Dream Bride Tranny Ch. 03
Keywords: 03, Bride, Tranny, Ch., Dream,
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I was never allowed to forget that I had had sex with my 18 year old niece when she modelled a few bridal gowns for the KBG. Even her wedding day was hijacked and, in the final part of a wedding day shock for bride Kirsten, she has dressed her Uncle in her most amazing bridal gown and is about to embark on another kinky adventure.
Hand in hand Kirsten and I walked towards the video camera and the fire door. As we waited for the signal to move Kirsten was instructed to peel back a few layers of my gown and then hug and kiss me, rub herself against the material and beg me to take her outside and fuck her. She didn't disappoint Miss Anne.
"I'm a kinky bride Uncle Yano and I just love letting you wear my bridal gown. I hope my husband doesn't find us."
Suddenly she was worried about Richard.
"He won't interrupt called Miss Anne, he is being taken care of in the bar."
I encouraged her to carry on as before and raised my shimmering gown to expose some of the top layers of petticoats. Kirsten most enthusiastically grabbed some of the others and bucked her pussy against them.
"Uncle Yano, I feel so very, very sexy and just want to feel your big cock squeezing into my pussy. Avril calls me a slut because I tell her all the time that I want to have a baby with you, your cock was first into me and I love to have it in me whenever I can."
"Even on your wedding night?" Miss Anne teased and then she carried on.
"By the way sweetheart, Uncle Yano no longer has a big a cock. It is a big clit from now on - don't ever let me hear otherwise. He is a lesbian tranny, a bisexual tranny with a big juicy clit and he wants to tell you how much he loves his clit in your wedding dress as well as your pussy."
I didn't get a chance as Kirsten held the sexy tulle against her pussy and begged me, in gasping breathes, to fuck her so hard.
She was suddenly interrupted by the signal to move out and the fire doors swung open and the cool night air wafted into us. We continued to stand our eyes becoming accustomed to the darkness. There was the 'Dark Secret' about twenty feet away, the rear door open wide inviting us in. Nothing stood between us and the limo, Miss Anne, Phil and the video man all behind us now in the corridor to watch and record our tentative steps.
Kirsten helped lower the skirt of my gown again and smooth it over the underskirts before standing beside me, taking my hand. I wanted to drape my train over my arm but that was not permitted because Miss Anne wanted the camera to see the full extent of such a train as I walked to the limo. I squeezed Kirsten's hand to let her know I was ready. With my left hand linking her and my right hand holding up my gown to avoid tripping, we took three steps in the corridor and then out into the night. We stopped, the heat of the day still holding in the night air but the chill of the cold concrete path penetrating my stocking clad feet. I didn't look at any of the cars in the car park, nor did I look up at the windows of the hotel, I just stood there and hoped nobody would see us, absorbing the wonderful moment. I did look to my left, to my brave niece, so naked beside me, so gorgeous and so sexy. Any normal bride on her wedding night would be in bed with her new husband. Kirsten of course is not normal - she is a teenage porn star and always looking for excitement and a bigger thrill.
With her help I was also gaining a huge thrill, an amazing thrill and despite the anxiety of the situation my clit was throbbing like fuck twenty layers under. Kirsten gave me a smile, a contented smile, and I gave her hand another squeeze. The cameras remained in the safety of the corridor, I linked my arm into her hers and we took our first few steps together in public as kinky brides, my gown shimmering in the subdued lighting of the car park, the corset tight around my torso, the vastness of the massive petticoat filled skirt pressed against Kirsten on my left, half surrounding her nudity, creating the same stimulations in her female body as it did in my own when the roles were reversed, an escaped layer of my veil brushing her right breast sending sexy shivers throughout her body. On my right side my gown was now free from the restrictions of the room and the corridor walls, the massive skirt that had been so admired earlier as Kirsten stepped from the wedding car at the church now rustling and rolling on my transvestite hips with each step, creating a diversion of my thoughts from the apprehension of being in such a situation to one of absolute bliss, blanking from my mind the thoughts that someone might be watching us from a darkened hotel window.
"This is so superb," I whispered to Kirsten.
I was about to thank her again when we were stopped about halfway to the limo and asked to turn around and pose and to see my train still coming out of the door. We had to kiss, a passionate kiss, our tongues exploring, our arms encircling each other as I pulled the naked bride against her gown from the outside and my solid erection pushing outwards, pushing at the innermost layer of net petticoat, my eyes closed for an esctatic moment and then open again, staring at the mass of hotel windows. How could the KBG guarantee our safety? How could they tell that a resident was not going to get up and draw the blinds or stand and view the city at midnight?
The order to move broke my thoughts and we carried on to reach the rear door of the limo where I had to stand as Kirsten made a start to gathering in the train. It seemed to take forever and I was scared stiff when a car suddenly appeared but passed without detecting us even though Kirsten was between the hotel and the limo with only an armful of bridal train concealing her nakedness to the occupants.
I slipped onto the rear seat of the limo with a great deal of care, the door quite narrow for such an abundant bridal gown and Kirsten eased my train in around me. My gown was everywhere. Filling the back of the car and spilling across the floor and onto the beds. Phil and Vic climbed into the car and instructed me to raise my gown and expose my standing clit to my naked bride. I posed with my clit in the most sensational way I had ever done before. Kirsten gently brushed wisps of tulle across the bulbous tip and I whimpered with extreme ecstasy. Her teasing gave way to licking as she licked off some of my leaking juices and then gave me a full-blown blowjob as Anne watched distantly from the corridor. It didn't last long enough, only seconds, long enough to get the shots required and then Kirsten scrambled onto the seat to push her very excited pussy into my face.
"Lick me Uncle Yano, lick me, lick your kinky teenage bride, we are two kinky brides together. Please let me feel your tongue in my pussy."
Kirsten was delirious with passion now, always keen to remind me that she was still a teenager and nearly half my age, begging me to have her right there in the car park, quite oblivious to our surroundings now, quite oblivious to me dressed as the bride and not her, the passion, the love, the lust overtaking our senses for our safety even, as we ignored the instructions being given to us and I sank my tongue between her wide open legs and began drinking on her sodden mound. Kirsten pounded her cunt against my mouth until we stopped for a breather, her climax growing fast.
"I want you to fuck me darling," I whispered more to her pussy than directly to Kirsten but she heard me all the same. "I want you to sit on my cock, please let me feel my clit in your cunt," I went on, correcting my error, realising I no longer had a cock but a ten inch clit.
"I love you fucking me doggy style," Kirsten confessed as we coupled up only to be stopped by Phil after just a few strokes.
"Miss Anne is going apeshit at you two for disobeying her orders," he began. "You are not supposed to be doing that here – you are jeopardising not only your safety, but others too, so let's get a few of the required shots as you get back into the hotel."
I looked up as he ran back to the fire door and saw him join Anne and Vic. Miss Anne did not look happy.
"I think we are in deep trouble," I said to Kirsten as she helped me raise the gown around my clit as I prepared to step from the limo, exposing myself to the waiting cameras.
I took a few steps and then stopped as Kirsten prepared my long train so that it glided from the back seat. For a few seconds I looked around me again at all the overlooking windows, some lit up, some in darkness, some with the curtains drawn and others not, as I awaited Kirsten to come by my side to continue our walk towards the door with my clit in her right hand.
We were stopped by an angry Miss Anne just on the doorstep so that my bridal train could be filmed and photographed as an encouragement for other tranny and clitlickers at the KBG, to let them see one of the most beautiful gowns they could get to wear if they played the rules correctly.
"That was ludicrous and so I have already decided to punish you both tonight for your complete failure to act responsibly, so don't be surprised by some of the orders that I give you from now on. Just obey them," Anne scolded as I lifted Kirsten into my arms, as instructed earlier, to carry my bride along the corridor and over the threshold of the bedroom.
With one arm around my neck and the other holding my gown and petticoats aloft to let my clit peek out from the white heaven, we strolled and posed strictly as instructed until we reached the room.
My train was once again reduced to its normal length before I continued to carry my naked bride to the bedroom.
"Bloody Hell," Kirsten spurted out in anguish, "Back, quick, quick, quick, get back," she continued, most agitated as I struggled to see the problem because my veil had slipped over my eyes a little.
I added my own expletives when I got sight of the problem.
There, lying spread-eagled over the bed was her husband, naked and unconscious. I tried to reverse with this massive dress and was stopped by Miss Anne.
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Keywords: 03, Bride, Tranny, Ch., Dream,