A literotic sexstories: Shannon III the wedding part A by shefux ,
An older man dominates a young woman,
Shannon III the wedding part A
To understand the Shannon series it is best to start at the beginning with Shannon then Shannon II part A, Shannon II part B and then this story. Each story can stand alone but you will get a better understanding of the characters and the events that brought them to this point in the story. However this story would work to go from “Shannon” directly to “Shannon III”.
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Previously on Shannon
I had filmed Dave’s brother’s bachelor party and as I have said before I don’t like Dave and never have. He’s arrogant, boastful and a royal asshole, he also happens to “own” Shannon.
I say he “owns” her, because she insists that he does. Shannon has been abused all her life and now she craves the things Dave does to her and like an addiction she hates doing them, but she isn’t either able or willing to stop. As a result Dave dominates, abuses and humiliates Shannon sexually. At the bachelor party she was made to have sex with two dogs and then fuck the entire room full of men.
In the first story I had written that the “cunt Shannon” in these stories, visually reminded me of the actress who played “Shannon” on the TV show “LOST”. Not quite as pretty but close.
While filming the molestation of Shannon at the bachelor party, something in her captured my sole and I knew then that I wanted to be with Shannon.
Shannon III the wedding part A
Dave and I were standing side by side in the banquet hall. The bachelor party had run its course; Dave and I were watching two men who had helped me video tape the party, fuck an exhausted Shannon.
I asked him, “What would you say if I asked you if I could date Shannon.”
“I’d tell you to go fuck yourself.”
“Why?”
“Because I think you would look cute with your dick in your ass.”
I gave him an irritated smile, “Why won’t you let me date Shannon?”
“Because she’s my whore.”
“So?”
He looked at me as if he were seeing me for the first time.
“I tell you what, my sports hero friend. I will not let you date my little slut, but I will let you marry her if you want to.”
“You would let marry her but not date her?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes,” he stated simply.
I stared at him a few moments and scratched my head.
I need your answer right now, yes or no.” he demanded.
“Right now?” I exclaimed.
“You got thirty seconds he said looking at his watch. What is your decision? Fifteen seconds.”
OK,…… I’ll marry her, but what if Shannon doesn’t want to marry me.”
“Doesn’t matter what she wants, I will tell her to do it and she will.”
“Well I would like to hear it from her if you don’t mind.”
“I do fuckin mind dick head, and if you really want to marry here are the conditions. Once you leave this room, you will not look at her, visit her or talk to her right up until the moment you say ‘I do,’ Got that pencil prick.” He said poking his finger into my chest. “In fact leave this building right now and wait in your van. Your men can collect your equipment for you.”
“But, I…”
“If you are not out of that door within the next two minutes the deal is off fuck face.”
I turned and rushed for the door.
As I reached for the door knob, Dave yelled out across the hall. “The wedding will be on Friday two weeks from now. Get your own tux. I will be in touch.”
I glanced over at Shannon who was on the cum soaked mattress. Mike was pounding her sore pussy and John was fucking her face. Then I went out of the door.
I think just about every man alive who has stood at the altar waiting for his bride to come down the aisle has butter flies in his gut. However I don’t. I am not nervous, I’m fucking scared shitless.
I’m thirty three, never been married. Shit, married!! Fuck, I have never even had a serious relationship, but now I find myself waiting for my bride who I have only spoken to once and that was an interview on camera the night she fucked and sucked two dogs, then was gang banged by twenty men at a bachelor party.
That night was two weeks ago and I haven’t seen or spoken to her since. I have not even asked her to marry me.
So, here I am, standing in the same banquet hall where I first laid eyes on Shannon. I have a blind fold on my head, because part of the agreement was I would not speak to her or SEE my bride to be until I say “I do”. And to top it all off, I don’t trust or even like the asshole that has set all this up. For all I know, when I say I do, the woman I agreed to marry may not even be there. In fifteen minutes I could be marring a dog of a woman rather than the beautiful Shannon. Even if Shannon is by my side when I say “I do” she is being forced by Dave (the asshole) into marring me. She may hate my guts, although I can’t imagine why she would, she doesn’t even know me.
So, I think I have good reason to be scared. In fact I have no idea why I am actually standing here. I should have told Dave to forget it long ago. Yet here I am, in my tux with a blind fold on my head. “Fuck me!”
The wedding march starts. I can hear people scurrying for their seats and the talking diminishes to a murmur. A few seconds later the gathering gasps and excited conservation ripples through the room.
I feel a piece of cloth or something light brush against my left hand that is at rest, by my side. I can smell the perfume and something else that I can’t quite identify, of someone beside me.
Someone in front of me clears his throat and says, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here for a double wedding,”
I thought, ‘Double wedding? What the fuck is he talking about?’
The voice continues, “You are here to witness the matrimony of Shannon Sheppard to Woof Bennett and William Ganon. I am a duly ordained clergy in this great state of Georgia and am legally recognized as such.
I tried to swallow but there was only dust in my mouth.
Again my mind raced and a question surfaced, ‘Who the fuck is Wolf Bennett?’
“Shannon, do you take these to be you’re lawfully wedded husbands?”
There was silence and some movement to my left. Then I heard a loud SMACK and a female yelp.
Then a female to my left said in a tired disgusted voice. “I do.”
Do you Woof take Shannon for your lawfully wedded bitch?
Some behind me said. “What’s your name?”
And I heard a dog go. “woof.”
Do you William take Shannon as your lawfully wedded wife?
Here it is, do I say it? Am I crazy?
“I do.” Came out of my mouth.
I heard the crowd go wild, they were laughing and yelling and slapping each other on the back.
“Do you have the ring?
I reached up and took my blind fold off as Dave tapped my sholder and handed me a very nice diamond wedding ring. I held it as to put it on Shannon but she wouldn’t give me her hand.
I looked to my left and Shannon was indeed there she had on a black lace veil that came down to her butt, a pair of black patent stilettos and a black earring in her left ear, nothing else, absolutely nude. She looked at me with anger and disgust in her eyes.
Dave said one word with force. “CUNT!”
She stomped her foot, made a pouty face and stuck her hand toward me defiantly and I slipped the ring on her finger.
The reverend in front of me said. “I now pronounce you husbands and wife. You may fuck the bride.”
Glaring at me she practically spat. “I hope you are happy asshole, because I’ll be God dammed if I will let you fuck me unless Dave forces me to, besides who the fuck wants to be named Shannon Ganon? Sounds like a cock sucking cartoon character. Asshole.”
Then I heard another “woof” to my left and saw the biggest, most beautiful mastiff I had ever seen. Standing on all fours his shoulders were even with my waist and I could see the ripple if his muscles under a shiny coat of shirt tan hair. The dog’s massive chest was white and he had to weigh at least two hundred pounds, probably more.
Dave slapped me on the shoulder and said. “Congratulations, meet Woof, your new husband in-law.”
Then Dave said, “What’s your name?”
The dog went. “Woof.”
Dave turned to Shannon. “Prepare for mount cunt.”
Shannon got down on all fours; her legs spread wide and rested her upper body on her fore arms. She pressed her fore head to the foor.
Dave commanded the dog. “Lick”
The huge beast moved to lap Shannon’s pussy. Before he got there I could see cum running down Shannon’s leg, then the doge dove in and Shannon squealed.
Stunned, I tore my eyes from Shannon and the huge mastiff and gazed about the room. My friends John and Mike were videotaping the proceedings. There were a few of my other friends and work mates gathered in one corner away from most everyone else. There were two women in that group and they looked at me with distain. The men just smirked. The rest of the room was filled mostly with men who were celebrating. One guy came over to me and shook my hand energetically.
“Congratulations Bill, thank you.”
“For what?” I asked confused.
“For what!” He parodied back to me. “For marrying the cunt. Dave said if you backed out none of us would get to fuck her tonight. It’s party time!”
Then Dave said. “Mount.”
The Mastiff hopped on Shannon’s back and started pounding the shit out of her. I watched her get three nuts within the first five minutes of him tying with her. After tan giant coated her cunt with sperm the brute dragged her around the room, as different guys called the dog to them and laughed. A few of them petted her and told her that she was a good bitch.
The rest of the night was pretty much a carbon copy of the bachelor party. Shannon was screwed in all three holes and rarely had an empty orifice for more than a few seconds as they cluster fucked her.
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