Andrea's best friend, Jess, was finally getting married. Since as early as third grade, they knew they would become each other's Maid of Honor. Jess' wedding was no different. Andrea was a bridesmaid for Jess. The ceremony itself went superb, as everything seemed to go perfect. The wedding reception, however, was a different story. Andrea had no date to bring herself, and had to come to the result of coming alone, and getting her own room in the hotel upstairs. This made the party significantly dull for Andrea at first, considering Jess was one of her only friends, and she couldn't even get a word in with her, with everyone at the party surrounding her. She had no other option, but to attend the party alone.
Andrea was an absolutely beautiful young woman. Still at a young age, 21, she had long flowing red hair, cute and minimal freckles, somehow sensual glasses when applied, and luscious breasts. Andrea knew she could probably "hit it off" with a random stranger, but she was not prepared to do that on the day of her best friend's special day. The size of the party was rather impressive, though also overwhelming. Jess and John (her new husband) literally rented out a whole party hall just for the event. Add that too the amount of people, and you have Andrea lost in the crowd.
At first, Andrea was used to the idea of just sitting at a random table, and maybe having a drink or two before heading up to her room to sleep, while everyone else is clearly having sex. However, she would soon meet perhaps the most obnoxious man she ever met. His name was Trevor, as his breath spelled out every five minutes. The party had only been going on for an hour when he was already drop-dead drunk. While he was not bad looking by any stretch, she had never been so revolted while being "hit on". She tried to shake him off with a couple lines, but he seemed to continue on talking forever, even going as far to follow her everywhere she walked.
However, Andrea's problem with Trevor truly began when he spoke the following: "So, are you here for that whore bitch Jess?" Andrea wanted to punch him in an unpleasant spot after saying that. To say that she was pissed off, would be an understatement. Early in their school years, the girls were bullied off and on, but they always defended each other. "Whore bitch" was a nickname that Jess got in Middle School, for reasons that they could not even figure out. However, it has practically haunted her for life, as Jess was in complete depression from it at that time.
Attempting to control her rage, she then thought of a great way to release it. Andrea took a deep breath, and asked him: "Hey, Trevor, you want head up to my room? I've got--something I want to show you."
"Oh, I get it! Yeah! Follow the lead!" he yelled, as Andrea could only sigh, but with a satisfying after-taste. She knew her scheme was going to work, and was ready to try it.
When they arrived at her sixth-floor room, the hallway was completely silent. It seems they were one of the first ones to come back from the party. However, Andrea was sure she would be the only one doing what she was about to do, tonight. She subtly, yet sensually, led him into her room. They began kissing immediately, which was a bother to Andrea right away, considering his breath was nothing, but beer.
They were passionately kissing, as they both started taking each other's clothes off; just as Andrea had planned. When they were both completely naked, Trevor had the chance to fully examine Andrea in the nude. Her breasts were more outstanding than anticipated, and her face gave off even more sexual desire, with her Wedding make-up still applied. However, things quickly turned into things that Andrea knew would make him second-guess the situation.
Expecting to now have sex with her, Trevor was thrown off guard when Andrea, almost out of nowhere, slapped a pair of handcuffs around his hands, bound behind his back. "Are these really necessary?" asked Trevor.
"Yep!" answered Andrea, "And you'll find out why in a second. Just turn around for me, would you?" Trevor did as she asked, while she began searching in her suitcase behind him. He started to ramble on about something sexual, but Andrea just ignored him, as he would shut-up soon anyway. Out of her suit-case, she pulled out none other, than a tan strap-on dildo with a black harness. The dildo itself was 1.5" thick and 6" long. Trevor was still turned around, so he didn't see her take the strap-on right out of the bag. She slipped it on, over her waist, with an obvious intention.
"Okay, you can turn around!" she said, with her hips on her waist. Trevor turned around smiling, but it was not long before it fell right back down. Andrea, with her strap-on attached to her waist, looked mischievously sexy. Two of the straps ran coinciding on each of her ass' cheeks. It gave her an overall look of determination and seriousness; to the point where Trevor knew immediately he was about to be raped by a beautiful girl.
"No, I'm not doing this. Unlock this thing now, so I can the hell away from you crazy bitch!" he responded.
"No. And I really think you should shut-up for once!" she reported, as she quickly slid a ball gag in his mouth, that she also pulled from her bag. "You what else I think? I think you need to have your ass fucked now. You think so too?" she continued as his shouts could not be heard now, "What's that? Rape me, Andrea? Sure, I was going to do that anyway."
Andrea, with her heart pumping, pushed Trevor right onto the bed, so that he fell on his back. She pushed him back so that only his ass was over the bed, and lifted his legs up. She then grabbed her strap-on she was wearing, and placed the dildo into his ass hole. With all her force, and no lube, Andrea then thrust forward as much as she could, so that the dildo was as far in as possible. A silent moan of pain immediately came out of the mouth of Trevor.
Hard and fast, Andrea began fucking Trevor's ass. Shouts of pain were clearly silenced at every thrust, and the dildo was going completely inside. Back and forth she went, as one her first devious smiles arose on her face. She was enjoying this, and glad she was defending her best friend. Then, just when Andrea was finding herself in a satisfying groove, the dildo came out of Trevor's ass.
"Are you trying to push me out of there? Now, that's not very nice. I'm trying to rape you over here, and you have to make it harder for me? No, I'm not going to take that," reacted Andrea. She would place the dildo back inside, with a similar thrust from earlier, but this time she also grabbed his two testicles, and squeezed them as hard as possible, while still fucking him. Naturally, this only increased the fun for Andrea, as she now had him manipulated in two different ways at the same time, in this rape.
Andrea's strap-on dildo continued to penetrate Trevor's ass. The sight of seeing it go in and out of him so fast brought an obviously great amount of satisfaction to Andrea. Then, while Andrea actually was into her groove while fucking him, there was a surprising knock at the door. Andrea was astonished, as she turned her head toward the door with the dildo still partially in his ass. Then, Andrea heard one of the last voices she would expect say: "Andrea, are you in there? I've been looking for you."
Andrea was very surprised, to say the least. The voice was none other than her best friend, and now married, Jess. Andrea, slid the dildo right out of his ass, and walked over to the door so she could look through the door's peep hole. She looked through it to see Jess still fully dressed in her Wedding Dress. Andrea had almost forgotten this was still the wedding reception. At first, she was clueless on what to do in this situation, but then she had an idea. An idea that was a longshot, but worth a try.
