more of a generalized fear of being discovered, and he would let her fear for it a while longer as he mean to go through with it, allowing her only a single line of defense with the counter covering her lower body, someone entering might only see them standing close, very close to one another, and would have to come around to see for sure what that suspicious position really was meant to be.

And what it meant to be was pretty simply, with grace being pushed against the counter facing the door, and the back of her dress being raised, it wasn't hard to figure what he was about to do, and with that thick meat then pushing against her tight after, it was more then certain that he was pushing her to let anything but her service to him go.

" I missed this tight ass, Slave.. " he would groan, and then try to push himself somewhat rough into her rectum, quite obviously intending to not be to gentle this time, he was about to listen to her buttocks clashing against him and watch her untamed breasts bounce within her dress, and even if someone where to enter now, he'd not simply stop, more then anything now he wanted this slave to give herself up completely, and by what he knew of her marriage, he was even doing her a favor, even if perhaps he was being a bit to unkind in his method.
 
The only thing that kept Grace from begging him not to take her here. Was her duty to him. She did was he asked, and in return he desired her, and gave her great pleasure. It meant that she had to do things she didn't want to do. So far she had considered the time she spent with him to be a completely different part of her life. She was another woman when she was with him. In her normal life she was a wall flower, shy and held back. With him, she could so anything, endure everything, for him. And that was what frightened her here. The thought that those two worlds might collide.

So she kept her eyes, on the door, starring at it more precisely. As she felt his hands raising her dress. Grace was so afraid, but her body didn't reflect it. Other than a more tight anus than she had had that weekend. Her juices were still flowing down her legs, as she felt him press against her ass.

Only a slight wimp made it pass her lips as he pushed himself inside. At this point keeping quiet was the most important thing. She hoped that when he had finished he would take her somewhere else, where they could lock a door, and be sure that nobody would be walking in on them.
 
" In we go.. " Jack whispered at Grace, then his hips begun to rock back and forth as he begun to fuck her ass, taking his sweet time with it, even to press himself a little harder against her each time he went back in again to savor her being so tense in fear of being discovered, though that was part of the moments charm to him, she was scared, but still she submitted to him, giving herself to him as naught but his property, so blindly to obey him so that he found his pleasure in using her.

" Make sure, I'll come soon, before someone walks in on us.. " he teased her though, restraining himself from reaching for her breasts as he'd simply hold to the counter left and right from her as to least give a chance to her of explaining the situation, though his thrusts unmistakeably giving away what was happening, of how slowly he was increasing the pace to fuck that lovely ass and again lay claim on this woman as though she belonged to him.
 
As Grace was completely unable to relax, and Jack hadn't used any sort of lubricant, it was even more painful this time, than the first. If any noises escaped her now, it would only be small wimps. But not of pleasure like they usually were, but of pain. She usually enjoyed the tight feeling of his cock in her ass. But not this time, this time it was just painful.

The sounds of flesh slapping against each other, rung out in the silent kitchen. Grace closed her eyes tightly, as she tried to keep all sounds on the inside. If someone walked in the door right now, they might just as well shoot her. Not only would Paul maybe kill her, but she would be shut out from her family, and left to fend for herself. If she survived the beating Paul would give her. She was sure that Jack might let her be his permanent slave, at least for a while. And where else could she go?

There was a slight creak from the door as it was slightly opened. Grace looked up at it. Pale as a sheet. Who ever had opened it, seemed to have paused, talking to someone. For about half a minute the door stood open like that. Grace felt like she couldn't breathe, and as if she would have a heart attack any moment. But then it closed again, and whom ever it had been, went back to the party. Grace was able to breathe again, for now. That had been too close. A couple of inches more, and her whole life could have fallen apart. "Jack.. please" She pleaded, fearing that they wouldn't be able to stay alone in here for much longer. She knew it was out of place for a slave to beg or ask for anything. But this was beyond what she was willing to give him. This was her begging for her life. And the desperation was clear in her voice.
 
Jack grunted, he wasn't all to willing to give up just yet, it felt so good, though he was aware that she didn't get to enjoy this as much, and while that wasn't usually that bad, it kind of killed the mood even for a slave to just pray for the moment that it was all over, the fear and desperation speaking in her voice did little to ease up on that either.

" Shh " he hissed at her ear though, sudden to stop and simply grind himself firmly against her ass. " Go and fetch us a bottle of red wine, and then come upstairs ! " he ordered her, unaware that they had nearly been discovered as he had been to focused on her ass that moment, finding though that she was unable to cope with it, least that's how he would be seeing it with her plea, he decided to let her have a bit of lubrication for this act, and more privacy, so they both could go all out, and that sounded more promising to him, and whether she groaned in discomfort doing her duty, or moaning like a whore for him, he'd not let her go until she tired him out today.
 
Taking a breath of relief, Grace nodded and waited for him to pull away, before she moved. As she made it outside the kitchen, she went straight for the bathroom, where she took a moment to compose herself. What if it had been Paul at the door. Grace had never been that scared before, and that was why she needed a moment.

When she had made sure, that she looked normal.. well.. more or less. She went out again, and found that bottle of wine. Before she left she got a single shot of vodka at the bar. Just to calm her nerves back down. Grace needed to relax, if she was going to enjoy herself with Jack. While she was at the bar, she caught a short glimpse of Paul. She definitely didn't have to worry about him. He was already wasted. She knew him well enough to tell that by a single look.

As Grace headed back up the stairs, she wondered if he would be in the same room they had been in before, or if he had found another one. She headed for the one they had used before, but kept her eyes open, in case he had chosen another room.
 
Jack was waiting in the hallway upstairs, allowing Grace some time to get the wine as requested, though he was glad when finally she came up and waved her to come, standing besides the door to the room that previously he has had his fun with her, and which now would serve for him to enjoy himself again with that fine woman.

" Get inside and strip, I want to find your luxurious ass naked on the bed when I join you. " he moans at her ear, ushering her to enter the room with the wine, though not yet to follow her, he would lock her into the room and then go to get himself some robe for the coming endeavor, longing to leave Grace helpless under his assault to serve only a singular purpose, and it would involve for her to need some time to clean up before she'd be able to dare show her face to anyone again.
 
As Grace lay eyes on Jack again, she felt both his impact on her, and the impact of the vodka she had just drunk. She wasn't scared anymore, as the excitement returned to her. If anyone had seen them, standing at the door together, they might have been able to put two and two together. With the way that she looked at him, and he looked at her.

When she entered the room, she heard the door lock behind her. Wondering what he would be doing, she found a slight comfort in the fact that the door was locked. At least then she knew, that if someone came through those doors, it would be Jack. Grace put the wine on the bedside table, and took off her dress and her shoes. Then she went to the mirror and took out all the pins and whatnots that kept it in place. After.. what ever he had planned.. She would most likely need to redo it anyway. And she was sure he would prefer her hair to be down. If he had a choice. When she was ready she lay down on her back. Facing the door, waiting for him to return.
 
Jack soon found what he needed in an extravagant robe used as adorning feature to some elaborate curtains, a somewhat thick robe, though still quite capable to do it's purpose, and with the same type of window cover being used around the house, he soon had a few of these together.

Mindful not to let others see the collection he just gathered he'd then return towards the room, pausing before the door to consider if anything else was required. And indeed, planting the robes before the door, he then went downstairs to fetch a bit of cake, two slices to be exact, intending to enjoy the wedding in a slightly different shape with Grace.

Then finally he would enter, a plate with wedding-cake in one hand, and the robes in the other, planted onto a smaller wardrobe besides the door so he could lock it securely. Then he'd simply throw the robes onto the bed besides Grace and look at her with a grin as his hands start to loosen his garbs.

Now Grace, do keep your legs apart and display your fuck hole.. " he groaned lustfully at her. " I'm going to rape you this time, and No one will save your delicious body from pleasing me ! " he went on, not quite to actually rape her, giving that she was most certainly willing in his eyes, though it was an underlying warning, this time he was going to play mean and allow her no Protest, in fact, this time, he'd bother not with toys or foreplay, he wanted it hard and Dirty, and her body was going to be his playground.
 
Grace lifted her upper body and rested on her elbows behind her, as he came back into the room. She truly appreciated the fact that he locked the door. That way she wouldn't have to worry about being interrupted by anyone. The rope and cake he brought with him, intrigued her, what did he have in mind?

Doing as she was told, Grace slowly parted her legs, in a sensual manner, as she watched him take off his clothes. All day she had longed to see his gorgeous body, so she was quite happy to finally lay eyes on it. A slight smile was on her lips, as she waited for him to get ready. As she exposed herself to him, it would be quite easy for him to see, that she had once again relaxed, and was ready for him to take her. By the sight of the moisture that marked her legs, and the whole pelvic area.
 
" Yes.. " Jack groaned, throwing the last item he wore aside, then, with only his socks on, he would approach her, deciding last minute to leave the robe for the next robe, instead now to crawl onto the bed and over her to grab her wrists and pin them to the bed besides her head.

" Time to fuck your brains out Slave, pleasing your husband is going to be a chore with how sore your going to be.. " he groans, lowering himself between her legs to simply slam himself into her silken depths and then thrust time after time again into grace, each time to thrust rather hard, only to draw back slowly, craving to see her breasts bounce each and every time.

" Yes, your.. fuck meat.. now.. " he would groan even, loving every single quake her body did when he thrusts, wanting Grace to endure and enjoy being nothing right now, nothing but Jacks pleasure hole.

" Clench your cunt.. milk it.. like you never did before Slave.. " he'd ask even, devouring this moment that was going to mark today's heavy work out, he wanted her unable to walk straight before she would be released back to her husband so that she'd never forget who's toy she was, even when she was with the man she married.
 
Grace smiled slightly, as he came over and pinned her wrists to the bed with his hands. She had longed for this, not just all day, but the whole of the past month.

She knew that he wouldn't want her to speak about her husband, even if it was just to tell him, that being fucked by her husband was always a chore. It was a long time since that had been something that she actually enjoyed. Even less so, during the past month. As she saw it, that weekend she had learned what a real man was supposed to be like. And how he should, maybe not treat, but then at least how he should want his woman's body, and crave every bit of it. Spreading her legs more for him, she sighed as he slammed inside her first. His hard thrusts made her moan slightly, every time he sunk into her.

Jack set her a task, to clench around him. I took a few thrusts for her to remember how to use those muscles, as all her senses were more aware of the wonderful rough sensation he gave her, by fucking her so hard. But then she did remember, and did her best to clench them around his big cock, as he kept pounding it into her, and still making her moan.
 
" Aahaa... Yess.. " Jack groaned, it was so incredible how good that pussy felt clenching so willingly onto his girt, even more so hearing and feeling how she herself enjoyed to give to him what, this time around, he didn't earn, but which he simply took, and took so hard that her whole body was to quake for him under the force of his thrusts.

" Such an eager.. Slut you are Grace, I'm .. not going to wait.. another Month for your fine ass... to bother.. doing it's purpose.. Your .. Mine, and you'll not, neglect pleasing me.. again.. " Jack moaned over her, his pace now sudden to increase as he slammed into her hard and fast, intending to feed her needy pleasure hole with another load of his goods before he'd restrain her and truly use her as a fuck doll, the only thing she would be allowed to be today, he was going to let her feel how much he needed to ravage her, and this time, not allow her to make herself scarce again, he would have her in his dungeon again, and she'd learn to present herself properly to him as the *slut* he needed her to be in bed.
 
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