Boris recoiled in shock, he never realised Mitzy actually cared about anything beyond the next black cock she had to screw blowjob and while he knew he had the air of an elder statesman he was still only twenty nine and Mitzy was at least twenty one. Suddenly his anger boiled over and he stamped his foot in a fit of rage. “Guards,” the prince shouted, “Seize her, and seize that so called manager father of hers what ever he is, take her outside, and him, just keep him here!” “But,” Alicia, the prince’s long time number three mistress and chief bridesmaid exclaimed, “If she won’t marry you I will.” “I thank you for that but we need Mitzy’s money,” he replied sadly because Alicia really was quite something, ok, maybe a tad lacking tit wise, but beautiful unlike his two other official mistresses Margurite, his former Nanny, and Gerta a school friend of his mothers, who were frankly past it. Boris turned to his bodyguards, “Outside with her!” he said pornstar somewhat nastily, “Now!” Strong hands gripped Mitzy‘s slender arms as several smartly dressed security guards scrambled to their feet and grabbed Mitzy and man-handed her to the main door of the cathedral. All across Europe news services suddenly realised a mid European non event was getting interesting as several US based porno outfits with several different TV and Video crews started to contact the major networks to try to sell real time footage as the wedding turned to farce. Coverage changed from remote cameras at the altar to the big bulky turntable mounted Cameras set up to cover their departure in Brunette a pure white carriage drawn by pure white horses following the service. Mitzy protested but four burly security guards dragged her protesting down the aisle, while another three struggled with the train of her opulent wedding dress. “Bend her over your knee and lend me a belt," the Prince called as they exited the massive vaulted doorway, the security men struggled to comply. “Sit on the top step!" the Prince added, “Now man, just do it."“Sah!" the senior security man replied, in local dialect, “Spin her round, hold her down Dornberger, you take her over your knee,” he said loudly and then whispered, “And no groping!" They spun her round and a Dornberger sat on the top step they pushed Mitzy down over his knee and tried to pull the massive silken wedding dress train aside. “Belt," the prince ordered, “And get rid of that damned train, hack it off if you have to, lets see her ass!"“No!" Mitzy protested, “It ain’t insured!” she insisted, “The dress I mean.” “Then you’ll marry me?" the prince queried. “I can’t,” she said awkwardly. “Bare her ass than,” he replied, “Now!” A soldier resplendent in his red livery stepped forward, his badges proclaiming him to be a lieutenant general “Allow me!” he suggested as he took his ceremonial sword and hacked easily through the layers of thin fabric, revealing the outline of Mitzy’s famous buttocks, though in reality footage of Hardcore Karen Horten’s ass was usually used in Mitzy’s porno’s because her ass was disappointingly bony. “No!” Mitzy pleaded as they hacked the ten metres of pure white see through parachute quality silk away. “Marry me!” the prince demanded. “No!” Mitzy refused as coast to coast TV stations began to show the action in real time as the hourly news shows came on. TV and video crews jostled for the best view, the crowds waiting to see the Prince and beautiful new Princess leave the cathedral pushed forward for a better view, pushing the thin green line of policemen backwards up the steps. The prince took a stout leather belt from a security man and struck Mitzy’s ass through the tanged remains of the wedding dress. Mitzy barely felt the blow, “This is useless,” the prince exclaimed, “Cut the damned thing off, cut the lacing! Use your sword.” The soldier deftly slipped the slender sword blade under the lacing on oral the back of Mitzy’s already ruined wedding gown and turned it to slice through the silk laces with its razor sharp edge. The prince himself pulled the ruined garment aside before ripping the underskirt down to reveal Mitzy’s silky white G string and suspenders. “Maybe this will persuade you?” the prince asked as he slashed the belt down diagonally across Mitzy’s exposed buttocks. “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 anal looks like Prince Boris’s real pissed,” Bob insisted. Shaking my head, I picked up the bag. After getting three women volunteers, they then asked for the first 9 male volunteers that could line up at the pool bar. I had the condoms and the morning after pills, hell I even shaved my nethers for the occasion. “We want a good view.” She pulls out a bottle of lube and jumps back on the bed. “I would assume that taking them off is an option,” Bobbi said. She puts you first in ways that you never see.” When I got home I put the groceries away and as I pulled my car keys out of my pocket the piece of paper fell to the floor. Yours are fun to play with, but hers are so sensitive. She already knew what she had to do. The white lace panties felt delicate as I pulled them up. She looked in my eyes, then she smiled. Before she could think any more Brunette Marie slapped her across the face, glaring down at her. I stare in awe as my masterpiece is being made. She lifted her head, her large tits swaying in her tank top. It slowly leaves and despite my lack of experience, I wish it was a cock instead of probing fingers. room i remembered the intense sex i had with Taylor i knew it would be a dream but it felt “Fucking Mrs. Taylor!” he pornstar growled. “If you need extra help you can peep through door.” He lunged at them, his great tentacles outstretched, and then fell to the ground, rolled down the slope of the mountain, and fell still about halfway down. Tonight I get to live out an ultimate fantasy of mine and engage in a wild orgy! “ Absolutely not. Photos were being taken by one of the technicians from the crime scene’s unit, particularly making sure to document the marks on her neck. She pulled up her chair and blowjob lifted my dick. Hardcore Being a Tuesday there wasn't too many people on the beach, so trying not to drip cum all over my house, I walked straight out the back door and jumped in the ocean. “Yes, baby doll, I do know. I rubbed my hand over her pussy and it was very wet. 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