"I want you tonight after the wedding reception is over and everyone is either going to bed or the club. Your husband will be inebriated and won't eve... realize when you come back to the room." Vanessa was helpless and she knew it. That video could never see the light of day. She struggled, but saw the look of triumph in the young man's face and knew she had to agree to this perverted bargain. "Will you promise that no one else will ever see those pictures and video if I do what you want?" said. From my close vantage point I could see the goose bumps form on her arms, a bit of wondering confusion setting into my mind. The ride to the hotel was a thirty-minute affair on a sunny day; with the roads clogged with people fleeing the shores, how much longer would it take now? I smiled weakly at her, trying not to be obvious in checking her out, though not enough to stop. She looked at me with an inquisitive smile, holding my gaze until I looked away, embarrassed by the way I was being forced. I panted under my breath, said his name like a prayer, as he took me, the front of my thighs banging a little against the sink counter. And yet with each slap of my flesh against the counter he sent me higher and higher, the knot inside of me coiling tighter and tighter. I squeezed harder and harder around him, and he groaned into my ear in response. “Yes my tight little slut. That’s right. Cum for me. Let me hear you. I want people to know who’s fucking this tight pussy and making you. I headed for her room. The door was slightly ajar. I could see she had a lamp on. I heard music. I opened the door a little bit to see if she was dressed. I half hoped she wasn't. She was on her bed. It took me a few seconds to realize what she was doing; She was rubbing her cunt wish a vibrator. She was moaning softly. I could feel myself getting hard again. This time I didn't try to fight it. I stuck my hand down my pants and started rubbing my eight inch cock. "Joshy.." She said my name. I.