ウェディングナイト・ウィスパーズ

The champagne heat was still burning in my blood as we stumbled into the cramped hotel room after the wedding. Me, Max, catching Lena—my assigned roommate for the night—watching me a beat too long from the corner of my eye. Her fingers accidentally brushed my arm when she kicked off her heels, sending a shiver straight through me. I wanted to pin her against the wall right then and there, but I held back.

"Fuck, these heels are killing me," she breathed, collapsing onto the bed in her short dress, which rode up to reveal smooth thighs. "And why are you so tense, Max? You've been staring at me all night like I'm naked."

I smirked, feeling my cock already starting to stiffen in my pants. She didn't know I'd overheard her talking to her friend in the bathroom at the reception. Lena had whispered, "If he'd let me dress him up... you know, women's lingerie, stockings... I'd fuck him so hard he'd moan like a little slut." Those words had been burning in my brain all night.

"Maybe I was staring," I said, stepping closer. "You got a problem with that? Because I heard what you were telling Katya."

Her eyes went wide, cheeks flushing, but instead of embarrassment, she let out a low, playful laugh.

"Oh, busted, you little eavesdropper..." Lena sat up, spreading her legs a little wider, the dress hiking even higher. "So? Did it get you hot? You want me to make you my little girl tonight?"

"Yes," I rasped, the word tearing out of me. The need was stronger than any shame. "Just... be gentle. And keep it fun, okay?"

"Deal, sweetheart," she winked, getting up. From her bag, Lena pulled out black lace panties, stockings, and a bra with thin straps. "Strip. All of it. I want to watch your cock get hard while I dress you up."

I yanked off my shirt, pants, boxers. My cock was already standing tall, heavy, the head slick with pre-cum. Lena licked her lips.

"Damn, what a pretty thing... Sit on the edge of the bed, gorgeous."

She slipped the panties on me herself—the lace hugging my balls tight and pressing my cock flat against my belly. Then the stockings: her fingers slowly smoothing the nylon up my legs, brushing the insides of my thighs. I was trembling.

"Look how good this looks on you," she whispered, fastening the bra and adjusting the straps. "Now you're my little Lena. Or Masha? What do you want me to call you?"

"Masha..." I breathed out, blushing. It was humiliating and fucking hot as hell.

Lena pushed me onto my back, straddling me, her dress hiked up to her waist. Her pussy was already soaked—I felt it when she pressed against my cock through the lace.

"Masha, you're such a wet little slut..." She peeled off her dress, leaving herself in red lace. "Suck my tits while I play with you."

I lifted up, greedily taking her hard nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling. Lena moaned, sliding her hand into my panties. She wrapped her fingers around my cock, stroking slowly, her thumb spreading the pre-cum around the head.

"Oh fuck... Masha, your clit is so hard," she teased, speeding up her hand. "You want me to suck it?"

"Yes... please..." I whimpered.

She slid down, pulled the panties to my knees, and took my cock deep into her mouth. Hot, wet, with obscene slurping sounds. Her tongue swirled around the head, she swallowed me all the way down, staring into my eyes.

"Mmm, tasty... My girl is dripping," she murmured, pulling off. "Now turn around. Show me that sweet ass."

I got on all fours, feeling the lace bite into my skin. Lena spat on my hole, working a finger in, then two at once. I bit my lip against the mix of pain and pleasure.

"Relax, Masha... I'm gonna fuck you just like you dreamed," she said, pulling a strap-on from her bag, slicking it up, and pushing into me slowly.

I let out a loud moan as she started to move. Slow at first, then harder, her hips slapping against my ass. My cock swung, dripping onto the sheets.

"Fuck me harder..." the words tore out of me.

"That's it, slut?" Lena grabbed the bra straps like reins and pounded deeper. "Cum, Masha, I want to see you spray all over those lace panties!"

Her fingers found my cock, jerking me fast until I was howling. Cum shot out in thick ropes, painting the stockings and sheets. Lena didn't stop until I went limp, then she pulled out the strap-on and laid down beside me, kissing me on the lips.

"So, sweetheart... did you enjoy being a girl at the wedding?" she asked, laughing.

"Fuck yes..." I smiled, still trembling. "But now it's your turn. Take that lingerie off—I want to eat you out until morning."

We both laughed, and the night was just getting started.