“No never, I hate you!” she cried, “Ouch!” He hit her again but the heavy ornate uniform was hampering him, “Here, you have a go!” he said to a security guard, “Take your jacket off, put your back into it!” “Whack!” the belt flashed down. “Agghhhh!” Mitzy cried. “Absolutely bizarre news is coming in live from the marriage of Prince Boris of Waszockstan to LA pornstar Mitzy Fucksalot at the Cathedral of the Holy Virgin. Prince Boris is actually whipping Mitzy Fucksalot on the steps of the Cathedral!” Ralph Burgundy announced to several hundred public broadcasting viewers across the rust belt of the USA, “Bob Googleheim is at the ceremony, is this a publicity stunt Bob?” Bob reluctantly turned to camera as Boris reached across and ripped Mitzy’s G string clean off her. “No, Ralph, it’s no stunt, it looks like Prince Boris’s real pissed,” Bob insisted. “Is this that English comedian, Baron Sasha Cohen and Mitzy doing a PR stunt?” Ralph asked. “No, no way, that is genuinely Prince Boris, this is for real,” Bob said and he glanced round to see Mitzy’s ass was now completely naked and criss crossed by red weals. “More on that story later,” Ralph said as they reluctantly cut away from Mitzy’s very sexy naked ass. “Marry me!” Boris demanded. “No!” Mitzy replied. “That’s twenty sire,” the sweating security man gasped, “Shall I continue?” “No, you, you take over, twenty more, then twenty more again!” the prince insisted, “Now will you marry me!” “No never!” Mitzy cried, “I would rather die!” “You,” Boris snapped, “You with the sword, shave her head!” “No!” Mitzy cried, “It took me years to grow this!” she declared referring to her mass of golden ringlets. “Marry blowjob me or go bald, your call,” Boris insisted. Mitzy knew she was beaten, her hair was her trademark, that and her E cup tits. “Ok you win, I’ll marry you,” Mitzy sighed reluctantly, “Can someone fix up my dress?” “No time,” Boris insisted, “Anyway its not as if most people haven’t seen you naked in films already.” “Boris!” Mitzy cried as the security men asian let her get up and she clasped the ruined dress to her bosoms, “I’m not wearing a bra!” “Tough, we have a TV schedule to keep,” Boris insisted as he ripped the ruined dress away from her, leaving her breasts exposed above her corset and her crotch exposed and her bared buttocks all criss crossed with red weals. All across the US and Europe TV channels began to pick up on the unfolding drama and men cheered and whooped as the near naked Mitzy with only her head in its veil and her legs in silk stockings but otherwise bare, was frog marched her down the aisle. “Priest, ask her again!” Boris bellowed as they approached the altar with Mitzy trying to work out how cumshot to cover two breasts and her cunt with just two hands. Suddenly Mitzy was aware of the cheering, deep coarse laughter and male voices raised in approval, she automatically bowed theatrically, which exposed her massive breasts completely, which encouraged the congregation, or at least the males, to even greater appreciation. “Mitzy do you?” the priest asked. “Just say yes,” Boris insisted, “Or good bye golden ringets, hello baldie.” “Yes,” Mitzy replied. “And do you Boris?” the priest asked. “I already said so, yes!” Boris agreed, “Get on with it!” “I pronounce you man and wife!” the priest announced hesitantly. “Thank amateur heaven,” Boris agreed, “Oh hell we forgot the ring, where the hell is the ring?” “Here sire,” Heinrich said quietly as he handed the ring to Boris who promptly jammed it firmly onto Mitzy’s finger, the wrong on as it happened but the camera man got it on film which fulfilled their contractual obligations with Ospreys the jewellers. “Right we have two minutes leg it!” Boris declared and he grabbed the still near naked Mitzy and rushed her up the aisle to the waiting carriage before the startled organist could even start to murder Mendellshon’s wedding march. The crowd outside erupted with whoops and cheers as they appeared, Mitzy forgot to hide her rather magnificent E cup silicon tits as she waved happily to japanese the crowd, and even forgot she had no knickers on either so wrapped up in the euphoria of the moment was she. The carriage departed bang on time, “Where’s my dad?” Mitzy asked. “Somewhere, do I look as if I care?” Boris asked, “But at least we can collect some royalties, you had me worried back there!” So, after the initial shock of now amateur being on my own japanese at such an early age, and being alone; I started to settle in to my tiny cumshot room, the camaraderie of the stable men and with the food that came to me in my room sometimes right from the owner’s table. This went on for about a week every day until one day I came home and found her there Ben got up and I saw that he had a boner. It’s Kyle, from last night.” “James,” groaned Róis as I led her around the church, her voice throaty. And I suppose you need this” Tyrone lilts at me gesturing with the cock. See what I'm saying?" “You're enjoying this!” Jessie was making a small asian grunt each time I injected my rod into her. I listened carefully to every word the Justice said, repeating word-for-word the oath of love and blowjob loyalty, forsaking all others gladly and loudly, proclaiming my love for Barbara, followed immediately by Barbara proclaiming her undying love for me. Eli produced the rings on time and Carole smiled broadly through the entire brief ceremony. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. She lets out a huge groan as I enter her. These dirty thoughts aren’t helping. I answered of course, I thought, why not? I guess for him that probably was his last chance to fuck his daughter. Well I didn’t like her anyway, you’re too good for a bitch like her.” Her body tensed and she lightly flexed her hips upward, signaling to Warrick that it was time to get real. I was thankful for that.