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The Bachelorette Party

By: Art



This is a true story. My name is Tom and this really happened to me. If you don't want to believe this, that's okay with me. None the less, this shit really happened, and since it doesn't start with "now this is no shit," those of you who were in the US Navy will know that isn't a sea-story. It doesn't start with "Once upon a time" either, so it isn't a fairy tale....though believe me, the women in this story all had a fairly nice tail on them! Okay, I did change the names to protect the horny just in case you might know all of the real girls names and could put two and two together.

This was out in California (which somehow figures) quite a number of years ago - back in the days when getting laid and not knowing the boards name wouldn't get you killed from some exotic disease for which there is no cure. And so as to not be a complete sexist, a woman could screw a complete stranger and not die from it later too. Anyway, it was a dark and stormy night (I swear it was) and I was at this pizza place by myself, as I was too fuckin' lazy to cook that night, and there was a group of four women having what looked like a party. I had my pizza and after finishing my first beer, I had gone up to the bar to get a reload. While I was waiting on the bartender/cook, one of the women came up to the bar for the same purpose. "Hi," I said to her, "girl's night out party tonight?" 

"No. Bachelorette party. I'm getting married tomorrow." she said almost proudly. 

"You are getting married tomorrow, and this," I said gesturing around the dimly lit pizza parlor, "is you last fling before you get married?" 

"Yea. What's wrong with this?" she asked. 

This little broad must have thought a Tupperware party was a real scream. My beer had arrived and I took a sip. "It just doesn't strike me as living on the edge for one last time before you get married. I would have thought you would be doing something a lot wilder before you settled down to married life." 

"Well, I guess this isn't wild enough by your standards, but it's okay by my friends and mine." she said without much conviction. She picked up her beer and left for her friends.

And you're probably a good little church girl too. I thought to myself. I took my beer and returned to my table and resumed eating my pizza. I noticed that there was a small huddle as she returned to her table with the three other women there. Maybe they were going to do something really daring tonight after all - like have an extra beer. I kept eating my pizza and sipping my beer and only keeping half an eye on that "wild" party over at her table. Okay, I was watching them a little more closely than that as they were all really pretty good looking. I was just a little too far away to see who had a wedding ring on and who didn't, not that it would have mattered anyway, I was just too horny to have any moral convictions. 

About ten minutes later, they either had an election and the bride-to-be lost, or I had gotten to her. There was another huddle, a few giggles, and then she got up and came over to my table.

"Just what sort of wild things did you have in mind when you were talking to me at the bar?" she asked standing across my table from me. 

"I didn't have anything specific in mind." I said. "I just thought you all would have done something a little more thrilling. Something like the four of you stripping naked and driving over to a Jack-In-The-Box drive through and order something or pick up some guy that you don't know and screw him silly for the night. Hell, you could try girl on girl sex with your friends over there if you want. Rent a dirty movie and jill off together. Somehow pizza and beer with a few girlfriends just didn't seem to cut it. You can do that when you're married for Christ's sake. Just do one last wild thing that you don't have to get your husband's permission for." 

"I have never done anything like that!" she said without giving any hint as to which of the suggestions I had mentioned. Somehow the way she said that she had never done anything like that wasn't very convincing either.

"Well, this is you last night to take a whack at something like that and not get you husband pissed off about it. He doesn't own you tonight, but he will tomorrow night. Besides, he is probably at a bachelor party thrown by one of his friends that features a stripper! Think about it," I said, "he has the stripper, and you have a few girlfriends and a pizza. He is having one last fling, but..." I said gesturing around the dimly lit pizza place again, "this ain't exactly whooping it up!" 

"He won't own me then either! This isn't the fifteenth century."

The fact that I thought she might be owned by her husband once they were married seemed to upset her more than the notion that he might be enjoying a stripper tonight. "Maybe not, but he can make your life hell if he wants, and he can't do shit about anything you do tonight." That wasn't exactly true, but she got the drift. 

"I wonder if he really has a stripper tonight?" she said, sounding like she really didn't expect an answer. 

"Beats me, but I wouldn't be willing to bet against it." 

"Strippers don't screw the groom at those parties.....do they?" 

"Sometimes. Depends on the stripper and just how much they paid her." 

"I'll think about what you said." she said and left for her friends. 

By now I was done with my pizza and just about done with my beer too. I lingered just to see what those women were going to do now that I had planted a seed in their little blond heads. There was another huddle. This one lasted a lot longer than the last one, and it was probably a lot more interesting. I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall and overheard that conversation. There seemed to be another election and then the looser - one of the other girls - arose and came over to my table.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully, "Uh.....my friends and I were wondering if we could....uh...like go back to your place with you and....uh....party a little? Tammy is getting married tomorrow as you know, and we wanted to whoop it up a little with her one last time."

It sounded like she wasn't too sure of what she was asking for, so I thought I had better ask. "What kind of party did you have in mind?" I asked as I took the last swig of my beer. 

"Well, you know, like most of what you told Tammy."

"I take it you want to rent an adult movie and the five of us get it on?" 

"Somehow I don't think we'll need the movie." she said with a grin. "You got anything to drink there?"

"Beer." 

"That'll do. Where do you live anyway?" 

"About two blocks from here; in an apartment." 

"You ready to go?" 

"Sure." I wasn't about to pass this up! Four girls just asked me to join them in a sex party. You damn straight I was ready to go. I got up and went over to her table with her. 

We all got introduced. There was Tammy, the one getting married, Pam, Sue, and Sheila. That done, we left, them following me home. 

With everyone in my place now, it was time to find out just what they wanted to do. "Okay girls, what's it going to be? Strip poker, strip scrabble, or should I just turn the lights back off and we can all get naked and just grope each other in the dark so no one knows who is groping who other than each of you sure as hell will know when you are groping me?" 

"Hey, I like that last idea." Tammy piped up. The others like that idea too. They didn't find the need to have a huddle on this one. 

"Good. Uh....none of you girls are going to object to either being felt up or other wise played with by me or one of your friends are you?" I thought I had better check before we go too into this and found there was a wall flower in the crowd. I looked at them all and they were all shaking their heads without saying anything. "One other thing, are all of you on the pill so no one gets pregnant?" That was the one thing I really didn't need. This time the four of them were nodding their heads. There were a few giggles, but they were nodding their heads none the less. We were all set for a dark nude grope party! I had the feeling there was more than one closet bi girl here. This could get very interesting. "Okay, I guess we need a few rules for this. One, no one leaves this room. Two, as soon as the lights go out, we all get undressed. Third, there is no talking so no one can tell who is doing what to you. I guess there should be a fourth one, but I can't think of one. 

"Then douse the lights!" said Pam already starting to get her blouse off. 

"Okay, I'll give you all just a few seconds to find a chair or some place to put your clothes with the lights go out, and then they are going out. There was a chair by the switch where I was standing, so I was set. The others all found something quickly. There was a little giggling and they were ready. The lights went out. There was only a modest sized window in my living room, and now it was covered by heavy drapes. Conveniently there wasn't a street light outside my window. This and the fact that it was a dark rainy night to begin with made it very dark in that room. Even after our eyes got used to the dark we weren't going to see squat. I proceeded to strip as quickly as I could, but was surprised to feel a soft warm little hand find me before I was quite done. I got my socks off and I was naked. The hand that found me my now had quickly moved around and found my rather rigid cock. With the last of my clothes out of the way, I stood up. The hand held my cock out and a hot wet mouth found my cock and took most of it all the way in. This was certainly starting out well. I caressed the female form kneeling before me and tried to guess who it was. She had nice tits, but so did all four of them, and unfortunately they were all about the same size. Just as the one blowing me was really getting into it, an other soft little hand found me. This girl also found the other one who was playing with me.

"Shit Pam, I thought I was moving fast!" There was a slight pause, then a slightly muffled "Opps. Shouldn't have said that." 

That answered the question of who was blowing me. The voice of the other one sounded like Tammy, but I still wasn't sure. Finding that my cock was in use, she stood next to me and put her arms around my neck. I wasted no time in kissing her and my hands found her great tits. Her nipples were really hard and sticking out, just waiting to be played with. They had to wait no longer. While this one had her tongue half way down my throat, I was busy playing with her tits with one hand and the other hand slid down a very soft sexy body and ended up between her legs, finding that she was already very wet. 

Somewhere else in the room, two of the other girls had found each other from the sound of it. There were a few very sexy moans and groans coming from them. They had sounded playful at first, with a few giggles interspersed with the moans, but the longer it went on the sexier it got. It sounded like either one was doing one hell of a job of eating the other, or more likely, they were eating each other. I found that just the thought of what else was going on in this dark room very arousing. 

While this was going on, my finger had found the clit of the one standing next to me and I was gently but firmly working it over. It wasn't a huge clit, but at least it wasn't hard to find. I wanted to eat her while the other one was blowing me. That was going to be a little difficult to do while standing so I suggested that we all get on the floor. Not surprising, the two girls were all for this idea. 

We moved in the general direction of the other two, who sounded like they were still going at it hot and heavy, and got down on the floor. I lay there on my back and without saying anything, got the one I had been fingering to sit on my face. When that furry little muff lowered itself over my face I knew I was in heaven. She smelled great, and when my tongue flicked in between her puffy outer sex lips, I got a taste of a very wet, clean, and hot woman. The other girl resumed blowing me by laying between my legs. I could feel her hot body with both legs, and that only added to the excitement. The other two never even slowed down as we lay next to them, and even bumped into them from time to time. One of them was about to get off from the erotic sounds she was making. 

"Oh God this feels good. I am about to come!" came a slightly muffled voice from on of the two next me. 

I just kept on licking away at the one over my face. She seemed to be getting very aroused too. Her clit was nice and hard now and I was giving it a lot of attention with my tongue. 

"Oh that's nice." said the one next to me. Whatever the other girl was doing to her was about to get her off. "Yea, slip another finger into me. God I love this!" 

About now the Pam had to have a little something herself. She stopped sucking on me and I could feel her getting up. A few seconds later I felt her moving over me. I knew what was coming next. Her hand reached down and aimed my hard cock straight up while she positioned herself over it. When she was in position, she rubbed the head of it over her furry wet slit and then put it to her entrance and sat down on me, pushing my cock all the way into her. 

The one with her pussy plastered against my face moved a little now, making sure that part of her anatomy stayed in contact with my tongue, but it felt like she and the one sitting on my cock were now playing with each others breasts. The one on my cock wasn't moving much, but I could feel her very tight pussy squeezing my cock now and then. It became stronger as she started playing with the one sitting on my face. Just then the one next to me began to climax. 

"I'm.....coming!" she moaned. "Oh yes! .....Keep eating me! Lick my clitty!" About then there was a distinct slapping sound of a hand hitting a bare bottom. "Oh YES,....spank me. That feels sooooo good." The first slap was followed by quite a number of slaps. That produced even more moans as the one having the orgasm got even louder as she came. 

This apparently got to the one sitting on my face. "I'm going to come." she groaned. "All over his face. Damn he knows how to lick me." 

"Hold on just a minute." said Pam sitting on my cock. "I want to come at the same time. I can get off on this nice cock in just a minute. Wait for me okay?" She began bouncing up and down on me at a furious rate. 

Now I can hold off for some time being on the bottom....usually, but she was so tight and this whole scene was so hot that I knew I couldn't last either. I put my hands on the hips of the one fucking me and began to match her pace and slammed myself into her nice and hard. Her moaning got louder. All this time of course I was licking the one sitting on my face, and trying to keep her very hot but not get her off right away. Instead of spending all my time on her clit, I sucked and pulled on her sexy inner sex lips and licked at the juices coming from her opening. She was really close. All it would take to get her off would be a few seconds of determined licks on the underside of her firm clit. 

"Oh God that was hot." sighed the one next to me. It seems that her orgasm was over now. "You really know how to do that." she told the girl who had just gotten her off. 

"You taste good too." a feminine voice replied. 

"I'm COMING!" shrieked Pam bouncing up and down on me. "Oh FUCK ME TOM!" she yelled as she slammed herself down on my cock. "FUCK MEEeeeee!" 

I was only going to be a few seconds behind her. I started licking the clit of the one on my face and very soon she was coming too. This girl really got wet when she came! Her juices were getting all over my face as she gushed and came. She was groaning and moaning just as loud as the one coming on my cock. Finally I couldn't hold off any longer. "Here is comes." I groaned, and felt the first load of my come rush up my shaft and into the one sitting on me. I lost track of how many spurts of come I shot into her, but it felt like it went on and on. There was so much come in her that before I was done it was leaking out of her and running over my balls. 

When the three of us were done, the two girls rolled off me and lay on the floor to catch their breath. When Pam moved off me, it made quite a mess when the rest of the come suddenly gushed out of her, but I was too exhausted to care. 

About ten minutes later I could feel bodies moving around next to me. I thought one of the girls was moving into position to get the one off that hadn't gotten off yet. By now I had no idea where Pam was as she had moved off among the other three. 

Pretty soon I found a pair of legs not too far from my head. I simply moved over and lay on my side to get at the pussy of this girl, not having the slightest idea who it was. As soon as she felt me moving my head between her legs, she moved them around so that I could get to her pussy unobstructed. Just as I was about to give her a sever licking, I felt a hot wet mouth engulf my cock! Even though my cock was still very wet from my come and Pam's, this woman sucked on it with great relish. This was turning into a real oral sex fest. There was a lot of moaning going on in the room now, so I took it that the one girl who hadn't come yet, was going to, along with a couple the others, including myself!

I now started to eat the girl who had so kindly opened her legs for me and discovered that she had a huge clit! It was nearly three quarters of an inch long, very firm now and peaking well out of it's hood. This was a clit I could really get into. I began licking and sucking on her, and paying a lot of attention to her large engorged clit. My licking it, sucking on it, and swirling my tongue around it quickly got her near to coming. Apparently it was not only large, but very sensitive too.

The girl blowing me was a real pro at it. While I am not overly long, it felt like she was taking me part way down her throat and trying her damnedest to get me to come. In spite of having a cock in her throat, she was moaning more and more now, as it seems one of the other girls was eating her. Her getting near to coming didn't slow her down in her tireless attempt to get me to unload in her mouth. 

Between finding the large clit on the girl I was eating very exciting and having a girl blowing me that really knew what she was doing, I was getting very close to coming again. Moreover, I was about to come down a girls throat and had no idea who she was! 

The girl I was eating felt like she was getting very close herself. I reached up on her body and found her hard nipples and began to play with them, pulling and pinching them roughly as I licked and sucked on her magnificent clit. In no time she started to come for me. A climax for her must have been a religious experience. 

"Oh God...." she moaned. "Oh....God...I'm.......COMING!....OH GOD DON'T STOP EATING MEEEEeeee!" she screamed. 

This one got very wet when she came. I was licking her throbbing clit and lapping up her juices as fast as I could. Between this and getting one of the best blowjobs of my life, I couldn't hold off any longer either. I had a mouth full of climaxing pussy, so I couldn't say much, but I felt my shaft swell that last little bit, and then my body went stiff as I shot my first load of come down that girls sucking throat. It was followed by load after load of my come. Come, that after having just fucked Pam and filling her to overflowing, I thought I didn't have left in me. The girl blowing me never spilled a drop of it either. She sucked all of the come I could give her down like her life depended on it. She wasn't just swallowing, she was encouraging me to give her all I had by massaging my balls as she sucked and swallowed as fast as she could.

As I was coming, I heard a couple of the other girls start to come too. One of them was especially vocal. Since I had never heard her before, it must have been the one that hadn't gotten off on the last round of orgasms. It sounded like she was making up for it! 


The Bachelorette Party



I have been married for almost 2 years now. But I have been unfaithful. I have only been with one other man but many many times. The worst part about it is my affair started on the night before my wedding. I am writing this because I am afraid to tell anyone but I can't keep it inside of me. My marriage is a good one for the most part. My husband is fairly attractive, a little over weight and out of shape. He is very wealthy, very sweet and understanding. I myself am not so bad either. I was a lingerie model on my way to success before I got involved with my husband. He let me stop working when we decided to get married. 

If I hadn't left the agency I would have been the top model for a line of under wear designed for voluptuous yet slender Asian women just like me. I tried my luck with Victoria's Secret but I was too short. I am 23 years old 5'2", 87 lbs, my measurements are 35-21-35 and I don't know a woman with silkier sexier legs than mine. I could never let my husband know. He would probably forgive me and would try to give what I get out of my affair with Tyrone. But if I had to choose between them, Tyrone would be my pick without any hesitation. I love Michael very much and I thought I would be with Tyrone one time and never see him again. But Tyrone gave me something Michael never could - a very very thick dick and hours of screaming orgasms. My first time with Tyrone, and what I planned on being the only time, I became hopelessly addicted to his huge cock.

I remember first seeing him in the restaurant at the hotel we were staying and having the wedding at. It was the rehearsal dinner, my rehearsal dinner and I did not recognize this man. When I asked Michael who he was Michael told me he was his very very wealthy father's new body guard Tyrone. He was very muscular, tall, and very good looking, black man with dark I mean coffee bean dark skin. He looked powerful. He managed to avoid me the short time he was there, little did I know I would see him again later that night.

After the diner my husband was dragged to the strip bar by some of his buddies. At word of this my friends decided to put together a last minute bachelorette party. They new there was enough booze in my hotel room so all they needed now was a stripper. My bridesmaid Jill saw how I looked at Tyrone at the diner and figured he would be perfect. Between them they had more than enough cash to persuade him. Tyrone agreed to do it. At 11:45 alone in the honeymoon suite I was pleasantly surprised by my bridal party Jill, Kelly and Sarah, and my younger 19 year old cousin Kaiko cheerfully barging into the room. They had started drinking without me and were more than a little intoxicated. They tried to get me to drink but I refused and I never gave in. 

About 15 minutes after they arrived there was a nock at the door, they answered it and I was surprised to see it was Tyrone. I was a little upset that the hadn't warned me considering I was only wearing a silk pink thin strapped nity that came down to my mid thy and a very small pair of panties. Immediately I figured out what had happened. I of course protested although a small part of me was interested is seeing a bare chested 290 lb 6'7" black hunk of pure muscle prance around for me.

For having no experience as an exotic dancer Tyrone had some nice moves. Although he stripped a little too quickly and he was down to his long silk boxers is minutes. Jill asked him to take them off but I told him I had a better Idea. I had some of my husband's clothes in the honeymoon suite with me for when he came and slept here tomorrow night. included was a pair of tight white bikini under ware. My husband had a 40" waist so I was sure the briefs would fit Tyrone. This way I thought we could slip dollars into the side of the briefs like they do in those strip bars like my husband was at, at the time. I gave them to Tyrone and he went into the bathroom to change into them.

I don't quite remember exactly what happened but I think Jill spilled cranberry juice on Sarrah or the other way around but they hat quite a screaming match and of course ruined the party. In a matter of minutes everyone had left except for myself and Tyrone. I was a little upset but not furious. My bridal party was at war, my husband was ogling over strange women. The door cracked open to the bathroom. Tyrone stepped out with a towel around him. Before he could say anything I asked why he was wearing the towel. He asked where every one went. I told him what had happed. He asked if a little lap dance would cheer me up. I hesitated and thought about the fact that Michael had probably had several lap dances by now. I said yes to Tyrone's offer. 

Then I repeated my question about the towel. He said the underwear I gave him did not fit. I gave him a look expressing that I clearly did not believe him. He again said that they just did not fit. I asked if he had tried them on at all. He told me he had them on. I demanded he gave me a lap dance in those bikini briefs. He walked over to me and began to dance close to me as a sat in the chair he still had the towel on and I still was wearing the pink silk nighty and those tiny panties and the kind of panties you save for a night of incredible sex.. Tyrone continued to dance he had amazing rhythm but I felt like he was trying to avoid taking off the towel. So the first chance I got I yanked it off of him. He grabbed it out of my hand and threw it on the floor and then I got a good look at him…at it. 

I went to college at a modeling academy for Asian girls and just a few blocks from the campus was a store for adult toys and books. One of the toys was realistic looking red dildo that had to be 8" long and as thick as my ankle. All the girls would frequent the store just to see it and every time I saw it I had to masturbate soon. If you think Caucasian women are hung up on dick size, it is a little known fact that Asian women, though difficult to satisfy in bed by an average man and imposable to satisfy by a man with a small penis, a thick dick is guaranteed to make any Asian woman cum over and over again. Asian women can not resist a strong man with a thick dick. But most of us don't know they exist. Like all the girls at the modeling academy. But when I removed the towel from Tyrone's waist I was proven wrong. The under ware did not fit. him. The same bikini briefs that loosely concealed my husband's tiny dick even when fully erect could not even come close to containing Tyrone's thick cock. His dick was almost identical to the dildo in thickness (at least 5 times thicker than my husband) and length and it wasn't even hard yet. Tyrone watched me squirm in my chair and let about a gasp of unmistakable sexual desire at the sight of his massive wife corrupting cock. I could see he was quite flattered, but I don't think he caught the desperate sincerity in my desire. 

He knew I was enjoying the show, however Tyrone had been with many women in his life but I was the first Asian woman and he had no idea the power he had over me now. I had only been with white and Asian men intimately and I heard that black guys were slightly larger than white men and Asian men but I thought only horses were endowed the way Tyrone was. I could feel the moisture soaking through my panties. I had to cross my legs tightly to subside the burning in my crotch. Tyrone danced around me still playing with me. My eyes took every opportunity to sneak a glance at his cock. He crouched behind the chair and whispered in my ear. 

He asked me if I had ever seen a cock as big as his. I just shook my head. He asked me if I like big dicks. I answered yes in my panting voice. Walked back around to the front of me. My eyes were no longer taking glances, I stared seductively at the thick shaft of flesh that far too large for the briefs that tried to contain it. He continued his little game and asked me how big Michael's penis was. The though of Michael should have brought me back to the world of fidelity but I can not emphasize what a turn on thick dick is to Asian women. I tried to show him with my hands but then I noticed Tyrone's huge hands and noticed his thumb was a little larger around and almost as long as Michael's dick. I asked Tyrone for his hand, held his thumb and told him it was almost as thick as it was. He asked me if I was kidding. He told me that was quite small. Then I could tell he could smell my vagina. He knew I was very aroused.

Tyrone's mood changed and he told me he was going to leave. I felt a kind of relief as he started to gather his clothes. But as he searched for his sox I noticed him looking at me. I am not going to lie… I know I am a very good looking woman and I could tell he was be ginning to notice it. This was getting me further aroused. He was still in the bikini underwear and I once again stared looking horny as hell at his big black dick. He stared at me. His dick began to stiffen. My sexual desire was boiling over as I watched his dick grow even thicker and longer. My hand found its way between my legs and I ground my palm against my crotch. He saw this and dropped the clothing he had gathered up. The crotch of the bikini briefs could no longer withstand his incredible size and the force of his growing cock ripped right through the fabric and stuck strait out. I gasped and let out a soft moan. 

He marched over to me and pulled my hand away from my crotch. Then he reached under my nighty, grabbed my panties and slowly slid them down my legs past my curling toes. With my hands free of my own genitals I reached for his. My hand seemed so small as I grasped the fully erect cock. It was too thick for one hand to close around the incredible girth. The extreme firmness of it was amazing. It was like grabbing a wooden railing. I tried to kneed and play with it but it was unbendable and so fucking hard. Everything about Tyrone is hard and masculine. He's such a stud. The fact that he can kill a man with his bare hands makes me want to fuck him even more. He makes my husband seem so soft and almost feminine.

He put one hand under my ass and the other behind my back and lifted me off the chair. He pressed me against his chest and wrapped one arm around my waist while my legs wrapped around his torso. With his other hand he grabbed his thick manhood and gently placed the swollen head at the opening to my hemorrhaging pussy. I began to breathe heavy and wrapped my whole body around his as his cock made contact with my vaginal lips. I felt his palm on the back or my head. He Pressed his lips firmly to mine with an incredible kiss and began to force his thick pussy pleaser inside of me. With my lips against his I screamed and moaned primal cries of lust into his mouth as he penetrated deeper and deeper inside of me. 

I don't no how deep he was when he stopped but he was further in than any one else had never been. He pulled his lips away when my screaming subsided. I looked him in the eye and commanded him to fuck me. I saw how excited he became and then his powerful dick twitched inside of my tiny sensitive pussy. My toes curled, my hair flailed, my hips began bucking out of control with my back arched so sharply my tits were pointing strait at the ceiling, and I screamed and screamed and screamed as my pussy exploded into a wife corrupting orgasm, just from Tyrone twitching his dick. In my screaming cries of sexual ecstasy I used some choice language and requested or more accurately, begged for Tyrone to fuck me as hard as he could. Before he administered his amazing stud service I caught a look at my self in the mirror. 

There I was. My pale silky skinned body looked so tiny wrapped around Tyrone's huge dark physique. I also noticed his cock was less than half way inside of me. Then, forcefully he gabbed my head and pressed his lips to mine again. He new what he was about to do was going to really make me scream. He started forcing it deeper inside of me. As it penetrated deeper I felt myself approaching another incredible climax. He went all the way in and held it while another screaming orgasm plowed over me. Forcefully he yanked it out and just as forcefully he rammed it right back in—another climax. He began bobbing me up and down, thrusting forcefully up into me as each time I came down. My tight pussy was clenching for life on the kind of cock all Asian girls have wet dreams about. Hours before I was mild tempered wife to be, so pure and faithful. 

Now I was seduced and corrupted by Tyrone and his thick black dick, pistoning up and down on my new toy in a shameless raging frenzy of screaming orgasms, one on top of the next… and I loved every second of it. He must have fucked me standing up for almost 2 hours, then from behind, then I got to ride it. I love to ride cock. What I hated about Michael and all the other guys I've been with is when I ride there cock If I go wild, like women love to when there on top, they always cum too early. But Tyrone's cock I named it "The Scream Machine" could withstand anything I did to bring myself pleasure. By contrast, my pussy cannot take anything his cock does. When I'm riding The Scream Machine every time that pussy paralyzing shaft of 1000% man shifts inside of my spasming pussy I'm I can't help but just start cumming like crazy. 

Tyrone pleasured me until the early morning. We had to go to breakfast with the families. Around noon I said I wanted to go shopping in town alone. I asked Michael's father if Tyrone would accompany me to make me feel safer. Michael's father obliged, and I spent most of that afternoon in the fitting rooms of a lingerie store with Tyrone's hand over my mouth to silence my screams of feminine sexual gratification.

I didn't get to see Tyrone again until I came back from my honeymoon. Now a week does not go by without me paying him a visit.

On one of our meetings I told him about the modeling academy and the dildo. Tyrone paid a visit to the academy. Now those gorgeous 18 and 19 year old girls are regularly paying for a ride on The Scream Machine.



The Bachelorette Party



The dresses were in and all the girls were fitted. The invite responses were coming back in the mail and there was a small pile of them on my desk every afternoon placed there by my secretary. The big day was quickly approaching and the pre-wedding festivities were beginning. My shower produced dozens of appliances and towels. Thank you cards were written. Then I get this phone call.

"We're throwing you a bachelorette party." My friend and fellow Senator announced to me one day a few weeks before the wedding. I begged Kate not to do it and she ganged up on me with a few of our friends. Soon Sarah and Kate had a whole night planned and I was going to be tossed into the back of a limo with my 2 best friends, my sister and a few other friends. They planned it for the same night that the love of my life was going to the strip club with his friends. 

I had run out of excuses by the time the night arrived. We all met at Kate's townhouse for drinks and a bite to eat before going on the town. Soon after we finished dinner, the doorbell rang and Kate made me go answer it. I felt funny since it was not my house but when I opened the door, the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on was standing at the door in fire fighting gear and asking for me. Standing behind him was friend Rich in his Police uniform. 

He guys came in and told us all to have a seat in the living room. The firefighter handed Kate a CD and she put it in the stereo. Soon music filled the room and my friend Rich and the firefighter began to dance for us. The sight of Rich in a G string in my face made me laugh but he promised he'd strip for me at my bachelorette party if I ever decided to finally get married. Rich was hot. He kept in shape for his job as a metro cop. Him gyrating in my face was starting to turn me on. We had never slept together because timing was always wrong and now, two weeks before my marriage, I was regretting it to some extent. Pretty soon Sarah was sucking off the firefighter and Kate was making out with my secretary. 

I mentioned to Rich that my overly Catholic, extremely virginal sister needed to be taught how to have a little fun so he went up to her and started kissing her. Within seconds she was naked and begging him to fuck her. He was to be her first. He laid her down on Kate's couch and got down on the floor. He sucked on Allison's nipples and she giggled uncontrollably until he started circling her clit with his thumb. There was a confused look on her face as he slid his fingers into her slightly damp hole and soon she learned to like it. Kate saw what was going on and wanted to get in on the action so she went over and told Rich to make her suck him while she taught my sweet little sister the joys of oral. Her stifled moans made Rich fuck her mouth harder as Kate sucked her clit and fingered her.

Meanwhile Sarah and the firefighter were having fun on the stairs. He had her bent over and was taking her from behind. Sarah was moaning like crazy as he slammed into her. He was huge and Sarah's whole body moved every time he forced himself into her. 

I just sat next to my friend Lorie, watching everything go on, while my secretary ate out a now naked Kate. I was amazed at what a few glasses of wine could do to them. Kate moaned as Beth sucked on her slit and the more Beth got into what she was doing to Kate, the more my sister moaned thanks to Kate. Soon Rich was covering my sister's face in spurts of hot cum and making her lick him clean. Beth brought Kate to climax as Kate brought my sister to her first orgasm. My sister screamed as pleasure washed over her body then started to cry. She lay there unable to move as Kate moved on to Beth and Rich came over to me and started to kiss me. He pulled my skirt up around my waist and discovered I was already wet. He pulled me over to the love seat and sat me down on his lap. He played with my clit and I threw my head back to kiss him. 

"I'm going to make your fantasies come true tonight Beautiful." He said to me. He called to the firefighter, who's name was Tim, we found out, but I'm hoping Sarah already knew that. Tim came over to the couch after getting a bottle of lube out of his gear jacket. He handed it to Rich, and he poured it over my awaiting pussy. The cold lube felt good on my red-hot slit. He rubbed it in and stroked some on himself. I took his shaft in my hand and stroked him until he was harder than steel. Tim stroked himself watching us. They both had amazing cocks and Rich knew it was always my fantasy to have two guys at the same time. I got up from Rich's lap for a second so that I could reposition myself to take him in my ass. Pain followed intense pleasure as he entered me and began to slowly thrust. I instantly start to climax. 

Tim stands in front of me and starts to suck on my clit while Rick slides in and out of my ass. I'm moaning like crazy and my pussy is exploding between Rich and Tim. They both stop and let me ride out my climax. I can see that Tim is hard and huge. Rich tells him to make my dreams come true. Tim rubs his huge cock along my slit to lube it up before entering me. He fills me completely and I don't know how I take him all inside. Tim and Rich take turns pumping into me slowly and steadily. I felt like I was going to explode with two huge cocks pounding into me. I purred with pleasure as they each played with one of my nipples. The build up inside me was intense and I knew that when I finally came, it would be amazing. Rich said he was about to cum so they both started pumping me like crazy and I couldn't take it anymore. 

"Fuck me. Oh God. Harder. Oh God. YES!!!!" I screamed as explosions went off in my entire body. I blacked out for a few seconds as total pleasure took over my body. 

When I came to, Kate was on the floor spread wide with Beth between her legs. Sarah and Lorie were in a similar position on the floor next to them except that Lorie was sucking on Sarah's nipples and rubbing her clit. Lorie's tongue flicking against Sarah's huge nipples was turning me on and I was wishing someone would do that to me. Now that Sarah was soaking wet, Lorie moved down to make Sarah enjoy herself more. Lorie licked the length of Sarah's extremely wet slit a few times before sucking on her clit to drive her wild. As Lorie continued to suck sensuously on Sarah's clit, Sarah orgasmed in a violent earth shattering screams. As Lorie tongued Sarah's clit, she fondled her own pierced nipples as she began to get wet herself. 

Tim went up to Allison and pushed her legs apart so that he could rub her clit. She was still dazed from the last encounter. She let out a moan and he stopped. He made her get up and bend over the back of the couch. He fingered her from behind to get her wet enough to take his huge cock. He grabbed the lube from the couch and started to spread it on his raging hard on. He forced his rock hard cock into her and she cried out in pain and pleasure. Soon Allison was pushing her ass into his cock and taking him all in. They rocked together for a few minutes until Tim had other ideas. He lubed up his fingers and slowly stuck one into Allison's ass. As he slid it in and out of her slowly and carefully, he started to stretch her ass out so he could fuck her but good. She responded to the fingering and soon she was begging him to ass fuck her. He took his cock out of her pussy and spread her ass cheeks with his hands so he had a clear shot. She screamed as he entered her and he stopped moving until she could get used having him in her ass. He grabbed her hips and started slowly sliding his whole shaft into her ass little by little. Soon she was riding his cock and going nuts as he banged her and she played with her clit. They climaxed together and fell onto a heap on the couch.

A little while later, after everyone caught their breath and got dressed again. Kate asked if anyone wanted to go out for drinks and everyone declined. I drove myself home after putting myself back together in Kate's bathroom and the love of my life was laying on the couch watching CNN waiting up for me. I went over to him and gave him a big hug and a kiss as he asked me why I was home so early. I told him that everyone was tired and we decided not to go out after all after dinner. He said he was glad it wasn't some wild party like I feared. He shut the TV off, got up and swept me off my feet and carried me off to our bedroom to make love until dawn. Thank goodness I didn't have to go to work the next morning.



The Bachelorette Party



Kelly, my best friend since grade school, didn't know what she was letting herself in for when she asked me to arrange her bachelorette party. I confess that I was a little jealous of the blonde bombshell. I sometimes wonder why a drop-dead gorgeous babe like her would want to hang out with me. I'm not exactly chopped liver, but I'm sure not in her league. The answer is obvious, of course - beautiful girls want to be the center of attention, and there is no better way to get it than to pal around with average-looking girls. I'm pleased with my appearance now. My complexion cleared up, I shed my puppy fat, my tits got bigger, and, thanks to my orthodontist, my teeth got straighter. I'm still not in Kelly's league, but I'm not too far out of it. I get my share of wolf whistles.

I decided to hold Kelly's party at my parent's luxurious apartment in the city. They were spending the summer at their cabin in the cool mountains of Virginia. Kelly and I share the same circle of friends, so making out the invitations was a piece of cake. The only other things I had to do were stock up on booze and arrange for a caterer. I also had to line up some men, but that was easy, too. I'll tell you how I did that a little later.

The big day finally arrived. Ten of Kelly's closest girlfriends showed up bearing two gifts - one practical and one for fun.

The caterers, a sexy married couple, arrived at the same time. I felt it was prudent to give them a warning.

"This party is going to get pretty wild," I said. "I'll let you know when things are going X-rated and you can decide then if you want to leave."

"Oh, don't worry about us," the wife said. "We're very broad-minded."

Kevin, the hunky husband, took over the bar while Karen, his tasty little wife, tended to the buffet table.

"Keep the booze flowing, Kevin," I said. "The sooner these bitches get good and drunk, the sooner the fun will start."

After I gave a toast to Kelly wishing her all the usual crap, she started opening her gifts. The practical gifts came first and were what you might expect - a toaster, a waffle-maker, a hair dryer. The sexual tension began to rise as she opened the gag gifts. There was a dildo so enormous that it couldn't possibly fit into any human cunt. Vibrators, dildos, Ben-wa balls, and other erotic toys soon cluttered the coffee table.

By the time the gifts had been opened, we were all a little giddy from a combination of Kevin's perfect Margaritas and the lust that was building in us. Some of the girls had had breast implants and were eager to show off their new tits. Soon we were all topless and making comparisons. I'm sure that any man lucky enough to have seen us flaunting our fun-bags would have sprouted an immediate hard-on. I turned to my friend Mary and dared her to rub her big tits against mine. She didn't hesitate to press up against me and stroke my hard nipples with her own. Rubbing our tits together soon gave way to other dares, such as pulling or kissing each other's nipples. Deciding to take things to the next level, I stripped off every article of clothing and proudly showed off my neatly-groomed cunt. Half of us were soon naked, and the shy ones were wrestled to the floor and stripped by force. I was very pleased at how things were going.

All of the girls knew what I had planned for Kelly, but I wasn't sure that all of them would cooperate. I needn't have worried. Everyone was so turned on by then that they didn't want to miss a thing. When I warned Kevin and Karen, the caterers, that the party was about to become X-rated, they asked if they could watch. I'm glad I agreed. They eventually joined in and added to the fun. After setting up a video camera in the bedroom to get all of the action on tape, I got the ball rolling.

"All right, everyone," I said. "It's time for our little friend Kelly to get some attention."

That was the signal for the real fun to begin. All of us descended on the bitch and dragged her into the bedroom. She put up a good fight, but she was no match for all ten of us, and we soon had her tied spread-eagled to the bed.

"UNTIE ME THIS MINUTE!" she demanded.

She was as pissed-off as I had ever seen her, but I had no intention of releasing her from bondage. Instead, I slapped a piece of tape across her mouth to shut her up, then I crawled between her flawless legs and lapped at her bikini-waxed pussy. She twisted and turned to avoid my long tongue, but there was nowhere to go. One of the girls sat on her belly to pin her down, and others helped hold her at the knees. As I tormented her clit with the tip of my tongue, her struggles gradually weakened. When the girl sitting on her belly moved aside, I was pleased to see that two other girls were nursing on her big tits. Each time my tongue slid up Kelly's slit, it scooped up more of her natural juices. That bitch was red hot! I asked the girls on her tits to move aside, then I yanked the tape from Kelly's mouth.

"Oh, please don't stop," she begged. "Please finish me off. If you leave me like this I will just die."

I had her right where I wanted her and the real fun could begin. While we prepared Kelly with foreplay in the bedroom, one of the girls went to the front door to greet the men. It had been easy to line up ten men to fuck Kelly. I went to a fraternity house at the University and hand-picked ten well-endowed studs. By the time Kelly demanded that we make her cum, the men had stripped and were waiting to do their part. You should have seen the look on that bitch's face when I led those horny bastards into the bedroom with their hard pricks in their grasps.

"YOU HAD BETTER TURN ME LOOSE RIGHT THIS MINUTE!" she screamed. "I'VE NEVER BEEN UNFAITHFUL TO MY FIANCE, AND I'M NOT GOING TO START NOW! YOU ARE ALL GOING TO GET IN BIG TROUBLE FOR THIS!"

I gave her a little peck on the forehead and said, "You won't be unfaithful to him. You really have no choice. These ten guys are going to fuck you silly, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it." After taping her mouth, I lined the men up and studied their cocks. I decided to have them fuck her in order of cock size, with the smallest first and the largest last.

After I lined them up in the proper order, I called the first man forward and sucked his plump, six-inch cock. After I put the finishing touches on his erection, I rolled a rubber onto it and told him to have his way with Kelly.

As Kelly's first lover mounted her, I reached in to guide his pickle into her. We had Kelly stretched so tightly that her struggles were in vain. Nevertheless, she put up as much fight as she could. The girls were kneeling on the floor around the bed, and I could tell by the concerned looks on their faces that they were worried. That first fuck certainly amounted to rape, and I hadn't expected that. I thought the foreplay I had given her would make her want a cock more than anything in the world.

Kelly's first lover lasted less than a minute. I watched his ass clench as he shot his load. After he dismounted, I slipped the rubber off of his cock, tied a knot in it, and tossed it onto the bureau. Deciding that Kelly needed more foreplay, I crawled between her legs and lapped at her dilated pussy. Then I noticed that she was considerably wetter than she had been before the fucking. I was very relieved to see that she was responding.

After giving Kelly a few minutes of cunny, I called the second man forward. After sucking his dick for a few seconds, I rolled a rubber on him and guided him into Kelly's waiting quim. Kelly resisted the second man, too, but I was convinced by then that she was putting on an act. He shot his load prematurely and dismounted with a sheepish look on his face.

Kelly stopped resisting with the third man, and began responding with the fourth. I decided it was safe to take the tape off of her mouth, and, as soon as I did, she unleashed a stream of obscenities.

"FUCK ME, YOU SONUVABITCH! FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME DEEPER! FUCK ME FASTER! OH, FUCK, I'M GUNNA CUM!"

We all applauded as our girlfriend had her first orgasm. From then on, it was one after the other. In between men, I crawled between her legs to lap at her pussy. Between my tongue and those ten tireless cocks, Kelly was having the time of her life.

I finally guided the tenth man into Kelly's snatch. I think it was fitting that the length of his cock equaled his position in the lineup. Kelly went absolutely ballistic when that enormous prong stretched her cunt wider than it had ever been stretched before.

While all of this was going on, the girls were having a little party of their own. I was pleased to see Sally and Rhonda locked in a passionate sixty-nine a few feet away, and Peggy with her legs spread wide to allow Spring access to her cunt. I pushed pretty Connie back onto the floor and stuffed my tongue up her creamy snatch.

What a sight it must have been! One horny bitch in bondage getting a glorious ten-man gang-bang on the bed while ten horny sluts indulged in a lesbian orgy on the floor. Kelly was making so much racket that I grabbed a gift ball-gag from the coffee table and strapped it to her head. That bitch was so out of her mind with lust that she chewed that rubber ball to pieces before we were finished with her.

After all of the men had had a turn with Kelly, I sent them on their way. Kelly's eyes widened as she watched me strap on an enormous dildo. It was bigger than any of the real cocks she had taken, and I wasn't sure she could handle it, but I intended to try. I mounted her and lined my cock up with her thoroughly tenderized cunt. A hard thrust and half of my cock was buried in her. She wailed around the ball-gag as her body was racked by an intense orgasm. The little rubber spikes in the base of the dildo pulled my trigger, and I got my gun at the same time.

After I rolled free, some of the other girls came forward to take their turns. By then, Kelly was so passive that I felt it was safe to untie her. For the next couple of hours we alternately fucked and sucked our little bride-to-be. I'm sure she will never forget her kinky bachelorette party. I know that I won't.



The Bachelorette Party



Kate and I had been dating for two years and engaged for the last ten months. With just under three weeks left until the wedding I, like most twenty-four year old prospective grooms, was nervous. Although Kate and I had been sexually active since about two weeks after we met we had resisted the temptation to live together. I was in love with the idea of having Kate for my wife but the idea of living together made me a little nervous. It was the adjustments we would have to make that worried me.

Kate shared a two bedroom apartment in a section of Los Angeles called Korea Town with Tracy; a girl she had gone to school with. I had a large one bedroom apartment in Hollywood on Franklin Street just off Highland. Our plan was for Kate to move in with me after the wedding and she had already started to move some of her things into my apartment. 

Now when I say we didn't live together I don't me that we didn't spend a lot of nights together. I often stayed over at her apartment but more often Kate spent nights at mine. My apartment was just more convenient for us and gave us more privacy. 

It was Tuesday evening and like I said earlier it was less than three weeks before our wedding and I had just arrived at Kate's apartment to pick her up and take her out to her parent's house for another meeting about the wedding. Actually, I wasn't a participating member of these meetings I was just told what to do and when to do it by Kate and her mother. Kate's father and I usually ended up watching whatever sporting event was on ESPN while the two women plotted against me and spent his money.

When I arrived at Kate's apartment Tracy let me in and I headed back to Kate's room. As I approached her door I heard her on the phone with Sherry, a friend of Kate's and one of her bridesmaids for our wedding. Sherry is one of those individuals that talks loud enough that you can hear them on the phone from quite a distance so I was able to hear both sides of their conversation from outside Kate's door.

"I don't know, Las Vegas?" Kate said. "I'm not sure John would approve."

"Hey, it's your bachelorette party not his and we're paying for the rooms so what's your problem?" Sherry said.

"It does sound like fun and don't they say "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?" Kate said.

"That's right girl. So are we on then?" Sherry said.

"I think yes, let's do it. What's the plan?" Kate asked.

"We'll leave here at one o'clock on Friday. I'll pick you up at work and then we'll pick up Brenda and Pam and hit the road. I reserved two adjoining rooms for us at the Monte Carlo."

"I can't believe you guys are doing this for me. This is great. We'll have a blast. I'm already excited," Kate said. "I have to go now; I think John is here to pick me up. We're going out to my parents for dinner and to talk about the wedding."

"Okay, see ya Friday. Bye."

"Bye."

As soon as Kate put the phone down I walked into her room.

"Was that Sherry?" I asked.

"Yes and guess where the girls are talking me for my bachelorette party?"

"I don't know. Maybe Las Vegas?" I said.

"You brat, you were listening weren't you? So, what do you think?"

"I guess it's okay. Am I invited?" 

"No. It's just for the girls. You don't mind do you?" She asked.

I wanted to be a good sport about it even though I wasn't crazy about the idea of her going to Vegas without me. 

"No, I don't mind. It sounds like fun. Just remember that I'll be back here waiting for you so don't go falling in love with someone else," I said.

"That could never happen. No one could ever replace you in my heart," Kate said and then kissed me.

*****

The next night I stopped for drinks with Ted Gibson, my best friend and my best man, and a couple of friends from work. After a couple of drinks I mentioned that Kate was going to Vegas Friday night for her bachelorette party.

"How do you feel about that?" Ted asked.

"I don't mind."

"Bull shit. I bet it's driving you crazy," he said.

"Well, I guess it bothers me a little. Maybe I'm just jealous that she gets to go there for her party," I said.

"Hey, we can go there for yours if you want. We can go next weekend so we won't run into Kate while we are out partying."

"I like that idea. We can head over Friday after work. Can I leave it up to you to find out who wants to go and reserve rooms somewhere?" I said.

"Great, we're going to Vegas. Does that make you feel any better?" Ted asked.

"A little."

"I would never let my girlfriend go there without me," said George MacDonald, one of my friends from work. "You just never know what might happen in Vegas."

"Thanks. That makes me feel much better."

"Sorry man, just busting your ass. Kate will be fine. Relax," George said.

"Yea man, relax," Ted said. "Sunday night she'll be back and everything will be back to normal."

"I guess you're right," I said.

About and hour later George and Dave, my other friend, went home leaving just Ted and me sitting at the bar.

"John, Are you sure you are okay with Kate going to Vegas with the girls?" Ted said. "If it bothers you why don't you go over there yourself and keep an eye on her?"

"I can't do that. I trust her and besides if she caught me following her in Vegas there would be hell to pay," I said. "It would be pretty hard not to be seen following someone there. You have to stay too close to keep from losing them in the crowds. Kate would spot me in a minute."

"Not if you let me help," Ted said. "I can get you fixed up so that your own mother wouldn't recognize you."

I caught onto what Ted was suggesting immediately. Ted works for one of the major movie studios in the prop department and his brother Bobby is a makeup artist at the same studio.

"Bobby can fix you up so you can stand right next to Kate and she wouldn't even notice you." Ted said.

"I don't know Ted. I'm not sure I would feel comfortable doing that to Kate," I said.

"What's the big deal? You follow her around, see that she doesn't get into any trouble and then you beat it back here. She'll never know that you were there and the peace of mind you get from knowing what went on will overshadow any feelings of guilt you have," Ted said.

"I'm still not convinced."

"Okay, let's do this. We'll go over to Bobby's house and let him show you what he can do and then you will at least be prepared. If you wait till Friday to decide it will be too late for Bobby to help you," Ted said.

I don't know if it was the drinks I had consumed or my discomfort with Kate going to Vegas but I went along with Ted to his brother Bobby's house.

*****

"You'll need at least three different looks," Bobby said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You can be wearing a great disguise but if your girlfriend keeps seeing the same person hanging around she might think someone is stalking her and call the cops. You could end up spending your weekend trying to explain yourself to the police," Bobby said.

"I get it."

"Tomorrow when you get out of work come out to my office at the studio and we'll fix you up," Bobby said.

I thanked him and then Ted and I left.

*****

Thursday evening at six o'clock Ted and I were waiting for Bobby to come back from his storage room.

Bobby walked into the office carrying a box in his hand and with a big smile on his face. 

"I think I have exactly what you need," Bobby said. 

Bobby handed me a baseball cap that had a ponytail that looked like real hair. The hair color was dark drown with a lot of gray in it. Around the bottom edge of the cap there were lots of strands of hair sticking out. When I put the hat on I looked like a middle aged man with a pony tail and graying hair. My face didn't match the look but Bobby had a fix for that too. He gave me a prosthetic nose that was just a little bigger than mine but changed my face dramatically. Then Bobby showed me how to add age lines with some makeup. I did look a lot different but I wasn't sure if it was enough to fool Kate. Then Bobby handed me a set of fake teeth. They slipped over my teeth and gave me a slight overbite. 

I looked in the mirror and knew that Kate would not recognize me with that disguise as long as I didn't get too close or speak to her. 

"You look like Steven Segal at fifty," Bobby said.

Next Bobby handed me a wig made from different shades of blond hair. It was a high quality wig and when positioned properly and if you didn't look too close it looked real. Along with the blond hair was a blond mustache and van dyke beard. This look was enhanced with a nose that looked like it belonged to someone who spent too much time on the beach. Bobby showed me how to apply the mustache and beard and gave me a can of the cement they used to glue fake hair on faces.

Bobby said. "I like to call this the Surfer."

The third disguise consisted of a dark wig that looked like a wig. Bobby said the idea was to make me look like a bald guy with a cheap wig and it worked. This look came with a bulbous nose that made me look like a heavy drinker. This was topped off with a pair of steel rimmed glasses. With a little bit of makeup to add age I could have passed for early forties.

"And this one is the loser." Bobby said. "This guy thinks he looks better with a cheap wig on than he would with his bald head exposed."

Bobby gave me a bag for the items and threw in a couple of hats and some sun glasses and walked us to the door. 

"If necessary you can do a little mix and match with the hats, glasses, teeth and the noses to create more disguises," Bobby said. "I want to know how this works out."

I told Bobby I would be glad to tell him how it worked out if I ended up doing it at all. 

I locked the bag in the trunk of my car and went to meet Kate for drinks and dinner in Ventura. 

***** After dinner we went back to my apartment. I got us a couple of beers and we sat on the sofa. 

"I am going to miss you this weekend," Kate said.

"You're going to be with your friends, I am the one left here alone," I said.

"Then you're going to miss me. I knew someone was going to be missing someone else," Kate said. 

"What are the sleeping arrangements? Are you all sharing one room?" I asked.

"No. We have two rooms. Pam and I are sharing one room and Brenda and Sherry are in the other."

Pam was Kate's best friend and was going to be her maid of honor. Pam and I had been friends since high school and it was Pam who introduced me to Kate. So I was glad that Pam was in Kate's room. I didn't trust Sherry all that much and I really didn't know Brenda very well.

"What time do you plan to leave for home on Sunday?" I asked.

"I don't know. What difference does it make?" 

"It's just that the traffic coming back from Vegas on Sundays is extremely heavy an I will be worried until you get home so I'd like to have some kind of an idea of when I should expect you back," I said.

"I'll call you when we leave."

"That would help."

I was about to ask her another question when she said, "Shut up," and kissed me.

I began kissing Kate's neck. She likes when I do that and it gets her hot. I was giving Kate a deep tongue kiss as I started to lift her top up and then I broke off the kiss so I could lift the top off over her head. 

Kate was wearing a bra that snapped in the front which gave me easy access to her medium sized but beautifully shaped breasts.

I removed her bra and began sucking her nipples, first her right and then the left. While I did this I teased her about which nipple was the hardest. Her nipples always seemed to get harder when I teased Kate with my tongue and with my words. 

Soon I hand her pants opened and my hand inside her panties sliding a finger between her dewy labia and penetrating her just enough to manipulate her clitoris. It wasn't long before I had her close to climaxing. 

"Now I am going to give you something to think about while you are missing me this weekend," Kate said.

She wiggled her sexy ass down the sofa until she was lying with her head in my lap. Then she opened my pants and when I lifted my ass of the sofa she pushed my pants and shorts off my hips and down to my knees. Kate lifted my stiff member in her right hand and kissed it gently right on the little hole in its helmet. Then she swirled her tongue all around the head before sucking it into her mouth a little at a time. When she had about half of my sex pole in her mouth, Kate pulled back slowly until it popped out of her mouth.

"I just love the way your cock tastes and feels in my mouth and I love that you get so much pleasure out of me doing this to you," Kate said.

"Any man in the world would love to get a blow job this sweet from such a beautiful sexy woman," I said.

"No other man in the world will ever get one from this woman. This is for you only," she said and then took my cock back into her mouth.

When Kate and I first started dating neither of us were virgins but Kate had never given nor received oral sex before. The first time I had hinted to her that I would like her to do that for me she said she couldn't. She told me the idea of oral sex, giving or receiving was repulsive so I didn't push her. We had been dating for about four months when one night we were out drinking and dancing. The later it got the more intimate and suggestive our dancing became and by the time we got back to my apartment that night we were both pretty horny. 

I had often kissed the insides of Kate's thighs but she would always stop me before I got to her panties but that night she didn't stop me. When I put my mouth on her panties and pressed against her pussy she let out a small moan but made no attempt to stop me. I knew that was the night so I didn't waste any time. I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and pushed my tongue inside her. I knew that if I was ever going to be able to do that again I would have to make sure she really enjoyed what I was doing so I went after her clitoris. I sucked the little nub up between my lips and flicked it with my tongue as fast as I could. I managed to give her an orgasm and when it was over Kate kissed me.

"Do you want me to do that to you now?" She asked.

"Do you want to?"

"I think I would like to try," she said.

That night she took my cock into her mouth for the first time. I had to tell her what felt good and what didn't but she caught on quickly and made it clear that she wanted to please me. When it was over Kate didn't say a word about it but after that night oral sex became a regular part of our love making. Kate has always told me that the only reason she had oral sex with me was because she loved me so much that she wanted to share something more than just intercourse with me.

It had been two years since the first time Kate and I had oral sex and on this night Kate was giving me one of the best oral treatments she had ever given me. She had me near climax several times but backed off to let me recover and then started me up again. 

Finally she pulled me down on top of her and I pushed my throbbing cock inside Kate's warm wet tunnel. After five glorious minutes I climaxed inside Kate and relaxed on top of her.

"If you're a good boy while I'm gone and I'll do this to you again on Sunday when I get back," Kate said.

"The same goes for you." I said.

By the time I went to bed Thursday night I was exhausted but I didn't sleep well. I still hadn't decided what I was going to do about Kate's trip to Las Vegas. 

*****

Kate's bag had already been packed for the trip so in the morning I drove Kate to work and kissed her good bye and then drove to my office. By the time I got to work my mind was made up so I called the Monte Carlo and booked a room for the weekend. 

I tried to work but couldn't concentrate on anything. I don't know why I was so worked up about Kate going to Vegas for the weekend. By ten o'clock I could no longer concentrate on even the simplest of tasks so I decided to take the rest of the day off and get an early start. I called my boss and told him that I had some personal business to take care of and I was packed and on the road by eleven o'clock that morning.

Leaving Los Angeles when I did helped me to avoid the heaviest of the Vegas bound weekend traffic. This allowed me to make it to the Monte Carlo hotel in four and a half hours. I left my car with the valet and went to check in and twenty minutes later I was in my seventh floor room looking out at the pool and trying to calculate what time Kate and her friends would arrive. I figured that they would get on the road around two o'clock. Leaving at that time of day it would probably take them five and a half to six hours to cross the desert putting them at the hotel between 7:30 and 8:00 PM. That would give me plenty of time to relax, play some blackjack and be ready when they arrived. 

I decided to go down to the casino at five o'clock in my surfer disguise and play some blackjack for a while. I wanted to see how people sitting close by responded to me. If they kept staring at me I would know that my disguise looked fake or somehow was making me stand out rather than blend in like I wanted.

I need not have worried. My disguise made me almost invisible. At one point I ordered a drink from the cocktail waitress and when she came back with the drink she didn't remember who ordered it. No one at the table even gave me a second look.

At 7:25 PM I went outside and sat on a bench near the entrance to the hotel lobby. From there I would be able see everyone coming into the hotel.

It was nearly eight o'clock when they pulled up to the valet and exited the rental van they were driving. Pam had been driving and looked pretty normal when she got out of the van. Kate, Sherry and Brenda all looked like that had been drinking during the trip over. They were a little unsteady and kept giggling. I was glad to see that Pam was sober. The four of them passed within five feet of me on their way into the hotel and didn't even look at me.

The check in lines were getting long so I didn't need to hurry inside after them. I waited ten minutes and then wandered into the lobby. The four of them were standing together in one line so I moved as close as I dare to see if I could hear anything. 

I couldn't hear much other that they were pretty excited to be there. I heard Pam say, "As soon as I get checked in I am going to have a few quick drinks to catch up with you guys." 

The others laughed. It was another fifteen minutes before they got their room keys and headed to the elevators. I followed along about twenty feet behind them. I tried to give the impression to anyone watching that I knew where I was going and it just happened to be the same place Kate was going. 

When the elevator came I knew I was talking a chance getting in with them so I got in last and kept my back to the girls but I was able to see that Sherry pushed the button for seventeen. When the elevator stopped on the seventeenth floor I stepped aside like a gentleman and let the girls get off first and then followed behind at a distance to see which wing of the hotel they went into to get to their rooms. When they turned to the right I continued straight for a short distance so that they would not notice that they were being followed. 

After a few seconds I backed up and looked down the hallway they had taken. The four of then were still walking and none of them looked back so I was able to watch them walk all the way to their rooms. It appeared that their rooms were almost at the end of the corridor on the right. I guessed that there were only two regular rooms beyond their room and then there was a suite at the end of the hall.

Kate's room was the one closest to the end of the corridor. When the door closed behind them I moved quickly down the hall until I was close enough to get Kate's room number. She was in room 17138.




The Bachelorette Party



Having accomplished that I retreated to my room on the seventh floor and called Kate on her cell phone. She answered on the second ring.

"Hey lover, are you there yet?" I asked.

"We just now got to our room."

"How was the trip over?"

"Great. We had a cooler full of beer so we're feeling pretty good right now."

"I hope your driver was sober."

"Pam drove and she didn't drink anything. I think she is starting to suffer from withdrawal."

I heard Pam's voice in the background. "I am not," she yelled. "I can go at least another ten minutes without a drink".

"So what are your plans for the evening?" I asked.

I was trying to get some idea of when they might head down to the casino and where they might go from there.

"We're going to change clothes and head downstairs to get something to eat and then we are going to party." 

I said, "Have fun but don't over do it. I need you back in one piece."

"Don't worry and I love you too."

After the call I changed into my Steven Segal disguise and headed back down to the casino. I found a bank of slot machines near the elevators where I was sure they would have to pass when they came down.

Twenty minutes later the four of them walked out of the elevator alcove and walked passed me into the food court. I was surprised to see them going for fast food but I guessed they didn't want to waste a lot of time eating as it was already getting close to nine o'clock.

After they ate I was easily able to follow them around the casino as they played some slots and then roulette and finally craps. I even stood at the crap table next to Brenda and they didn't notice me.

I was shooting the dice when I heard Sherry suggest that they go to the MC Pub and Brewery that was just a little way off the casino floor heading down into the shopping mall area. 

"They have a live band in there," Sherry said.

Kate was the first to agree with Sherry's idea. 

Since I knew where they we going I didn't follow them immediately. I gave them a twenty minute head start in which time I managed to win two hundred dollars shooting the dice.

When I walked into the MC Pub it took me a minute to find the girls. They had found a table against the wall opposite the bar and near the dance floor. I went to the bar and order a draft and positioned myself so that I could appear to watch the band but could still keep an eye on Kate.

I was on my second beer when a couple of guys appeared at the girl's table. I saw Kate get up and follow one of them to the dance floor and I felt a pang of jealously. I knew there was nothing wrong with her dancing with a guy but it still bothered me. I managed to stay calm when she stayed on the dance floor for the next three songs. When she finally went back to her table and the guy she was dancing with rejoined his friends I was able to slow my heartbeat. 

Unfortunately, my relief was short lived. Ten minutes later the same guy asked Kate to dance with him again. This time they stayed on the dance floor even longer and danced to a couple of slow songs, which really bothered me because I thought they were dancing a bit too close for just a casual dance.

I have to admit that I could understand why he would want to hold Kate close but I didn't understand why she let him.

When Kate finally sat down again the girls ordered another round of drinks and I decided to go back to my room and change outfits again. I didn't think the Steven Segal look worked with the young crowd in the MC Pub.

It took me fifteen minutes to change back to the surfer, get my digital camera and get back to the MC Pub. When I walked into the bar Kate was back on the dance floor with the same guy. I was beginning to get pissed at her. Even if she thought it was just innocent fun I didn't like that this guy seemed to be monopolizing her time. I had a hard time fighting the temptation to cut in on them on the dance floor and see what would happen but I knew I couldn't do that.

When Kate finally sat down I wandered down near the group of men Kate's new friend was with to see if I could hear anything.

"She's really hot," I head him say to his friend. "I'd love to get her up to the room later. I'll bet she's great in bed."

I walked around behind the guy and I wanted to hit him but again I couldn't do anything. I just had to count on Kate doing the right thing. So I moved back down the bar to watch Kate again. 

I ordered a beer and when I turned around Kate wasn't at the table. I looked toward the dance floor but she wasn't there either. Then I spotted her walking toward the table where her new friend was sitting. I watched in shock as Kate reached out and took the guy by the hand and dragged him up to the dance floor. 

They danced to three songs and then a slow one started and Kate wrapped her arms around the guys neck the way she did with me when we danced. He had his hands low on her back and he was pulling her tight against him. Then he moved his hands down to her ass and pulled her in as he appeared to be grinding his crotch into her. When I saw this I pulled out my digital camera and took a picture of them. I couldn't believe that Kate was letting him do that to her. Kate didn't stop him for a little while and then she finally reached down and moved his hands off her ass. 

The guy leaned back a little and I could see that they were talking. He said something and Kate was shaking her head no. They talked a little longer and then Kate put her head on his shoulder again. As he walked Kate back to her table after that dance I could see the obvious lump in the front of his pants. Kate didn't have to see it to know it was there because he had been pressing it against her the whole time they were dancing. This time instead of going back to his own table he sat down with Kate.

I really hated that they were sitting so close. I decided I had to do something to shake things up and make Kate think of me but I didn't know what. Then I remembered the roving photographers you see around the lounges and restaurants in Vegas, taking pictures of couples and then trying to sell them the prints.

I walked over to the Kate's table and lifted my camera so they could see it and then I disguised my voice as best I could.

"The two of you make a lovely couple," I said. "Are you married? Engaged?"

Kate and her friend looked at each other and laughed. Then Pam yelled from across the table, "One of them is engaged."

Kate gave her a dirty look and turned back to look at me again. I had tinted glasses on so I was sure that Kate couldn't see my eyes very well so I was able to look directly into her eyes.

"Oh, I get it. It's a bachelorette party and you are the bachelorette. So you are out for your last fling before marriage, right?" I tried to laugh when I said that but it hurt too much.

Kate said, "Nothing serious just having some fun."

"How about a picture to remember the occasion," I said and before they could answer I snapped their picture. 

"Hey, why did you do that?" Kate asked and I could hear the effect the alcohol was having on her.

"I'll be back in around ten or fifteen minutes," I said. "I'll have prints of that picture if you would like one."

Kate immediately said, "I don't want any pictures."

Kate's friend did want a copy so I told him I'd be back shortly and headed back to my room.

I sat on my bed with my stomach in a knot as I tried to decide what to do. I knew that I should not have anymore close encounters with Kate. I would have to just keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't cross the line and do something that I could never accept. If she did start to cross that line I would have to step in and stop her from destroying our relationship. The strange thing was that when the evening had started out I never really thought there would be a problem. I felt silly wearing disguises and spying on Kate that way but after seeing her on the dance floor and the way she was sitting with him in at the table I knew there was the very real reason to worry. I changed into the loser disguise and headed back to the MC Pub. 

When I arrived back at the MC Pub the bouncer at the door checked my stamp and as I walk passed him and into the bar I heard him mutter, "Nice hat asshole."

I had to smile to myself. The cheap wig did just what is was intended to do. As I walked back to my position at the bar I noticed that Kate and her friend were not at the table. Pam, Brenda and Sherry were there but not Kate. I quickly looked around the dance floor but there was no sign of them. I looked toward the table he had occupied with his friends but he wasn't there either. I was beginning to panic when I finally spotted Kate's friend at the end of the bar talking to another guy. 

I was about to go looking outside for Kate when she appeared at the door. She came back in and went directly to her table and started talking to her friends. They sat and talked for a couple of minutes and then they all got up and headed for the door. On their way out of the pub Kate's friend waved to her and she waved back. 

I gave then a head start and then followed. They headed straight for the elevators. I got into the elevator with them and pushed the button for the eighteenth floor and Sherry pushed the one for seventeen. On the way up they all talked about how beat they were and how they planned to sleep late in the morning. As they got off the elevator on seventeen I glanced at my watch. It was 2:15 AM.

I was glad that day was over. My head hurt from the tension I had felt all day. With the girls safely back in their room for the night I headed back to my room. 

*****

As soon as my head hit my pillow I fell into a restless sleep. I had lots of strange dreams and stressful thoughts separated by periods of deep sleep. I woke up at 7:30 AM. I got up, showered dressed and without a disguise I went down to the cafe for breakfast. I felt it was a safe risk. I knew the girls wouldn't be up before ten after the night they had.

After breakfast I played some slots and was back in my room by nine o'clock. Now I was faced by the problem of trying to figure out when Kate would be up and out of her room and where she would go first. 

At 10:30 I made a room to room call to Kate's room and the phone was picked up on the first ring.

"Hello?" It was Pam's voice and in the back ground I could hear Sherry's voice. 

"Is Jason there?" I said.

"You must have the wrong room," Pam said.

"Sorry."

So they were up. I put on the Steven Segal and headed down to the casino and took up a position in the slot machines near the elevators. When they didn't come down within an hour I went to use the house phone to call the room again. This time there was no answer. How did I miss them? They must have gone through the lobby instead of coming into the casino or possibly they came down when I was in the lobby using the house phone to call their room. I walked around the casino a couple of times and looked into the cafe to see if they had gone in there for breakfast but could not find them. 

I retreated to my room and stretched out on the bed and turned on the television. I dozed off to sleep for a while and woke up to the sound of my cell phone ringing.

"Hello."

"Hi honey."

"Hi Kate. What are you up to?"

"Nothing. Just lying here getting some sun at the pool and I thought I'd give you a call."

I jumped out of bed and went to my window and started looking around the pool area and I spotted the four of them. They were straight out from my window.

"Is it hot there?"

"May in Las Vegas? It's in the nineties."

I grabbed my camera and used the zoom lens to get a close up of Kate's face. 

"Are you having fun?" I asked.

"We are having a great time. Last night we play around the casino for a while and then went to the Pub for the rest of the night."

I said, "With everything there is to do in Vegas you sat in a pub and drank."

"No, of course not. They had a live band and dancing."

I steadied the camera on Kate's face.

"Did you dance a lot?" I asked looking for her reaction to the question.

"Yes, I did dance quit a bit. Why, is that a problem?" 

"Not unless you danced with only one person the whole time." I said and I saw the smile leave her face.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't care if you dance with other guys as long as you don't dance with one guy all night. I am the only guy that you should be doing that with," I said.

Kate forced a laugh but I could see she was uncomfortable. I wondered if she was feeling guilty about dancing with that one guy all night or was she wondering if I knew something and if so how did I know.

"So what are your plans for the rest of today?" I asked.

"We're going to stay here by the pool for a couple of hours and at three o'clock we're going over to New York, New York to ride the roller coaster. Tonight we'll probably do the same thing we did last night. Play around in the casino and later go to the MC Pub again."

I wondered if her friend was going to be in the pub again.

"Well, I am glad you are having fun. I hope you're still saving your love for me."

"I told you, there could never be anyone else. Well, I just wanted to see how you were doing. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."

"See you tomorrow. Love you too," I said.

Since they were going to be hanging out at the pool and then going to New York, New York at three o'clock I decided to relax in my room until 2:30 PM and then go down and wait for Kate near the strip entrance to the casino and then follow them over to New York, New York. 

*****

At 2:45 PM I was standing by the fountain in front of the Monte Carlo when Kate and Pam came out. As they walked down the steps and turned toward New York, New York I dropped in behind them. While we were waiting at the traffic light to cross the street I moved in close to them to try and hear their conversation.

"I'm just saying that I think you need to be careful that's all," Pam said.

"I am just having fun. Just a little flirting. No big deal." Kate said.

"Do you think John would think it's no big deal?" 

"Well, John is never going to know. Tomorrow I go back to LA and in two weeks I become his devoted and loving wife. Don't worry so much I have it under control." Kate said.

'Just a little flirting.' I didn't like the sound of that but as long as that is all that Kate was doing I could over look it or at least I thought I could.

I couldn't hear the rest of their conversation because the light changed and they started across the street. Since I couldn't hear them anyway I dropped a little further behind them. I didn't have to worry about losing them because I knew where they were going. 

When I got to the ticket counter for the coaster Kate and Pam were already standing there and so was Kate's friend from the previous night. Suddenly I was pissed again. I watched as the guy paid for two tickets and Kate followed him into the line for the ride. I hadn't planned to ride the coaster but I had to follow them so I bought a ticket. At the loading area for the coaster Kate and her friend stood together and the attendant put me next to Pam so that we ended up riding together on the coaster.

At first I was worried that sitting so close to Pam she might recognize me but when the coaster started to move I realized that my disguise could fly off during the ride so as soon as we pulled out of the station I put my one hand up to my face and placed one finger on each side of my prosthetic nose to hold it in place and used my other hand to hold my pony tail hat on.

All the way through the ride I was trying to watch Kate and keep my nose on so other that being bounced around I was barely aware of the ride itself. At the end of the ride Kate and her friend got out of the coaster and headed for the exit. I had to wait till Pam got out of the coaster. She got up and stepped out without ever looking at me. I was just pleased to still have my nose and hair intact. I got out and followed the others. At the ride exit they were selling digital photographs that were taken of the passengers during the ride. I let Kate, her friend and Pam get ahead of me and then I went over to the guy selling the photos and told him I wanted to buy the one of Kate and her friend. 

By the time I had paid for the photo and waited while they put it in a large envelope Kate and company were out of sight. I didn't really care anymore. I was beginning to get sick of the whole thing. 

On my way back to the Monte Carlo I debated on whether or not to show up in the MC Pub that night as myself and reclaim my fiancée. I wasn't sure how Kate would react to that but it sure as hell would put an end to any worry about what she might do with her friend.

I went up to my room to think things over and decided to give Kate the benefit of the doubt. I was confident that if things started to get out of hand I would be able to deal with it.

I needed to be myself for a while so I left the Monte Carlo without disguise and went over to the Aladdin and played craps for a couple of hours and then hit the blackjack tables. Unlike all of my previous gambling experiences, I had a pretty good day. I came out $450 ahead. I wondered if that was an omen. 'Lucky at cards, unlucky at love.'

It was 8:30 when I left the Aladdin to walk back to the Monte Carlo. I walked all the way around the outside of the building to the lobby entrance of the hotel to avoid running into Kate and her friends in the casino. I walked quickly through the lobby and went straight up to my room.

I had become depressed. I was beginning to feel foolish running around in disguises and spying on Kate but at the same time I was angry with Kate for behaving as though she was single with no attachments. She may have just been flirting but I didn't think her behavior was appropriate for a woman that was getting married in two weeks. I wondered if she realized that her friend was beyond just flirting. His stated plan was to try and get her into bed. I supposed if I had stayed home I never would have known what she was up to and it probably would not have mattered in the years to come.

The fact is that I did see her and it would be hard to put it out of my mind. I tried to rationalize that she didn't have sex with the guy so the rest shouldn't matter but instead of making me feel better, I just wondered if Kate behaved this way whenever I wasn't around. It wasn't a question I could just come out and ask her and I didn't want to have to resort to wearing disguises and following her around whenever she wanted to go out with her girlfriends.

I hated that I would have to let her get away with her flirting. It was something I would like to address with her but couldn't without letting her know I had followed her. Suddenly I had a devilish idea.

I took the photo of Kate and her friend on the roller coaster out of the envelope and wrote on it with a left hand slant to disguise my writing. "Riding the coaster with you was fun but dancing with you last night was really hot. Hope we can get together again some time."

I left it unsigned and put it back into the envelope and addressed it to Kate at my address using the same handwriting I had on the note. I figured the picture would make for some interesting conversation when it arrived at my apartment. Kate would be too busy trying to explain the note to worry about why her friend sent it to my address instead of hers or how he even got the address in the first place. I planned to drop the envelope in the mail on my way out of the hotel in the morning. 

I waited until 11:00 PM before I dressed in my Steven Segal disguise and went down to the casino. I went into the food court and grabbed a burger and fries. I had to take my fake teeth out to eat and when I was done I had to go to the men's room to brush my teeth so I could put the fake teeth back in.




The Bachelorette Party



It was 11:30 when I paid the cover charge and walked into the MC Pub. My racing heart slowed a little when I saw the girls sitting at the same table they had occupied the night before and when I looked around the room there was no sign of Kate's friend. 

The girls got up to dance several times as the night wore on and to my relief Kate didn't dance more than two dances with any one guy. The funny thing is even I danced. I was standing watching the band when this woman spoke to me. She looked to be about 40 years old but she was still quite attractive. She told me that she was there for her daughter's bachelorette party and was feeling left out because all the young girls were dancing and she wasn't. Then she asked me if I would dance with her.

Dancing with her made me wish that Kate's mother had come with her. If she had Kate would certainly have behaved much better the previous night. I was deep in my thoughts when I became aware that Kate was dancing right next to me. It was then that I had an awful thought, 'What if my nose was to fall off now?' It didn't and Kate never even noticed me. After the dance I walked the lady back to her table and then resumed my post at the bar.

I was beginning to feel good again. The music was great, the beer tasted good and it was 1:30 AM and Kate's friend never made an appearance. I was home free. I figured the girls would probably do what they did the previous night and head back up to their rooms around 2:00 AM so all I had to do was wait out that last half hour.

I had just ordered a beer to help me kill that last half hour when he walked in. This time he was by himself and he went straight over to Kate and sat next to her. Brenda and Sherry happily joined in the conversation with Kate and her friend but I noticed that Pam gave him a dirty look and seemed to be upset. 

They talked for a while and then they all stood up. Kate was talking to the girls and it looked like Pam was getting really pissed about something. They all left the table together except that Brenda, Sherry and Pam headed for the door and Kate and her friend headed for the dance floor,

I was going crazy now. Why didn't Kate leave with her friends? What the fuck was she up to?

Kate and her friend dance three fast dances before the band played a slow song. Kate immediately melted into his arms and I could see him grinding his crotch into her like he had the previous night. I was sure that he probably had an erection this time too. His hands were on her ass again only this time she didn't make him move them.

I thought that it might be time to break things up. I hated the humiliation I would have to go through when I pulled off my disguise. I am sure it would be an entertaining show for the other patrons and that's what held me back. I was confident that I would have no problem handling Kate's friend if it came to that. It was dealing with Kate afterward that would be the problem.

That's when the crushing blow came. They were still dancing when Kate's friend took her head between his hands and kissed her. Rather than resist his kiss Kate went back for more and for the next minute they were locked in a kiss that must have been curling his toes. The only thing it did for me was make me want to puke.

I don't know what happened inside of me right then but I made a decision I never would have believed I would make under those circumstances. I decided to let Kate do what ever she wanted and I would make no attempt to stop her. If things ended between them there on the dance floor and Kate returned to her room I would try to get past this and use the photo I was sending her to make her feel guilty and maybe get some answers. On the other hand, if she left with him it was over. I would document things as best I could by following them to see where they went and when Kate got home on Sunday I would confront her with the evidence and break off the engagement.

With that decision made I went over to the older woman I had danced with earlier and asked her to dance. On the dance floor I managed to maneuver us around the floor until I was standing right next to Kate. 

Just as the song was ending I turned to Kate and said, "Somebody told me that you were getting married in two weeks. Is this your fiancé?"

Kate's mouth dropped open and she stared at me but she didn't answer my question. Her friend looked at me and then at Kate and took her hand and pulled her off the dance floor. They went and sat down for a while and I tried to find a different place to watch them from so they wouldn't be aware of my spying on them. 

Kate seemed to be a little disturbed but I couldn't be sure if it was because of what I had said to her or if it had nothing to do with me at all. The two of them ordered another drink and sat at the table talking and then he kissed her again. Kate must not have been to upset by my comment because she was kissing him back.

I needed my camera and a change of disguise if I was going to be able to document Kate's activities any further. I realized that if I left the bar they might not be there when I got back.

I decided that if they were gone when I got back I would wait twenty minutes and then call Kate's room. If Kate answered I would talk to her for a while without letting on what I knew of her activities. I would have to wait till later to figure out how to deal with her behavior. If Pam answered I would ask her if Kate was back yet and if she was I would talk to her but if she wasn't I would have my answer and I would end the engagement.

I went with the loser disguise, because that's the way I felt. With the wig, nose, glasses and teeth in place I was ready. I picked up my camera and headed back to the MC Pub.

I was just coming out of the elevator alcove when I saw Kate and her friend coming toward me. Kate was holding his hand and the look on her face wasn't one you would expect from someone who felt guilty about what they were about to do.

I quickly stopped next to a slot machine and dropped a couple of quarters in. They passed me without a look and I followed them into the elevator alcove. I got on the elevator with them and moved to the back so I was standing behind them. When Kate hit the button for seventeen I was hoping that her friend would push a different button but he didn't.

When the doors opened on seventeen, Kate and her friend got off and I followed but not too closely. As they turned to walk down the corridor toward Kate's room she peeked over her shoulder at me but finding me completely uninteresting she ignored me. When they were fifty feet away I pulled up my camera and took a picture of them walking hand in hand. Then I used the zoom to get an extreme close up of their hands. In that shot you could clearly see Kate's engagement ring. I wanted to follow them all the way down to Kate's room and take a picture of them going into the room but was reluctant to do that because it was too risky. I thought about it and then said to myself, "Fuck it," and I followed them down the hall. There was nothing that could happen to me in that hall that was worse than what was already happening to me.

The two of them never once looked back at me as we paraded down the hall. They were a little too full of themselves to care about me. When they got to Kate's room there was no question about whether they were both going in or not. Kate opened the door and when the two of then stepped in I quickly snapped a picture. I heard Kate calling Pam's name to see if she was there as the door closed behind them.

I was left alone in the hall with my misery. I walked slowly back to the elevators. I knew I could have pounded on Kate's door and told her it was me and that she had better get rid of her friend but it was already too late for that. It didn't matter what she did from there on. I had found her guilty by intent. All I had to do now was find the right way to confront her and break off the engagement.

I guess that I wasn't completely sold on the idea that it was over so when I got to the elevators I called Kate on my cell phone. I hoped that when she heard my voice she would realize what she was doing and toss her friend out of her room. The phone rang several times before she answered.

"Hello," she said sounding a little out of breath.

"Hi Kate,"

"Why are you calling so late?" She asked.

She sounded annoyed. 

"You're in Vegas. I didn't expect you to be in bed already," I said.

"I'm tired. Can't this wait till I get home tomorrow?"

"I guess. We are going to have a lot to talk about tomorrow."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

I guess I got her attention.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. I hope you've been a good girl in Vegas."

"What does that mean?"

"Easy, I'm just teasing you." I said.

"I'm sorry. I guess I am just tired. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

I said, "Okay. I love you, Kate."

"I do too."

"What? Are you embarrassed to say you love me in front of Pam? I think she knows, after all we were supposed to be getting married in two weeks. Come on. I want to hear you say it," I said.

As I waited for her response I wondered if she noticed that I had said, "We were supposed to be getting married," instead of, "we are supposed to be getting married." 

"All right. I love you too, John," she said.

It didn't sound very convincing. I could almost picture her friend laughing at me. Thinking how gullible I must be. The thought made me want to run down to her room and beat the crap out of him but I took the elevator to the seventh floor and retreated to my room. This was certainly an ignominious ending to my relationship with Kate. 

I thought over everything that had happened over the two days and realized that there was no point in my hanging around so I packed my things and took my bags down to the lobby. I was going to buy stamps to mail the roller coaster photo to myself but suddenly there didn't seem to be much point in that so I stuck the envelope into my suit case and headed for check out. 

I had my receipt and was headed for the exit when I looked into the casino and saw Pam sitting by herself at a slot machine. I turned away quickly so she would not see me and just then an idea struck me. I took my camera out of the bag and then checked the bag at the porter's desk. The porter gave me a claim check I headed into the casino in search of Pam. She was still sitting at the same slot machine and I walked over and stood next to her for a moment before she looked up. At first she smiled and seemed happy to see me and then the smile changed to a look of fear. 

"John. What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I am here to surprise Kate. Where is she?"

Pam was very upset and I could hear it in her voice.

"I don't know where she is," Pam said. "We got separated so I am hanging out here hoping the others would find me. If they don't show up soon I'll go back up to the room to wait."

"Do you think Kate might be up in the room?" I asked.

"No. I'm sure they are in a different casino," Pam said.

I leaned in close to Pam and very quietly I said, "Pam, give me the key to your room so that I can go talk to Kate."

Pam looked like she was about to faint. 

"I told you she's not up there."

Again very quietly I said, "Then Pam, why don't you call her on your cell phone and ask her where she is?" 

I guess Pam saw that as an opportunity to save the day. She could call Kate and in the guise of asking her where she was she could tell her that I was there looking for her. That would give Kate a chance to get rid of her friend and come down to meet me like nothing happened. 

Before Pam could press the speed dial for Kate's number I took the phone out of her hand. 

"Pam, I know Kate is in the room and I am going up there now so just give me your key," I said very calmly.

"I can't. Kate is sick and I know she wouldn't want you to see her like that. She has had way too much to drink today," Pam bluffed.

I grabbed Pam's shoulders and gave them a hard squeeze, much harder than I had intended. Pam winced in pain.

"Pam, give me the fucking key."

Pam looked into my eyes and finally said okay. As she pulled the key out of her pocket she said, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry Pam; I am not going to hurt her. I just need to deal with this now. We have been friends for a long time so I hope that I can trust you to not call Kate to tell her I am here."

Pam looked down at her hands and then back up into my eyes and said, "I won't warn her John. The room number is..."

"I know the room number," I said.

That surprised Pam but she didn't say anything.

"I'll talk to you later," I said as I got up and headed for the elevators.

When I got off the elevator on the seventeenth floor my heart was pounding. I was angry and excited. I was going to get a chance to release some of my anger and get a small measure of revenge. If I had done nothing Kate would have been able to enjoy her little fling and have no worries on her trip home to LA. Now I was about to ruin all that for her. 

I stood outside her door for a moment listening for any sounds of movement. I heard none and wondered if maybe they were asleep. I slipped the key card into the lock and when the green light came on I opened the door as quietly as I could. The room was completely dark except for the light coming in from a small opening in the drapes and a small light in the bathroom. 

I stopped in the hallway in front of the open bathroom door and again listened for any sounds. I heard something that sounded like it could have been someone moving around in bed. Then I heard Kate's voice.

"It's just my roommate Pam" She said.

"Then don't stop," I heard her friend say.

This made my anger flash. I had to force myself to go into the bathroom and close the door and wait until I got myself under control. There was a small night light built into the hairdryer hanging above the counter so I didn't have to turn on any lights. I splashed a little cold water on my face and then just for my own entertainment I filled three of the drinking cups with water and then slowly poured then into the toilet bowl one at a time. It sounded like someone taking one hell of a long piss. Then I unplugged the hairdryer from the wall to kill the night light so that I could open the bathroom door without casting any light into the room. 

I opened the door slowly and stepped into the entry keeping my back against the wall and peeked around the corner into the room. The little bit of light coming in through the window was shinning directly on the bed and I could see Kate's friend sitting up with his back against the head board. I could just make out Kate lying with her head in his lap. I couldn't see what she was doing but I had a pretty good idea. His head was bent down as though he was watching her.

The shadows in the room were the deepest along the wall opposite the beds. I could just make out the shape of the lights on the wall above the dresser so that was where I hoped to get before they noticed me. I was hoping that they still thought that I was Pam and that because they hadn't heard the toilet flush that I was still in the bathroom.

I got down on the floor and crawled out into the room to a point on the floor just under the lights. I was getting ready to stand up when I touched something on the floor. Even in the dark I recognized that it was a woman's panties. The anger began to build again.

I got myself into a squatting position and made sure the flash on my camera was charged and ready. I took one more look to make sure I could quickly find the light switch and then I stood up. As soon as I was standing I pointed the camera at the bed, closed my eyes and turned my head away so I would not be blinded by the flash and then I pushed the button. As soon as I heard the camera go off I opened my eyes and turned on the lights. 

It was just what I had suspected only the reality was worse. Kate's friend was sitting up and Kate was doing what just a couple of days earlier she told me she would never do for another man. She was sucking his cock. 

Her friend must have looked up just as the camera when off because he was now holding his hand over his eyes and seemed to be disoriented. Kate on the other hand was still sucking on his cock and her eyes were closed. She must have thought that the flash was the lights coming on.

Kate let his cock slip from her mouth and as she started to look toward me she was opening her eyes.

"Jesus Pam, turn the lights...." Kate was saying as her eyes focused on me. Then she let out a scream that I am sure would have been heard in rooms all the way down the hall.

All at once Kate was trying to push her friend away from her and cover her body with a sheet. In her struggle to get her friend to move her legs separated and I could see that the two of them had already had intercourse. Some semen was still leaking from her pussy and her pubic hair was matted and sticky looking.

In a panicked voice Kate said, "John, what are you doing here?"

"I guess I don't have to ask what you're doing here. Your friend here must have fucked someone and now you're sucking his cock clean for him." I said in as calm a tone as I could.

"Hey, who the fuck are you? Get out of here and leave us alone," were the brave words from Kate's friend.

"I am here to talk to my fiancée. So far I am giving you a free pass but if you open your mouth one more time I'll put your lights out," I said with as much venom as I could.

My words seemed to have had the desired impact because he closed his mouth and moved farther away from Kate.

"Kate, I just came up to tell you the wedding is off."

"No. Please John. Let me explain." She said as she starting to get off the bed and move toward me. 

"This would take an awful lot of explaining and I just don't have that much time or the desire to listen," I said.

Kate looked down at herself and realized she was standing in front of me completely naked with another man's semen running down the inside of her thigh. I think that was when she realized that she couldn't explain anything. 

"What's that matter? Don't you have anything to say now? I thought you would be defending your right to fuck this little weasel because 'what ever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,' right? I guess you forgot that only applies if you don't get caught. 

"Who are you calling a little weasel? I was more of a man to her than you ever were," Kate's friend said.

It was time to make Kate say something. I looked at her and said, "Is that true? Was this little weasel a better man than me? I guess he must have been because you did things for him you never did for me."

Kate looked at me with tears streaming down her cheeks and said, "What do you mean?"

"When I came in you were sucking his cock and it's obvious that he had already fucked you. You never sucked my cock after we fucked."

Kate was beginning to cry harder but the weasel was smiling. I guess he thought he was winning the argument.

"Didn't you tell me just the other night that you would never suck another man's cock?" I asked.

I could tell my words were stinging her but Kate was hanging on to the hope that there was a way out of this mess for her.

"Yes, but I can explain that," She said as her sobs intensified.

"There that proves it. You can't be a man because Kate would never have done that with another man. So you must be a weasel. What you really are is the kind of ass hole that doesn't care how much damage he causes in other peoples lives as long as he gets laid," I said.

Still trying to get to me he said, "Come on. We both know that if you were man enough to satisfy her she wouldn't be with me now."

That did hit pretty close to home but I didn't let on that it bothered me.

"Kate, it's time for you to tell us the truth. Why did you invite this weasel up to your room?" I asked.




The Bachelorette Party



Author's Notes: I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this work, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission.

If you're looking for a lot of sex this story isn't for you, if you want quick sex ths story isn't for you. 

*

It was my daughter's best friend's bachelorette party. I'd known Cherise since she was a little girl and had always enjoyed having her over. She and Susan had had their share of falling outs over the years but they always made up. They traded boyfriends once or twice in high school and had both gotten through college with their degrees and now were beginning their careers. It had been nice to watch them grow up together and now Cherise was getting married. It made me wonder when Susan would if ever. She seemed to enjoy playing the field or at least that's what it seemed to me since she rarely brought any boys over anymore, if ever.

She'd dated Eric off and on during college and I think he found a job after college close to our town just to be near her. Susan was a serial dater in college and for the past year has been seeing one of Eric's frat brothers. I hadn't seen or heard about that guy for at least a month so I'm not sure what's going on. They all seemed to get along fine and when Cherise announced the engagement she and Eric asked if they could hold the wedding on our property. How could I refuse my daughter's best friend?

I have 25 acres of horse farm with a pond and plenty of room to park cars. They planned on holding the reception in the riding arena which was fine by me. Susan is my only child and since losing my husband in a plane crash, she has been the focus of my life as much as a college graduate can be.

Susan was in charge of the bachelorette party and again since I had room they wanted to have it at my house. I didn't have a problem since I had room and since the wedding was going to be here it seemed to make sense. I just didn't want to be the one doing all the work; I have enough of my own.

I don't date much and since I have such a large place that tends to take quite a bit of my time. I only have a few horses now. Mostly boarding for others and they tend to them. I ride now and then just to get away from the world and talk to my beloved in a special part of the property we both loved.

When it was time for the party, I helped them decorate the family room, went to the store for sodas, mixers, chips, finger foods and booze. Any leftovers could be available for the wedding reception so there was no worry about buying too much.

To make a long story short I was home when the girls' party was going on that Saturday night. I figured they would have the usual silly games, watch movies, gossip or do whatever young women do at these days. I had thought they might get strippers it never occurred to me the ones they got wouldn't be the ones they expected. I was welcomed since I was an integral part of the wedding. 

The party included a catered dinner, since I had refused to cook. They had plenty of drink and the girls were feeling very silly by the time the caterers left and the strippers showed up. They had played some games and were in the middle of a "truth or dare" thing when the doorbell rang. I got up and answered thinking I'd be greeted by a cop, firefighter, cowboy or who knows what male strippers dress up as these days. 

I must have had a really dumbfounded expression when I opened the door and saw two girls, young women about Susan's age standing there. At first I thought they were friends or sorority sisters of the girls, they were dressed somewhat scantily in cowgirl outfits. One tall leggy brunette the other was a bit shorter and quite top heavy. It suddenly came to me they were the strippers, something that really didn't make sense to me for a bachelorette party when all the girls were straight, or at least I thought they were straight.

Upon getting my senses back I greeted them, "Hi, can I help you?"

"Hi, we're here for the bachelor party" the busty little blonde grinned as she shook her breasts giggling.

I focused on them as she jiggled which; thinking back was really odd for me since I'm straight. But they were there and they were very impressive. 

Trying not to stammer I calmly told them, "I think you girls have the wrong address this is a bachelorette party."

"Huh, is this....blankety blank on blankety road?" The brunette questioned.

"Yes, it is but I doubt these girls wanted female strippers"

From inside the house I could hear the rumblings of the girls anticipating their male strippers. A few "who's there?" with giggles and laughs floated through the air as I tried to clarify the situation. 

"Well, our dispatcher gave us this address so maybe we should call her." 

"We have done all girl parties before." The blonde smiled looking me up and down.

"Oh god, not again this is the second time this month she's done that to me. I didn't get paid last time because the "birthday boy" wasn't at that house." The brunette was getting a bit agitated.

"You're welcome to come in and call, but you may have to deal with six very disappointed girls."

The blonde smirked again, "I've dealt with that situation before."

"Well, I'd rather do that than not get paid for driving all the way out here. Plus the tips we'll miss." Sighed the brunette.

The brunette seemed like she was going to cry at that point so I let them both in and guided them to the kitchen and the phone. On the way the partiers gasped and giggled at my little entourage. Susan came into the kitchen while they were calling and I told her the situation. She listened quietly looking them both over as I explained. After I'd finished and she thought about it for a few seconds she started laughing. 

"Cherise is going to just die, let me talk with the dispatcher since I set this up."

The girl on the phone paused after a bit of a heated exchange and handed the phone to Susan. She turned her back to us and I made small talk with our guests. They explained about the other times and how they were only doing this because they figured it was safe and a good way to make extra college money. They seemed like nice girls so I listened and smiled as they told me. After a bit Susan hung up the phone, turned and smiled at us.

"You'll both get paid but the two guys who were supposed to be here are up a creek at a bachelor party on the other side of the county. They are too far away to get here in time. The dispatcher admitted her mistake so I got money off but you two are good for your normal fees. Sound okay?"

The two girls were ecstatic jumping up and down and not only hugging each other but Susan and I also. Susan's eyes widened as the blonde bounced up and down. I'm sure mine did too as I waited for her twins to pop out. Fortunately they didn't and we listened to what Susan had in mind.

"But, I want you to do me a favor." Susan had an evil grin on her face as she said that and I had a feeling I knew what she was up to.

"I want you to do your thing with the redhead out there. You may even get a tip since I got a discount if it goes like I want it to."

The girls looked at each other and nodded; wanting to be sure they got their money, they agreed.

"What's her name?" the brunette asked.

"Cherise, and don't hold back, by the way I'm Susan, this is my mom Linda."

The blonde smiled as she shook my hand making sure her boobs were vibrating as she did. I couldn't help but look down and caught myself almost staring once again. She knew how to work those babies that's for sure. We exchanged hand shakes and the girls got their things together to begin the show.

The blonde was Debbie and the brunette was Vicki we discovered when all the hugs and hand shakes were over and their thanking Susan for making sure their trip wasn't wasted. 

I hadn't really thought I'd stay to watch the "planned" show but this was getting good so I decided to stick around and see what happened. I snuck down the hall and took a seat off to the side of the sofa so I could see Cherise. Susan came out first and coughed to get their attention since they were all huddled talking in whispers wondering what was going on.

"Ladies, we have a slight change in plans for the entertainment. I hope you all enjoy and look at this in the spirit it was intended. Cherise, don't hate me but, there's a couple of cowgirls here who know you want to learn cutting and reining and they are here to show you the proper way of doing just that."

She did her best to keep a straight face as she was making up the intro. It did sound a bit lame but what can you do at the last minute when you're playing an unplanned joke. As we sat and waited we heard a song start. "Back in the saddle again" by Aerosmith came on and the two girls came out swishing and strutting. The blonde was twirling a little lariat and the brunette had two little six-shooters. I have to admit they did look cute doing that. I laughed but a couple of the girls just sat there staring wondering what was going on. Cherise looked at Susan and nearly coughed her drink out her nose as the two "entertainers" strutted towards her doing just what they would have done had the audience been men.

I guess I should describe their outfits even though they didn't stay on too long. Debbie wore a small cowboy hat vintage 1950's pink fringed in white, a matching vest on that was too tiny to be of much practical use. Under her vest her bra was red with white stripes on one breast the other was blue with little white stars. The two triangular pieces of shiny cloth barely covered her aureolas, I guess she wanted to be patriotic. Her pink chaps matched her hat and vest, the tiny fringes looked a bit frayed as she strutted about. She wore a pair of 6" clear mules that nobody in their right mind would ride a horse in. But dressed like that I doubt riding a horse isn't what you had in mind anyway. Her outfit couldn't help but bring one's eyes to her bust and tight ass. I would guess that's why she wore what she did, maximum titillation.

Vicki was dressed in white satin, vest and shorts that clung to her like a second skin. Her shoes were a bit more like boots while still having the 6" elevation. Her tanned legs were taut and definitely her main focal point. Her too small white hat contrasted with her hair color and dark olive complexion which just had the outfit that much more appealing on her. Her little six shooters slung low on her waist had matching plastic pearled handles and were definitely not being used for their intended purpose. 

They reminded me of outfits Cherise and Susan had worn as little girls at Halloween. Only back then they didn't fill out the costumes quite like these two did, thank goodness.

The two girls walked around the room showing off their bodies and smiling at each of the six girls. Their movements meant for enticement; clutching themselves and contorting their bodies to taunt and tease the usual male client seemed to have the opposite effect on the girls. Their focus eventually turned to Cherise, each sauntering up to her and displaying their wares. Vicki took Cherise's hand and pulled her somewhat reluctantly to a chair that Susan had managed to sneak out to the middle of the room while all eyes focused on the dancers. The two girls swayed and bobbed up and down in front and to her sides as she sat there turning a bright crimson. She looked at Susan and with eyes that could have pierced steel with their focus told her she was going to get her. Susan just doubled over laughing as Debbie began removing her chaps and shaking her ass in front of Cherise.

When Debbie began removing clothes two girls stood up and began their goodbyes. They apologized for being so abrupt but the idea was funny they just didn't want to see it actually happen. Debbie and Vicki apologized and the girls told them not to worry about it. It wasn't anyone's fault and that it was a cute idea. Susan and Cherise walked them to the door while Vicki and Debbie stood around waiting. The room seemed eerily quiet so I walked over to our dancers to thaw some of the ice.

"I'm being a bad hostess, would you two like something to drink?"

"Whatever is easy." Vicki said and Debbie nodded. I felt bad for them, it wasn't their fault the girls were prudes and they couldn't stand a joke. Susan and Cherise walked back in commenting on their friends' behavior apologizing when they saw Vicki and Debbie sipping some bottled water I had brought them.

"We can continue if you want, Susan. We made a deal and I have no problem living up to it." Debbie smiled as she looked at the rest of us.

"Well, why don't we change it a bit?" Cherise commented.

"How about instead of focusing on me, give us all little individual shows; maybe we can learn something to keep our men folk home nights." She added with a smirk and a slight twang.

"Sure, we can do that and when we're done if you want our business cards we could do like a class or something. We get a few married guys calling for private shows when their wives are gone. And I wouldn't mind cutting those down. Not that your boyfriends or husbands would do that. They give me the creeps at times." Vicki mentioned wincing a bit.

"Sounds good, finish your drinks and we'll learn something." Susan smiled.

Everyone sat back down and Debbie started their little c.d. player once more. This time the music was slower and softer. She turned the volume down so they could answer questions and describe why they were doing something in particular. All four remaining girls sat back and watched; sipping their drinks that I refreshed while they were focusing on their instructors. Debbie would look up and smile at me as I wandered around them trying not to bump into them or spill the margarita mix. 

The girls bodies were amazing, Vicki's legs were taut and seemed like they went on forever, I'm guessing her shoes had a lot to do with it. Debbie's breasts were large and she made them the focus of her dance. She'd massage and cup them telling us regardless of a woman's body there are moves they can do to accentuate and really turn a man on and some women she giggled. They remained in their bikinis telling the girls there was no point dancing nude since they weren't going to get any tips from it. 

After the first dance with Debbie and Vicki dancing as individuals the girls got up asking questions then trying some of the moves. I watched as each girl took her turn with an instructor, slowing moving while the others corrected and commented on how she moved. I sat there mesmerized watching their hands gently touch each other; a smile here and there as each seemed to delight in caressing. Their bodies so close together and the blushes confirming that there were delving in intimate areas. Not only in talk but with some of their actions. Vickie and Debbie would stand in front then guide their hands up and down the girls body. Making sure they touched and highlighted each and every curve. Excuses of being overly dressed made for a few laughs with Vickie suggesting they all strip down to bras and panties if they wanted it to be a bit more realistic. The girls politely declined although it seemed like they were hesitant in doing so. I think if it had been just four of them and a bit more liquor the lessons would have gone further. 

The whole thing lasted maybe another hour until Vicki looked at her watch and realized it was beyond their allotted time. She had a date in town and couldn't stay any longer.

After a few more questions the girls thanked the dancers and began saying their good-byes. Susan and Cherise walked their friends to the door and then came back in to start cleaning up.

Debbie approached me and asked if there was a room she and Vicki could change into the regular clothes in since their day was done. I told them of course and Vicki went out to get their bags. I led Debbie down the hall showing her the guest room and adjoining bath. She thanked me as she slowly slid past me; her breasts almost brushing mine as she slipping through the doorway.

"Linda, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure Debbie. What?"

"I was noticing you tend to look at my breasts more than anyone else here, not that I'm complaining. I paid good money for these. I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to touch them or if you were curious about them."

I blushed deeply when she said that, wondering in my own mind if I had been staring at them more than normal."

"They are amazing, Debbie but I'm not curious about them. I love my own and I'm not into women if that's what you were wondering."

"That was another question if you had a different answer." She said with a devilish grin.

Just then Vicki walked into the hallway and I left them to change. Her words echoed in my ears about my lingering looks. I really began to wonder if I had looked at them more than anyone else. I hadn't thought I did but then I was busy and she seemed to pop up when ever my head turned. Maybe it was both our imaginations, I don't know. When I got back out to the living room the girls had the place practically spotless. I told them not to worry about it and that I'd finish cleaning up. They hadn't drank much in the way of alcohol, I had made three pitchers of margaritas and only one was gone. Normally I would have insisted on keys but since they all seemed sober I let them drive home.

They thanked me for the drinks and hospitality while we stood around talking until Debbie and Vicki came out clutching their bags. Hugs all around as both Susan and Cherise thanked their dancers. The thanks were mutual since Susan gave them a big tip which is what she would have spent if the guys had shown up. I told them all goodbye and watched the four walk out to their three cars. Closing the door I turned around and headed to the kitchen to finish cleaning and drinking some of the margarita mix. Debbie's words regarding my attention to her breasts came back to me as I spilled a bit of the margarita mix on my blouse. Silly me, I stood there looking down at my own boobs wondering what life would be or have been like having double D's instead of the single "D" they have become due to nursing and gravity. They looked good, when I was younger and single they looked damn good I thought to myself. Even when I was married they looked good. I giggled to myself wondering why they wouldn't look good married or single. The earlier drinks and the current ones were having their effect I was beginning to think silly thoughts.

I put the last glass in the dish washer I heard the doorbell. Wondering who might be out here this time of evening. It was about 9 p.m. when the girls all left. I headed out and peeked through the spy port. It was Debbie; I asked her through the door what she wanted. She asked if she could use the phone, Vicki had gone with Susan since she lived in the same direction and her car had been making funny noises and wanted to call AAA before it broke down completely. She had been about a mile away parked debating what to do. I looked again trying to make sure she was actually alone and then I slowly opened the door. 

I opened it expecting the worse and was pleased to see she was at least alone. I invited her in and told her to go ahead and use the kitchen phone. After locking the door in case someone was hiding where I couldn't see them I followed her to the kitchen while she explained she's had this problem before and they just do something under the hood and it works good for a few weeks. She doesn't have money to fix it or get a new car so she has to suffer.

I waited as she dialed and talked to an operator who didn't seem to know which end was up. She sounded frustrated and when she hung up I offered her a drink. 

"Thanks, I hate that car. But what can I do?"




The Bachelorette Party



"I don't know Debbie, I'm sorry you have to go through this. Cars are pretty important for your job I guess."

"We carpool sometimes and on rare occasions we get a security guy when it's a big party of men. I guess they weren't worried about security sending two men to a bachelorette party."

I laughed thinking that a male stripper would want help fending off a crazed bridal party. I divided the last of the margarita mix between us and we moved to the kitchen table to talk and wait. 

"You have a really nice house here, Linda and Susan seems like you've raised her well. It isn't every woman who would do what she did for us this evening. Vicki and I both appreciate the kindness and the money."

"Thanks, Debbie. I like to think we raised her right. She worked her way through college so she knows money is always a need."

"Do you live alone here?"

"Yes, my husband Derrick was killed in an airline crash about two years ago. This place was his dream, I'm trying to keep it alive but it's hard to do alone. I'm debating whether to sell or maybe lease parts of it so I don't have to deal with it."

"I'd love to have a place like this, I bet Susan loved growing up here, horses, dogs, room to roam. I'm a bit jealous. I do ride horses which you may have guessed with my outfit."

"Debbie, I had no clue as to why you chose that except that it really showed off your boobs and your ass."

With that remark I took a sip and smiled at her. It actually made her blush when I said it. She took a long drink watching me as she did.

"So you noticed my ass and my boobs. Linda I'm flattered coming from a straight woman."

She was grinning the entire time she was talking looking at my face for a reaction. I remained stoic and told her that she had an exquisite body and that I couldn't help but notice it since she was dancing in my living room in front of me and everyone else.

"But you especially focused on my boobs didn't you." She stated as she drink again.

"Maybe I did, I don't recall focusing on anything in particular like I said you both were there dancing, I couldn't help it."

"I bet you have nice boobs too, I wonder how they compare to mine." 

She looked at me with an impish grin. I had no idea what she was up to but it did feel like a game I could play. I was older, smarter and I did have a nice rack.

"Funny, just before you rang the bell I was debating that very question and yes I think when I was your age my boobs were as nice if not nicer than yours and they weren't enhanced."

"Touche, Linda." She giggled and took another long drink as I smiled and did the same.

"I'd be willing to compare them against yours anytime. In fact, we could now if you're brave enough and don't mind that a 23 year old dancer thinks you probably have as great a rack as she does, probably nicer since as you put it, they aren't "enhanced"." 

I nearly spit my drink out my nose with that. We both laughed and she apologized for saying that while I was drinking. I told her it was fine but I didn't need to compare because we weren't in any kind of competition. She acknowledged that fact and asked to use the bathroom. I reminded her she knew where it was and she excused herself and head off. I smiled thinking I'd won that little battle and checked to see what time it was and wondered where the AAA people were.

After a bit Debbie walked back out, sat down again and sipped a bit more on her drink. I thought I noticed the zipper on her windbreaker down a little lower but with the drinks I really couldn't remember. We continued talking about our lives as we waited for the driver. We dodged the boob talk for quite some time and when our drinks were empty I sort of sat there watching her draw in the condensation on the outside of her glass. I looked at the clock and realized it had only been thirty minutes. I offered her a refill and she gladly accepted. I got up and poured some out of the remaining margarita mix. I told her this was my last drink for the night since I usually get up early and tend to some of the horses. When I turned back to hand her the glass I could have sworn that zipper was even lower. 

I sat back down again and asked her about an eta for the repair person. She told me they would call when they were close, so I let it go. We talked a bit more and although not wanting to I kept glancing at her cleavage. I think she picked up on it the third time and smiled her little grin once more. 

"You are curious about them, aren't you." Her right hand slipped over the zipper as she looked me in the eyes raising and lowering it to tease me.

I denied any interest but she kept on moving the zipper up and down. With each lower movement more of her breasts became exposed. It was like a hypnotist and his gold watch, I couldn't keep my eyes off it and I slowly became entranced. Finally when she decided she had me hooked she sipped it down and let them free. Luckily my glass was on the table and I wasn't taking a sip then because I would have spit it out. They were amazing. I just imagined them while she was dancing and gyrating in her bikini but now they were fully exposed and they were perfect, a bit larger than mine but they were magnificent.

"Go ahead you can touch them, they don't bite, silly."

I looked her in the eyes then back down to her trophies, my face felt as if it were bright red. I knew I was blushing but I couldn't help but gaze at them in awe. She cupped each one and offered them to me to touch, I hate to admit but I succumbed to the temptation. They did feel natural, not like I had expected, of course I had no idea what to expect never having felt "enhanced" boobs before. I figured they would feel normal like mine and they did for the most part, a bit firmer but still not bad. I sat there softly touching and working my fingers over them as she held them for me. I think I must have been doing something she enjoyed because her eyes closed and she'd let out a soft moan now and then.

After a few I coughed to bring her back to reality and removed my hands. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"What do you think? You didn't have to stop on my account Linda you have a very nice touch for a "straight" woman."

"I felt what I needed to feel, thanks. I wondered if enhancements really felt different and they do and don't. Does that make sense?"

"It does but you really should compare how yours feel to how mine do, I said it before and I really would love to see yours. I bet they are as amazing as mine."

"You're not going to stop until you do see, right?" 

I sighed and relented. She was persistent that's for sure and I think the margaritas loosened my inhibitions so I agreed just to get her off the subject. I sat back and unbuttoned my plain white blouse revealing my run of the mill Bali bra. She smiled when she saw it and wiggled in her chair as if she was going to unwrap a Christmas present. I pulled the hem from my skirt and stood up to remove my top. She looked up at me with her puppy dog eyes and almost melted my heart. I slipped the blouse off one shoulder then down my arm repeating it with the other arm. Setting the blouse on the counter I turned back to her. She stood up and asked me to turn around so she could undo the clasp. I slipped my hands under my hair revealing the hook as my back faced her. With expert fingers she quickly freed it. I clasped my boobs with my arms as the bra dropped off my shoulders. 

"Don't be shy now, Linda."

Slowly I turned to look at her, my breasts nestled under my arms still a bit apprehensive of my actions. Lord only knows what Susan would think if she walked in right now. Debbie reached up looking into my eyes. Her voice was gentle and reassuring as she softly wrapped her fingers around my wrists and lowered my arms. Her eyes widened as did her smile when she glanced upon my breasts for the first time. My nipples gave away my feeling as she took one finger and placed it on my aureola. I stood there and watched as she made little circles exploring the dark pink flesh. I hadn't been touched like that for over two years and I nearly lost control. Managing to remain steadfast I asked her if they were what she expected. In a soft whisper she calmly replied.

"Linda, you have very beautiful breasts. I can only imagine what they would have been like at my age. You'd have made some money doing what I do."

She smiled as she continued exploring, I won't lie, I did enjoy her touch. She wasn't rushed at all, taking her time to explore each one, marveling how lovely they were. She even offered to give me her plastic surgeons name if I wanted to restore them to their youthful glory. She said it's more of a vanity thing or a way to make more money. But they were perfect in her eyes.

"You can touch mine again if you like, they still don't bite."

I was thinking about that but I wasn't sure. This all seemed like a strange dream to me. The alcohol was kicking in, not enough for me to feel drunk but enough to loosen my inhibitions. If I'd had still been married this little vixen would have been gone in a flash. Something inside me liked what I was feeling at my breast and under my finger tips.

We stood looking into each others eyes, hands exploring. Without a word she smiled lowering her face to my breast. I stood there, the scent of her hair filling my senses as she opened her mouth, placing her lips over my stiff nipple. I gasped while she drew her tongue over it, coating it with her saliva. My eyes closed, hands dropping from her breasts to her waist holding her in place as she focused on me. I stood there and let her devour me, moans of pleasure encouraging her forward. 

Gaining a bit of composure my hands eventually rising, fingers slipping between her golden strands, pressing her into me. I sensed a smile when she felt me giving in, her mouth became more active licking, kissing and exploring my breasts. My moans grew as her head switched from one side to the other. It almost felt as if I was going to fall over, my knees weakened and I was in heaven. She began moaning also, mumbling how delicious my breasts were and how beautiful I was. I was just about to suggest something when a car horn broke the mood.

"Damn, just when it was getting interesting." She sighed.

The sly smile returned to her face as she took a step backward and zipped up her jacket. 

"I better go get my car working, back in a few, Linda"

I was dumbfounded, standing there while she quickly composed herself and skipped out the front door. I grabbed my bra and put it back on. Massaging myself recalling how nice it was having someone else touch me and compliment me on how I looked. Then the blouse, tucking in back and straightening myself up as best I could. I put our glasses away and walked out to see what was going on. Opening the door, I saw a young man in a tow truck, he was handing her a slip of paper as she looked at me standing in the doorway. He thanked her, looked at me nodding politely then off he drove. She tossed the paper in her car and came back to say good bye.

"Linda, thanks for letting me use the phone and to see those gorgeous breasts. I hope mine were what you expected."

I stammered a bit and told her they were. She grinned and hugged me good bye. I watched as she walked back to her car. Her ass wiggling a bit more than it probably should have with a big smile she asked.

"Can I call you sometime?" as she blew me a kiss getting into her car. 

I stammered a bit trying not to seem too anxious for another meeting yet, wishing she'd stay.

"Sure, anytime."

I smiled back and closed the front door. Debating whether I should get out my vibe or just use my fingers tonight. I was in the mood now...



The Bachelorette Party



Jason Moore stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at the reflection staring back at him. Condensation on the glass made it difficult to really see himself, but that didn't matter. In his mind he knew what was looking back at him. A freak of nature. That is how Jason thought of himself. At 6 foot 4 inches tall with a lean muscular physique, short black hair and piercing blue eyes, one would think that he would be overjoyed with his looks. But it was not his physical appearance that bothered him. It was the size of his cock. It was huge. When it was fully aroused it stood out at 10 ½ inches long and was fairly thick. The size of his manhood had been a source of embarrassment since the beginning of high school. He had been teased in the locker rooms and found it very difficult to maintain a relationship with females, once they discovered the size of it. All of his relationships had failed because none of his female friends wanted to try and take his manhood. Not more than once anyway.

He shook himself out of his thoughts and proceeded to finish what he was doing. He shaved, brushed his teeth, combed his hair and headed for the bedroom to get dressed. It was almost time for him to leave for work.

Because of the size of his penis he found that he could make very good money working as a male stripper. Since he was in his last year of college he was sure he would not be doing this much longer. He worked at a club downtown on the weekends and took an occasional gig at private parties. He enjoyed the private parties best, because they were the most fun. Women were less inhibited in the privacy of their own homes. They also tipped a lot better. The club he worked for made the bookings for the private ones and took a small fee for arranging them. It was a private one that he was heading to now. Because he did not want to be recognized, his gimmick was to wear a clown outfit. This worked great since his face and hair were covered with clown makeup. He also put on shaded contact lenses to change the color of his eyes. He had been doing this for close to three years now. The clown outfit put off most of his clients at first, but once things got started and they saw the size of his equipment, everything worked out just fine. When he was ready, he made sure he had the address and headed out the door. The one he was going to today was a bachelorette party which was always fun.

The address turned out to be a large ranch- style house that sat back from the road a short distance. Unfortunately, there do not seem to be ample parking, so Jason was forced to park half a block away. There must have been about 15 cars parked in the driveway and on the street. Grabbing his portable CD player and a small bag of balloons he made his way to the house. He was positive that he was at the right address. The closer he got to the house he could hear loud laughter and music coming from inside. It was 7 PM and he was right on time. He rang the doorbell.

Several minutes passed before the door opened and Jason got his first shock of the night. Standing there looking up at him was his aunt Carol. Jason's jaw dropped and he felt kind of lightheaded as he stared back at her. Aunt Carol stood there staring up at him with a puzzled expression on her face, before asking if she could help him. That was when Jason realized that she did not know who he was because of the clown makeup. Snapping out of his startled state he handed her a business card from the club. She took one look at it and a big smile crossed her lips.

"You're a clown. I thought we ordered a stripper," she said. 

"I am exactly what you ordered," Jason replied softly.

"Well, in that case please come in. We have a whole bunch of horny women in here waiting for some real good entertainment." Carol laughed.

As he followed his aunt Carol down the hall he could not help but admire her shapely ass. She was wearing a pale blue summer dress that barely reached mid thigh. Jason could not help comparing his aunt Carol to his own mom. Except for aunt Carol's red hair, she was the spitting image of his own mother. She was about 5'4" tall and probably weighed no more than 130 pounds. He could see that her legs and ass were toned just like his mom's. He also knew that she was 47 years old. He knew this because she was two years younger than his mom. He estimated that her breast were about a 36D. He also knew that she had never gotten married nor had any children.

When they got to the front room he could see there were about 15 middle-aged women. Some were standing and others were sitting, but all of them were definitely intoxicated. As soon as he walked into the room all of the laughter stopped. He could feel 15 pairs of eyes staring at him. Someone shouted " Holy shit! Who ordered a giant clown?" With that remark, everyone in the room busted out laughing. With a smile on her full lips, aunt Carol shouted, "The entertainment has arrived girls!" This was met with more laughter and snide comments. Jason asked Carol who the party was for. She pointed to a small Asian woman sitting on the couch. Carol told him that her name was Suzy Nakamura. 

Jason found a place to plug in his CD player and then went into the dining room and grabbed a chair and placed it in the center of the living room. He walked over to Suzy Nakamura and held his hands out to her. She just sat there staring at him for the longest time before taking his hands and letting him guide her over to the chair. Everyone in the room just watched, wondering what was going to happen. He then went over and hit the play button on the CD player and grabbed a couple balloons out of his bag. Calliope music started playing as he walked over and stood in front of Suzy. He then started blowing up one of the balloons. After he had more than one balloon inflated he started making balloon animals. This really got the crowd laughing. Suzy just sat there in stunned silence wondering what the hell was going on. Wasn't this supposed to be her bachelorette party she wondered?

Suddenly the music shifted from Calliope to bump and grind. This got the women to hooting and hollering. Someone shouted, "Take it off!" There were a chorus of OH YEAH, and SHAKE IT BABY. With that Jason reached up around the neck of his outfit and pulled down sharply. The outfit parted effortlessly since it was only held on by Velcro. Underneath he had on what appeared to be black silk boxers. Jason stood in front of Suzy and started gyrating and swaying right near her face. All the women were going crazy and shouting encouragement at Suzy. Since Jason was so tall, his crotch was right in Suzy's face, but she didn't seem to mind at all. She sat there with her eyes glued to his crotch and her face was turning a nice shade of crimson. He turned around and thrust his ass toward her and told her to spank it. Hesitantly she reached out and gave him a slight smack on his ass. This really got the girls going, so she did it again, this time a little bit harder. All the women were laughing and drinking even faster than they had before. Turning back around, Jason reached down and took Suzy's hands. He placed them on the waistband of his silk boxers and told her to pull real hard. When Suzy did, the sides of the boxers parted and fell away, leaving Jason standing in front of her with only a bulging G-string on. The G-string had been modified so that his cock was in a tube-like extension. Even with the modification, it was clear to all that he was packing some hefty meat. It stuck out like a banana wrapped in cloth, and swung free from side to side.

All the laughter died suddenly. The women could not believe what they were looking at. Suzy's eyes were as big as saucers as she stared at his manhood, which was only an inch or so away from her face. Shouts of " OH MY GOD!!!" and "WOW" were whispered among the women. One woman stated, " that can't be real" while another said she wanted that.

Suzy was wearing a low cut top that showed off her ample bosom, so Jason leaned down and rubbed himself between her cleavage. This brought the noise level right back to where it had been, if not louder. Everyone was laughing and clapping, shouting for Suzy to get it. Jason placed his hands on Suzy's shoulders and continued to rub himself up and down between her breasts. Suzy reached behind him and cupped his buttocks, and then she pulled him in tighter to her chest. This brought a new round of cheers from all the women including aunt Carol. By now most of the women had gathered around the chair that Suzy was sitting in. Jason backed away and started making his way around the room. He made sure that he stopped at each woman and rubbed up against them. Every one of them would reach out and grab his ass or some would even grab his cock through the G- string. When he got to his aunt Carol he went behind her and started rubbing himself against her ass. He placed his hands on her shoulders and would rub up and down her butt crack. He was not sure but he could swear that he had heard a soft moan escape from her. Once he got back to Suzy he continued to dance in front of her. She reached out and grabbed his G-string and pulled. Once it was stretched out away from him, with no support to hold them in, his balls slid out the side. He did not try to put them back. Instead, he strattled Suzy's chair and brought his balls up against her chest. The feel of her skin on his naked sack felt great and judging by the change in her breathing, it was having an even larger effect on Suzy. 

Before he could do anything else, someone behind him reached around and grabbed his covered cock. They started to stroke it through the material. Someone else was rubbing his ass cheeks. Suzy reached up and cupped his balls in her tiny hands and pulled them toward her. When she had them up high enough, she stuck her tongue out and started to lick them. The sensation of a warm wet tongue on his balls was fantastic and his cock started to enlarge. The person stroking it became aware of that and yanked the G- string away from his rapidly expanding penis. This caused the head to be right in Suzy's face. She stopped licking his balls, opened her mouth as wide as she could and wrapped her lips around the head. His cock was not so thick that she couldn't get it in her mouth. She had just the head in and started running her tongue all around it. Whoever was stroking his cock increased their grip and stroked a little faster. Looking around, Jason could see the lust in most of the women's eyes. He turned enough so he could see who was behind him. The person stroking him was his aunt Carol. She had a glazed look in her eyes and was breathing heavy. Meanwhile, Suzy had stop sucking his cock and was now just licking the head. Jason reached down and started squeezing Suzy's breast through her shirt. With one hand he reached back behind himself and felt Carol's thigh below the hemline of her dress. He started rubbing up and down in little circles on her outer thigh. He heard a gasp escape from her as soon as his hand had touched the silky smooth skin. She shifted to his right a ways, which allowed him to touch the inside of her thighs. He knew it was wrong to be touching his own aunt, but her skin was so hot and smooth that he was unwilling to stop. 

Someone had pulled Suzy's shirt down over her large breast. Her nipples were rock hard and poking out from her quarter sized dark brown areoles. Jason took one of the nipples between his thumb and forefinger and started lightly twisting it. This got an immediate reaction from Suzy. She started to lick the head of Jason's cock with renewed vigor. Jason was fully hard now and he knew that if they continued to stroke and lick him, he would surely cum all over Suzy's tits. He started running his other hand up the inside of Carol's thighs, going higher and higher each time. He could tell that his hand was now up under aunt Carol's dress. She leaned forward and he felt her breast against his back. He could hear her breathing become more ragged the higher his hand went. What the hell, he thought, as he inched his hand up until it finally reached her panties. The heat coming off her pussy was incredible. He turned his hand palm up and started to press against her softness. She pressed back and spread her legs a little wider than they were. He could now get his fingers completely on her cunt. It took little effort to push the panty leg over and place his fingers directly on her very wet pussy. Using his middle finger he slid it up and down her slit, making sure to rub her clit with each stroke. After a short time of this he curled his finger and slid it up into her smoldering cunt. She was so wet that he was certain that everyone could hear the sloshing sound coming from her overheated pussy. 

As Jason finger fucked aunt Carol and worked over Suzy's nipples he looked around the room to see what everyone else was doing. He was shocked to see that most of the women had taken their clothes off. There was a couple that was still dressed and staring at the goings on as if it were a movie that they couldn't escape from. The majority had paired off and were fondling each other or eating each other's cunts. One even had a double-headed dildo that she was using on two of the women while she sat on another's face having her pussy licked. Looking down, he saw that Suzy had removed her pants and was shoving three fingers deeply inside herself. She had stopped licking on his cock and her head was back with her eyes closed, a smile on her lips. 

Jason could feel he was getting close. He removed his fingers from his aunt's wet pussy and spun around. He took her by the shoulders and turned her so she was facing away from him. He then pushed her toward the couch. When she was in front of it, he put his hand on her stomach and the other on her upper back and lightly pushed. She knew immediately what he wanted, so she bent over and rested her hands on the couch leaving her ass pointed right at him. Jason wasted no time in lifting her dress over her tight ass and yanking her panties down. Standing behind her, he had to bend down some, he lined his cock up with her slit and started rubbing it the full length of her. Her juices were dripping out all over his penis making it quite slick. Slowly he slid it between her hot cunt lips until he was at her entrance.

Carefully, he pushed until the head of his cock was inside her. The heat was almost unbearable, but oh so good. Aunt Carol started to wiggle her ass and pushed back at the same time. Another inch slid up her. She started making mewing sounds and continued to push backward on his hard shaft. After he had about six inches stuffed into her tight hole, he pulled it almost completely out then slowly pushed it back in. Each time he did this, he would push in a little further until he had about eight inches inside her. He wasn't sure whether it was the fact that he was fucking his aunt, or if it was because she didn't know it was her nephew, but he was harder than he had ever been before. It didn't really matter at the moment though. All he could think about was the sensations his cock was feeling. Slowly he picked up the pace until he was seesawing back and forth inside his aunt Carol's pussy. He could feel her cunt muscles quivering with each stroke gripping him tighter and tighter. He could also feel the tingling sensation coming from his balls letting him know that it was very close. Placing both his hands on her hips he started pistoning his cock into her harder and harder. He still made sure that he did not slam all of it into her though. He had no desire to inflict any pain on her.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Fuck me!" she cried. "I'm cuuuuuuummmmming!!!!"

Jason could feel her cunt contracting around his cock and feel her juices shooting out of her pussy. He could no longer hold it in and was soon squirting stream after stream of spunk deep inside her. When she felt his hot cum splashing into her cunt she began to shake and felt the most intense orgasm overtake her. She felt light headed and just collapsed on the couch with his cock still buried up her drenched cunt. God that was the best orgasm she had ever experienced she thought. She knew then and there that she was going to get some more of this, even if it killed her.

When Carol had collapsed Jason went down with her, staying lodge firmly in her pussy. Now he rolled slowly off, pulling his deflating penis out of her with a sucking plop. A mixture of sperm and pussy cream came running out and dripped to the floor. What had got into him, he wondered? Now that it was over, he wasn't sure how he would ever be able to look his aunt in the face again. Guilt was starting to set in until it dawned on him that she didn't know it was him. She would only think it was a stripper from the club. With that realization the guilt started to evaporate.

Looking around the room Jason realized that most of the other women were either passed out are just lying around. Suzy was curled up in a ball on the other end of the couch. She still had a smile on her face. Well, I would say that this had been a total success thought Jason.

Jason gathered up his clothes and got dressed. As he was doing this Carol had stood up and smoothed her dress down. She went over and reached inside a purse and pulled out a white envelope, which she handed to Jason.

"Take this. You earned every penny of it," she said.

Jason did not bother to look in the envelope, instead he just bend down and kissed his aunt on the cheek. He took one last look around then headed to the door. As he stepped outside, he noticed two women coming up the walkway. His last shock of the day was when he realized that the two women coming his way were his mother and 21-year-old sister. He practically ran to his car before looking back. There on the front stoop his mother was staring back at him. There is no way that she could tell it was her son, he told himself as he drove off. Could she? 



The Bachelorette Party



I've done a lot of nasty shit since I started escorting on the side last year. I'm proud of it all. But some of my very favourite bookings have been bachelorette parties. I've done three so far - two set up through my web site, and the last one by word of mouth. There's nothing like getting to showcase my sleazy, exhibitionistic side in front of a group of other women - at least some of whom are completely unsuspecting.

Let me tell you how the last one back in June went down.

I have an arrangement with this lovely upscale spa in Bellevue, Washington, where I started going for my pedicures and leg massages last year. The owner, Melinda, is a 50-something former occupational therapist who knows about my kinky secret life. She's married to a man but her biggest fantasy is to be with a bisexual woman like me. She really gets off on hearing my stories: who I fucked, where I did it, how much I got paid.

Melinda has a great body: long red hair curling down to her shoulders, huge tits with nipples that stand out, and an ass that demands to be squeezed, just like mine. I told her from the very start that she had an open invitation to play with me - or even come on an outcall to perform in a duo with me.

Now, the spa closes at six daily. And sometimes, I pay Melinda to use the spa after hours for my bookings. It's the perfect setting for one of my special bachelorette parties.

My June booking was done in person at a downtown coffee shop with two women, Suzanne and Carmen. Suzanne had heard about the show I put on at a friend's niece's bachelorette party over Christmas, on a ski getaway in Aspen.

"Wow," said Suzanne, staring at me with fascination. She adjusted her fashion-forward black spectacles and pushed her dark hair off one ear. She was in her mid-40's and reminded me of the actress Robin Weigert from Concussion. "That sounds fantastic, Frederika. Did they manage to get the stains out of the carpet?"

"It was a rental," I said with a smirk. "No one really gave a fuck. Least of all me."

I sipped my cappuccino as traffic whizzed past the window. If there's a preliminary meeting, I always dress very professionally so that no one walking by could tell what I like to do in my spare time. But hinting at my secret job is so much fun. Along with my professional black pantsuit, I wore silver eyeshadow and huge, gold hoop earrings. My white blouse was unbuttoned just a little lower than necessary, giving both Suzanne and Carmen a great look at my ample cleavage.

Carmen exchanged a glance with Suzanne and they smiled. Blonde and efferverscent, Carmen was a little younger and a little taller than Suzanne, very slender but curvy. I used to go to a drum circle at a local beach, and there was always this very attractive Eastern European dancer there. Something about Carmen's face reminded me of her.

"I really love your attitude," said Carmen. "It's really exciting - actually, empowering - to hear about another woman acting and talking this way. Rochelle and I are always reading these erotic novels where, you know, the women are highly sexual, but to see it in person...wow."

"The more I fuck, the more I exhibit myself for my own pleasure and everyone else's, the more confident I become," I replied. A woman at the next table caught a snatch of what I said and glanced over in shock. I met her gaze openly.

My cunt was soaked just from this conversation. I reached across the table and put my hand on Suzanne's. "Now, let's talk terms."

Suzanne smiled at my touch. "Well, we're looking at a party of five total, because our bride said to keep it small," she said. "Carmen, me, Rochelle (that's the bride), Nancy, and Lavinia."

"A little more background would be lovely," I said. "I always want to get to know my audience better. Of course, this is all strictly confidential."

"Rochelle works with me at my legal firm," said Suzanne. "We went to Oregon State together and have been close friends for more than 20 years. Carmen and I met at my gym - we both go to Curves. I introduced her to Rochelle, and we all go out most weekends. We've been talking about training for one of those Tough Mudder-type races together. Nancy I've only met once. She's a winemaker in the Napa Valley and is flying up here for the party. Just got divorced. A high school friend of Rochelle's. And Lavinia is Rochelle's friend from the book club: she moved out here from Montreal to do her graduate work at the University of Washington."

"Who else knows about your plans for the party?"

"We told Rochelle we were going to do something 'girly,'" said Suzanne. "That's all she knows, and that's what she told her fiance. Nancy, like Carmen and I, is so bi-curious she's about to explode. Lavinia doesn't know anything about our plans."

"Oh, I like the sound of this," I said, showing my tongue between my teeth. "And you're going to mail me some photos."

"I'm on top of it," said Carmen.

"Are you sure you're on top?" I said flirtatiously. "Well, give me the envelope, and I'll confirm next Saturday with Melinda."

Suzanne took a cream-colored envelope out of her Gucci handbag and slid it over to me. I peeked inside to confirm. Fifty percent up front. Fifteen hundred bucks in crisp new hundred-dollar bills. My standard hourly rate is 600 an hour, but I charge more for a party like this.

I tucked the envelope into my pocket and we all stood up. "It was a pleasure meeting you both," I said. I kissed Suzanne on the lips and Carmen on the side of the neck as other patrons watched with open envy and curiosity. "See you at the spa."

The following Saturday, Melinda laid on two masseuses for after-hours so everyone at my party could get a massage to start off.

Pavlina, the Czech girl, is my personal favourite. Whenever she does my legs, I always make sure my skirt is hiked high enough that she can't avoid getting a really good look at my completely unshaven cunt. I also get a huge kick out of seeing her talking in whispers to the other attendants, telling them what I like to do and how I like to be seen. Everybody at the spa knows that I'm an escort, and I love the looks I get whenever I come in.

But I digress.

In the spacious, intimately lit relaxation area, Suzanne introduced me to the other women as the caterer, maintaining the element of surprise. Melinda had ordered out for a wonderful spread of antipasti, vegetarian canapes, prosciutto, and red wine. I brought it in on a huge tray. I was wearing another one of my professional costumes: a red-and-black apron over a white jacket and black pants with pumps.

I pretended to busy myself with checking the tableware on the nearby dinner table. But I was really checking out the other women, all wrapped up in their spa robes and glowing from their treatments.

Rochelle, the bride-to-be, was black, shapely and French-Canadian. Her long hair was braided and beaded, and she laughed loudly when Suzanne clinked glasses with her and said: "We're going to make that fantasy of yours come true tonight. You know which one."

"Oh, let's fuckin' do this already!" said Nancy, a curly-haired brunette with pale skin and a plump figure. Her apple-sized breasts were half-exposed as she'd undone her robe to the navel. "I don't know how much more teasing I can take. When I come up here, I want to fuckin' let loose. Rochelle, do you remember me telling you about that time at the Fairmont? I was going to do a threesome with this guy from Amazon because he promised me his girlfriend would let me eat her pussy. Well, I show up at the bar and the motherfucker never even - "

"Frederika, could I trouble you for another glass of rose?" Lavinia cut in. She was about 27, with light green eyes, and silky blonde hair. She looked like the kind of woman who didn't know how pretty she was - no makeup, a little frown mark between her eyebrows. The kind of woman who spent hours inside a science lab, which apparently she did. She seemed a bit nervous. Suzanne had told me Lavinia had never attended a bachelorette party before.

I looked straight into Lavinia's eyes as I refilled her glass. There was something about her that made me feel very aggressive. I knew I could easily hold her down with my strength if I wanted.

I went over to the sideboard and checked my watch, which I'd discreetly left there. Eight o'clock. It was time to begin.

Melinda entered the room and placed a loaf of fresh-baked bread on the table, next to a blue porcelain bowl of cherries. She moved to the stereo against the far wall and turned on a sensual Latin groove. She then sat down in an overstuffed leather arm chair off to the side, away from where the main group was sitting and chatting.

I stepped forward. "Ladies, we're about to move on to the main course," I said. "But first, there's something I'd like to show you."

All eyes turned my way. I love these moments.

I reached back and untied my apron strings. I cast the apron on the floor.

"Uh...what are you doing?" Rochelle asked, giggling nervously.

"Wait and see," I told her. I came over and sat on the arm of her chair. Unbuttoning my white jacket slowly, I sighed as I reached inside and fondled my breasts through the blouse underneath. I'd gone braless and my nipples stood out through the fabric.

All of the women except Lavinia applauded as they realized what was starting to happen. Still, Lavinia craned forward to watch my performance, her mouth slightly agape with curiosity.

"Holy shit," said Nancy. "This is a lot hotter than some fuckin' male stripper."

"This?" I said challengingly. "You mean this?" I stood up in front of the group and confidently lowered my slacks to just below my ass cheeks. I was wearing a brand-new pair of black lace silk panties that I'd bought at Bellefleur Lingerie for the occasion.

I turned my head and looked back at Rochelle, my hips slowly swaying to the rhythm. "You like seeing this, Rochelle? Was this in your fantasy?"

"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes," Rochelle said. "This is amazing." I could see that she had tucked a hand inside her robe, between her thighs, and it was moving to and fro.

"Then show me your appreciation." I eased out of my pumps, took off my slacks, and moved slowly over to Rochelle. I turned my ass toward the black woman's face and felt her reverently kissing my cheeks from behind. My clit was totally engorged from what I was doing and feeling.

"Who wants to hold hands with me while Rochelle worships my beautiful ass?" I said. Suzanne arose and took my left hand , while Carmen came over to grip my right. "That's it," I said. "That's my two sisters. That's all of us together, enjoying this, woman to woman."

The women helped me take off my top and now I was fully nude and free to show off.

Nancy finished off her red wine and opened up her robe to the floor. Her pubic hair was trimmed in an aggressive black V and she had very ragged inner labia. She was frigging furiously with her right hand as she watched me with the other women. Rochelle had taken my panties and squeezed them up tight between my ass cheeks from behind.

I loved knowing that when Rochelle got fucked by her new husband, she'd be actually creaming to thoughts of worshipping my ass.

Carmen leaned in with a smile and kissed me full on the mouth. "I've been wanting to kiss those lips ever since we met at the coffee shop," she said. "I was so jealous when I saw your tongue touch Suzanne's."

I was feeling unbelievably sensual. Melinda was watching me from the armchair and had lifted up her red flowered skirt. She produced a small blue vibrator and applied it to her clit through her pantyhose. She let out a loud, guttural grunt of pleasure when she saw Suzanne lean down to put her hand down the front of my panties.

The whole room was redolent with aroused pussy. The shocked look on Lavinia's face made all of this especially delicious.

"Want to go down on me, Nancy?" I demanded.

Nancy nodded eagerly and pulled off her robe. Completely nude, she knelt and pushed her curly head between my thighs. She pulled my panties down slowly with her teeth, looking up at me for approval.

"Oh baby...so beautiful," said Suzanne, reaching down to stroke her friend's hair. Rochelle had come around to watch me getting eaten out.

"Is this how you like it, Frederika?" Nancy said, as she slowly began to run her tongue up and down my full cunt lips.

"Yeah," I groaned. I began to aggressively fuck Nancy's face, pushing my crotch hard into her, making her shove her tongue up inside me. "Do you like what you see, Lavinia? Melinda does."

"I'm really excited," Lavinia confessed. She came over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm straight, but the way you act makes me want to...do what Nancy is doing."

"Then do it," I told her. "Everyone here is welcome to lick my cunt. That's what you girls are paying for, isn't it?"

Melinda vacated her armchair so I could recline in it, surrounded by women. Lavinia got down and pushed her face into my cunt. If she hadn't eaten pussy before, she could have fooled me. Her tongue found its way straight to my bead, driving me crazy with little flicks and caresses.

Everyone was reaching in to fondle me, masturbating and cheering me on.

Rochelle leaned in with a smile and wrapped her full lips around my left nipple. My orgasm was nearing rapidly.

Melinda said: "I'm going to start tonight. I want to go bi." She produced her huge right tit and fed it into my mouth. I sucked hungrily on her big, diamond-hard nipple.

"I love orgies," I said loudly. "Jesus Christ, fuck me and suck me. Fuck me and suck me!" My whole body stiffened up as the straight girl sucked my fucking clit right into her mouth.

I let out a yell of triumph as my orgasm hit hard. The women were all over me as I just let go, screaming and clutching them against me. This was more than a performance. This was a true orgiastic release. And I needed it badly.

The night turned unbelievably wild and raunchy. Carmen stuffed her pussy with ripe cherries and we ate them out of her as a group. I can still remember the others cheering me on as I performed in a 69 with Lavinia, her on the bottom, forced to lick me out again as I straddled her pretty young face. And later I fingered Rochelle to a huge G-spot orgasm...while Suzanne fucked me with the empty bottle of rose and Nancy inserted her tongue right up my ass.

Rochelle's wedding was still weeks away. But she insisted that I had to be added to the guest list, and I was. That, however, is another story.