Becoming Mrs. Cockwife Pt. 03

At the Wedding Altar

When I arrived at the altar, James put his hands on my head and asked me to kneel down and face him. I was shocked as he meant that I need to look at his crotch for the rest of the wedding. I knelt down and stared at his crotch as I looked at my future husband while kneeling naked with cum on my face.

The families in the audience were shocked and disgusted. They whispered amongst themselves, "Can you believe this? She's naked at her own wedding!" while others snickered and laughed.

In my head, I was thinking about how I would never forget this wedding day and how disgusting it would be for the next hour to just face his crotch. I felt utterly humiliated and like a joker. I was inches away from my husband, James's cock and his crotch that all I would be able to see.

As the ceremony progressed, I couldn't help but feel like an object, a mere plaything for James and his friends. I was nothing more than a naked slave, and my purpose in life was to serve James and his desires.

I knew that my life would never be the same again, and I would forever be remembered as the naked bride with cum on her face, kneeling before her husband's crotch.

As I knelt in front of James at the altar, his eyes met mine and he gestured me to open his zipper. My heart raced as I realized what he wanted me to do, in front of the 4000 guests that had gathered for our wedding. I hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of their eyes on me, but I knew I had no choice. I slowly reached for his zipper and pulled it down, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks as I exposed him to the audience.

James's cock sprang out of his pants, already wet with precum, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down my spine. His balls were still tucked inside his pants, but I knew that wouldn't be for long. I took a deep breath and wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling its hardness and warmth. I raised my eyes to meet James's, hoping to find some reassurance, but all I saw was a cocky smirk on his face.

The audience gasped as they saw me holding James's cock in front of my face, fully exposed and vulnerable. Some spectators looked away in shock, while others leaned forward in their seats, trying to get a better view. I could feel their eyes on me, their judgment and their curiosity, and I knew that I was the center of attention.

I felt a mix of arousal and humiliation as I held James's cock in my hands, knowing that I was about to marry it. I couldn't help but wonder what the audience was thinking, if they were disgusted or aroused or both. But I knew that I had to focus on James, on his pleasure, on his cum.

I leaned closer to his crotch, feeling the warmth of his cock against my face, and slowly took him in my mouth. I felt him twitch and moan, and I knew that I was doing my job well. The audience's reactions were a blur as I focused on James's pleasure, on his cock, on his cum. And as he came, filling my mouth with his hot seed, I knew that I had fulfilled my purpose, that I was now officially married to his cock.

I could feel the eyes of over 4000 guests on me as I knelt on the altar, James standing in front of me with his zipper open. As I held his erect cock in my hands, James took hold of my head and started to push his cock into my mouth. I felt his precum on my tongue as he deepthroated me, forcing his cock further and further into my throat until my nose was touching his shirt and his cock was completely hidden from view.

I gagged and choked on his cock, my eyes watering as I struggled to breathe. I felt so helpless, so worthless, as his cock dug deeper into my throat and I could hear the gasps and murmurs of the crowd behind me. I could feel my remaining dignity slipping away as I was used as nothing more than a sex object by James and his friends.

I was humiliated beyond belief, but I knew that this was my life now. I had given myself to James completely and there was no turning back. As he kept his cock buried deep inside of my throat, not moving it, I felt a sense of submission and acceptance wash over me. This was what I was meant for, to be a naked pet for James and his friends.

The audience was stunned silent, some looking away in disgust while others watched with fascination. I could feel the eyes of James's family on me, including his sister who had made me wear the clit jewelry. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but I knew that this was my duty as James's bride. To serve him and his cock, to be nothing more than a receptacle for his pleasure.

As I knelt at the altar, my nose touching James's shirt, his cock was deep inside of my throat, and I could barely breathe. The priest began to read the wedding vows, and my heart sank as he referred to James's cock instead of James himself.

"Do you, James's cock, take this woman, Nisha, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" the priest asked.

"My cock does," James replied confidently, as the audience chuckled.

I tried to reply, but all that came out was a muffled "mmm mmm" sound, as the cock filled my mouth. I struggled to move my tongue, as James's cum on my face started to drip down.

The priest continued, "And do you, Nisha, take James's cock to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Again, all I could do was whimper "mmm mmm" as I struggled to breathe. The audience gasped, and I felt even more humiliated and disgusted. This was my wedding day, and yet here I was, kneeling naked in front of thousands of people, with James's cock deep inside of my throat.

As I knelt before James at the altar, his cock deep in my throat, I could feel the eyes of 4000 guests on me. I was naked and had James's cum on my face, my clit jewellery on full display. James slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, the audience gasping as I licked the precum from his cock in front of everyone.

After the priest finished the initial vows, it was my turn to take my vows. "I, Nisha, take this cock to be my lawfully wedded husband. I vow to always be naked in front of it and to serve it with my whole being. I promise to never let its precious cum go to waste and to always keep it pleasured. I pledge to be its pet, to always be on my knees and to never question its commands. I will dedicate my life to serving this cock and making sure it is always satisfied."

The audience's reactions were mixed. Some found it outrageous, others found it funny, and some felt pity for me. James's mother and sister looked disgusted, while his friends laughed and cheered him on.

As the ceremony continued, I could hear conversations happening between families. "What kind of woman would do this?" James's mother whispered to her husband. "I can't believe he's doing this in front of everyone," his sister said with a smirk. James's father simply shrugged and said, "It's his life, he can do what he wants."

But in that moment, all that mattered was James and his cock. And I was proud to be serving it as his loyal wife.

As I knelt there in front of the massive audience, my heart beating so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it, I felt like crying. But I knew that I had to keep my composure and carry out my vows to the letter. James's cock was my husband, and I had to do everything in my power to please it and make it happy.

So I took a deep breath and began to speak, my voice trembling slightly with nervousness. "Dearest cock," I said, "I vow to always be naked and to never wear clothes in your presence. I will proudly wear your cum on my face as a sign of my devotion to you. I will keep you clean with my tongue and make sure that you are always satisfied. My holes belong to you, my husband, and I will do everything in my power to please you with them."

I could hear gasps and whispers from the audience, but I didn't let it faze me. This was my wedding, and I had to make my vows sincerely and from the heart. "I promise to always keep myself in peak physical condition for you, my husband," I continued. "I will always be ready to serve you, no matter what time of day or night it is. I will be your pet, your slave, your naked servant, and I will never question your commands."

As I finished speaking, I looked up at James's cock and saw him nodding approvingly. I knew that I had done well and that he was pleased with me. But at the same time, I couldn't help feeling humiliated and exposed. I was naked in front of thousands of people, with my husband's cum on my face, and I had just made some of the most embarrassing vows imaginable. But I had to remind myself that this was what I had signed up for, and that I was proud to be James's cock servant, no matter what anyone else thought of me.

I am kneeling before James and the priest, with my head down, feeling humiliated and exposed. I had just finished taking my vows, pledging myself to James's cock for life, and the whole audience, including James's mother and sister, had witnessed it. I could feel their eyes on me, judging me, and I knew that they were all thinking that I was nothing but a sex slave to James.

Suddenly, James pulls me towards him by my hair, and I can feel his massive cock pushing against my lips. I can feel his cock throbbing in anticipation as he pushes it deep into my mouth with force, and I can feel the stretch of my jaw as his cock fills my mouth completely. I try to resist, but he holds my head still, making me take every inch of his cock.

I feel utterly humiliated as James starts to fuck my face with force, and I can hear the gasps and murmurs from the crowd as they watch him use me like a piece of meat. I can feel his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me gag and choke as he thrusts harder and harder.

Through it all, I am completely at James's mercy, helpless and submissive, and I know that this is my life now, to be used and abused by him whenever he wants, for the rest of my life.

As I knelt at the altar in front of James and the Priest, I felt a deep sense of humiliation wash over me. I had just taken my wedding vows, and now James was already plunging his cock deep into my mouth. I could feel his length hitting the back of my throat as he face fucked me in front of the audience of 4000 people, including his mother and sister.

At first, I was shocked and paralyzed by the raw intensity of the moment. I could feel James's cock stretching my throat as he pounded me, and I knew that I was completely at his mercy. There was no escape from this overwhelming feeling of submission, of being used and degraded in front of so many people.

As James continued to thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, I began to feel a deep sense of physical discomfort. My jaw ached with the exertion of holding it open, and my throat was raw and sore from the constant pounding. At the same time, I could feel my body responding to James's relentless assault, my own arousal building as his cock pushed deeper into me.

Emotionally, I was overwhelmed by a maelstrom of conflicting feelings. Part of me felt outraged and humiliated at being treated this way, at being displayed like a sexual object in front of so many people. But another part of me was turned on by the sheer intensity of the experience, by the way that James's cock dominated and overpowered me.

As the crowd around us cheered and snapped pictures, I knew that my life would never be the same again. I was James's cock servant now, and I would do anything he commanded, no matter how degrading or humiliating. Even as I struggled to breathe around his cock, I knew that I was completely and utterly his, body and soul.

Physically, my body was shaking with the force of James's thrusts. I could feel my own saliva and his cum mixing together as he pounded me relentlessly, and I knew that my face was a mess of spit and semen. My eyes were watering from the effort of holding my mouth open, and I could feel my stomach churning with a strange mix of arousal and nausea.

Emotionally, I was struggling to come to terms with the overwhelming sense of powerlessness that I felt. I had given myself over to James completely, and now he was using me like a sex toy in front of all these people. Part of me felt a deep sense of shame at this, but another part of me was turned on by the sheer intimacy and intensity of the moment.

As James's cock hit the back of my throat again, I felt a sudden surge of pain and then a deep wave of pleasure. I could feel my body responding to him in ways that I couldn't control, my own lust and desire mixing with his to create something raw and powerful.

All around me, the crowd was cheering and shouting encouragement, urging James on as he pounded me relentlessly. I knew that I was being watched, that every inch of my naked body was on display for all to see, but somehow this only made the experience more intense and exhilarating.

In that moment, I knew that I was completely and utterly his, that nothing would ever be the same again, and that I would do anything to please him and keep him satisfied.

James's cock twitched as he continued to deepthroat me in front of the entire crowd. The feeling of his cock in my mouth was overwhelming, but what made it even more intense was the fact that thousands of people were watching me like a piece of meat. I could feel his cock hitting the back of my throat as he fucked my face, holding my head in place. Every time he pulled out, I gasped for air, only to be immediately face-fucked again.

Finally, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot his thick, creamy load all over my face. It landed in thick, sticky ropes on my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, and even in my eyes. I could feel the hot cum dripping down my face, mingling with the sweat and tears. I felt humiliated, but also aroused by the sheer depravity of the situation.

"Clean my cock," James commanded, and I immediately leaned forward to do so. I licked his cockhead clean, savoring the taste of his salty precum. Then, I moved down to his foreskin, cleaning every inch of it with my tongue. I sucked his saliva as he watched me, the audience still cheering and hooting in the background.

As James's cock continued to fuck my face, I could feel my throat getting sore and my eyes watering. I could hear the audience gasping and giggling, making me feel even more humiliated. Suddenly, I felt James's cock twitch and he pulled it out of my mouth, shooting his hot cum all over my face. The first rope of cum landed on my forehead, followed by more on my cheeks, nose, and eyes. I could feel the sticky liquid sliding down my skin, and I couldn't help but feel degraded.

"Clean my cock, you dirty little slut," James said, smirking at me.

I obediently took his cock in my mouth again, cleaning it thoroughly. I made sure to clean every inch of his cock, from the tip to the foreskin, and even sucked on the saliva that had mixed with his cum. I could feel the audience's eyes on me as I did it, but I didn't dare look up. James's cock was my master, and pleasing him was all that mattered to me.

As I finished cleaning his cock, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The humiliating show was over, and I could finally get out of the spotlight. But I knew that my life as James's naked pet was only just beginning.

As the guests continue to trickle in, I overhear more comments from them about my new "life" as a cockwife. They speak about me as if I'm not even human anymore, but just a mere object for James's pleasure.

One older gentleman shakes his head in disdain and mutters, "What is the world coming to? A woman marrying a penis? It's just not natural."

Another woman whispers to her friend, "She's just so submissive and obedient. It's like she doesn't even have a mind of her own anymore."

Wedding Photos

Even the servers and staff at the wedding are casting judgmental looks my way, as if they're disgusted by the sight of a naked woman kneeling at the feet of her husband's penis.

As I knelt naked in front of James, he motioned for me to follow him and his family to another room. James's sister handed me a towel to clean myself, but I was stopped by the wedding photographer.

"No, no. Leave the cum on your face. It adds to the authenticity of the shoot," he said with a smirk.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling humiliated but I knew better than to argue.

"Okay," I whispered, looking down at my naked body.

James's mother and sister walked ahead, and I followed behind them, my head down in shame. As we entered the room, the photographer began giving instructions.

"Okay, Nisha. We need you to pose with your husband for some pictures," he said, gesturing towards James's cock.

I got down on my knees, my face still covered in James's cum. The cameraman asked me to stare at the cock and love him.

I looked up at James's cock, feeling disgusted and humiliated, but knowing that I had no other choice. With a deep breath, I tried to muster up some sort of emotion towards the cock.

I closed my eyes and thought about all the times James had used me for his own pleasure, all the times he had treated me like nothing more than a mere object. I tried to channel all of that into my gaze towards his cock, hoping that I could make it look convincing.

After a few moments, the photographer snapped his camera, capturing the image of me, naked and covered in James's cum, kneeling before his cock.

I felt a sense of relief as the first picture was done, but I knew that there were several more to come. And with each picture, I would have to continue to degrade myself further, making it clear to everyone present that James's cock was now my husband, and all I could do was serve and obey.

The photographer motioned for me to move closer to James's cock, which was still hard after just being sucked by me.

"Okay, Nisha. We need you to kiss the tip of your husband's cock lovingly. Show us how much you love him," he said with a grin.

I took a deep breath, knowing what I had to do. I leaned forward, my lips touching the head of his cock. I closed my eyes, trying to make it look like I was in love with him.

I felt the warmth of his cock against my lips, and I knew that the photographer was capturing every moment of it.

"Beautiful, Nisha. Keep going. Show us how devoted you are to your husband," the photographer encouraged.

I continued to kiss the tip of his cock, trying to look as loving as possible. It was humiliating and degrading, but I knew that I had to do it for James.

After a few moments, the photographer snapped his camera, capturing the image of me, naked and on my knees, kissing my husband's cock. I felt embarrassed and dirty, but I also knew that I had pleased James and that was all that mattered.

The photographer cleared his throat and gave me the next set of instructions. "Okay, Nisha. Now, I need you to get down on your hands and knees with your head under his balls. James, I need you to put your cock on her forehead. Nisha, I want you to point to his cock with your fingers as you look up at it."

I hesitated for a moment, feeling awkward about the whole thing. But I knew better than to argue, so I got down on my hands and knees and placed my head under James's balls. James then placed his cock on my forehead, and I pointed to it with my fingers as instructed.

The photographer took a few pictures, but stopped after the first shot. "Nisha, you're not doing it right," he said with a sigh. "I need you to look up at the cock with a little more intensity. Point to it with your fingers like you're worshipping it. And James, can you push your cock a little closer to her face? We need it to be more prominent in the shot."