Wedding Reception Mistress

The moment the reception band struck up a slow song, the heat between my legs flared so hard I had to squeeze my thighs together. Mark’s hand rested possessively on the small of my back as we watched our friends dance, but I could feel his pulse racing through his palm. We’d been talking about trying something new for weeks—me taking total control, becoming his Mistress for a night—and the wedding had suddenly felt like the perfect risky place to start.

“Baby,” I whispered, lips brushing his ear, “tonight you call me Mistress. No arguments. Understand?”

Mark’s breath hitched. His eyes flicked around the crowded ballroom, then back to me, dark with sudden lust.

“Yes… Mistress.”

The word sent a shiver straight to my clit. I smiled, slow and wicked, and slid my hand down to grip his ass through his suit pants, squeezing hard enough that he gasped.

“Good boy. Now follow me.”

I led him through the side doors into the dimly lit service hallway behind the banquet hall. The distant thump of music and laughter faded as I pushed him against the wall. My fingers worked his belt open with practiced ease, yanking his zipper down. His cock sprang out, already rock-hard and leaking at the tip.

“Look at you,” I murmured, wrapping my hand around his thick shaft and stroking once, twice, torturously slow. “So fucking eager in the middle of a wedding. Does that make you my dirty little slut tonight?”

Mark’s head thunked back against the wall. “Fuck… yes, Mistress. I’m yours.”

I dropped to my knees on the carpet, not caring if it ruined my dress. His cock bobbed in front of my face, veins pulsing. I licked a fat stripe up the underside, tasting the salty pre-cum, then sucked the swollen head between my lips with a wet pop. Mark groaned loud enough that I had to smack his thigh in warning.

“Quiet. You don’t want our friends to hear you getting your cock sucked like a whore, do you?”

“No, Mistress… shit, your mouth feels so good.”

I took him deeper, relaxing my throat until my nose pressed against his trimmed pubic hair. The musky scent of him filled my lungs—soap, sweat, and pure aroused man. I bobbed fast, hollowing my cheeks, saliva dripping down his balls. Every time he tried to thrust I pulled back and slapped his cock against my tongue.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, Mistress… please let me fuck your throat.”

I hummed approval and swallowed him again, gagging myself on his length until tears pricked my eyes. His hands hovered near my hair but never touched—good boy, he remembered the rules. When his thighs started to shake I pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening dick.

“Stand still. I’m going to ride you.”

I stood, hiked my silky bridesmaid dress up around my waist. No panties underneath—just like I’d planned. My shaved pussy was soaked, lips puffy and shining. Mark’s eyes locked onto my dripping slit like a man dying of thirst.

I turned, braced my hands on the wall, and arched my back so my juicy ass pushed out. “Spread me open and slide that cock in my cunt. Slowly.”

His fingers trembled as he parted my cheeks. The fat head of his dick nudged my entrance, then sank in with one long, wet glide. We both moaned at the same time. My walls clenched around his thickness, greedy and hot.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Mistress… so wet.”

“Harder,” I ordered, pushing back onto him. “Pound your Mistress’s pussy like you mean it.”

Mark gripped my hips and started thrusting, deep and rhythmic. The slap of skin on skin echoed down the hallway. Every stroke dragged across my g-spot, sending sparks up my spine. I reached between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles, gasping.

“Don’t you dare cum yet. This pussy owns that cock tonight.”

“Yes… fuck… Mistress,” he panted, slamming into me faster. The wet squelch of my juices coated his balls, dripping down my thighs.

I felt my orgasm building fast. “Fill me. Cum deep inside your Mistress right now.”

Mark buried himself to the hilt and groaned, cock pulsing as thick ropes of hot cum flooded my spasming pussy. The sensation tipped me over—I came hard, biting my lip to stay quiet while my walls milked every drop from him. My legs shook so badly he had to hold me up.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, his cum already starting to leak out around his softening cock. I turned my head, caught his dazed, adoring eyes, and smiled.

“Clean your mess, slave. On your knees.”

Mark dropped instantly. I spread my legs wider, feeling his warm tongue lap at my creampie, sucking his own cum from my freshly fucked cunt. The filthy sounds he made had me grinding back against his face, chasing a second, smaller orgasm that left me dizzy.

When he finally stood, lips shiny with our combined juices, I pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting us both.

“Think anyone noticed we disappeared?” I asked, voice husky.

Mark laughed breathlessly, straightening his tie. “If they did… I don’t fucking care. That was incredible, Mistress.”

I fixed my dress, feeling his cum trickle down my inner thigh, and took his hand.

“Good. Because the night’s still young. Let’s get back to the party… and later I’ll show you what else your new Mistress has planned.”

We slipped back into the reception smiling like we’d only been fetching drinks. But every time our eyes met across the dance floor, the promise of more filthy obedience burned between us.