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Chapter 13 (End)

Chapter 13: Mr Brideshoot Fantatic

I met Mr Brideshoot Fantatic, whom I'll refer to as BF, during a pageant event where I went to support my friend. The nickname BF seemed fitting because his Facebook account was overflowing with images of models in bridal wear. In some pageant pictures, you could even spot his eager hands tightly gripping the waists or shoulders of the pageant contestants, as if he were their boyfriend.

Despite his tiko behavior, BF appeared quite gentlemanly, with spectacles and fluent English. After we exchanged contacts, he quickly reached out to me on Facebook, proposing that I model for a bridal shoot. Intrigued by the idea of trying out a bridal shoot, I agreed and we set a date.

Initially, everything seemed normal. I did my own makeup and slipped into the bridal dress he provided. We experimented with various poses in a garden, but as noon approached, the sun grew unbearably hot, exacerbated by the heavy bridal dress. BF then suggested we move the shoot indoors. Sweaty and uncomfortable, I agreed without inquiring further. Before I knew it, we were at the doorstep of a hotel.

"Shooting inside a hotel room?" I asked, skeptical.

"Yes, I've already booked a room so we can enjoy some air conditioning and try out some shots on the bed," BF explained, his voice tinged with nervousness.

The promise of air conditioning was too tempting, and I followed BF into the room. It was cozy and nicely decorated. After touching up my makeup, we resumed the shoot. However, I noticed that BF seemed distracted and not fully focused on taking photos. Suddenly, he paused and began adjusting my poses more frequently.

"I need your legs to move to this side and your fingers around your shoulders," he instructed, guiding my fingers to my right shoulder.

His touches became more frequent, and just as I was about to express my discomfort, BF tightly grasped my hands and asked if he could kiss me. Shocked and angry, I tried to pull away.

"Let go of me! Let go!" I shouted at him angrily.

Startled by my reaction, BF immediately began to apologize.

"Sorry, Cat, don't be angry with me! I'm really sorry! But I got really turned on by you in bridal wear. Please give me a chance! I promise I will reward you well if you do whatever I want."

"How are you going to compensate me?" I asked, still doubtful.

"I can offer you $500 if you allow me to fuck you while you're in your bridal wear," BF proposed eagerly.

$500 for a session seemed like easy money. Despite my reservations about such a distasteful arrangement, I thought, why not? After all, it wasn't my first encounter of this nature. I decided to accept BF's offer but not without making him work for it.

"Go get a pack of condoms and a shaver. I want you to shave off your hair around your dick first before you can fuck me. I also want the cash money upfront before you touch me," I demanded.

BF hurried out and returned in less than 30 minutes with the condoms and shaver. Lacking shaving cream, he resorted to using soap and toothpaste from the hotel room, which almost made me laugh.

Once he met all my conditions, BF began to fuck me while I was still in my bridal wear. I lifted the dress and removed my panties as he cautiously inserted his dick, covered with a condom. Unfortunately, BF seemed inexperienced, as his dick kept slipping out of my pussy, leaving me unsatisfied. If I had to rate his performance, it would be a 2 out of 10.

After about 30 minutes of his struggle, I decided to expedite the process as he was unable to cum. I pushed him down on the bed, blindfolded him with the blanket, and positioned myself on top of him. This seemed to excite him greatly, and he finally came.

A week later, BF sent me the photos and tried to ask me out again. I declined and promptly added him to my block list. The last I heard, he was still conducting bridal shoots and attending pageant dinners.