A Wedding Day Treat for Rachel

He was so lost in a haze of lust that he hadn't seen the conga line breaking apart up ahead, as the song came to a finish. Before he could react Rachel had stopped dead in her tracks and he walked straight into the back of her.

Rachel gasped, instantly aware of what was digging into her, it was a feeling she'd become almost used too, given how worked up men seemed to get around her. But it still shocked her that Emily's father was clearly sharing the same naughty thoughts that she was.

John started to splutter a stream of apologies, mortified by his situation. What happened next though made him lost for words.

"I'm sorry Rachel, I didn't mean to, god I'm so so sorry..." Rachel had spun around as the music broke into a slower tune. Around the room couples were pairing up and taking to the dance floor. She pushed herself up against John, hiding his predicament from the rest of the wedding party.

John let out an audible groan as he felt his cock digging into Rachel's firm toned stomach. A look of blank shock swept over his face as he noticed her smiling up at him. "Sorry for what?" She fluttered her eyelashes innocently.

That was the last thing on Earth he had expected her to say. He thought he was about to get a slap round the face, then have to explain to his daughter what he'd done to ruin her wedding day and upset her best friend and bridesmaid so much. For some reason she didn't seem bothered at all to have a much older man's raging hard on pushed tightly up against her as they swayed back and forth in time with the music.

Little would he have dared to dream what was actually going on in Rachel's mind at that very moment. She was beyond horny, practically panting with anticipation. A combination of having the rapt attention of every male eye in the room admiring her all day long, and her vivid daydreaming of John, was tortuous for the sex mad bridesmaid. She could feel the warmth of her blood flushing her cheeks, a heat which spread through her entire body. When John looked again he noticed her eyes dilate, her beauty was almost overwhelming and his cock instinctively flexed.

Rachel giggled, temporarily breaking the spell she'd cast over him. "I've never been this embarrassed in all my life. Please Rachel don't tell my daughter." He begged in a whisper.

"Don't worry I won't, but we probably should get you to a table or something so you can sit down and cool off a bit." She laughed again.

"Good idea." John was relieved how relaxed Rachel was about the whole situation and eternally grateful for it.

They danced their way to the far corner of the room. All the tables there were now deserted, people had either hit the dance floor or had moved to sit in the bar area which wasn't so dark.

John quickly sat himself down and tucked himself under the table as far as he could. Luckily there was a floor length white tablecloth which skirted all the way around, and now concealed his lower half completely from the rest of the room.

He looked up to thank Rachel but she was already gone. Probably for the best, he thought to himself. He wouldn't stand a chance at getting his erection to soften with her still there anyway.

There was a jug of ice water at the centre of the table, he shakily poured himself a glass, privately thinking the best thing to do would be to pour it into his lap, that might cool him off a bit.

Unbeknownst to John, Rachel hadn't returned to the party. As soon as she noticed he was distracted she quickly ducked down and checking the coast was clear, slipped underneath the table, making sure the tablecloth concealed her from view as she went. Given how horny she had been all day, there was no way she could resist the temptation of a cock that hard presented to her in such a way. She knew she would feel guilty later on, seeing as the cock in question belonged to her best friend's father, but as she had come to realise by now, forbidden fruits often tasted the sweetest, and this was a fruit she knew she needed to taste.

It was almost pitch black under the table, there was only a crack of light pouring in from where John was sat and she crawled her way slowly towards it. She sat there a while, nervous as to how he would react, she knew it would give him a hell of a fright and not only did she not want to get kicked in the process, but what if he caused such a commotion people came over to investigate, she would find it pretty hard to explain her way out of this one.

She took a deep breath, mastering all her nerves and gently stroked her nails across John's thighs.

As expected his reaction was to jump in alarm. In doing so he knocked the jug over, spilling ice and water all over the table. "OH SHIT!"

Rachel then pounced, sensing her opportunity while John was distracted trying to clear up the mess he had just made. "What the?...Oh no no no!" He stammered as he felt his flies being pulled down and a slender hand plunge into his trousers and wrestle his cock free.

John was stuck now, if he backed away or stood up he risked exposing himself to the whole wedding party. He was almost too shocked to grasp what was even happening, he was in a state of disbelief as his shaft was being gently wanked under the table.

With the lack of light Rachel discovered her other senses were becoming heightened. The heat that radiated from Johns throbbing cock seemed intensified and the sweet smell of his leaking pre cum was intoxicating to her. She desperately rubbed her soaking pussy, having never felt this naughty before.

She couldn't hold back any longer, her hunger for his raging tool was becoming feverish as she pulled herself up into his lap and flicked her tongue across his swollen head.

John clenched his teeth in an attempt to stifle a moan. His brain was beginning to register his situation fully now. He hoped that it was Rachel under the table, who else could it be? That really didn't matter at this moment in time however, as whoever it was sure knew what they were doing. He couldn't process the reasons why such a gorgeous creature would want his cock in her mouth but he thanked the heavens that she did. His eyes rolled back and his hands scrunched up the table cloth as he felt the mystery mouth engulf the tip of his achingly hard dick and gently suck on it.

"Oh Christ." He whispered, as Rachel began smothering her prize with soft kisses. Running her tongue slowly up and down the full length of his shaft, getting it nice and wet, before once again wrapping her lips around his tip and sliding it into her mouth.

John had never had a blowjob like this is his life. It felt like his cock was being worshipped. Which was partly true, Rachel was in complete adoration of his thick meaty idol. In her blinkered world of darkness, it was the only thing that existed to her right now.

Emily suddenly noticed her dad sitting all alone in the corner of the room and made her way over to him.

"Are you all right dad?" John jumped again at the sound. He was so lost in the moment that he hadn't noticed his daughter approaching.

"EMILY!...Ah...oh...Emily!" He quickly tried to compose himself the best he could. "I'm fine, absolutely fine!"

"Really? You seem a bit flustered, and what happened here." She motioned towards the mess on the table.

"Oh that, I knocked the jug over that's a...oh...all. Must be drunker than I thought." He was trembling from head to toe, determined to keep a grip of himself.

Rachel could hear her best friend's voice just feet from where she was knelt. She knew the torment that John must be going through having to talk to his daughter while her maid of honour sucked him off under the table. Far from going easy on him, it spurred on her wicked side.

She went back to slowly and sensuously sucking on his big meaty tool, except when it hit the back of her mouth this time, she expertly opened her throat and inched her way down his shaft until his full 8 inches were buried in her throat. She gagged slightly but luckily the sound of the party drowned out any noise.

John briefly lost all composure, he slammed his fist down on the table. The feeling of Rachel's lips wrapped around the base of his cock was too much. He pretended to break out into a coughing fit to cover his lapse of restraint, slapping his chest for added effect.

"Are you sure you're alright Dad? I'll sit with you for a while." Emily was in the middle of pulling back the chair next to her father when he interrupted her. "NO!" His hand went to the chair, holding it in place.

Emily looked at him with a confused expression, her dad was acting rather strangely, she'd never seen him like this before.

Little did she know that her best friend was now savaging her father's cock under the table, bobbing up and down on It's full length with wild abandon. Rachel was getting maddeningly turned on, her whole body was flushed with excitement and she was tingling from head to toe. With one hand on John's thigh for support the other sought out her dripping wet pussy and she rubbed her clit furiously, working herself up into a state of ecstasy.

"I mean no, honestly I'm f...fine. I'll just sit here and drink my water, I need to sober up a bit. You go back to your p...party." He said it with the straightest face he could muster. He could sense his balls were churning and knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his load, he needed his daughter to leave as quickly as possible, not knowing how much longer he could last.

"Errr ok dad, I'll leave you to it."

"I just need a minute hun. I'll find you in a bit."

Emily smiled at this, slightly more appeased and walked back towards the dance floor.

John slumped back in his chair, the relief of having got away with that was short, replaced by a need to cum in the hot little mouth that was ravaging his swollen member. His breathing became short and shallow and his fists scrunched up the table cloth.

Rachel got there first but by a matter a seconds. Her fingers worked her pussy furiously.

"mmmppphhh mmmmppphhh mmmmmmpppphhhhhh!" Her moans of pleasure were muffled by a throat full of cock.

She pulled her mouth free momentarily as she came hard, afraid she might involuntarily bite down on it. "Ohhh ggaaawwwwdddd yessssss!" She was humping her own hand as waves of euphoria rushed through her body, her fingers were dripping in her juices.

Still moaning as her orgasm continued, she sucked John's cock back into her mouth, exhaling heavily through her nose.

The vibrations of Rachel's moans added to the incredible sensations his cock was being treated to. He had no idea she had just cum, but knew he was on the brink himself.

John grit his teeth and balled his fists so tightly that they hurt. What started with his hips rocking back and forth, soon turned to him completely raising his ass off the chair while he fucked her mouth with increased vigour.

Rachel was gagging every time his meaty pole was thrust into the depths of her throat, loving the rough treatment her mouth was now receiving. She felt it start to twitch and soon hot ropes of sticky cum squirted down her throat, straight into her stomach. It took all Johns will power not to scream out with pleasure.

Rachel gagged due to the sheer volume of spunk that was being expelled. She tried to swallow it all but couldn't stop some from spilling out and dribbling down her chin.

She continued to greedily feast on his manhood until it was completely cleaned of every speck of cum, giving it a long sensuous kiss when she had finished.

John sat there for a while in stunned amazement. His eyes had briefly lost focus but now he was blinking the world back into existence. Rachel was mirroring him under the table, she sat herself on the floor, mastering her breathing, whilst wiping the cum from her chin and licking it from her fingers. A feeling of complete satisfaction enveloping her.

Realising his cock was still out, John reached down and tucked it back into his trousers, zipping himself up.

A crack of light seeped into Rachel's word of darkness as she tentatively lifted up the edge of the tablecloth. Then bending low she peaked through the gap making sure the coast was clear before she hurriedly crawled out from her hiding place and straightened herself up.

John stared at her in disbelief, his mouth a comical 'O'. He couldn't believe that such an incredibly sexy girl had just sucked him off like that in public. She looked so beautiful standing there patting out the creases in her satin dress. He could see her stiff nipples jutting out through the thin material, a smirk creasing his lips knowing she must be turned on too, amazing as that seemed.

Rachel's cheeks were still flushed. It was true she had just had an intense orgasm but she knew she needed more and hoped that John was up to the task.

She walked away towards the doors at the side of the dance floor, without so much as looking at John. He felt a pang of disappoint and longing as he stared at her pert bottom swaying so seductively as she walked. His cock suddenly twitched again and he knew if he didn't get up and move soon, he'd be in the same situation as he was when he sat down, fully erect and unable to move anywhere. Maybe he would go outside for a cigarette and try to process what had just happened. To his complete surprise, just as Rachel reached the exit she turned and headed up a dark narrow corridor. She paused at the entrance and turned to face John, his heart leapt into his chest as he saw her raised finger beckoning him to follow her, then she continued on her way up the passageway.

He jumped to his feet, every fibre in his body wanted to sprint to where he'd just seen her disappear out of sight, but there were still a lot of people around so he walked quickly trying not to draw any attention to himself.

John felt like a school kid again. His heart was racing now as he reached the point where Rachel had been standing. When he turned the corner he was briefly shocked to see that nobody was there, just a long dark corridor. Then a door to his left opened and a pair of hands dragged him inside.

He was about to speak, but his first words were stifled by a soft pair of full plump lips, mashing themselves into his. His mouth instinctively opened and a warm tongue darted inside, swirling around his. The kiss was phenomenal, it was soft and gentle to begin with but within no time it became hungry and passionate as they aggressively savaged one another's mouths.

After minutes of feverish devouring, the kiss broke. John opened his eyes, only now aware that they were in a small store room of some kind, lit by a single exposed bulb. There were a few shelves of cleaning products, a bucket and mop and some sort of industrial floor polishing machine and hardly enough room for them to even stand in.

"What are we doing?" He stammered. "We shouldn't be...this is so wrong."

Rachel grinned at him mischievously. "You're right it is wrong, but that what makes it so right." Then she launched at him again with yet another mind blowing kiss.

"But...but...Emily..." He groaned into her hot panting mouth.

"Just shut up and fuck me!" Rachel interrupted his attempt to be chivalrous. She too knew Emily would never forgive her if she found out, but she wasn't about to tell her and she doubted very much John would either.

Her words were like a catalyst for John's lust, any doubts about right or wrong were instantly washed away. He was stunned by her forwardness and sexual confidence but equally struck by an overwhelming desire to fuck this goddess as hard as he could.

He pushed Rachel up against the door and continued to kiss her with unbridled passion. He chewed on her lip before moving down to lick and gnaw along her jawline. All the while fighting to rip off his belt and free his meaty 8 inch cock from his suit trousers.

Rachel seized Johns head in both her hands, raking her nails through his short black hair. She groaned into his mouth with wanton desire as she felt him dragging up her long flowing dress from the floor. A draught of cool air sent tingles over her naked pussy.

"Uh huh! Oh Fuck!" She whimpered as John bent down slightly, the tip of his cock brushed against her dripping wet sex. Her skin felt like it was on fire and she ached for its full length to fill her completely.

John was nuzzled into her slender neck. He couldn't believe what was happening but needed it more than he had ever needed anything before. He groaned as he felt her pussy lips beginning to part, It's walls squeezed him tightly, seemingly trying to pull him in deeper.

"OH SHIT!" He actually sank his teeth into the smooth silky skin on her shoulder, as he pushed his way up into her welcoming cunt. The sensation was out of this word.

"YES! OH FUCK YESSS!" Rachel was so worked up already that she thought for one maddening second that she was about to cum after the first thrust of John's thick granite hard cock.

They started off slowly, both standing upright facing each other. John's hands cupping her peachy bottom, Rachel's around his neck. Breathing into each other's mouths. Working one another up into a state of rampant desire.

"That's it Mr Saunders, take me, come on fuck me hard!" She begged.

John couldn't believe his ears but her words spurred him on. He took both her arms and pinned them high above her head with one of his large hands.

With the other he kept his grip on her ass, as he pulled her against his now pistoning cock. "HARDER! YESS YEESSS!!" She screamed. Soon he was spearing Rachel up against the door, rampantly fucking into her tight snatch with an enthusiasm he hadn't felt for 20 years.

"Ungh uh fuck." He groaned as he slammed into her over and over.

Rachel was on the verge of a powerful orgasm. She loved the feeling of power she had over men, teasing them, winding them up till they were fit to burst, but still nothing compared to the euphoria she felt when she gave herself over completely to a strong dominant man. John was a builder by trade, powerfully built with large calloused hands. They were scratching her soft smooth skin as he roughly mauled her ass and pinned her arms to the door.

"Ah...Ahhh...AHHHH!!" She began to tremble as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

John was watching Rachel's massive tits bouncing so enticingly on her chest, free from a bra they were almost spilling out of the top of her tight satin dress with every upwards thrust. They looked incredible, a line of drool poured from his mouth and dripped down into the swell of her cleavage. That was it, he had to see them.

Rachel let out a disappointed whimper as John pulled his cock from her clutching pussy. She was about to protest, being so close to another much needed orgasm, but soon saw the look of hunger in his eyes as he stared at her heaving breasts.

John let go of Rachel's arms. He wasted no time in pulling the thin straps of her dress down off her shoulders, allowing her tits to spring into view.

Rachel couldn't help but giggle when she saw John's gormless expression as he admired her incredible 32FF breasts. "Do you like them?" She cooed.

"Like them?? Oh...my...god..." John couldn't get over how unbelievably sexy this girl was, he'd never seen tits as amazing as hers before. So big yet so pert, with hardly any sag, it just didn't seem possible.

Rachel groaned as she felt his rough hands begin to gently caress her breasts. His chapped skin was heightening her sensitivity, as he flicked his thumbs over her small swollen nipples. "Oh fuck" she breathed, "that's it play with them, they're all yours Mr Saunders."

John squeezed them hard, mashing them together, causing Rachel to squeak with surprise. She loved having her tits man handled. He brought one of her little pink nipples up to his mouth and sucked on it hard. "Oh shit! That's it! Suck on my tits!"