Chapter 34: Bride’s Hot Honeymoon in Paradise

Keone “Ken” Kekoa – Owner of Bimbo Paradise Inn
I whistled as I headed to the elevator. I hit the button to summon it.

The wedding was wrapping up. I wanted to be in the honeymoon suite and fuck the bride on her wedding night. To share her with her groom. That would be so hot. I was so glad that my hotel was up to Level 6.

That it was maxed up.

The Bimbos For Climate Change and Orgasms Symposium was coming up. That would be a blast. Alexandra Serrano-Martinez was so excited about it. The bimbo-MC was just eager to have all those famous people come here and fuck my bimbos to support climate change.

It all sounded nice.

I rode the elevator to the top floor and stepped out. I strolled down to the honeymoon suite. I opened the doors. None of the locks worked for me. They just opened. The inn knew its owner. Kneeling before me was Mrs. Richardson, one of the bimbo-slaves.

This was her honeymoon suite.

Her cuck was in the corner, ready to watch his wife being used. She smiled up at me in her fishnet bodysuit. Her big boobs jiggled in it, her fat, pink nipples thrusting out through the diamond mesh pattern. Her black hair fell in glossy waves down her back.

“Mastery Ken!” she gasped in delight, so happy to see me. “Yay!”

I smiled at her. “We’ll have a bride to fuck soon!”

“Yippee yay!” she squealed and bounded to her feet, her collar about her neck. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me before her husband.

Amber DuMarne

The elevator dinged. I shuddered in delight, married. Having our wedding at the Bimbo Paradise Inn had been wild. I shuddered as my husband picked me up in his arms and carried me down the hallway. I shivered in delight as he did that.

It made me feel so naughty. His strong arms supported me. Stefan was such a handsome and suave Frenchman. He had swept me off his feet with his accent. His mother had an equally beautiful accent. I could not the wild foursome I had with Mister Ken before my wedding. My mother and I had loved him. Then Stefan’s mother had joined the fun.

So wild.

We reached our room. My husband waved our keycard before it and carried me in. A kneeling woman was there in a fishnet bodysuit. She stared up at us with empty-headed bimbo adoration. She rose to her feet.

“Mastery and Mistressy DuMarne,” she cooed. “Congrattylattshuns on beying all weddyed. Yay!” “It’s amazing,” I said and noticed a man in the corner in a blue jumpsuit with “Cuck” for a name. He must be this woman’s husband.

“I’m your slavey slave, Mrs. Richardson,” she said, rising. “I’m here to be usedy use by you two. You’re own personally slutty slave! Yay!”

She jumped up and down, her tits bouncing. They heaved in such an intriguing way. I groaned at the sight of them bouncing as my husband carried me. He was so strong. That was so exciting. It was all so heady.

“Stefan,” I groaned. “Our own bimbo-slave.”

“Oui, oui, it is one of the perks,” he said.

I smiled at him as we stepped into the large room to find ... Mister Ken naked on the bed. He wore this cocky grin. My pussy melted as his big cock thrust up from his crotch. I could not believe he was here, nor how happy I was to see him. My cunt burned for his dick.

“Congratulations,” said Mister Ken. “I’m the owner, and I want you to sit your bride on my cock. Just my way to welcome you to my hotel and ensure that your stay is an amazing one.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, Stefan, I need that. I need to feel his big dick in me!”

“Fine, my love,” he said and sat me down.

“Strip her naked,” Mister Ken ordered. “Not you, Mrs. Richardson. Stefan, she is your bride. You should do the honor.”

“Oui,” Stefan said and turned me to face him. I shuddered as my husband cupped my face. “Ma belle.”

He kissed me.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I trembled, loving the feel of his mouth on mine. It was so good to have him kissing me like that. I groaned at the feel of him. My heart pounded in my chest. A wave of heat washed through me. I was just so happy here.

Then he broke it and smiled at me. “Turn around, so I may strip you.”

“Stefan,” I groaned and turned around. I stared at Mister Ken and his big, throbbing cock. “I love you.”

He tugged down the zipper slowly of my dress. My pussy clenched. I trembled, my veil rustling over my red hair. My breasts rose and fell as my dress loosened. My husband kissed at my shoulders, his lips so sensual. He helped me slid my arms out of the dress.

My breasts came into view, Mister Ken nodding. The Hawaiian stud drank in the sight of me. He had seen me naked only a few hours ago. He had led me into such wild debauchery. My cunt clenched as I pushed my dress off my hips. It fell to the ground. I trembled, feeling so naked.

I had no panties on.

“Ma belle,” groaned my husband before he picked me up. I shuddered as he held me in his arms. He carried me to the bed. I trembled in delight, my heart pounding in my chest. This was just such an amazing moment. I wanted to squeal out my delight at how lucky I felt. My husband just grinned at me. He nodded, his eyes staring at me.

He wanted to do things to me. That was wonderful. My heart quickened in delight.

My husband scooped me up in his arms. I shuddered as he was caring me to the Island stud on the bed. Mister Ken had this gorgeous skin. A golden-brown that was just gorgeous to look at. He had my mouth watering. I groaned, so wanting to just be planted on that dick.

I craved to have my pussy engulfing that rod. It would be so wonderful to have every inch of that dick in me. My pussy was getting so wet as my new husband sat me down on Mister Ken so I was straddling him.

I gripped Mister Ken’s cock and pressed him into my pussy. I shuddered as I did that. It just felt so good to rub him up and down my flesh. A shiver shot through me. I raised him up and pressed him into my cunt. I shivered as I did that. It was so wild.

I plunged my cunt down his cock. I groaned as I swallowed his cock.

“Yes!” I moaned as I sank down him. My pussy devoured his rod. He felt so good in me I groaned, squeezing my cunt down on his cock. I loved how big and thick he was. He felt incredible in me. “Oh, that’s good!”

“You look radiant on him, ma belle,” my husband said as he moved onto the bed.

“Don’t be afraid to stick that cock in her ass,” growled Mister Ken. “Mrs. Richardson, lube him up.”

“Just slidey your hugey cock into my pussy, Mastery Sir!” the bimbo-slave moaned.

“Sacré Dieu,” my husband groaned. The bimbo-slave squealed. “That’s good. Merde!”

I glanced back to see my husband sliding his cock into the bimbo-slave’s cunt. Her heavy tits swayed in her fishnet bodysuit. They were so lovely to watch. I was so glad to see them jiggling as he soaked his cock in her pussy.

Then he pulled his cock out of her pussy. He smiled at me and moved onto the bed again. My handsome husband. I smiled at him, my pussy clenching around Mister Ken’s amazing cock. I shuddered, about to be double-stuffed with dicks on my wedding night.

I groaned as that cock pressed into my butt-crack. That felt so naughty. He slid up and down me. I groaned as he did that. He nudged into my asshole and found my backdoor. He thrust against me. I growled as he thrust against me.

It was so incredible. Just a wonderful moment to have him pushing and pushing on my asshole. It was just so good to have drilling against me. It was wonderful. I whimpered as he thrust against me. It was an incredible to have him pushing on my anal ring.

He popped into my bowels.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I moaned as my husband slid into my pussy.

“Sacré Dieu,” he groaned as he entered me. He sank his cock into my bowels as my pussy clenched down on Mister Ken’s big dick. My husband cupped my tits and nuzzled into my ear. “I love you, ma belle.”

“I love you, too,” I moaned as he bottomed out in my asshole. I turned my head and kissed him over my shoulder.

As my tongue danced with my husband’s, I slid my cunt up his cock. I savored that big dick in me. It was such a thrill to have Mister Ken in my pussy. My husband drew back his own rod. I had two different fictions in me.

Silky and velvety.

I plunged down Mister Ken’s wonderful dick as my husband buried his rod back into my asshole. I whimpered into my husband’s lips, his hands squeezing about my tits. He massaged them as I rode that big dick.

It felt so good to have them in me. My husband pumped away at my asshole as I rode my island lover’s cock. Mister Ken groaned as he enjoyed my tight, wedded twat riding up and down his dick. My bowels melted around my husband’s rod as he buried into me again and again.

“What a wonderful honeymoon!” I moaned. “What a glorious wedding night!”

“Oui!” my husband groaned.

He thrust away at my asshole. I loved it. The pleasure swept through me as I enjoyed both me. I was having such a wonderful time taking it in the ass and the pussy. I loved the feel of that huge cock burying into my bowels.

My anal sheath squeezed down on him. I increased the friction. I loved the feel of his cock hammering my anal sheath. He buried into me with all that he had. He pounded me with force. My bowels melted around his cock. I loved the feel of him pumping away at him. He buried into me with so much force. It was just delicious.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered as I rode Mister Ken, my asshole gripping my husband’s pistoning cock.

“Yes!” growled my husband as he hammered me. “You love it, ma belle? You love both our cock is you?”

“I do!” I whimpered, my pussy clamping down on Mister Ken’s cock.

He smiled up at me as my husband buried into my bowels with so much force. He rammed into me with all that he had. I reveled in having both men in me. My orgasm built and built as I enjoyed their dicks.

I shuddered, rising closer and closer to cumming. Stefan fucked me with such force. He buried into me with all that he had. I gripped his dick with my tight anal sheath as I worked my cunt up and down Mister Ken’s cock.

“Oh, oho, make me cum!” I whimpered.

“Oui,” my husband said and pinched my nipples.

I gasped as he plowed into my backdoor. My asshole gripped his cock as he twisted my nipples. My pussy gripped Mister Ken’s cock. I rode him, the pressure swelling in me. I hurtled toward that moment. I plunged down his big dick.

I squealed and came on my lover’s cock and my husband’s dick.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I howled as the rapture swept through me. My pussy and asshole convulsed around their dicks.

It was a wonderful moment to have all that pleasure rushing through me. I groaned through the heat, my eyes rolling back in my head. I shuddered, my pussy and asshole spasming around their dicks. I groaned as they both grunted.

“Ma belle!” my husband growled and buried into my asshole.

He came.

My pussy writhed around my lover’s cock. Mister Ken groaned as he suckled at me. My asshole milked my husband’s dick as I waited for the other to erupt into my snatch. I wanted to be flooded with Mister Ken’s seed.

“Oh, fuck,” my island stud growled

. His cock erupted.

An island volcano flooded my pussy with jizz. I groaned, savoring both their cocks spurting their spunk into me. I trembled, my holes writhing around them both. The waves of ecstasy swept through me. I squealed out, my nipples throbbing in my husband’s fingers.

He grunted as he pumped more and more cum into my asshole. I stared down at Mister Ken as he grinned up at me. He pumped my pussy—my womb—full of spunk. I shuddered there, my eyes rolling back into my head.

“Yes!” I howled as my orgasm swept through me.

My husband spurted the last of his cum into my bowels, panting. He hugged me and kissed at my neck as my lover kept dumping his spunk into my pussy. I groaned through it. I loved the feel of his cock spurting cum into me.

It was a glorious rush to have all that spunk in me. It was just so amazing to have all that hot cum in me. I trembled as that pleasure swept through me. I was just so glad to have every wonderful drop of their jizz in me.

“Mmm, your husband’s cock is dirty,” Mister Ken said. “You should clean him.”

“Yes,” I moaned, breaking the kiss with my husband. My pussy and asshole clamped on their dicks.

My husband groaned and drew his rod out of my asshole. His cum spilled out after he did that. I shuddered as I rose off Mister Ken’s dick. His seed dripped out of my pussy. I turned around on the bed and faced my husband.

His cock bobbed before him. I crawled closer. He smiled down at me as I opened my mouth wide and swallowed his dirty dick. I polished my husband’s pole. The sour flavor of my asshole suffused my taste buds.

It was so nasty.

So wild.

“Sacré Dieu,” my husband groaned as I polished his pole.

“That’s right,” said Mister Ken as he pressed his wet cock against my asshole. “Your wife’s a dirty whore while at the resort.”

“Oui, oui,” Stefan said as he stroked his fingers through my red hair, rustling my veil.

Mister Ken thrust against my asshole.

I whimpered around my husband’s dirty dick. My anal ring stretched and stretched to take his cock. I groaned as he did that. It felt so wonderful to have that big dick sliding into my anal sheath. I groaned at the delight of him sinking into my sloppy asshole.

He made me feel amazing.

Mister Ken possessed such a big dick. His cum spilled down my thighs. I moaned around my husband’s cock. I suckled on him with all that I had. It was just so good to work my mouth up and down that wonderful dick in my mouth.

It was delicious. I swirled my tongue around that mighty cock. I polished him as Mister Ken fucked my asshole. I rocked back and forth, my tits swaying beneath me as he buried into me. I whimpered as the sour flavor of my asshole suffused my mouth.

The bimbo-slave and her cuck watched on. My wedding veil rustled as I moaned around my husband’s cock. Mister Ken hammered my asshole. He had such passion. Such vigor. He slammed into my asshole’s depths.

It was incredible to feel him so deep in me.v His nuts slapped into my taint as he fucked me hard. He buried into me with all that he had. It was just so glorious to have that big dick in me. I squeezed my bowels down on him. I groaned, savoring the way he hammered me.

I groaned, squeezing my bowels down on him as he thrust away at me. He fucked me with all that he had. It was just so good to have him burying into me like that. He slammed into me again and again. He fucked me hard.

Fast.

He buried into me with all that he had. It was just so good to have him fucking me like that. I loved it. He pounded me with his big dick. I moaned around my husband’s cock, the sour flavor of my asshole fading.

I cleaned him up as Mister Ken fucked me.

“Ma belle,” my husband groaned. “Just like that.”

“Make your husband cum,” Mister Ken grunted, fucking me hard.

He pounded my asshole with his big dick. I groaned, squeezing my bowels down on him. I held him tight as he buried into me again and again. He plowed to the hilt in my flesh. It was just so good to have him burying into me.

It was a wonderful rush. It was a glorious heat to have that cock plowing into me. He fucked me with such force. He thrust away at me. I rocked between them, the sour flavor of my asshole gone. I tasted only my husband’s precum.

I loved that delight it was so good to suckle on him. I nursed on him with all that I had. It was just so good to have his big dick fucking me. He plowed to the hilt in me. He fucked me with such force. Such strength.

I groaned, squeezing my asshole down on him. He grunted as my husband moaned. I was pleasing them both. Loving them both. It was so good to do that. I rocked back and forth between them, taking their cocks in my holes.

What a wonderful delight.

“Yes!” Mister Ken grunted as he fucked me. He slammed into me with all that he had. I groaned in delight at the big dick fucking me. He pounded me so hard. He thrust into my anal sheath again and again. “Goddamn, your wife’s asshole is tight!”

“Oui, oui!” groaned my husband. “Ma belle, keep sucking. I wish to cum!”

I moaned around his cock, nursing hard on my new husband’s rod. I wanted him to flood me. I squeezed my asshole down on Mister Ken’s cock, my orgasm building in me, and swirled my tongue around my husband’s shaft.

Around the spongy tip.

The salty flavor of his precum swelled and swelled. He groaned as I did that. His face twisted in delight as I loved him. It was so much fun to do this to him. I nursed on him with all that I had. I just wanted to make him explode.

He grunted as I suckled on him. I nursed with passion on his cock. I blew him with all that I had. He groaned as I did that. His head threw back. Mister Ken slammed his cock into my asshole as my husband roared out in pleasure.

“Sacré Dieu!”

Hot jizz spurted into my mouth.

I gulped down my husband’s cum as Mister Ken’s cock fucked my asshole. The heat soaked into my sloppy cunt. I whimpered as he churned me up. It felt so good to have him fucking me like that. I gasped out in delight.

I came hard.

My asshole rippled around Mister Ken’s cock. I gulped down my husband’s spunk. I drank it all down, reveling in this moment. It was just so good to have all that spunk flooding my mouth. I groaned in passion as all that spunk flooded my mouth.

“Yes!” Mister Ken growled, loving my writhing asshole. “What a slutty bride!”

“Oui!” my husband roared as Mister Ken erupted into my asshole.

His cum spurted onto my bowels. My anal sheath writhed around him, rapture sweeping through my body. I enjoyed all that spunk flooding my flesh. My husband erupted into my mouth, feeding me his salty jizz. It was a wonderful moment to have them both dumping their loads in me.

I reveled in all that cum spilled down my throat and flooded my bowels. I trembled through my orgasm. I shuddered through all that delight. It was just a wonderful moment. I was so happy. I was just a glorious moment.

I hit that wonderful peak. I trembled through every last drop of jizz that fired into my mouth. I swallowed it all down. The thick cream filled my belly. I trembled through it. What an amazing moment to have all these passions in me.

I swallowed the last of my husband’s spunk.

Mister Ken fired the last of my cum into my asshole. He groaned and pulled out of an asshole. “Mrs. Richardson, lick her clean!”

“Yesy yes, Mastery Ken!” she squealed, her big boobs bouncing.

I slid my lips off my husband’s cock and watched the owner of the inn heading out the door. The bimbo-slave flung herself on the bed, bouncing on it and squealing like a little girl even though she was old enough to be my mother.

“You want to fuck her, Stefan?” I asked as Mrs. Richardson moved behind me.

My husband smiled. “Oui, oui, ma belle.”

I shuddered as Mrs. Richardson gripped my butt-cheeks. She squeezed my ass and ducked her head down. She nuzzled into my backdoor and licked at me. She stroked her tongue up and down my asshole. It was so incredible to have her stroking over me.