Sister’s wedding part 3

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It didn't take her more than three seconds to decide to take the

punishment. The trip home was simple hell. He had planned everything

to torture her, or at least it seemed that way. Not only had he changed

her reservations, he had rerouted her through Philadelphia, Newark and

then finally to JFK... It would take her at least eight hours to get

home. Eight hours of the constant pressure that was building inside her

bladder, eight hours of the gentle manipulation of the nub nestled

against her clit, eight hours of the firm rubber shaft lodged in her

ass. Eight hours to contemplate her sins and atone for them.

Twice she dozed off on the plane only to be awoken by the unbearable

need to empty her bladder. Running through airports to make her

connections was probably the worst part of the exquisite punishment.

There were moments when she thought she would surely wet herself, and in

a panic she would tighten down on all the muscles in her pelvis which

sent shockwaves of pleasure through her ass and cunt. The jarring

landing at JFK actually caused her to loose control for a second until

she physically straightened her legs and clamped down internally. As

she walked out of the connecting tunnel she sought him out frantically.

With great relief he was there, waiting for her. He took in her

dishelved appearance, the cold sweat that covered her forehead, the look

of panic that filled her eyes. His hand grasped hers and he lead her at

a near run through the airport to the parking garage. There in a dark

corner he pulled up her skirt and undid the locks that held the crotch

of her garment firmly against her. His fingers parted her swollen pussy

lips and found her clit hard and distended. With a low moan he turned

her around and bent her over the trunk of his car. His cock drove into

her bursting her control and with a low wail she began to urinate. The

scalding hot liquid splashed up from the car onto him as he fucked her

with a ferocity she had never known he possessed. Her urine ran down

her legs and into her shoes as she came in mind numbing waves. The

combination of her slick cunt and scalding urine made him forget where

they were. He grunted out her name as he pummeled her cunt over and

over until with a deep heave he spent himself inside her.

He was the first to regain his wits as he pulled her upright and opened

the trunk. He quickly stripped off her sodden clothes and threw them in

the trunk. He reached in and pulled out the wool blanket he kept stored

there for emergencies, and wrapped her still quivering body in the

scratchy fabric. He opened her passenger door, and sat her down,

tucking her in as if she were a child. She closed her eyes and drifted

off to sleep, feeling physically and emotionally exhausted. Her last

thought was what a divinely just punishment it had been.