Punishment at the Wedding

Weddings come in all kinds. Sometimes the parents of the groom and bride simply want all the relatives, friends, and important figures to celebrate "like everyone else." It was precisely such an event that a close friend invited Seryozha and his girlfriend Anya to. Several years had passed since the photoshoot, and some things had changed. This opportunity to get out of the apartment and take a break from the gray routine was, if not met with wild enthusiasm, then certainly viewed very positively.

Seryozha put on a black suit, white shirt, and blue tie. Anya, however, wanted a celebration: a short, light green dress with a deep neckline, her black hair loose and flowing down to her shoulders, and her favorite evening makeup combined with light red

lipstick complemented the already delightful picture. The twenty-five-year-old beauty wanted, at all costs, to catch the bouquet and have the next wedding.

At the wedding, Seryozha and Anya were seated quite far from the guests of honor, next to people they didn't know. All the main seats were taken by important figures who were supposed to help the groom climb higher up the career ladder. Across from Seryozha and Anya, at a narrow table, sat another couple. Apparently, they were relatives or friends of the bride. A young man, slightly younger than Sergei, was looking at the guests with boredom and listening to what his companion was whispering discontentedly into his ear. His face showed that they were still together for reasons even he didn't quite understand.

The cheerful master of ceremonies organized endless contests, which didn't interest Anya and Seryozha. After another series of toasts, one of the guests bumped the table. Anya's glass tipped over, and champagne spilled on her dress. Splashes hit her chest, making the dress cling. The young man began watching Anya's chest with interest. Every time she looked back at him, he quickly turned away, looking at the master of ceremonies, then at his companion, then at the other guests. Anya went to the restroom to at least blot the dress and dry it a bit. Seryozha followed her. Near the restroom, he said:

"Did you notice how that guy was looking at you?"

"I noticed. He keeps staring at my chest."

"He must have some issues with his own. She's not giving him any, or what?"

"The dress is ruined. It needs washing... And what's it to you, this guy? Annoyed that someone's looking at your girlfriend?"

"Of course, it's annoying. Let him look at his own," Sergei grumbled.

"Want me to punish him?" Anya smiled.

"How?"

Anya leaned over, took off her tights, and turning to Sergei, said:

"When he goes out for a smoke next time, go with him. Tell him I liked him. Tell him to unzip his fly under the table, and he'll get a surprise."

"And that's how you'll punish him?"

"Oh, you bet!" Anya said with a mysterious smile.

The couple returned to the table. Seryozha began waiting for the guest to go out for another smoke. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long... Once outside, the guy turned and asked:

"Got a light?"

"No, I don't smoke. My friend noticed you've been looking at her the whole time."

"I'm not looking at your friend."

"She's just a friend to me. She really liked you."

"Liked me?" the guy asked with disbelief.

"Yes, liked you. She's had a bit too much and is feeling mischievous. She asked me to tell you to unzip your fly when you sit back down at the table. She wants to give you a surprise."

His face showed he was confused. He didn't know what to say and replied somewhat distrustfully:

"Tell her I'm waiting for her."

Sergei returned to the table, whispering to Anya:

"He agreed."

A couple of minutes later, the guy also returned to the table. His hands went under the tablecloth for a few seconds, then just as quickly reappeared on the table. Anya slipped her right foot out of her shoe. She began running her toes up and down the stranger's leg. His face showed a mix of surprise and pleasure. It was clear he was relaxing as Anya gradually raised her foot higher and higher. Soon, her toes touched his already erect penis. She ran them up the shaft to the very tip. It was thin and long. Anya lightly grasped the head with her big and index toes, starting to move the foreskin. A satisfied smile spread across the young man's face. At that moment, his companion turned to him and began telling him something discontentedly. The guy looked her in the eyes with a broad smile. The girl wasn't expecting such a look, apparently lost her train of thought, and fell silent. She put more salad on her plate and went back to watching the contest. Anya continued her mischief. Now she lifted her other foot, placing it under the guy's scrotum, continuing to stroke him. Fluid began to seep from his penis. Its drops moistened Anya's toes. Now lubricated, they gave the young man even more pleasure. The prankster wanted to do something more, to somehow encourage the stranger. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress, exposing her chest a bit more, then put some spaghetti with a cheesy sauce on her plate. Her lips took one noodle at a time and sucked them in. White cheesy sauce remained on her lips. At this sight, the guy's penis grew thicker and began to pulse. The girl could feel the veins swelling, the head enlarging.

Anya continued licking and biting her lips to remove the tasty sauce. At some point, the penis became very hard and... horror and infinite pleasure appeared in the guy's eyes. He realized he was about to cum. Anya bit her lip and, understanding the young man's train of thought, pressed on his penis. Semen began to fountain onto the stranger's pants and shirt. His penis discharged again and again with new streams. Anya's toes were cold, wet, and sticky. She quickly put her feet back into her shoes. Horror was in the young man's eyes. He had felt infinitely good a few moments ago, but now he was all wet and sticky. His girlfriend turned to him to say something again, but seeing the penis protruding from under the tablecloth, the stained shirt and pants, she was speechless. She stared wide-eyed at this scene for a minute, then started crying, delivered a ringing slap, and ran for the exit. Sergei and Anya watched the helpless stranger, who didn't know what to do—sit still or chase after his girlfriend. He gathered his strength, stood up, and walked toward the exit, accompanied by bewildered glances.

Anya leaned toward Sergei:

"I need to go to the restroom to wash my fingers."

"You've already soiled your shoes."

"It's still unpleasant to be wet. Let's go."

They headed to the restroom together again.