My Descent into Slavery Ch. 11

"Marilyn, Francesca's mother."

"That explains it. In addition to being my wife, Sahar is also my bodyguard and she takes it personally when people threaten me in some way. You're lucky you're still standing. In reference to your earlier comment, I'm not disgusting, merely a slut. I enjoy being a slut. I have much more fun that way. In fact, I fucked your ex-husband, his current girlfriend and two others, one male, one female, just the other day. Your ex is a wonderful lover. I've enjoyed him a couple times now, in my cunt, mouth, and ass. As to the disgusting part, I'm reasonably attractive, clean, a consummate cock sucker and cunt licker, so I'm unsure where you get the disgusting part.

"For myself, I find you to be nasty, rude, and a fucking bigot, which I find far more disgusting than being a slut. I was present when you were invited to this wedding. You were dismissive of your daughter's fiancée, didn't speak to her or address her at all, ignoring your daughter's choice as a life partner. You, ma'am, are a rude bitch. I can see why Francesca used drugs when she was living with you, and couldn't wait to join her father. He may be a lot of things, but he's a much nicer person than you'll ever be."

I heard Sahar chuckling beside me. "Well, I never....!" Marilyn said.

"Never what? Got to know someone before making a judgement about them. You've never even met Belle and you were dismissing her before you even met her. She's one of the sweetest people I know. Far better and nicer than a dried up old hag like you."

"And for your information," Sahar said, "if you spent a half hour with Beth, you'd end up licking cunt too."

"I wouldn't touch her frigid, pruny cunt with a ten foot pole, Sahar. It's probably dusty and has cobwebs from disuse," I said. "I'd like to say it's been a pleasure to meet you, but it hasn't. You can go ahead and skip the rest of the receiving line. I've fucked all of them, so there's no one there undisgusting enough for you to say hello to. In fact, you might as well leave. You're too much of a frozen bitch to enjoy our party tonight."

"All of them?" Her mouth was open far enough Master Lamar could shove his cock up it.

"Multiple times. I freely admit to my sluttiness. It's too bad you can't admit to being a nasty, broom riding witch, and do something about it. I'm not going to introduce you to anyone else. I wouldn't want any of them to think I approve of you."

Marilyn went stalking off to find the bar. It wouldn't surprise me if she drank too much. One had to have something to do if they had no friends, and I found it unlikely that Marilyn would.

"I need to get better with my insults," Sahar said. "Calling her cunt dusty and full of cobwebs was outstanding."

"That was rather harsh," Thomas said, the next person in line.

"But honest," I said, "and much kinder than breaking her arm, which is what Sahar would have done. She needs to hear it. I doubt it will make any difference, but she is a nasty bitch."

He laughed. "Yes, she is." He hugged me, then asked Sahar if he could hug her too. Sahar nodded. "If you do decide to have sex with others as Beth does, I for one, would be happy to have sex with you. I've always found you to be a very beautiful, and intriguing woman, Sahar."

"Is he any good?" Sahar asked me.

"All of the crew are pretty good, in varying degrees. They are all fairly young and good looking and in good shape on top of it. Thomas is in the top twenty percent of the crew," I said. "They've all managed to take direction well."

"Why thank you, Beth. It's always nice to know that one's efforts are appreciated, especially by one as experienced as yourself."

"Did you hear that, Sahar? Thomas just found a very nice way to call me a slut, without actually calling me a slut. He was raised right. Experienced indeed," I laughed. "He has much better manners than Marilyn did."

He laughed and hugged Sahar, then moved on, knowing all his crew members already, only really needing to be introduced to a few of the people farther on.

The receiving line over, the photographer wanted to take some more pictures of the couples and their wedding parties. He spent around fifteen minutes with each of us. Then we could sit down for dinner. This meal was being provided by the resort as part of their wedding service, which was probably costing a ghastly amount of money. I'm not sure I even wanted to know. At least it was probably less than ransoming us would have.

The meal was served buffet style, so people could pick and choose what they wanted to eat. I was sitting at a table with the rest of my wedding party and their spouses, so Angelique, Henry and James were sitting with us. They started the music about halfway through our meal, not dance music, but something soothing and not too loud. Loud enough for my vibrator to respond to it. I had a very pleasant orgasm about ten minutes into the music and Sahar was squirming quite noticeably as well.

"Are you climaxing?" James asked.

"Yes," I moaned.

"Are you and Sahar fingering each other?" Henry asked.

"No," Sahar moaned, climaxing herself. "We're wearing these things in our cunts which are vibrating to the music. You should get some for your wives. You can control them with your phones, even long distance. What are they called again, Beth?"

"The Lush 2. I was climaxing to the music at the wedding ceremony. It was wonderful. Just imagine if your wife was wearing one of these things, and you were on watch, and you could pull out your phone and could make her cum down in your rooms, or turn on some music to occupy them while they took care of the babies."

Henry laughed. "That does sound amusing."

"Oh, it is," Sahar said. "Beth was wearing one at supper one night and I was making her cum in front of the waiters. Very fun."

"You seem a lot less serious and more relaxed, Sahar," James said.

"You can chalk it up to Beth, and her decision that she could marry me, despite having Joshua as her Master. It's been a long time since I felt this good."

"How exactly does that work?" Henry asked.

"Master recognizes my marriage and Sahar's place in my life. Unless I'm being severely punished for some reason, I can never be kept from her, or kept from providing orgasms to her, although, mine may still be restricted. She may always join us in Master's bed when I'm there, and if I'm not in his bed, we'll be in ours."

"Have you had sex with Joshua yet?" James asked.

"I've had sex with several men now, mostly with Beth present. The only two she hasn't been present for are Richard Farber, who I fucked while she was captive, and Ranger. Since they were both submissive, I felt more comfortable starting with them. I just wanted to start having sex with other men so I could join Joshua a couple times a month like the other women on the ship. Little did I know it would lead to a marriage."

"That's wonderful, Sahar. Do you feel like you're getting better?" James asked.

"Better than I was, but I'm not there yet. I may never be. You wouldn't think I was normal if I broke Francesca's mother's arm like I wanted to after she called Beth a disgusting slut."

"She said that?" Henry said.

"She did. Don't worry about her," I said. "She's a sad, pathetic bitch without an ounce of sympathy or understanding in her. She'll probably never accept Francesca's marriage to Belle. Francesca rarely has contact with her anymore. She'll probably die alone. I wonder what made her such a sour, miserable, woman. Oh, fuck, I'm cumming again."

The rest of my table laughed, laughing harder when Sahar started climaxing too.

A young man started tapping on the microphone on the stage. "Hello, everyone. My name is Mark. I'm your DJ tonight. It's time to start dancing, and I have to say, this is a first for me. Four couples married together. This is the first dance of the evening, which traditionally, is just the bride and groom. As it turns out, we have six brides and two grooms. Why don't we have the four happy couples come up onto the floor and lead us off."

"This is our cue, love," I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up. "Time to remove your train and trip the light fantastic." I removed my coat overgarment.

"You keep using expressions I've never heard before. So tripping the light fantastic is dancing?"

"Yes it is, along with cutting a rug, putting on your boogie shoes, shake your booty, and lots of others."

I helped Sahar remove her train and we joined the other three couples on the dance floor.

"We're going to start the party with 'At Last' by Etta James. We'll follow that up with 'Can You Feel the Love Tonight', by Elton John from 'The Lion King'. These are two of the most popular requests for weddings. After those two, we'll do something for the father/daughter dances. Enjoy."

The violin strains of "At Last" began and I held my love in my arms, pulled her close and started dancing, occasionally planting a kiss on her beautiful lips. I was leading.

"You know, this doesn't use any of the dance steps I learned."

"True, but you're not having any trouble following. Once you learn a few dances, it becomes easier to follow, and this is only simple swaying back and forth. I'm about to orgasm again."

"We're going to be saturated before the end of this thing."

"Napkins. We'll need lots of napkins."

At the end of the first two songs, Mark went back on the mike and said, "I understand we don't just have fathers here. Let's call this the man who gave away the bride and bride dance. On top of that, one of these lucky ladies had two men give her away, so this will be another two set dance so each of the men can dance one song. We'll be starting with 'Unforgettable' by Natalie and Nat King Cole, followed by 'My Girl', by the Temptations.

"Okay, you're going to be dancing with Ranger for these two dances. I'll be dancing with Master. Just mold up against his body like you did for me and let him lead."

Sahar nodded and Ranger came to take her in his arms and Master claimed me. It was nice feeling his body against mine. I'd spent some time with him, but not much considering all the other things I'd done.

"Master, your slave humbly begs for you to fuck me and my wife tomorrow after supper. I want you spending the night with us for the first time. The only thing I ask is for now, until Sahar gets used to you in bed, you let me sleep between you."

"I think that can be arranged," he said, smiling.

"One other request I'd like to make, Master, though I'll understand if you don't want to. I'd like you to finger me during the second song. It won't have to be for very long, but I want you to taste me on the dance floor."

"That's risky. There are people here who don't know the relationship we enjoy."

"Perhaps you can dance me into a dark corner, sir. It's not like you'll have to lift my dress to get at me."

"You minx."

So during the second song, he danced me to a part of the dance floor where we were surrounded by his crew and he quickly shoved two fingers up my needy twat, gave a fast orgasm to my aroused pussy, then brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean.

"Thank you, sir."

The DJ played a lot of great, romantic music. Everything from 'The Way You Look Tonight', by Frank Sinatra, to 'Come Away With Me' by Norah Jones. From 'Is This Love', by Bob Marley and the Wailers to 'Can't Help Falling in Love', by Elvis Presley. I heard some U2, Al Green, Black Eyed Peas, Alicia Keys, Ellie Goulding, and Adele. I danced with a lot of different people, both men and women, dancing with Sahar about every fourth dance to check in with her. She seemed to be having a good time. We were both climaxing at rather frequent intervals due to our vibrators. Every time we sat out a dance, I had to dab myself with a napkin and I'm sure the odor of aroused woman was heavy around our table.

The DJ announced since their were two female couples who got married today, he was playing Katy Perry's 'I Kissed a Girl'. "This is an all girls dance, ladies. Grab yourself one of the hot babes out there and dance. Every time Katy says, 'I kissed a girl', give the girl you're with a kiss on the lips. Use tongue or not as the music moves you."

This was a dance I had to dance with Sahar, but almost every woman present also danced with another woman, including Maahnoor and Ateefah, who danced with each other. Evelyn was dancing with Regina, Yasmine with Sherry, Belle's mother, Melanie, was even dancing with Michelle. The first couple kisses they shared were pretty chaste, but the later kisses looked a little warmer. I'd have to ask Belle later if she knew what happened and if she knew if her mother had ever been with another woman. I enjoyed the DJ encouraging all the women to kiss. It didn't make the lip locks I laid on Sahar stand out too much from the others.

"I need to get off my feet," Sahar said, when the dance ended. "These shoes are killing me."

"Now I know you'll appreciate it when I rub your feet," I laughed. "I think we've put in our time here. I think we could leave any time after we cut the wedding cake and throw the bouquets and the garter belts."

Apparently someone else had the same idea because after the next song, the DJ announced the cake cutting. They only had one big cake and we all took one quadrant of the cake and cut slices to feed each other. No one was crude enough to smear cake in their spouses face. The resort staff took over cutting and serving the cake, along with pouring champagne. They waited for everyone to get cake and champagne before they announced the throwing of the bouquets.

"Here's the rules for the bouquet toss, ladies. All the single women or married women who are looking to ditch their current husband, bunch up in front of the stage and one by one, each of the brides is going to toss their bouquet out into the group. If you catch a bouquet, you need to sit on the side and give everyone else a chance."

"What's the purpose of this?" Sahar asked as we made our way up next to the stage.

"By folklore, the single woman who catches the bouquet will be the next one to get married. Of course, it seldom happens, but if the girl who catches the bouquet is seriously dating someone, it might make the man realize she's looking to get married and make him decide if he's really interested. We do the same thing with our garters too, with the single men. Means about the same thing, but usually it's just an excuse for the groom to fondle his bride's leg in front of everyone."

"Oh, we're definitely doing that one. I want to feel you up."

"Yes, we are. And, my garter is on the leg opposite my slit. I'm going to lift my leg up onto a chair for you to pull it down and remove it. I'm going to give everyone here a very good pussy shot. If you want to finger my cunt a little, feel free."

"Can I kiss it?"

"Definitely. We're married now."

It was our turn to toss our bouquets and Sahar went first, turning around and tossing it far to the back of the crowd where it was caught by Francesca's bitch mother! I was surprised she was still here. There weren't that many single ladies left in the crowd with five prior bouquets tossed. I turned facing the DJ and launched the flowers over my head, turning to see who caught it - Farah. I'm not even sure if she was seriously seeing anyone.

Since I was the last to toss the flowers, I became the first to have my garter removed.

"All right, gents. It's your turn," Mark said. "All the single guys crowd around the middle of the dance floor. It's time for the garter belt removal and toss. Six lovely ladies to have their garters removed. Let's give them a little encouragement, shall we. Take it off, take it off, take it off."

The others started chanting with him. It was making enough noise to make my vibrator start to throb inside of me. I grabbed a chair and placed it at the front of the stage. I lifted my off leg and my vulva was suddenly visible to most of the room. Not a brief flash; no, it was as if I had no dress at all covering my crotch. The assembled men began laughing and cheering, clapping in time to their previous chants. The rhythmic vibrations felt so good.

Sahar winked at me. She put her hands on my garter, about four inches below my dripping pussy. She leaned forward and began licking my clit, which along with the vibrations deep in my cunt, gave me an explosive orgasm. I held my wife's head against me as I shuddered through my climax. She took a few moments to clean some of the fluids from around my leaking cunt, then leisurely slid the garter off my leg. When it dropped to the seat of the chair, I showed her how to shoot it into the crowd of men like a rubber band. She laughed and launched it skyward. Leo caught it, and he looked at Farah. Oh, fuck. How did I not see it. They were working together as she learned how to fly. Of course they would become close. Farah was the one who'd seemed the most interested in fucking multiple men at the same time. I wondered if Leo was open to that or if he'd been sharing her with others.

The DJ laughed. "Well, boys and girls, that's a first for me. I've never seen that happen before. Let's give our seriously in lust couple a big round of applause."

Of course, they clapped and cheered. Most of them knew what I was, so they weren't that shocked, but there were a few faces out there with eyebrows raised halfway up their forehead.

It was my turn to remove Sahar's garter, so I lifted up the bottom of her dress and had her hold it up above her knees as she put her leg up on the chair. I did the same to her as she'd done for me; flick my tongue over her clit until she orgasmed, then capturing the rush of fresh fluids on my tongue. As I cleaned up after her, I slid her garter down and off her leg. Her orgasm over, I turned and fired the garter into the male crowd and Al caught it.

I borrowed the DJ's mike. "Thank you all for attending our wedding. My wife and I have some serious business to attend to, our honeymoon night. Please continue the party without us."

We left, hand in hand, Kilo taking us back to the residence in the limo since we were gowned up. I was ready to rock Sahar's world.

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