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The Bachelor Party

By: varun



This is just a fantasy. Don't try it out

MY LIFE was like a normal boy until that party. My mom was a social type, she would sit and talk to anyone – of any age probably because part of my life was in bangalore & foreign. 

My mom was beautiful not glamorous beauty in our kerala style she always wore saree even in house. I never thought anything of my mother's chat but my friends, relatives all talked about secretly. It wasn't a surprise cos in our family women seldom came in front of men nevertheless talk to them. So many of my friends thought she was interested in them but actually she saw them only as her sons friends. We always had visitors especially uncles who would come saying they were passing by (actually they made excuses to pass by our house some even had to catch train) I don't blame them because my mom had a way to talk and she was a good listener and had a great smile. 

She was always happy by their attention, my father is in Washington and when he comes not one uncle passes by actually I started to notice it when I came to 10th of course my friends were the advisors. At first I did not mind but when my house seemed like an inn I talked to my mom but she would not listen instead she said I had bad thoughts that's why I seem to think so of my relatives. I tried arguing but to no extent. Then came my friend's brother's marriage. Sammy was my closest friend, his brother (Johnny) studied with my sister (Susan) who was just one year elder to me, but 6 years junior to Johnny. It seemed like the marriage of one of our relative. we were buying things and mom was helping them. mom was a good cook so she was to prepare the dishes so for about a week we were there and came only around night. 

Johnny wanted to give a bachelors party and he begged mom to allow it in her house. she agreed on one condition that we were to clean the house and not a speck of dust was to be found. we gladly agreed. As mom & sis was to remain in Sammy's house we had the house to ourselves. We had liquors; cigars all ready and we began the party around 2 pm. First it was just a talk party slowly the music got on and we began dances. About 5 pm we all were tired and drunk some went off and by 6 pm there remained only 12-15 guys and the manavalan (bridegroom). 

We were resting when mom & aunt came to take some plates and also to see what state we were in. Seeing us they laughed and teased us especially Johnny saying what the bride was going to say if we taped and showed her. We all smiled slightly embarrassed. They went to kitchen; aunt took a handful of plate and told Johnny to bring some. Both of them went with plates, mom went about hunting for more plates and glass. They both returned and again went with a handful the next time only Johnny came as some visitors had come and aunt had to stay back. There were only few more so mom agreed to take it.

Johnny asked with a smile if she would get some beef as all of us had gone in turns and now if we went again we would not get. She laughed and said there was some beef here but not fried. We all begged her to fry it and said a big hurray when she agreed and once again the party came alive and dance began. Once more a big hurray rang as she came with the beef. There was a rush for beef then back to dance. mom stood there watching smiling. Johnny then pulled her to the middle of the party and told her to dance. She tried to get away but we formed a circle around her and shouted that we wouldn't move until she dance at least a few steps. She laughed and danced a little. Then someone brought her a drink. she refused but when they said it was only cola she took it. 

Due to the dance & her work and all she was thirsty and she drank it in one gulp again one more glass came she refused again we all shouted and she drank it. As soon as she finished it another glass came up this time she wouldn't take it saying her stomach was full. Johnny laughingly moved her saree and rubbing her stomach said it could hold more and when we all pressed her she took a sip and held it. I didn't know at that time that they had mixed brandy to the drink, increasing the ounce, as she drank no wonder she seemed tired. I thought it was the work. Johnny said it was now timed to play a game. He took some pastry and pasted it on the wall and brought a balloon and said placing the balloon on our stomach we have to face the wall and a partner must push.

The balloon must break but we had to be careful not to have the pastry on the wall on our face, if so then we lost. Many came up and lost. Some couldn't break it while others had pastry all over their faces. Then Johnny pushed us all and said he would show. He chooses mom as his partner. She stood facing the wall with the balloon in between her. He neared her and whispered something in her ear though he had to shout because of the high volume of music and she giggled. He then held her shoulder and pushed but it didn't break and we hooted and laughed. He slowly neared very near to her and then he pushed; now practically he was lying on her and pushing. Then slowly the push came down and now we stood watching as he pushed with his waist, in short his dick was on my mom's ass and the only thing in between them was their clothes.

Mom was busy looking after her face from the pastry and in this process she was pushing back her ass as he pushed forward. This continued on till Johnny moved saying he was defeated. I think he ejaculated. Then before mom could move others jumped in to try. All were banging her and some grabbed her ass as if to push and she stood giggling. After some time Johnny came again (I noticed that he had changed his loonkey) He said lets dance and pulled mom. Everybody joined in and we began to dance I noticed his hands moving over her body as if in dance his hands slowly moved over her ass and stayed there. The kick had begun to work and she did not mind his hand. More than that I think she was trying to stand straight. 

Then one of Johnny's friends slowly danced towards them and with a wink they slowly exchanged mom. After some time he moved and challenged her to dance like him he was an expert dancer but mom tried to keep up. We all encouraged them, as soon as he completed one step mom did some thing like what he did and we cheered Then he slowly removed his shirt and swung it laughing aloud and we thought now she lost when she just removed the pallu of her saree. We all went wide-eyed as we gazed her breast hidden in her green blouse. Now it was her turn to laugh as she watched us staring. I am sure she did it due to the influence of brandy. Johnny's friend Azad soon removed his pants off to save his face. She laughed and stopped dancing. "No more no more. " She said but we urged on but she wouldn't. 

Then Azad pulled off her saree and we all cheered. She stood in her underskirt & blouse. she seemed angry and told him to give her saree back but he just laughed and the din we was making was above the music. Johnny slowly neared her and pulled the string of her under skirt. It almost fell off and we saw her white panties. She hurriedly pulled up her skirt but she couldn't tie it As she tried someone would pull her blouse and when she turned to scold him someone would grab her ass from the other side. It was more a play than a sexual act. Everyone wanted to strip her including me. 

Johnny & Azad then held each of her hand and her skirt fell down. Some one grabbed it away. Now she stood only in her bra & panties trying to cover, slowly the sexual mood was arising. Already some one was grabbing her panties and pulling she turned and slapped him but he grabbed her and pulled her towards him he held her in a embraced position Sammy rushed to them and pulled down her panties she kept on struggling but he held her tight. She was now naked. They unhooked her blouse and bra as she kept screaming "you BASTARDS! LEAVE ME alone".

I watched fascinated. My eyes swept over her firm large ass and as they pushed her I viewed her beautiful boobs with red nipples. They pushed her down Azad held her hand; Sammy too helped as Johnny joined in. He kissed her breast and came down to her pussy then pushing her leg apart plunged into it sucking. We watched dumbfounded Azad & Sammy released her as she struggled with Johnny they removed their dresses. Mom was on top of Johnny struggling he pulled her to his chest and held her. Her ass was split open. Azad rubbed his dick on her back and slowly inserted into her ass as she screamed. 

With a pull Azad pulled her backwards. As she now lay on Azad with her pussy wide open, Johnny wasted no time as he entered. Sammy meanwhile was sucking her breast. I unknowingly rubbed my dick seeing this. Meanwhile not seeing mom aunt had said Susan to find her. She opened the door to find the drama. She stood gaping Sammy rushed and pulled her inside she stared at Sam's dick he kissed her mouth then removed her dress she stopped him and removed it herself then bend down to suck his dick. I watched my sister sucking my friends dick. She was in her red panties. I neared her and removed it with a trembling hand she did not mind. I knelt down and kissed her ass then parting the cheeks kissed her asshole then dragged to her pussy and began to finger it. Seeing this the others too began to join in. sis & mom became busy sucking and fucking. 

I went in front of her. She smiled and pulled me by the dick and sucked it she was a great sucker and I exploded in her mouth. Meanwhile aunt now came and was horrified to see this she started shouting at us. I got up and pushed her in and closed the door. I pulled off her saree and ripped opened her blouse and pressed her huge breast and nibbled her nipple then pushed up her skirt and found my way to her panties. My fingers soon invaded the forest and found the cave. My sword went in action. I turned her around and pulled her panties down and entered her ass. Then held her breast and fucked her as if it was the last fuck after some time I exploded in her ass.

Johnny came over to fuck his mom and went to fuck mine. She watched me. She did not struggle as I kissed her. Then I slowly gave it to her mouth, which she began to suck it. I held her head and began to fuck her mouth then I went down and inserted the place from where I came and sucked the breast I once sucked. She did not mind and held me tight and I continued fucking her and came in her pussy. That day we all continued changing and fucked the 3 of them continuously. Then we decided to bring in more aunts and relatives. Sammy & me was the one chosen cos we seemed small. He went to Soniya my cousin and Pooja her sister and told her aunt was waiting for her to bring some plates. They went readily. We watched their asses swing and rubbed our cock in delight.

The Bachelor Party



Due to his crazy work schedule, my future husband's bachelor party was the night after my bachelorette party and I was looking forward to a night home alone after the enjoyable party that I had. One of my best friends fulfilled my most desired sexual fantasy as his gift to me and I was beat. My goal for the night was Chinese food and a long soak in the whirlpool tub. 

The President had arranged to rent a club for the event and the Secret Service came for the love of my life in a customized Hummer Limo. Awaiting him in the truck were some of his closest friends minus the President. The President and his team would meet them at the club. 

Matt, the Senate Clerk was already drunk and rowdy. He was yelling for the love of my life to get into the truck already. Even the two gay Senators from California were with them. It was going to be an interesting night. The word "Chappaquiddick" kept running in my head as they left. 

They drank the best micro brewed ale that the country had to offer in the back of the limo on the way to pick everyone else up on the way. Brian, the Senator from Alabama brought Bourbon and Bud Brownies with him and they were all getting completely wasted as the driver drove on. 

As they entered the club, beautiful girls paired off with each of them to show them their table. Even The love of my life, John and Don, the pair of Gay Californian's were assigned girls. 

The love of my life commented to Don as they walked through the club, "What am I going to do with her?" Don and Devon, the Senator from Washington State busted out laughing and Devon said he'd take her off his hands. Matt, the Senate Clerk was all over the girl helping him stagger to the table. Bets were that he passed out before the end of the night.

The President was already seated when they got there. They sat down and a barmaid took their drink orders. Soon they had food and drinks and laps full of strippers. The show began and Jesse, the Senator from North Carolina tried getting on the stage with a leggy red head. She let him come up with her and she started rubbing up against him. Jesse yelled out, "This is the one I'm taking this one home to Momma." He stripped off his tie and put it around the dancers neck. She took it off and used it to rub herself all over than gave it back to Jesse. Jesse went back to drinking and the boys watched the show for a little bit more, being rowdy and rude and crude. 

The pair of dancers who were with the love of my life lap danced him and he had a huge smile on his face. As the pair took turns rubbing their bare asses on his lap. Devon and Noah, the love of my life's friend from Georgia, were sucking on the nipples of a pair of blonde dancers. Devon's hand slid in between the blonde's slit and she was moaning as he rubbed her clit and sucked on her. 

A short brunette dancer got on her knees in front of Paul, the Finance Committee Chair and began to undo his pants. She took him out and Paul didn't say no. She stroked him until he was hard then sucked on him like a child with an ice cream cone. Paul was going out of his mind as this dark haired angel sucked him off. 

The pair with the love of my life were trying to get him in the same position as Paul, but he kept turning them down. The President told them if they wanted some fun, to try him on for size. One of The love of my life's dancers went over to the President and pleased him orally while the Secret Service agents watched for "weapons". 

The clubs' big name dancer came out and started to perform on stage. Nicole Talent was supposed to be a famous porn star but half the guys at the party did not know her name. As she slid around the pole, the love of my life said to Don and The love of my life that he had seen better asses on drag queens and Don spit his beer out on The love of my life's Best Man, Tony. 

"Dude, you just spit beer on a Supreme Court Justice." Said Noah as he turned around from his lap dance. 

"Who would like to go into the Champagne Room?" asked a leggy blonde; with a heart shaped mound of pubic hair asked the group. Hands went up like children in a classroom and the Blonde handed out tickets. When she finished her task, she asked who was the groom and all the guys pointed the love of my life out. With the consumption of a few more beers, the love of my life was a little more willing to take part in the festivities. The blonde introduced herself as Angel and led him to a private room. 
 The love of my life sat down on the big leather couch and she began to undo his tie and shirt. She licked his nipples as she undid his pants. As his nipples got hard, so did he. She took him into her mouth and went down on him. He moaned as she licked and sucked him. She gently took his balls one by one in her mouth and brought him closer to shooting. She wouldn't allow him to touch her as she did her magic and this turned him on to no end. 

While the love of my life was getting attention in one room, a pair of twin brunettes were servicing the President in another. The President had his pants around his ankles and the girls were taking turns sucking him dry. As soon as he got close to cumming, one of the girls slid on top of his cock as her sister sat in front of her sister, licking the base of the President's cock and her sister's juices. The three of them were moaning as one twin rode the President faster and the other twin sucked on her sister's clit. The twin riding the President made her sister turn around and bend over so she could get off with them. With three fingers in her pussy and a pinky in her ass, soon both sisters and the President were losing their minds with pleasure. 

While the President and the love of my life were dispelling the rumor that there was no sex in the champagne room, Devon was getting a hand job from his new friend while Matt got a lap dance from another dancer. 

"I've never been this hard in my life, I swear. God I wanna bring you home with me Sweetheart." Said Matt. The dancer with Matt released him from his pants and started stroking him. Her name was Brianna and she was a knockout. She had an hourglass figure with 34d's. Her blonde hair was to her waist and big blue eyes. Matt was in heaven. Instantly he was at attention. She started to lick him and Matt went wild. Her full lips felt like silk on Matt's rod. Her hot tongue felt like magic against his skin and she was sending him into orbit. She was so good; Matt forgot that he was sitting around in a group of his political friends with his pants down. If the National Examiner could only see them now. Matt's eyes rolled back in his head as she took his whole length in her mouth and sucked him hard. 

The girl with Matt stopped sucking him as soon as his balls started to harden and show signs of him getting ready to explode. She stood up and turned around and placed her g-string covered ass on top of Matt's raging hard on. The head of his cock was soon kissing her very wet pussy lips. Matt tried to slide in her but she'd only let the tip touch her. Matt was going nuts by now and was begging her to let him fuck her. As she teased him, she was using one hand to rub her clit and as she started to cum, she slammed her pussy hard onto Matt's cock. As soon as she did this, he felt her cum and her raging orgasm started to milk the cum right out of him and he exploded into her with a force he never experienced before in his life. As soon as she regained her strength, she started riding him. Soon Matt was ready to shoot all over again. 

In the Champagne Room, the President had one twin bent over while she used a strap-on on her sister. Both sisters were moaning like crazy. Soon all three came ay once and Nikki's screaming could be heard through out the club. 

The girls came out of the rooms with the love of my life and the President. They lead Devon and Paulie into the Champagne room for their turns while John and Don pulled Jesse off the stage again.

The dancer on the stage was a cute little blonde with small breasts and Jesse was trying to copy her every move, much to the amusement of the group sitting around and watching the show. 

John got Jesse into his chair and went up to the bar for another round of drinks because the waitress was no where to be seen and Jesse needed another drink or he was going back on stage. The beefy bartender gave John a good look over and poured the drinks. 

"She's a cutie, isn't she?" the bartender asked.

"She's not my type. I prefer my woman of the male variety." Said John.

"Really?" asked the bartender. "My names Chad and I was noticing you from across the room. Is that your boyfriend with you?" 

"Don?" "No it would never work. He's a Republican." Said John. "My name's John and I'm very single thanks to a killer work schedule."

"Here's my number if you want to get together some night. I work here every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night. You're cute. I'd like to get to know you better. I know who you are and I wouldn't take advantage of that."

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks" said John as he put the paper in his jacket pocket. John walked back to the tables with the drinks and smiled at the bartender when he took his seat. 

Devon met Nicole Talent in the Champagne Room and she was already drunk, naked and waiting for him. He had dated her for a while and wanted to treat her like she treated him in the end so all he wanted to do was fuck her brains out. Devon dropped his pants and started stroking himself hard. Nicole put her arms around him to kiss him and he pushed her off and told her to bend over. He didn't even bother with lube as he shoved his hard cock in Nicole's ass. She tried to pull away in pain but Devon wouldn't let her. He tore into her ass like a starving man into a meal. 

"This is for all the times you cheated on me Bitch." He said as he rammed his cock into her ass. She whimpered as he had his way with her. He slid his hand under her and started to rub her clit. Instantly she was wet as he slid 3 fingers into her waiting pussy. She began to moan. Soon Nicole was riding Devon and enjoying their rough play. He was slamming her hard and she was begging for more. Soon she was screaming with pleasure. Devon pulled out and flipped her over onto her back so he could cover Nicole's face with white hot cum. 

Devon got dressed and left her sitting on the couch covered in his cum. Nicole was too drunk to get dressed so she just laid on the couch waiting for the next guy to come in the room and do her. Two of the Secret Service guys went in and did her at the same time as the guys all sat around the bar talking about the evils of marriage and their jobs and the stuff guys usually talk about over some beers. The girls on the stage tried to get the boys interested in some more after hours activities but they were all worn out from their fun.

The love of my life was dropped off at our house at four am and they had to help him into the house. I found him passed out in the downstairs bathroom in his boxers and a silly smile on his face. I guess I should tell him he's got a tattoo on his ass that says "President's Bitch", shouldn't I?



The Bachelor Party



When I walked into the apartment, all the guys started beating on the best man, who had arranged for the evening's entertainment, namely, me. Now, I'll be the first to admit that I'm not America's ideal whore. I'm only 5'2" and nearly 200 pounds, but, like I told that room full of bachelors, I've got a set of 40C's just begging to be sucked and I'm open to anything you can think of.

As soon as I said this, the guys started naming things that they wanted to do to me. All I did was stand there and nod my head at every suggestion. When they asked me whom I wanted to take on first, I said, "Anyone who wants me, because how can I choose from fifteen oh, so handsome bachelors?"

They almost started a fight over who got to fuck the short, fat slut first.

"Gentlemen, remember that I am open to anything. 'Anything' includes taking on more than one at a time."

After hearing that, every guy in the room proceeded to strip down to nothing so his cock was available and ready for me. I'd never seen so many big, meaty cocks hard and ready just for me at one time. Then the guys got together and whispered for a while.

"For the rest of the night, you are going to be our slave. That means no questions asked and absolutely no action without an order."

I simply nodded and stood waiting for my first order.

"Strip," said one.

"Slowly," said another.

"And don't touch yourself in the process. There's no reason for a woman to that when there are men around to do it for her." Said the best man.

I stripped, first my shirt, which I dropped to the floor.

"Throw the clothes to us, you slut."

I picked up the shirt and threw it at the speaker. Next the skirt came off and went to a guy who didn't look old enough to be at a bachelor party. The bra went to the best man and finally, the panties, which had been soaked since the guys had taken their cocks out, went to the groom, hitting him squarely in the face.

He and the best man stood and motioned for the kid to get up too. Even though he was the smallest when it came to the rest of his body, the kid had the biggest cock in the bunch.

"This boy is my nephew. He just turned 18 last week and you are going to be his first fuck. Kid, sit on the couch and hold your cock straight up." The groom said.

I expected to be ordered to straddle the kid's lap and the thought of that huge cock getting stuffed into my hot, slippery cunt made pussy juice start running down the inside of my thighs. Instead the groom lay down on his nephew's legs and I saw what was going to happen. The best man came up behind me and started lubricating my asshole.

"Climb onto him and put his cock into your cunt." Said the best man.

As I climbed onto the groom, I gasped as I felt his pulsing member press itself into my cunt. When he was completely sheathed inside of me, I rubbed my clit against him and was shocked when I felt someone slap my ass, hard.

"No action without a command!!" I then realized that they really meant absolutely no action, not even a tiny movement.

Someone, I assume it was the best man, climbed on top of me and rammed his eight-inch cock into my asshole without warning. I wanted to cry out, but didn't wanted to be hit again.

I was then told to fill my last hole with the kid's huge cock. I did so gladly and took all 12 inches into my mouth. The man in my ass took the lead, moving himself in and out of me. Every time he slammed into me, the groom's cock pulled out of my soaking hole and I deep throated the kid. When the cock pulled out of my ass, the man it was attached pulled my body backwards with hands on my considerable hips. This pulled me off the kid and slammed me back onto the groom. This went on for about five minutes until the kid started moaning that he was going to come. Everything stopped and the kid was sent out of the room.

One of the guys said, "Any slut who can bring a guy to the point of coming that fast using only her mouth is definitely worth fucking."

The others agreed and they all had a turn riding me into the couch until I was so filled with come I was going to need a bucket when I stood up. Then they called the kid back in and he proceeded to fuck me awkwardly, but deeply with a lot of coaching. I had managed to keep myself from coming up until this point, but the deep, hard fucking that I was getting from the kid's huge cock was just too much for me. Luckily, the kid shot his load deep into my hole just as I came so I wasn't punished for coming without permission.

The guys then proceeded to give my cunt the fifteen greatest tongue jobs ever, even sucking out some of the come. By the time they were done, they were all hard and ready again. They got into five groups and each group fucked all my holes until I was so full of come I thought I would burst.

Then it was time for private, individual fucks. Each guy would get 20 minutes alone with me in the bedroom. They would start with the kid and end with the groom.

The kid told me to lie spread-eagle on my back on the bed and not move at all. He then spent fifteen minutes exploring my body. He sucked on my tits and then tongue fucked my cunt and ass. Then he stuffed my sopping cunt with his huge cock and fucked me until he came, just as the next guy started knocking on the door.

The next guy, as it turned out, had been initiated into the world of sex at a very early age by his mother. He rode my cunt for the full twenty minutes with me shouting encouragement like, "You can do it, Son." And "Harder, Son, fuck your mommy harder!"

The next guy brought in a long, thick dildo that I thought would go into one of my holes, but instead it went into his bisexual ass while I pounded myself up and down on his cock.

The next three guys were into bondage. One had me on my back, one had me on my stomach, and the third had me tie him to the bed while I screwed him for twenty minutes.

The next four wanted to experience the reality of my blowjobs to see if they were really as good as the kid had said. Apparently, I was good because I brought each of them to screaming orgasms and back to readiness again with the twenty-minute time frame.

The next two were identical twins with matching, thick eight-inch cocks. They said that they had always fucked the same girl at the same time so they agreed to combine their turns. They were both much taller than me and while they fucked my ass and pussy with their wonderful cocks they played tonsil hockey with each other over my head.

The next guy just wanted straight vanilla sex. He let me move, participate, and even let me come.

The best man came in next carrying a black bag. When he opened it, I saw an assortment of sexual toys and gadgets. I had no name for many of the items in the bag, but what he took out of the bag were some silken ropes, several small padded clamps and two chains of different lengths. He used the ropes to tie me spread-eagle to the headboard and footboard. Next, he clamped my nipples and connected them with the shorter length of chain. I cried out involuntarily when the first clamp began to squeeze, so he slapped me and proceeded to gag me. Then he spread my pussy lips, exposing my overly sensitized clit so he could clamp it, too. He attached second chain to the middle of the first one, shortened it so that it only had a few links' worth of slack, and then attached it to the clamp on my clit. Every time I breathed deeply, the chains linking the clamps pulled and caused pain so intense that it made me want to cry. He suddenly shoved a short, thick dildo into my ass and slammed himself into my cunt, which caused my clit to pull on my nipples. He then gave me the most amazing fuck I'd ever had. The pain, which had started out as excruciating, suddenly became incredibly erotic. He undid his handiwork when he pulled himself, limp, out of my cunt. He tossed his toys into his bag, kissed me on the forehead, and walked out.

The groom walked in a few minutes later carrying a bag like the best man's and I cringed inwardly because I didn't think I could handle another fuck like the one I'd just finished. I was relieved when he only took a couple of dildos out. When he came closer I saw that one was actually a vibrator with a controller attached with a cord. He put the dildo in my ass, mounted me, sheathed himself within my cunt, and then stretched my pussy to its limits by shoving the vibrator in too. He switched it onto 'low' and began to move in and out of me. I tightened my cunt and was slapped hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. Five minutes later, he turned the vibrator up to 'med' and I came in a burst that nearly shoved him out of me. He slapped me again and this time my head smacked against the headboard. After another five minutes of fucking, he turned it up again, this time to 'hi' and I tightened up to come again and he slapped me.

"Don't come until I say so, bitch!" He was breathing heavily and pounding in and out of me harder than ever. I could hardly control myself with the long, thick dildo shoved deep into my ass and the high-powered dildo and pounding cock in my pussy. Just when I could hold it no longer, I got lucky and he said, "Come now, you stupid, fat, whore!" I came and he came and then he told me to lick all the come off of his cock. While I did this, he started shoving the dildo in and out of my ass and then he took the vibrator, still set on 'hi,' out of my cunt and shoved that into my already stuffed asshole. I started coming and coming and he started drinking my come and tonguing my cunt and massaging my swollen, super-sensitive clit.

I was in the throes of a massive series of orgasms when I heard the door open and sensed eyes on me, but didn't dare look around for fear of getting slapped yet again. The other guys started cheering the groom on and making bets as to how long he could keep me coming. After what seemed like an eternity of coming, everything suddenly stopped. I heard guys muttering and vaguely heard a woman's voice. The groom moved away from me and I dared a look behind me. A beautiful woman stood in the doorway with a horrified look on her face. I was betting that I was the first she had ever seen actually doing whore's work.

The best man came up behind her and said, "I'm sorry. I thought you would home later today."

"Well you thought wrong. I said you could have the party here because I thought it would just be the normal bachelor party thing. You know, strippers and cigars, not a whore getting fucked blind and tortured with toys!"

"'Tortured' is a little strong, don't you think?"

"I want all of you out of this apartment immediately! That goes for you too, you fucking pig!" She told the best man. Then she came over to me and turned off the vibrator and took it and the dildo out of my aching ass.

"Are you the best man's girlfriend or something?" I said, relieved to be able to talk again.

"Hell, no. I don't know why anyone ever goes out with that pervert. I've seen his collection of 'toys.' It looks like he only used the clamps and ropes on you. I saw the last whore he had. She came out bloody from his games. I'm his roommate. I also happen to be a lesbian. I'm going to go get a hot bath ready so you can get cleaned off and cleaned out."

"Thank you. I don't usually do the controlling types, but I couldn't resist all of their big, cocks."

"While you're in the tub, I'm going to dispose of their toys."

As I relaxed in the steamy bathroom, I heard her rummaging around in the rest of the apartment, dropping things into a plastic bag. I heard her leave and then come back again.

She knocked on the bathroom door. "Mind if I come in?"

"No, not at all." I could see that she had changed her clothes. She was now wearing a man's undershirt with a v-neck that came down low enough to show the swell of her generous breasts. The shirt was worn so thin that I could see the rose of her nipples and the dark triangle of her pubic hair. The tub was a Jacuzzi and I found myself hoping that she would turn it on and press my swollen and bruised clit against the warm flow of bubbles and water and then let me come when I was ready.

Something must have shown in my eyes because she turned the dial on the control panel on to 'low' and climbed into the tub with me. The water made her already see-through shirt completely transparent. She stripped it off and reached out to massage my bruised nipples. Her other hand went to my still sore and stretched out pussy.

"Do you mind if I use one of my toys on you?"

"As long as you are gentle and let me come whenever I want to."

"Of course" With that, she pulled a strap-on, double headed dildo from a cupboard near the tub. She put one end in her pussy and strapped the harness around herself. And then pulled me on top of her. "Do whatever makes you feel good. Don't worry about whether you are pleasing me."

I proceeded to fuck myself on the slender dildo, reveling in the feel of control over my own body once again. We both came several times before we removed the dildo and took turns pressing each other's bodies against the Jacuzzi jets and fingering each other's assholes. Once we could no longer move without shuddering, we got cleaned up and went back to the bedroom to sleep for the day.



The Bachelor Party



The party was everything I expected it to be. Not one to enjoy large social gatherings, the party itself was something of a bore for me. My guests were co-workers and friends from out of state, and they were enjoying it so much more then I was. Hey, just because it's my party doesn't mean that I want to ruin other people's fun. I'd smile, laugh, and act like I was enjoying the party as much as the others were, but I would've rather it been just myself and a few close friends doing the same activities.

It was the typical send off for a man about to be married. Porno movies on a rented wide screen, loud music playing though every room of the house, blow up dolls posed in humorous and suggestive fashions, that sort of thing. I was also pretty sure the guys hired me a stripper too. It was getting kind of late and the keg was getting a little low, so I know the girl had to be late. A couple of my friends who masterminded the party were talking in the corner and gesturing to the clock. She was definitely running late.

As if on cue, there was a light knock at the front door, barely audible over the music. If I was lost in the party and as drunk as my guest, I too would've missed it. Luckily though, I caught it, and I seemed to be the only one. I had to smack Mike on the leg to pull him away from the porno to tell him to answer the door. As he stood up, he kicked the coffee table holding about six half-full cups of beer. The accompanying shouts of disproval were cut short by the ringing of the doorbell. "Entertainment's here," Mike shouted as he wove his way though the seated guests. Smiling to each other, my party guests all grabbed chairs and started pulling them into a wide circle around the coffee table. Another group of my guests started clearing the empty cups of beer off the coffee table and pulling the table out of the circle, propping it against the wall in the corner. The speed and efficiency everyone worked with made me think of a colony of worker ants. By the time the girl stepped foot into the living room, the seats were set up for a show, and she had plenty of room to dance, all without blocking anyone's view.

She was shorter then I expected, about Catherine's height. She had short blonde hair and was wearing a black leather mask. I guess the stripper had a day job, or she lived in the area, or likely had some other reason for not being identified. Her figure was a lot like Catherine's too. It was covered in a stereotypical trench coat; the kind flashers would wear to easily expose themselves out in public. The black leather boots that covered her legs all the way up to and under the trench coat teased to something exciting under it. She wasn't naked under it, but she obviously didn't have much on. At a second glance, the blonde bobbed hair was a wig... and though she wore a mask, I recognized some other familiar features on her face.

It was definitely Catherine, my soon to be wife. I took a moment to scan the faces around me to see if anyone else recognized her. No one seemed to notice, most of their eyes were running from her feet to her head, imagining what was under that trench coat. I turned back in time to catch her eye and give her a knowing little smirk. A smile crossed her face as she noticed my smile, as well as the effect her presence had on me already. We had talked about this before. I told her all I wanted for my bachelor party was to have her as the stripper, but I never thought she'd go through with it. Here she was though, the only female in a house full of drunk and horny men.

"How's everyone doing tonight?" She cooed in a voice that sounded like she was teaching a bunch of early elementary students. As she asked, she played with a riding crop, bending it between her hands. The effect of the visual and audible stimulation sent the party guests into a roar. I just smirked wide at the way my fiancée had taken control of the room. She seemed to look around, lording over the group until her eyes fell on me. 

Her mood changed at once. She quickly snapped rigid and asked, "How about drinks? Shouldn't we all have drinks?" She wanted to postpone what she was about to do. She was either trying to build the anticipation or just to buy herself some time. Without waiting for anyone to respond, she marched into the kitchen where the hard liquor was located. 

Watching her make a beeline for the table caused someone to ring out in understanding. "Shots," he yelled. I didn't know who it was, nor did I care. I was just as entranced at Catherine's presence as all the other drunken partiers. "We should do shots," he continued as he bolted for the sink. My shot glass was still full of rum someone poured me earlier. I scooped it up off the coffee table and turned back to the kitchen in time to see someone tugging at Catherine's trench coat. She gave him a playful swat on the hands with her riding crop and said something only he could hear.

She flung something from her purse to another guest causing him to push his way out of the crowd that followed her every movement, opening a lane for me to move up beside her. There must've been some clean, empty shot glasses on the table because I saw her throw back a shot as I moved beside her. I placed my shot in front of her as she swallowed the first mouthful of alcohol. She looked around to see who was giving her alcohol, probably because all the alcohol was in front of her, and she didn't see anyone pour her another drink.

"How about a little more liquid courage?" I asked. It was an inside joke that only her and I understood, but it was enough to let her know what was in the glass.

"Why not," was her reply. She spread her arms wide on the table and bent low. She slowly opened her lips and took the entire shot glass into mouth. She pressed her lips all the way to the table before clamping down on it and throwing her head back. In one gulp she swallowed the contents of the glass. Her head came back down level to look into my eyes, and then she spit the glass to the floor in my general direction and smiled. The room erupted in cheers.

"All right sugar," She spoke, staring into my eyes. "Seeing as how you're the guest of honor, you get a front row seat. Lets get this show going." More cheers erupted from around her. She took my hand in hers and led me back to the living room where the chairs where set up in a circle. She walked me to the far end of room, allowing the guests to all fill in behind her and pushed me into an armchair as her music started.

"Don't I get a lap dance?" I ask, wanting a moment close to her to find out what exactly her intentions were.

"Sure, you can have a lap dance," She answered. She put her hands on her hips while the song began building momentum. "Just remember, you can look but you can't touch."

Her hips started swaying, finding time with the music. Her hands on her hips accentuated the whole performance, giving definition to her swaying body. Her knees bent lower to give her a wider side to side sway. The only sound audible in the room was the loud dance beat from her mix tape. Every eye in the room was trained on those hypnotic hips of hers.

She preformed a step turn in time with the music, turning her back to me. Her head was turned as she watched my reactions to her dancing. She slid her hands from her hips to her ass while she continued to sway with the music. She rubbed her ass while she danced, cheating the bottom of her trench coat up as she swayed side to side. I could see the tops of her boots now, ending just behind her knees. I could also see the fishnet stockings she wore under them, but I didn't see how far up went.

Her hands left her ass, allowing the bottom of the trench coat to drop back and cover her past her knees. I noticed movement on the other side of her and saw the tails of the trench coat belt flailing around. She was untying the belt the held her trench coat closed. She turned her head to scan the room before she threw open the trench coat to the thunderous cheers and applause of the party guests. From behind I could see that she wore a short black skirt that ended half way down her milky thighs, a pink mesh shirt from our closet at home, and a black leather bra under it.

Catherine snapped her legs together and placed her riding crop just under her ass. She bent forward and looked back at me. I could see where the black mesh stocking ended, but with her holding the skirt down with the riding crop, I couldn't see what she was wearing under it. I had a pretty good idea that she had a garter belt on, as she had her stockings clipped into it. She pumped her ass up and down, her knees parted wide as she brought it low to the ground. Another cheer from across the room announced my party guests got a peek up her skirt when she dropped her ass. Catherine took her eyes off of me and smiled at the guests across the room.

She straightened up and locked eyes with the guest directly across the circle from me. Slowly she slinked her way to the other side and stood in front of him. Lifting one leg up, she pinned the guy to his seat, placing the heel of her boot into his shoulder and leaning hard into him. "Did you like what you saw?" Catherine cooed at him while she caressed his face with the leather end of the riding crop.

"Yea... Yeah," he stammered, unsure if he was permitted at this close range to allow his eyes to drop from hers. Catherine straightened up from him, taking some of the pressure off of his shoulder, but not removing her boot from him. Taking this action as a sign, the man dropped his gaze from her face to peek up her skirt.

"Naughty boy," Catherine gasped as she playfully slapped him across the face with her riding crop. The slap was loud, but all could see she meant no harm in the action. The kids face reddened where the crop hit him, but he showed no signs of being in pain. As an act of kindness, Catherine rubbed the red mark lightly with the leathery riding crop. She playfully dropped the tip of it, rubbing down his neck, down across his chest, and let it dip to the bulge in the boy's pants. She blatantly stared at his crotch as she rubbed up and down the side of the bulge with the riding crop, smiling wide with her tongue pressed into the roof of her mouth. Her eyes returned to his and she smiled big and playful at him as she turned to stride across the room to me, once more.

Now facing me, I can honestly say I've never seen the black leather bra before. The wide, purpose-filled steps made her skirt bounce, and I too was treated to the sight of her black, satiny panties. I wondered if I was going to be treated with a slap across the face too. A few steps in front of me though, she stopped and dropped to her hands and knees. Catherine crawled the last few feet to me, eyeing me with lust. She crawled to my legs and put her hands on my lap, sliding her fingernails up my thighs as she brought them to the button on my jeans. She pulled open the button and ripped the zipper down while she brought her face into my lap. The crowd around the room let out another loud cheer, but all Catherine did was whip her face back and throw her hair over her shoulder. The crowd let out a combined "Awwww..." that made both myself and Catherine smile. She then proceeded to give a mock blowjob while her hands fished around inside my jeans, gently tugging down my pants.

"What ever happened to the no touching rule?" I asked, amused by the lack of hesitation.

"That only applies to you," She retorted. "I can touch who ever I want."

She finally managed to pull my jeans down to my knees and stood up. She again turned her back on me and started dancing again. Slowly she danced from side to side in front of me. Her hand roamed all over her body, from her head down to her knees. She ran her fingers through her hair; she ran her palms over her face and down her neck. She pressed her tits together to another accompanying cheer from the crowd around the room. She then let her hands drop back to her ass to give me a private show. Her hands went under the skirt and played with the bottom of her ass cheeks. She then started playing a little higher, causing the skirt to ride up. I saw the bare flesh of her ass cheeks and knew she was wearing a thong. Catherine's hand went back to the bottom of the skirt and pulled it high over waist giving me a full view of her wonderful ass.

Still with the back of the skirt high in the air she turned to give the room a full view of the wonders under her skirt. Again, another accompanying cheer rang out. She made a full circle and brought her ass down on my lap. The thin material of my boxers transmitted the soft feel of her flesh well as she ground on my crotch. I could feel a familiar warmth emanating from under the thong that she wore and I knew she was enjoying this show more then she'd ever admit to me, and probably more then she'd ever admit to herself.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered into her ear as she rode me in a mock sexual position. 

"Why?" she asked back in a voice only I could hear over the music. "I thought this is what you wanted. I'm here giving you an early wedding present."

"Can't you feel that I want this?" I responded gesturing with my hips. She ground hard and long on my shaft, letting a quite moan escape her lips. "What kind of wedding present is this? How far are you going to take this?"

"As far as it goes," was all she would say. With that said she stood up and started walking around the circle of guests. She smiled at them all as she made her rounds, walking close enough to brush the guests with her crop. The adventurous guests who reach out to touch her leg as she walked past earned an extra swat, as well as an extra devilish smile for their efforts.

She returned to me after making the entire circuit and looked down on me with the same devilish grin she gave the brave few who tried to touch her. She slowly stepped away from me, towards the center of the circle. I thought that she was going to begin stripping again once she made it to the center, but I was wrong. She did pause, but only long enough to eye the entire room full of guests. Slowly she turned away from me and walked to the kid directly across from me, the one she put the boot into earlier.

Catherine looked down at him, looked down at the bulge that was still in his pants and smiled widely again. She turned around to face me, and sat herself down in his lap and began giving him the same kind of lap dance she had just given me. She ground hard in his lap, her back arching giving off the impression she was receiving great ecstasy from the encounter. Her eyes were boring into me, either asking me permission or asking if I was enjoying my show. A slight incline of my head was the only answer I could give her, and it was the only answer she needed. Her eyes broke away from mine as she threw back her head and began moaning in the kid's ear. The look on his face was of sheer delight. Slowly, as if testing if she'd smack him again, he brought his hands up and placed them on either side of her legs. The response he got shocked him, as well as me. Catherine, instead of smacking him or pulling away, began grinding harder and faster into him, her moans were louder too. All this excitement encouraged the kid further. He brought his hands up her sides, up from her thighs, up to her breasts. The squeal Catherine let out was of surprised pleasure, but again, she did nothing to halt his advances.

Completely brazen, the kid brought one hand up to turn Catherine's face to him, while the other continued to roam on her body. Catherine forced her mouth over his so fast he was momentarily disoriented, but soon caught up to her kiss. There it was, right in front of my face, the object of countless fantasies of mine, happening in a room full of people. The twitch in my crotch made what once was as hard as steel, now as hard as diamond. The kid's hand began roaming down from Catherine's face to continue to play with her tit, while the other one roamed lower. It crossed her stomach and played along the waistband of her skirt. Catherine's kisses became wilder and more passionate as the kid teased her. When his hand began sinking underneath the skirt, she broke off the kisses and bolted to her feet. She took a moment to study my demeanor and noticed the full mast my boxers had become. She smiled even wider then she had earlier and made her way back to the center of the room.

"Whew," Catherine toyed with the room while waving a hand in front of her face. "It's hot in here. Could anyone get me a bottle of water?" Aluminum folding chairs were thrown out of the way as several members of my party raced from them to get her a bottle of water. While the room WAS hot, and she probably did have a dry throat from the moaning she did, I knew Catherine was up to something else involving the water.

"She's really thirsty," I called to the people running to the kitchen. "Bring her a big bottle." Catherine looked me in the eye and smiled, knowing I was in on the next stunt.

Catherine's recent associate was one of the party members racing from the room to the kitchen leaving her to eye out another victim. Careful to avoid my eye contact, she scanned the room until her eyes fell on a group of three kids talking amongst themselves instead of having their full attention on her. With a determined march, Catherine set off straight towards them.

"Excuse me." she said. "I'm the entertainment here, so you WILL keep your attention on me." Her stance was an intimidating one. Catherine had her fists pressing into her hips, and the hand holding the riding crop began turning white from her grip. The three young men didn't offer an excuse for talking among themselves. Abashed they sat before her, their features resembling that of scared puppies.

Now having the room's full attention once again, it was time for Catherine's next move. With the boys sitting so rigidly in their seats, Catherine took the opportunity to step into the center boys lap and pull herself up. His chair wasn't a hastily erected aluminum chair set out for the party. Instead it was part of the room's actual furnishings; a wide recliner the kid was using by himself. Catherine had plenty of room to place her feet on either side of the kid's legs and stand.

Once in a standing position, Catherine found time with the rhythm from her dance tape. She rolled her hips and bent backwards as far as she could without losing balance. Her stomach rolled with the music and sweat glistened on her form. Catherine's hands held high above her head to give her balance and emphasize the dancing, began descending down her sides. Her thumbs hooked into the sides of her skirt and slowly began to pull it down over her ass. She played with it in time with the music, pulling it down with every beat and back up a little on every rest.

Catherine's previous associate returned from the kitchen with a large bottle of water. He waited in the doorway watching her dance on another kids lap until the skirt fell away from her hips. Catherine looked around the room again, making sure she had everyone's attention. Her eyes fell on her previous victim. She smiled and reached out a hand towards him, beckoning him to join her. The man strode across the room, through the circle of chairs, and stood behind Catherine.

"Thanks sugar," Catherine said with a smile while taking the water bottle. She bent and twisted awkwardly allowing the light to gleam off her nearly bare ass cheeks. She smiled wickedly in my direction, knowing that I was enjoying every moment of the show. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I wondered if the smile was because she could hear it. Adrenalin was coursing through my veins causing me to shiver and shake. My pants were still down below my ass and my erection was threatening to push through my boxers, but I wouldn't dare cover up. I was afraid that to do so might give off the wrong impression and bring the show to a crashing halt. Besides, no one in the room was going to look at me. Not so long as the entertainment was flirting with everyone.




The Bachelor Party



Catherine took the bottle of water and brought it to her lips. She took a few deep gulps while the boy under her looked up and down her body. Slowly, with the bottle still turned upside down in her mouth, Catherine parted her lips. The water ran out of her mouth, cascaded down her chest, and ran over her pelvis. Her hips stopped their gyration as water began to pour off of her and onto the kid beneath her. Without thought, the kid opened his mouth and began to drink from the fountain that was my fiancée. Slowly, in an effort to catch every drop of water, he leaned forward bringing his mouth ever close to Catherine's spouting crotch. The kid pointed his tongue out and pressed it into her drenched panties. Playfully he licked up and down, letting the water roll into his mouth, he began licking her clit.

The effect of the kids tongue probing through her panties, pressing into her must've been more then Catherine expected. She stopped pouring the water down herself and began to rub herself onto the kids tongue, matching his up and down, back and forth movement. Even from where I sat, I could see her chest begin to raise and fall with more desire. Her fingers began to curl and flex, and she let her riding crop drop to the floor. Her empty hand reached out and grasped the kid's hair, pulling him closer, deeper, into her crotch. Her breath was coming quicker and she began to moan.

Not forgetting the man behind her, Catherine set the kid in front of her to a pace she desired and removed her hand from him. She turned her head and eyed the man behind her with lustful intentions. Her hand shot back and gripped the front of the man's shirt, pulling him closer. She leaned forward over the kid lapping her through her panties and brought the water bottle back up, but not to her lips. She began spilling the water on the back of her neck, and letting it run down her back.

It took the man a moment to comprehend what she wanted. He watched the water splash down her back, run over her thongs waist band, and down over her ass. Still looking back to him, Catherine released his shirt and began running her hand up and down her back, letting the water run over it. She teased at her waist line, running a finger under it, and allowing the water to run directly underneath the fabric. She then reached back, gripping the man by the hair and pulled his face directly into the stream cascading over her waist. Her earnest told me she was getting close to her climax and she wanted a little more stimulation to put her over the edge.

Fully in the game, the man smiled and chuckled at Catherine's forcefulness. He kissed her back through the mesh shirt; he brought his hands up to rub the wet flesh around the thong underwear. He traced the unity knot Catherine had tattooed on her back, just above her waist, and then descended lower. He skipped past the elastic on her thong and began kissing her ass cheeks with full passionate kisses. 

Catherine adjusted her angle to allow him to work even lower. She balanced herself on the tips of her toes, forcing the kid lapping her water drenched panties to tilt his head back steeply. The man behind her was quicker to follow her lead this time. He dragged his tongue to the center of her thong and pressed his tongue into the fabric. Like her lover on the front, he began licking up and down, testing his boundaries. 

Again, Catherine intervened on his behalf. She let the forgotten water bottle drop to the floor, spilling its contents onto the carpet. With both of her hands now free, she brought them to her ass and spread her cheeks wide. The man continued to follow the fabric lower until he found what he was looking for. Not to let something get in the way of his goal, the man pulled aside the fabric thong, and began to swirl his tongue around, pressing it into Catherine's ass. Following the man behind Catherine's lead, the kid in front pulled the thong further to the side and began licking again.

The sudden lack of a buffer between Catherine's erogenous zones and the probing tongues set her off into her first orgasm. She came loud and hard, the shuddering of her body caused her licking lovers to stop their lapping. The end of her climax brought Catherine to her knees, draping her limp form over the kids shoulder. 

The man behind her pulled at her mesh shirt, bringing it up and forcing her to react to the undressing. She pulled herself away from the kids' torso and lifter her arms, allowing the shirt to be brought up and off. Taking a moment to reorganize herself, Catherine's eyes made another circuit of the room, taking in the looks of the party guests as well as my expression. 

Remembering where she was and what she was doing, Catherine's eyes narrowed and became ravenous again. She turned back to kid whose lap she was sitting on and attacked him viciously with kisses. She began grinding on her third lap of the evening while her lips were locked on his. Franticly, she ran her nails across the kids' chest, tearing at his shirt. Crawling backwards, Catherine slunk off of his lap and to the floor. The transition from the kids lap to the floor broke their kiss. Now she franticly worked at undoing his belt and pants.

When her work was complete, Catherine's hands dove into the kids pants. After a moment of wrestling, she managed to free his cock. She eyed it with desire while she worked a hand up and down the shaft. Her eyes followed her slow hand movement up, and then back down once more before pouncing on it. Wrapping a hand around the base, Catherine devoured it. Her mouth hungrily fed on the cock, moving up and down at a deliberate pace. 

The man behind Catherine wasn't willing to miss out on the action. With Catherine bent over on all fours in front of him, he took the opportunity to slide her panties down to her knees. Without even slowing, Catherine raised to her toes allowing the man to pull the thong to her ankles and then off as she returned to her knees. The man behind her unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. Kneeling down behind her, he began probing her body. Having a hard cock pressed into her caused Catherine to stop the blow job she was giving and look back. Instead of looking behind her to the man about to fuck her, her eyes turned directly to me. They looked scared and almost pleading.

"Sorry," Catherine moaned out loud as the man behind her began to slide in. Seeing the forgiving twitch in my boxers sent her over the edge for the second time this night. She thunderously orgasm'd around her new lovers cock, and continued to stroke the one that was in her hand as she howled with delight.

Before her orgasm subsided, Catherine's mouth was back at work on her young lover. Her bobs were punctuated with an extra shove, as her whole body was rocking from the force of the man behind her. He fucked her savagely, and her blow job to he kid in front matched its speed. Reaching out, the man fucking Catherine undid her bra and let it slip down her arms.

"Maybe we should've hired him to be the stripper," a voice from beside me stated.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"She didn't really take off any clothes herself other then the skirt and the jacket." 

He had a point. The statement left me wondering; just what did Catherine have in mind when she got dressed for the evenings events. Did she come here expecting to fuck my friends, or had this just happened instead of the dancing. I was left to believe that she showed up meaning to dance, otherwise, she wouldn't have shown up with the dance music.

"Are you saying you'd rather watch her dance than this?" I asked back in her defense. I didn't get a reply. Our attention was turned back to the sex scene unfolding before us. My fiancée was naked before us, on her hands and knees servicing one of my friends, while another one fucked her from behind.

All the evening's excitement was too much for the man fucking her. It wasn't long after I spoke in her defense that the man's thrusts were becoming erratic. I knew, as did Catherine that he was about to cum. She fucked back on him hard a few more times and then pulled away, just before the first burst of fluid was released. The man reached down as Catherine watched, and stroked the last few strokes out of him, emptying his load onto her still moist back.

The short but intense fucking Catherine received was more of a warm up for her. With a hungry look in her eye, she looked up to the kid she was sucking off. She stopped giving the kid head and began rising to her feet. The fresh load of cum on her back ran down her ass, following the path the water set for her. "More," was the only explanation she offered as she crawled into the kids lap. Reaching down she guided the lubed up cock into herself with a sigh of pleasure.

With a fresh partner fucking her, Catherine needed something to do with her hands and her mouth. Reaching out on either side of her, she began to paw at the other two members of the group. Pulling the one on her left to his feet, Catherine savagely kissed him, while she wasted no time going straight to others crotch. "Take off your pants," she told the one she was kissing, while her right hand fumbled with the others zipper. Her left hand dropped to the lever operating the reclining part of the chair and threw it into a reclined position. In no time, Catherine was bouncing on her young lover, while stroking another, and sucking on her second cock of the evening.

"You know what dude," the guy beside me began. "Fuck this. I'm joining in." And with that, he rose and walked over to the entertainment center. On the top of it was a bottle of lube used in some drunken game with the blow up dolls. He took the lube, walked to the center of the circle, and stripped.

Meanwhile, only feet away, Catherine was getting lost in her sex act. The force of her head bobbing was causing clumps of brown hair to fall out from under her wig. The way she savagely forced her mouth over the head of their cocks, while twisting her hand up and down their shafts told me she wanted to make them cum soon. She was absently grinding on top of her young lover, neglecting him and making sure he was the last to go.

Suddenly, she felt an embrace. Another arm, one she hadn't counted on wrapped around her and latched onto one of her swinging tits, bringing her grinding to a halt. She then felt it, another cock being pushed into her, but this one was parting the tightness of her ass cheeks. Catherine tried to protest, pulling her mouth off the cock she was sucking, but a strong hand grabbed her by her wig and forced her back down on it. 

The force in which her head was pushed probably would've hurt, except that it completely took the wig off her head. Now, all her unique, long brown hair was exposed to a room full of people who will see her on her wedding day. I didn't think Catherine could get any more naked, but I was wrong. Before she was naked and fucking in a room full of guys, now she was exposed. I was glad, for both of our sakes, that no one had a camera or a camcorder. I was hoping that everyone was drunk enough to just write her off as a stripper, and not someone they recognized.

Catherine had more to worry about at the moment than if anyone recognized her. The man taking her from behind was slowly shoving his dick up her ass. And he was forcing her oral lover's dick far enough down her throat, all she could do was concentrate on breathing to keep from biting it. Inch by inch the cock was pushed further up her ass causing the hand on her right hand man to fly from his dick and scratch deep lines across his stomach.

The backdoor man found his niche and began to slowly withdrawn, just to fuck back in deep again. Finally, Catherine could breathe, and when she did it was a low growl of pleasure as another orgasm was making its way into her system. With a man slowly fucking her ass, another one taking it upon him self to push in and out of her from below, and another one in her mouth, she became a primal beast. Using the man fucking her ass for rhythm, she steadied herself and found a groove to give everyone in and around her equal pleasure. 

She was bobbing back and forth deeply on the man on her lefts cock when the orgasm finally washed over her. It was another earth shattering orgasm, leaving her mouth paralyzed open and the rhythm of the anal sex the only thing pushing her back and forth on it. He began coming before Catherine even finished her silent moan, the first wave hitting her deep in her throat. The forced act of swallowing brought Catherine back to her sense while the man spurt wave after wave into her mouth. A deep rumble escaped from her throat as she clamped her lips back around the cock. She twisted her hand over the shaft, draining it of every last drop before swallowing it all down.

She didn't waste any time moving to the cock on her right. Hungrily, she devoured it, while staring up intently into the owners eyes. Catherine brought her hands back down to her ass to spread her cheeks wide for her backdoor lover, allowing him to fuck deeper into her ass while she rode the man under her hard. The man behind her had to steady himself to fuck her harder and faster. Using the garter belt as reins he fucked her wildly, and the primal grunts escaping Catherine's throat told the room she loved it.

The man in Catherine's mouth was no match for her oral skills. When Catherine wanted to make you cum, you came, and the way she was working her latest oral victim was a frenzy to finish him quickly. She worked her hand and mouth in tandem at a blinding pace, and soon she had her pay-off. His breathing came fast and heavy, but he reached up and stopped Catherine's work. He took is cock in his own hand and withdrew it from her mouth. Free from her oral duties, Catherine focused on the two penetrating her from below.

The man above Catherine was working himself to his own end. He stroked himself off while Catherine watched with anticipation and increasing desire. He began to moan, unleashing his cum onto her watching form. He came with no regards to where is semen fell, just that he made sure it was on her. Cum splashed Catherine's face and shoulders, it dripped on to her tits and landed in her hair. Still the man went on. More and more hit her on the cheek and on her chin. Catherine took the whole thing stoically. She was more focused on the two cocks thrusting in and out of her to worry about where it fell. Spent, the man withdrew to go and wash up, leaving Catherine with two final lovers.

"Wait," Catherine gasped. "Stop, I need to lie down." The pounding she received was taking its toll on her body. Working non-stop for most the night, she was growing tired. The men behind her obliged by slowing to a stop and withdrawing. Slowly, Catherine stood and made her way back to the center of the circle. She took a moment to wipe cum from around her mask and nose, all while staring at me, before lying down on the floor.

The kid from the chair didn't waste any time in moving to join her. He was crawling between her legs only moments after her butt hit the floor. Catherine accepted his advance by raising her ass off the carpet to give him a better access point. With in a moment he was back inside her thrusting away. Catherine propped her head up and watching the pounding she took from her eager lover.

The man from behind her was busy wiping the lube from his dick with Catherine's skirt. Once it was an acceptable level of clean, he took a kneeling position at her side. He turned her gaze away from her pounding to him. Catherine's mouth was agape from the ecstasy she was receiving, and the man took the opportunity to fuck her mouth.

"Give me that thing," He said as he forcefully ripped the mask off Catherine's face. The last part of her disguise was flung to the far corner of the room, but Catherine, fully exposed now, didn't seem to care. She sucked him slower then the others, making sure to give him a fully pleasurable experience. Her eyes lingered in his while she gave him the most sensuous blow job of the night.

The kid fucking her was getting lost in his thrusts. While he had lasted the longest of the lovers, he was about to blow. Catherine made no movement to make him withdraw, and soon the kid was spurting his load inside of her. The erratic thrusts punctuated by the throbbing for the coming cock sent her into oblivion for the final time that night. 

Unlike when she came earlier with others cocks in her mouth, she didn't release her lip lock from this one. She moaned deeply around her backdoor man's cock. The vibration around it was too much for him to take. He pulled himself from Catherine's oral grip and began stroking himself.

"Open your mouth," he commanded of her, which she obliged without hesitation. Much like the last time she received a load on her face, the man didn't care where it landed. The first two shots landed squarely over her eyes, forcing her to close them for the remainder of his orgasm. After the first two errant shots, the man's aim improved. He emptied a majority of his load into her open mouth, and the last few drop dripped onto her neck.

Getting to his feet, the man continued to rub his cock, working every last drop out of it and onto Catherine's laying form. He gathered his cloths and began dressing himself, but Catherine wasn't moving.

"Dude," he said to me. "You going to fuck that?"

"I can't," I shrugged at him. "I got Catherine. She'd kill me if she ever found out I slept with a stripper at my party."

"She's never going to know. That's why we didn't allow anyone to bring cameras."

"She's more resourceful then you might think," was my only offered explanation. He obviously didn't know Catherine was lying in the middle of the floor with cum matted in her hair, running down her face, pooling on her neck, and running out of her reddened vagina. She continued to lay there motionless aside from wiping the cum from her eyes and her chest heaving as she drew her breath.

Epilog

The wedding went off without a hitch. All the men from the bachelor party stopped by to tell Catherine how beautiful she looked and what a lucky man I was to have her. No one from the party recognized her, much to my relief.

After the reception, Catherine was still sore from the pounding she received two days prior. She confessed something to me that I thought was strange.

"I really wished," She began. "That your short forceful friend had recognized me."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Don't get me wrong, I would never date him, or think about leaving you for him. Personally, I think he's a dick and will remain a bachelor for the rest of his life," she paused. After a moment, I realized that she wasn't going to continue her statement without some prodding.

"Yes," I bid her to continue.

"I love you Ian, but I'm going to fuck him again. And the next time I do it, he's going to know it's me. Don't get shocked or upset, this was the chance you took when you begged me to be promiscuous. I'm going to fuck him again, and I'm not going to ambush him or wear a costume so he'll know it's me. His forcefulness is exciting and I'm going to make him think that he's seducing me."

Unsure of what to make of this confession, I sat there stunned. Catherine however took this opportunity to make her way to the dresser and remove something from the top drawer. She brought it to her face and put it on before turning to me. It was the mask she wore on the night of the bachelor party.

"Now," She said in a much more forceful voice then I was used to. "You ready to get naughty?"

The End.



The Bachelor Party



I have to tell somebody this story. I got a really weird phone call the other day. After the conversation was over, I was absolutely livid. I am not a vengeful person, but I was furious after receiving this call.

Let me start from the beginning.

My name is Niki and I'm engaged to marry Daniel Morgan, my high school sweetheart tomorrow afternoon. I just turned 20 years old, I'm 5'7"s tall and weigh about 135. I'm not trying to sound vain or conceited, but I am pretty hot looking according to all the guys that have tried to get into my panties over the years. Lots of guys showered me with their attention but I always knew Daniel was the only one for me. 

I have some pretty spectacular breasts, I really do. They are definitely my best asset, full, firm and proud, my 36C's have nipples that get like huge rubbery erasers when they get hard. I'm deeply tanned with sexy tan lines, a tummy that is flat and toned, long sexy legs and a gorgeous tight plump firm ass. Well actually, my ass is kind of big I think, but it's real firm and Daniel always told me it is perfect. He loves to pinch and goose it all the time. I keep my little kitty trimmed with a landing patch and Daniel always said I have the prettiest little pussy in the world.

I'm a natural blonde, my hair is to my shoulders and I have bangs. I'm a blue eyed country girl from Fort Worth, Texas and spend most of my free time in my parents backyard at my families swimming pool in my bikini sunbathing, with my I-pod on. I love goofing off and working on my tan, I'll admit, I'm a little lazy, I'm a spoiled little girl I guess. I do work a little part time job at the pharmacy by our house, but Daniel owns a refrigeration and air conditioning business and always said he wanted a stay home wife, so I knew my working days were coming to an end soon. 

We both agreed to some pre marital rules long ago, at my insistence, and I had no intention of breaking them. I'm really a good girl, and consider my morals a virtue, but you might not think so after reading this story. It was very important to me that we both remained virgins until our wedding night and that we both remained monogamous and faithful forever.

Daniel had been so sweet, patiently waiting for our first attempt at intercourse. It was a struggle for both of us, but he knew how important this was to me. He knew I came from a strict family, and was a traditionally raised, small town girl. Waiting for my wedding night was just everything to me. Like a fairy tale, it was going to be perfect, I really believed in it. He knew I was adamant about not going all the way and this has caused many an argument, but being faithful and being a virgin to each other was something I would not relinquish. 

I had held him off with blowjobs and hand jobs for the last 1 1/2 years, allowing him to lick on my kitty just a few times, but absolutely no penetration. He had never seen me completely nude before, I wouldn't allow that either. When I had to please him orally or allowed him to please me orally, I was especially shy about it and remained at least partially clothed or in a darkened atmosphere.

Don't get me wrong, I wanted the penetration too, I'm not a complete prude. Sometimes when he slurped on my clit, it took every ounce of restraint I had to stop it there. I fantasized about how it would feel on our wedding night and it just gave me a stronger constitution to wait.

We both discussed pre-marital intercourse and after some long discussions, he reluctantly agreed to wait until our honeymoon. He promised me I would be his first and only and I promised him I was his and his alone forever. I loved him even more for making that sacrifice for me.

Well, one night recently, I finally screwed up. In a moment of weakness, after promising myself to save it for my marriage all this time, I let Daniel have me for my first time ever. 

That night, after he slurped on my tight little shaved pussy at his apartment for 30 minutes, I crumbled. As I lay there basking in the after glow of my orally induced orgasm, Daniel, still unrelieved and erect, mounted me. I tried to push him away at first, telling him to stop, but he said he wouldn't do anything more than touch the tip to my pussy lips. He promised he wouldn't put it in, saying that he just wanted to rub the tip of his swollen cock around my pussy lips for just a second and then he would stop, but I fell apart like a cheap suit in moments. 

I couldn't help myself, it felt so good with his cock opening up my little virgin hole for the first time ever. I wanted to tell him to stop, really I did, but in the heat of the moment, I allowed him to probe just a little to see what it would feel like. I found I just couldn't get the word "stop" to come out of my mouth and let him continue to push the tip in and out. After a few minutes of teasing my pussy hole, I was so lost. I couldn't believe how good it felt. While he teased my pussy with just the tip of his 6 inch stiff cock, only poking and nudging the tip in, I groaned and succumbed to the pleasure and finally grabbing his ass, I pulled him into me all the way deep. At first, it really hurt bad as I felt my hymen tear, but in the next two minutes of his furious pounding before he came, I realized how good it felt and what I had been missing. I just wished he had lasted a little longer.

Afterwards I felt so guilty and ashamed. In just two minutes of lust, I had destroyed my childhood fantasy of being a virgin bride married to a virgin husband. I was really saving myself for my wedding night and just threw it all away for a couple of minutes of sin. I cried and blamed him, but he said that he was planning on stopping when I just pulled him in. I felt even guiltier knowing it was me that actually had broken our pact. Daniel consoled me, he was so sweet and said as far as he was concerned, he was still marrying a virgin. Honestly, it made me feel a little better and I loved him so for understanding.

The next few weeks everybody was so busy. My mom and sisters were helping me with the wedding arrangements and I was so excited. Rehearsal dinners were planned, visits to the priest, caterers, limo companies, everybody was working so hard.

That particular day was hectic as usual but I had a found few minutes to spare and was exhausted. I was getting a much needed short nap at home alone when I heard the phone ring.

"May I please speak to Niki," a female voice said.

Not recognizing the voice, I replied, "This is Niki, who is this?"

The woman on the other end continued, "Niki, you're probably not going to remember me, but we used to go to school together. This is Joanie Dawson."

"Oh, hi Joanie, of course I remember you, how are you doing?" I replied. 

I remembered Joanie Dawson. She was in some of my classes and while we had never been real close friends, I immediately remembered the time I had "rescued" her from a couple of stupid mean schoolboys, taunting her and calling her a "bitch" one day. She was in no real danger, but after I chastised the boys as fools and losers, they never bothered her again. I was kind of popular in school, being a cheerleader and the girlfriend of a football player, so those guys respected me enough to leave her alone.

Joanie was a very plain girl, a little chubby and wore too much makeup back then, but she minded her own business, was a very good student and was grateful that I stood up for her. I remember her crying as we left her tormentors, walking away hand in hand. She thanked me over and over saying if there was ever anything she could do for me, to let her know.

"I'm okay........uh.......can you talk for a second, I need to tell you something?" she finally cautiously replied.

"Sure Joanie, what's up," I quizzed her kind of interested now.

Joanie went into this long sad story about how things didn't work out at school and that she had dropped out and moved to Dallas. She told me her mother mentioned by phone to her last month, that my wedding notice was in the Fort Worth newspaper, and she congratulated me on finally marrying Daniel. She said she always knew we would end up together. She cautiously rambled around for a while on the phone and I patiently listened for the reason for her call.

"Well Niki, please don't think bad about me, but I kind of ended up dating a guy that runs an escort service in Dallas, in fact I kind of work for him too," she finally blurted out now silently waiting for my response.

I was shocked and didn't know how to respond, was she telling me she was an escort now? A prostitute? 

"Niki, are you still there?" Joanie asked due to my silence to her shocking declaration.

"Go on," I said as I just listened amazed with this story.

"He was telling me that he got a call for an escort the other day, for a bachelor party in Fort Worth this weekend for a bachelor named Daniel Morgan. Niki, I knew right away it was your Daniel," she reluctantly told me.

I was stunned by what I was hearing. This couldn't be true. Not my Daniel. He would never even consider this. He knew how I felt about waiting, monogamy and being faithful to each other. She must be mistaken.

After the shock settled in, I finally responded to her silence.

"Joanie, it must be another Daniel Morgan, I don't believe this, my Daniel would never do this to me," I pleaded defending him and our relationship.

"No Niki, I checked it out myself, it's your fiancee, I'm sure of it," she spoke almost as if she felt sorry for me.

Answering all my questions about this event, she went into great deal about the arrangements and what was expected to happen. I couldn't believe that he would do this behind my back. He had already told me that they had rented a hotel room and were just going to get drunk and hang out playing poker the night of his bachelor party.

After hearing all the details, I was shocked, it was Daniel alright. He had personally lined up a prostitute to cater to him, his 4 groomsmen and best man this Friday at a local hotel, which I already knew he had reserved for his little bachelor party.

The arrangement was that the escort would provide sexual services to each of friends and himself. I was incensed, my stomach was queasy and I felt betrayed. My fiancee was planning on cheating on me two nights before our wedding. I told you before, I am not a vengeful person, but I was furious after this call.

I managed to thank Joanie and the getting off the phone I cried until I was exhausted and then plotted my revenge. If this is what he wanted, then he would pay for it. That bastard planned on having sex with a prostitute less than 48 hours before I married him. I hated him for this.

The next day I called Joanie back and we had a long discussion. She candidly told me, that she never meant to hurt me, but she felt I should know. She told me she had never forgotten the day that I stood up for her in school.

I already had some kind of a plan in my head, not completely thought out yet, but some kind of revenge plan. I hadn't figured out quite all the details, but if Joanie would help me, I would get some revenge. I asked Joanie if she could arrange to get the booking for herself but she said she would never hurt me by having sex with my fiancee.

That's when I told her my plan.

"Joanie, please take the booking. I will go in with you or in your place. If my fiancee thinks he can cheat around on me, then I will put a stop to this. I'll make him pay for this, I will give him a bachelor party he will never forget and teach him a lesson too," I told her.

She giggled and said, "Okay listen, if you're really serious, I have an idea. We have done a scenario at the service before with new girls. Maybe we can work something out. We can both show up together at their room, I will pose as your non-working manager, tell them you are a brand new girl, on your first outing and very shy. We will tell them that you are a married woman. You are bored with your husband's sex and wanting to experience something new. We will tell them that you want to have some fun but you need to be discreet because you are married. You wouldn't believe how many bored sex starved house wives actually do this. We can have you wear a mask to cover your face, put you in a dark wig and say all the action will be "one on one" with just you in a very darkened room to hide your identity."

"Perfect," I said. I really wanted to punish him for this. I couldn't understand how he could do this to me. I figured he would be the first to use his "hired whore" for the night, having the honors as the groom. Once he entered the room all I planned to do was see how far he would really try to go with a hired escort and then bust him royally. He wouldn't be able to deny his guilt and I would rain my aggression down on his sorry ass until he begged for my forgiveness. If all went as planned, he would never even think of cheating on me again once we got married.

Friday, Joanie arrived at Daniels apartment at 6PM sharp Friday, where I was waiting for her. Daniel had left hours earlier to meet his friends for his little bachelor party. We were supposed to be at his hotel room at 9PM. In just the 3 short years since I had seen Joanie, she had really blossomed into a hottie. No longer chubby and with a makeover and some store bought boobs, she was gorgeously sexy. We started drinking wine and chatting about our plan when she pulled out a bag with some sexy costumes, some wigs and a huge Mardi Gras style mask. 

As we started on our second bottle of wine, I selected a long wig with bangs and pitch black raven hair twice as long as mine. It fell to the middle of my back completely changing my blond look. 

The mask was huge, feathery and sequined, concealing my forehead, eyes, nose and cheeks. It completely hid my face and all that showed were my "whore red" lipstick painted lips and chin.

We tried on all five outfits that she brought before I chose the sluttiest one she had. High heeled pumps, black fishnet hose with garters to match, a silky tiny black thong and lacy black bra to match. My huge firm boobs were spilling out the sides of it when I tried it on. With this outfit on, I didn't even recognize myself in the mirror. This would work I thought. I was so going to bust his ass.

I put on a long ankle length overcoat to cover myself, put the mask in a bag, then Joanie and I nervously took off for the hotel, now more than a little tipsy from the wine. Five minutes later we were parking the car.

Daniel's 4 groomsmen were all friends of his and ours from school. His best man was his married older brother Ted.

The groomsmen, Donnie, Thomas, John and Ray all knew me well. Donnie was married, as was Ted. Ray, John and Thomas all had steady girlfriends. These bastards were all planning on cheating on someone. I knew all their wives and all their girlfriends. These were all his old friends since their high school football days. I could not believe they would do such a thing.

Walking through the lobby of the hotel I was so nervous. Joanie leading the way, told me to relax, "Sweetie, don't worry, nobody is going to recognize you. You don't even look like yourself."

When we got out of the elevator, I quickly put my mask on and we found their room. Joanie knocked on the door and Ray answered it. I was literally shaking but noticed just then that I was pretty drunk too.

Ray answered the door. About 6' 4's tall, I had always liked him and he had always treated me with dignity and respect. He was so casual and cordial and acted like a complete gentleman., greeting us and politely ushering us into the room.

When I saw Daniel, I was furious, as he just stared at me with lust as I looked at him and his friends. I couldn't believe he was actually going to do this behind my back. I just glared at him from behind my mask as he looked us over, completely unaware of who was really behind the mask, long coat and wig.

The guys gathered around us and some quick introductions were made, me being introduced as Kandy, and Joanie explained the rules to the guys. Nobody even remotely recognized me at all.

Joanie took the lead, executing her part perfectly as having done this before, "Okay, I'm strictly here as an observer, the money collector and for some security tonight for Kandy cause this is her first time. Nobody will touch me. Understand guys? Kandy here, is on her first outing ever. Her first ever you lucky boys! Each one of you guys is going to get a shot at her. We are going to need the lights really dark in the suite. She's a little bit shy and insists on wearing the mask until she gets alone with each guy. Trust me guys......she is beautiful. Okay, it's going to be $150 per guy. You guys get ready and lets get this show on the road. I'll be back in a minute."

With that Joanie came up behind me and untied my coat, letting it drop to the floor around my ankles. Daniel had never seen me completely naked or in lingerie before, much less anyone else in my life. Exposing all my flesh to Daniel and his friends in my drunken state made me blush proudly behind the mask and tingle from head to toe. I couldn't believe it, but I actually felt myself getting wet standing half naked in front of these 6 handsome guys. 

"Well, what do you guys think of our little married lady?" Joanie asked as their eyes bored holes into my flesh.

The guys went crazy, moaning and groaning and saying how sexy I was. 

They whistled aloud, groaned to each other, slapped high five's and practically drooled when they saw my body. As I watched Daniel, surprisingly he seemed the most reserved of all, just looking and not being to animated. 

My partially clothed body flushed as I exposed myself so blatantly in the slutty lingerie. I could feel the tingle in my pussy as my panties got wet and my nipples immediately stiffened up while they gazed at me. All I could think of was to try to control my emotions until I catch him cheating.

I never felt so sexy in my whole life as my fiancee and his friends stared at my half nude body dressed in this sexy lingerie. 

I always thought Donnie was cute, 6 foot tall and built so well. His wife Susie was gorgeous and they seemed like the perfect couple.

Thomas was just flat handsome, about 6 foot tall also, I always thought he was a very good looking guy and his girlfriends changed quickly. I knew he played around a lot.

John was Daniel's best friend probably. He was a cutie for sure, he innocently flirted with me a lot and always teased me saying how lucky Daniel was. He was about the same height as the others and was in really great shape too. His girlfriend Cindy was my best friends and was going to be my maid of honor.

Ted, well even though he was two years older than Daniel, they were almost twins. He had been married to Kathy for 3 years and they had their second child on the way. 

Ray was the different one of the group. He was black and a little taller, about 6'4"s tall, handsome, friendly and sweet, he was always the gentleman and had a sweet girlfriend named Keisha.

Donnie, Thomas, Ted and John were acting like such pervs. Whistling and flirting I couldn't believe they were so crude and nonchalant about this. Daniel and Ray were at least was acting a little more like a gentleman, mostly just looking as Joanie explained the rules.

My future brother, Ted was actually unconsciously rubbing the lump in his pants as he leered at my body. What a sleaze he was. I had always respected the way he treated his wife around us, but now he was showing his true colors.

For the first time in my life, I just noticed how similar all these guys were in size, weight and height. 

Joanie took me by hand and led me to the bedroom. I felt myself even shake my ass at the guys as I left the room, but still I was never so nervous and scared in my life. She turned off all the lights and closed the drapes enough so you could just hardly see in the room. 




The Bachelor Party



Whispering in my ear, "Have fun and make him pay for this. You need to set his ass straight tonight sweetie," she said and left the room.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, in the dark room with my mask still on, when Daniel entered. It was so dark, I could barely make out his figure. As he walked in, he immediately unzipped his pants and stood in front of me. No shame and no remorse, he was anxious for this. He didn't even act a little guilty as he prepared to have sex with a stranger just two nights before our wedding. I guess his vow to me meant nothing. I reached out and felt his familiar body. In the dark light his hard cock was just barely visible, bobbing in front of my face as I dropped to my knees. Because I was a little drunk and kind of turned on I thought I would just do this for a minute before exposing who I really was.

My head swaying from the wine, and without a single word being said, I took Daniel into my mouth, suddenly unfamiliar with his cock as I had given him many blowjobs in the past to get married with my virginity intact. He seemed larger tonight, bigger, thicker, longer and fatter. I was just going to see how far he would go, but this was so exciting, I found myself so turned on that my pussy was literally dripping. I just held him in my mouth and savored his cock for a few seconds. A few seconds turned into a couple of minutes and I found myself so wet, I began touching myself.

Feeling actual drops of wetness on my pussy lips with my fingers as I diddled with myself, I suddenly realized I was enjoying this role playing and realized I wanted more. Releasing Daniel from my mouth, I crawled up on the bed on my hands and knees and backing up, I presented my bottom to my fiancee. I was so excited that I figured I could take this just a little farther before I busted him. 

He entered my almost virgin pussy immediately and began pounding deep and hard. I was overcome with lust as he used my pussy to please himself. Pumping deeper and deeper, I groaned and pushed back to him. I had never felt anything so good in my life. Feelings washed over me and I got lost in the moment until I heard him groan and spray the inside of my pussy with his cum.

I was so close to coming, so close, if he had only lasted 30 more seconds I would have cum all over my fiancees cock. I was frustrated and needed my relaese so badly.

As he zipped up and left the room quickly, still lost in the moment, I rubbed my clit furiously to get my much needed orgasm before I went out to expose my identity and scold him in front of his friends. Still on my hands and knees on the bed, I rubbed my clit as fast as I could to get myself off.

I know I should have left then, but I was so hot. I had already done what I had set out to do and should have left the room and confronted him, but for some reason I couldn't move from that bed until I came. With my ass still in the air, I ground my clit with my fingers until I felt another pair of hands grip my ass.

Startled, in the dark I turned my head around, but could only see a shape behind me. This was not part of my plan. 

Immediately and without warning, a huge hard cock entered my cum soaked pussy again. I struggled to escape his grasp, but he held me firm while he pounded into my pussy long and deep. I tried to resist, but I was in such a state I couldn't stop. This was a monster penetrating my kitty. So thick and so fat, it stretched my pussy to the limits. I knew already that I now had one of Daniel's friends deep in me and I knew how wrong this was, but I couldn't stop. It just felt too good. I knew I should stop but lust just took over and I allowed the pleasure to sweep over me.

Whoever was behind me now was stirring emotions I had never felt before, as he grabbed my hips firmly and just pounded hard and fast like an animal. Within 30 seconds I was cumming on his cock. I groaned as I experienced my first vaginally penetrated orgasm. Smashing my ass back to his pelvis, I shamefully allowed him to abuse my body. Waves of passion came over my body and my pussy convulsed and spasmed on his hard fat cock.

As I came, my knees crumbled and I collapsed from the orgasm and sunk into the bed. Ashamed and trying to get away from him now, he roughly pulled me back to my knees and kept pounding away. For what seemed like twenty minutes, I couldn't help myself as a second, third, fourth and fifth wave came over me. I rammed my pussy back to his deep thrust and came again and again until finally feeling him twitch and shudder as he exploded into my unprotected womb.

As he withdrew, I slumped to the bed, too exhausted to move, to spent to even compose myself and get up. Leaving abruptly, he was immediately replaced with another of Daniel's friends in seconds. Whoever it was, he rolled me over on my back and pulled me until my head hung off the edge of the bed. 

Spent and weakly trying to regain my composure, and with my mask now discarded, I just let him slide his cock into my tilted mouth. I accepted his cock as he twisted my nipples hard and used my body. Again waves of pleasure rolled over me as he touched me so roughly. He was exceptionally well endowed and was intent on forcing more into my mouth as one of his huge hands played with my swollen clit. As I gagged to accommodate him, he pinched my clit and twisted my swollen nipples, keeping me totally aroused. 

This guy was an animal, using me roughly and stirring my emotions to a blurry peak. In my drunken state I put my hands on his hips to limit his forceful "too deep" thrusts into my mouth, when he finally spoke.

"Take my cock baby deep, suck it deep in your throat. Open up and swallow it to the root and then I will fuck you soooooooo good," he whispered sexily to me.

I knew the deep baritone voice immediately to be that of Rays. My husband's black friend had an absolutely huge rod. I'm guessing he was 10 inches long and so unreal thick as he tried to force it into my throat. I gagged, I sputtered and I choked on his thick black cock as he manhandled me like the whore I was pretending to be. 

Frustrated with my attempts to swallow his huge cock, Ray dragged my limp body off the bed and positioned me on my knees on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed and forced my mouth down to his lap again. Now the fat blunt head was hitting the back of my throat as I stretched my mouth open to accommodate his girth. Holding my ears and head firmly, Ray sawed deep into my mouth, causing the tip of his cock to punch into my throat. Holding me like that, he just fucked long deep strokes until he had it deep in my throat.

"That a way baby, swallow my cock, take it all," he grunted.

Lost in my passion and inebriated state, I obeyed. Gagging deeply, I opened my throat until I felt my nose pressed against his kinky pubic hair. Ray was just using my throat to satisfy his big cock. For some reason I thought of Keisha doing this to him.

Ray pumped a few more times and then seemingly satisfied with my efforts, he pulled out and lifted me onto the bed laying me on my back.

He crawled between my legs and locking his arms behind my knees, he lifted them both while pressing and contorting my legs forward until my knees pressed obscenely against my chest. Even though it was pitch black in the room, I had never felt so exposed and so vulnerable in my life. The juices and cum from my pussy had soaked down to my ass crack and I was sloppy wet as I felt Ray's huge hard cock fumbling around my pussy and ass hole. I was humping my pussy forward now trying to get his hard cock in it. I was so horny and lost to the lust my body wanted.

What happened next, I will never forget. Instead of taking my anxious hot needy pussy, Ray pushed the head of his cock down lower, right up against my tight ass hole. In a panic, I squirmed beneath him trying to stop his entry, but Ray just covered my mouth completely with his lips and slowly tried to ease it into me. Holding me so strongly and firmly, my ass was completely exposed and vulnerable.

The pain was horrible at first as I struggled against his strong arms to lower my legs and save my ass from being sodomized and ripped apart. Trying to scream out was impossible as he locked his mouth over mine, just muffling my pleas and whining. As he entered my ass I squirmed and twitched fighting it all the way until he was finally buried to his balls in me. 

At first his cock was unbearable, the pain was strong and it burned so bad while he stretched out my ass so wide and then holding it so deep. Ray didn't move it an inch as he sucked on my tongue and bit my lips. He must have held me like for five minutes until I realized I was kissing him back. Somehow the pain had not only diminished, but it actually felt good. Buried all the way in my ass, with my knees touching my breast, Ray started to move ever so slowly. An inch at a time he would withdraw and re-enter, just an inch. His slow short strokes became precise and accurate gentle pumps that caused me to melt.

My ass started bucking to his cock as he became more forceful with his thrusts. In the next couple of minutes, I completely relaxed and gave Ray my ass as he pounded as deep and as hard as he could. There were no more short strokes, Ray was long dicking my ass fast and hard. He would pull out about 7 or 8 inches and then slide it back in until it bottomed out, making me grunt from the unique pressure and full feeling. After a few minutes of struggling to keep him from bottoming out, suddenly my ass relaxed and I locked my own arms around my legs while holding myself totally exposed for his viscous assault.

I wanted it deep now, deep hard and fast. He worked me like a piece of meat, pounding every single inch as deep as he could and I took it like a slut.

It was different from my pussy, something inside of me clicked and I felt like I was going to pee. If he didn't slow down or stop right now, I was losing control of my body and felt like I was going to expel something. I begged him to stop, but he just went faster. Holding me tight, he made me realize I was not in control of my body anymore. Popping my ass deep and hard, I tried to hold it back, but I just started gushing squirts of fluid all over his chiseled stomach. Whatever it was, it just sprayed out forcefully and I lost control. I couldn't stop it, I squirted and squirted hot liquid ejaculations all over his chest as I felt it run onto my stomach and soak the bed. I almost passed out from the pleasure he gave me. 

Ray groaned, my explosion had pushed him over the edge, he yanked out and put his fat cock next to my face. He took his thumb and pried my teeth open and sprayed inside my open gaping anxious mouth. I opened wide to accept his seed as he shot a dozen ropes of thick cum onto my lips, tongue and mouth.

"Swallow it baby, eat it up, treat me good now and I'll get back in line and do your pussy real good next time," he demanded.

I had never swallowed Daniel's sperm before, always rushing to the bathroom to spit it into the commode, but I wanted it this time. I craned my neck forward and tried as hard as I could in the dark to greedily swallow every drop of his seed. Gulping and choking on it, Ray must have given me 8 strong blasts until he mashed his swollen head to my lips and let me nurse and coax the last few drops out.

Ray withdrew and left the room quickly as I lay on the wet soaked mattress with cum dripping off my face. Within seconds I felt another guy taking his place between my legs. My pussy was on fire as he shoved his cock quickly into me. Exhausted, but not satisfied yet, I barely had time to wipe my face clean on a pillow case before the this guy was pounding his hard cock in and out of my pussy. I just held onto his strong back like an animal in heat and let me fuck me so good and deep. 

Things got blurry after that, I mean, I really can't remember what happened next. I knew I had drank too much and screwed this up. All I know is that I willingly gave anything and everything to any man that came into the room. 

For the next 8 hours, Daniel and his friends took me every way possible. One at a time. I gave up my ass, my throat and my pussy. After a while, I realized I wanted my ass fucked more than my pussy and would offer it up first hoping they would do it again, but whatever they wanted, I obliged. Finally, they quit coming into the room. At 5AM Joanie came into the room and said the party was about over. I ached everywhere. Every hole I had and all my muscles were sore. 

Joanie told me all the guys were leaving happy, spent and totally exhausted. She told me she had collected $2,550 from them. That means I got fucked 17 times.

"Niki.........Oh my God honey.......are you okay......you look like hell, you got to get cleaned up before we leave," Joanie said as she turned on the shower.

As I limped to the bathroom, reality setting in, I began sobbing. I never meant for this to go past Daniel. I just wanted to catch him and his attempt at cheating on me, confront him and make sure he would never do it again. I don't know how things got so out of hand. I guess I at least knew the truth now. Daniel was and would be unfaithful to me. That's all that mattered, I knew he was a cheater and that I could never trust him. I know you're saying, "well you were unfaithful too", but this would have never happened if he hadn't set up an escort service for his party.

My pussy and ass were so sore, my jaw hurt, my throat felt raw, my stomach felt really uneasy and unsettled after swallowing so much cum. I was sticky, gooey, achy and exhausted. A disheveled mess is what I saw when I looked in the mirror at myself. My wig crooked and plastered with cum, my lipstick smeared on my puffy swollen lips, dried cum splatters all over my face, cheeks, breasts and body. I couldn't believe what I had just done.

"Joanie, things just got so out of hand. I never meant for it to go like this. I meant to stop after Daniel, just to let him know he had been caught. I just had to know if I was marrying a cheater," I sobbed as I finally broke down in tears feeling so ashamed and guilty for allowing myself to be used by all his friends.

"Niki, Daniel never even came in the room even once tonight. Not once, not all night. He talked to me to me the whole night while his friends visited you. All he talked about how much he loved you and would never cheat on you. He said he couldn't understand how these guys could cheat on their wives and girlfriends. I thought you wanted revenge by fucking his friends, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me your plan was just to catch him?" she said as she held me.

I just sat and cried, listening to the shower run while Joanie held me. My fiancee wasn't a cheater.......I was.



The Bachelor Party



So, from the very beginning, I have a bit of a confession to make. I'm not a fast and loose kinda guy. I've never had a one-night stand with a stranger in my life. I'm not a loner by any means, but I always took life slow and steady. Which means the events in this story were a very unexpected twist in my life.

It all began during my sophomore year at college. When it seemed like everyone was partying it up, I was actually there to get a good education and a good experience. I dated off and on, but none of it was really serious. I had some great times and made some great friends.

One of these friends was Andrea. My friendship with Andrea was very unexpected. She was a 24 year-old theater major who had returned to college after a couple of years away dealing with personal problems, while I was a 19-year old sophomore exercise science major. We met at work; I didn't really have anything to do with her at first because she was very loud and gossipy, while I was more of the focused professional type. One day, though, when it was just the two of us in the main area, she happened to be watching a funny online video. I went over to watch, and soon enough, we were both laughing together. Despite our very different personalities, we became very close friends over the next couple of years. I helped her with her constant stream of relationship problems and she helped set me up on dates through her theater connections. Of course, none of those dates she helped set up ever seemed to go very far. Looking back, I assume it was actually my close friendship with Andrea that kept those dates from turning into anything that lasted. Not too many girls are comfortable dating a guy who has a very outgoing girl best friend. Especially a girl best friend who was very hot, by most accounts.

Andrea had grown up being slightly overweight all of her life. But when she hit college, she decided to get in shape and slim up a bit. The result was that Andrea became a full-figured woman with curves in all of the right places. Her large and very-well formed boobs were usually what guys first noticed about her, as she later told me matter-of-factly, but she had it all: pretty face, curvy and graceful legs, well-formed hips, and a great ass.

As a straight guy, I was definitely not immune to this. When we first started becoming friends, there's no question that I was very hot for her. But she had a boyfriend, and I always considered myself an upstanding person, so I never made a move on her. Which definitely frustrated the hell out of my guy friends who would have killed to have been in my position.

And as our friendship progressed, I stopped seeing her as a hot girl, and just started seeing her as my best friend. Which is why whenever she broke up with whatever jerk boyfriend she happened to be seeing at the time, I never moved in on her. That's more or less how things were between us. But then, in my senior year, Rachel came along. Unlike my previous girls, Rachel was a girl I pursued on my own. Andrea didn't have any hand in setting us up, which may have had a lot to do with what went down later. Like the other girls, Rachel was intimidated by Andrea at first. But Rachel was sensible, so she tried not to let jealousy get the best of her. And she did a fairly good job. Rachel and I fell in love, and our relationship brought us both a great deal of happiness.

Rachel was not as stunning as Andrea, but I didn't care. Rachel was mine and I loved her.

Unfortunately, Andrea did not appreciate that there was now another girl competing for my attention. Despite her outgoing nature, she didn't let this show all at once. It came out in bits and pieces, like when she'd make a passive aggressive comment against Rachel. Or when she got upset because I told her I couldn't go drinking at her apartment with just the two of us. Over the period of about six months, we eventually stopped talking completely. I hated losing my best friend, but I felt like it wasn't my fault. I was dating Rachel, not Andrea.

Anyway, after Andrea and I stopped talking, years passed. I graduated college and got a good job. Soon after, I asked Rachel to marry me, and she happily accepted. 

A week before our wedding, my best guy friends decided that they were going to throw me a bachelor party. As I said before, I'm not normally into crazy parties, but I thought I'd humor them and go along with it. And they promised to keep it fairly laid-back.

We went out to a few bars and hung out for hours. I drank more than I usually do, so when the guys said they were gonna get me a stripper, I just played along and didn't protest. I figured I'd let her dance around for a bit, and then we could all go home.

We headed back to my apartment, and we hung out there for a bit more. When there was a knock at the door, everyone cheered, myself included. When the door opened, though, I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me.

It was Andrea. 

She was in a very revealing outfit that highlighted her best features. I could see the outline of her boobs through her thin white shirt she was wearing (that only extended halfway down her chest, leaving her well-toned stomach fully exposed). She was wearing some sort of stockings that made her legs and hips look even curvier. Despite myself, I found myself admiring how good she was looking.

Most of my guy friends immediately started howling and whistling. A few of my guy friends did recognize her though, as I could tell by the "oh shits" that some of them said. Andrea had seen me right away, and immediately looked like she was about to head back out the door.

I should have let her go, but my former best friend instincts took over. I stood up and told my guy friends to get out. I didn't care that I was ruining their fun; I needed to figure out how one of my former friends had ended up as a stripper.

I quickly discovered that Andrea was not happy to see me.

"I see you're enjoying yourself. Why don't you just let me go? I'll get you your money back."

"Andrea, I don't care about the money. How'd you get like this?" I asked.

"I wanted to make some extra money, so I signed up for this. And I'm actually very good at it, thank you very much. And why the hell do you care? Haven't you settled down with that bitch girl of yours yet?" she said nastily.

"I'm actually marrying her in a week. But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. I know we didn't end our friendship well, but c'mon, Andrea. I know you're better than this." I said, trying to reason with her. "Come on, let's sit down and just talk for a bit, ok?"

"Fuck you," she said, but she let me lead her to the couch.

"Can I get you anything?" I asked, at a loss for words now that she was on the couch with me.

"I'm fine."

"Listen, just pretend that we're still friends. I know we had a falling out, but I want to help. Let's just talk for a bit, and then you can go. I'll even let you keep the money. That's easier than what you'd normally have to do to get it." I said, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"Oh yeah?" she challenged. "Maybe I like earning my money."

With that, she rose from the couch and stood in front of me. She cupped her breasts seductively, and then ran her hands down her hips, shifting her weight from one leg to another.

"Andrea, what are you doing?" I said, trying to regain control of the situation.

"I'm just doing what I was hired to do," she said, as she stepped closer to me and leaned in, letting her breasts fall in front of my face. "Do you like them? I'm sure that you've always wanted to take a peek."

I just sat there, speechless. Her boobs were only inches in front of my face, and they looked like they were ready to pop out of her shirt. I could see her nipples poking out at me, and I could even make out the dark circles of her areola.

Abruptly, she spun around, and took a few steps away from me. She began moving her hips slowly back and forth. It took me a second to realize she was starting to do a lap dance.

"Andrea, please stop this." I finally managed to work out. I actually sounded rather firm, I was happy to discover.

"Why? C'mon, I know you've always wanted to see my boobs. Just a quick peek." 

With that, she turned back to face me, and started pulling up the bottom of her already revealing shirt. The bottoms of her boobs were exposed for a second, and then she lowered the shirt again as she watched my face. Seeing that I was totally absorbed in watching her show, she removed her shirt completely in a single motion, letting her exposed breasts fall free.

"You like what you see?" she asked.

Her boobs were very well formed and proportioned, and they rode high on her chest. For a second, I had an overwhelming urge to reach out and grab them, but I managed to restrain myself. I had to end this soon. "Andrea, that's enough."

I began to stand, but Andrea quickly moved on top of me before I made it. She straddled my lap so that her boobs were brushing my chest and her hips were directly above mine. She looked me square in the eyes and said, "But Scott, I'm earning my money." With that, she began gyrating her hips onto me, and I found my strength quickly leaving. My body dropped back down into the couch.

"Ooh." Andrea moaned. "That feels good."

Despite me willing it to stay down, my cock began stirring in my pants. Andrea must have felt it, because she said, "oh, I think someone is enjoying this."

She kept gyrating, but reached down with one of her hands and started rubbing my penis through my jeans. As soon as I felt her hand, I moaned softly.

"Oh, someone is definitely enjoying this," she said as she slowly unzipped my jeans, continuing to move her hips in circles on me. My cock popped free and Andrea grasped it with her hand. "You know, I always used to joke with you that you had a small penis. I see how wrong I was."

With that, she began to stroke my cock until it was fully erect and pushing itself against Andrea's pussy, kept out only by the thin stocking panties she was wearing.

"You feel how wet I am?" she asked seductively, slowly increasing the speed she was gyrating. "I'm sure you've fantasized about sleeping with me. Imagined how it would feel to play with my breasts, how good my pretty little mouth would feel while I was sucking you. How tight my pussy would be on your hard cock. I'm sure you've always wanted to fuck the hell out of me. And now, feel how close your cock is to just slipping in?" She used her hand to push my cock right up against her pussy. I could feel her juices through the fabric, and I almost lost it then.

"Do you want to be inside me?" she asked, as she pressed down on my cock with her pussy. The tip of my cock had pushed in between her lips, although the fabric kept me from pushing further. All I could do was nod.

"Say it, Scott. Say, 'I want to be inside you, Andrea.'"

"I want to be inside you, Andrea," I gasped.

"Say, 'I want to fuck you, even though I'm getting married in a week'"

"I want to fuck the hell out of you, even though I'm getting married. Please, let me stick it in." I pleaded.

Andrea smiled. She stopped her gyrating and stood up slightly, pulling her pussy away from my cock that was leaking pre-cum. She slowly pushed her panties to the side and began to lower her body onto mine.

I held my cock in place, aiming it towards her pussy that was just an inch away. Andrea lowered herself just enough so that the tip of my cock touched her pussy lips, and then rose again. I moaned. 

Andrea smiled and lowered herself again, returning her pussy to the tip of my cock, but she moved my hands away from holding it and grasped my cock herself. She began rubbing my cock up and down her pussy, letting me feel just how wet she had gotten. I almost lost it for the second time right there.

When I moaned again, Andrea stopped rubbing my cock back and forth and positioned it at the entrance of her pussy. I instinctively thrust my hips upward and entered her. Andrea gasped and let herself down, completely engulfing my cock. Her pussy was incredibly tight, and I could feel her working her muscles in her vagina, squeezing my cock even further. I don't know how I managed to avoid blowing my load in her then, but I suspect the alcohol I had drunk earlier might have played a role.

I didn't orgasm, and she began slowly riding me, leaning back and putting her hands on my knees to support herself. I had never been fucked this well in my life, and I was in absolute ecstasy as she bounced up and down on my cock. Her boobs swung with her, making a slapping noise every time they came back down and hit her chest. Her face was one of complete pleasure, and I'm sure it matched my own. She began moaning loudly, which only motivated me to increase my own thrusts. Soon, I was grunting steadily myself, and our voices became louder and louder as we pounded each other harder and harder.

Suddenly, I felt her pussy quiver and she gasped. "Oh my god, Scott, I'm cumming!"

As I heard her say that, I lost all control, and I felt myself release too. My cock throbbed as it squirted a load of cum deep into her pussy.

"Oh my god! Andrea!" I puffed, trying to catch my breath. Andrea collapsed on top of me, my cock growing limp inside her.

Several seconds passed as our breathing became more regular, and then everything I had just done came crashing down on my mind.

"Oh, fuck." I said.

Andrea raised her head and smiled. "That was pretty good, huh?"

"Shit," I said, pushing her gently but firmly off of me. "Shit! FUCK!" I yelled to myself.

"Calm down!" Andrea said, pulling herself closer to me. "Nobody has to know, especially your soon-to-be wife. But it's gonna cost you."

"Fuck. What?" I said, trying to figure out what had just happened to me and how the hell I was going to fix it.

"I won't tell anyone what just happened. But I'm not on birth control, and I have a feeling that if I went to talk to Rachel and tell her why there's a chance I might be pregnant, she'd be pretty pissed. Now, if you don't want that to happen, I say you better fork over a good chunk of change," Andrea said, with a smile on her face. "I told you that I'm good at what I do. And that I earn the money I make. Now, I'll let you get dressed and clean things up. I'll be giving you a call later, and we can work out the details of my payment then."

And with that, Andrea pulled on her clothes and walked out the door, never looking back once. The door shut behind her, leaving me sitting on the couch trying to figure out exactly how bad I had just fucked up.



The Bachelor Party



Lola knocked on the door of the penthouse. She could hear loud music and tons of people inside. The party had already started. She had never done anything like this before- she didn't really even know what she was doing. All she knew was that she had answered an ad that said she could make some money by coming to a bachelor party. She wasn't sure what she would have to do, but she had always been a good girl, so the uncertainty excited her. When she answered the ad, she received a letter with instructions: Come in, make yourself comfortable, and do as much or as little as you want. The guys will tip you, the more you do. 

The door opened, and she looked inside. The huge penthouse apartment was full of dozens of guys, maybe even hundreds. There were a few other girls there- strippers dancing on the tables while the guys watched. Music was blasting too loud to hear anything. 

She had a few drinks to loosen up, then started walking around the room, smiling seductively at the guys. She started off by pulling her dress down and flashing her perky double-D tits. The guys that were nearby cheered and slipped dollar bills into her bra when she pulled it back up. Dollar bills were fine, but she wanted to raise the stakes. Within a few minutes she let the guys strip her naked, and was getting wads of cash in exchange for letting them squeeze her tits and crotch.

Finally she knelt down on the floor and began unhooking one guy's belt. She pulled his pants down and took his hard cock into her mouth and began sucking energetically. She sucked and sucked, sliding her lips over his shaft. She was going to pull away just before he came, but as she began to move back, he grasped her head and inserted his dick down her throat. She felt his throbbing, pulsing member, and then felt a massive gush of liquid filling her throat and flowing down into her stomach. As he pulled away she tried to swallow down the bitter aftertaste, and he slid several hundred dollar bills into her hand.

When she saw how much money she was holding, she immediately knew it was worth it, and hoped she could find other guys who would want the same treatment. Just as she was planning to get up and look around, her next customer came right up to her, already unhooking his pants. Before she knew it, another massive cock was plunged into her mouth, and she began obediently sucking. She tried to keep her saliva in her mouth, but the cock was so big, she couldn't help letting a messy stream of drool pour out of her perfect red lips. Still she slurped as much saliva and precum off the cock as she could and eagerly gulped it down.

She managed to get this guy off in a few minutes as well. And just like the last one, he made her deep throat his cock and squirted a massive load of bitter jizz down her throat. This time, there was so much cum that it filled up her throat and overflowed into her mouth. She had to swallow repeatedly to get it all down, and after she did, more kept coming. Finally after gulping down his cum for what seemed like a full minute, the guy pulled away and Lola shuddered and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. He slipped her a handful of cash, and with barely a moment to recover, the next guy in line was already pulling his dick out. 

Lola obediently took the third one, sucking it off expertly just as she had done to the other two. Just like the other two, this one forced her to swallow his cum too, shooting it directly down her throat. 

Guy after guy lined up, and Lola opened her mouth again and again to suck them off and get her tips. Her mouth was getting tired, but they all came quickly. Luckily, she didn't even really have to swallow the cum; she just relaxed her throat and let them shoot it down into her stomach. She sucked off dozens of guys, and as the number increased, it seemed like they were getting off quicker and quicker. Guys were jerking off as they waited their turns, and were lining up just to stick their cocks down her throat and shoot cum into her. She simply knelt there with her mouth open for most of the night.

She lost count of how many guys she took. The only way she could keep track was with the growing pile of money next to her, and the growing feeling of fullness in her stomach. At first she was shocked when she realized she felt full from the cum- the way she felt after eating a meal. Then she began to feel uncomfortable as she kept swallowing load after load. She could feel an entire stomach full of cum sloshing and gurgling inside her. But she didn't stop. There were hundreds of guys at the party, and they were all willing to tip her, so she kept taking load after load. Her stomach went from full to stuffed; she watched it expand out as the night went on. Finally it was beyond stuffed; it was ready to burst. Each load forced down her throat made her belly stretch and swell a little more. Even though her stomach was round and swollen out, as though she had a soccer ball inside her, she forced herself to swallow more loads, and each gulp added to the unbearable pain and stretching inside her. 

Finally, she pulled away and stood up. She waved off the crowd of guys around her and staggered into the bedroom and closed the door, cradling her sloshing, swollen belly. She lay on the bed and looked down at herself, her view obstructed by the bulging globe of her distended abdomen.

She would simply try to sleep it off. Maybe in the morning, it would be digested and her stomach would be back to its normal size. She drifted off into sleep after a few moments.

A few hours later, Lola awoke. The first thing she noticed was her stomach. It was still uncomfortably full and swollen. None of the jizz had gone anywhere. In fact it felt worse- the churning and gurgling had increased, and she worried her body was preparing to reject it all together. She tried to sit up, but she couldn't. Her stomach clenched and heaved, and waves of nausea overcame her.

The she realized why she had awoken. At the door stood a good looking young guy with sandy blonde hair. Despite feeling disgusting, Lola could not help being turned on. What did this guy want?

He closed the door and climbed onto the bed, and it became clear he wanted to fuck her. Her stroked her tits, and then slid his hand between her legs, putting a firm pressure onto her clit.

The feeling of sickness Lola felt was only overshadowed by her horniness. She had to get release, so she gave in and let the guy guide her into position. He pulled her up onto her hands and knees, with her grotesque, cum filled belly bulging down under her. He spread her legs wide, and began sliding his fingers up and down her pussy, which immediately began gushing out wetness. He pulled off his boxers and tossed them to the floor, and pressed his enormous cock against her slit. Lola reached down and frantically stroked her throbbing clit, and the guy pushed his cock inside her.

He began thrusting, and Lola's stomach sloshed with each jolt. Then he wrapped his arms under her bulging belly to steady her, and grasped her with a firm pressure. 

As he did this, suddenly she puked. His arms around her forced the contents of her belly to come gushing up out her mouth. She leaned over and vomited up a wave of cum onto the bedspread. She thought he would stop, but the guy kept going, and didn't even let go of her middle. As he pumped in and out of her, and squeezed her belly, she felt another wave being squeezed out of her.

She forcefully puked up as much cum as she could, trying to get it all out for good. The vomit flooded out of her mouth, and spattered messily between her hands on the bed. She had created a wet ocean of puke with all the semen she had thrown up.

She whimpered, but the guy didn't stop pounding her. He even shifted one of his arms, so he could rub her clit with his finger. This only put more pressure on her stomach. Lola looked down and saw to her horror that her belly was hardly any less engorged even after she had violently expelled so much of the cum she had swallowed.

The guy squeezed and fucked her harder, forcing more vomit out of her. She opened her mouth and let it pour out, continuously for almost a full half a minute. She was jerked back and forth as he thrust into her violently, and with each thrust he more bitter vomit gushed into her mouth.

Tears streamed out of her eyes, as she gagged and belched. Her throat gurgled as the vomit rose out of her violently swollen belly. She gasped for air just before- "BLERRRRRRRRRUPPPPP!!" Her stomach muscles squeezed violently and expelled a thick, gurgling heave of puke.

She had never vomited so much in her life. She simply couldn't stop. And there was still more. She could feel the thick sickening cum churning inside her. She couldn't stop crying either. She was so embarrassed. Not only was she vomiting uncontrollably, but she was vomiting up semen in front of a gorgeous guy, creating an immense, thick layer of cum-puke over the entire bed.

She closed her eyes and readied herself to vomit again. There was nothing else to do; she had to get it all out. Sure enough she gagged again and the warm semen was rising into her throat, filling her mouth, and finally pouring out past her lips and dribbling down her chin. 

"ERRRRRRUUUUUPP" She puked as hard as she could, straining push the liquid in her belly out of mouth.

She looked down again and saw to her dismay, her stomach still bulged out, and clearly full of cum that she would need to throw up.

She noticed, to her surprise, that her clit was throbbing, and her pussy was soaking wet. Even though she was puking uncontrollably, she was some how still turned on. The guy, who was still pounding away, grasped her bulging stomach forcefully, which made another wave of vomit gush out of her. He was squeezing her so hard, there was no way should would be able to keep anything down. He pressed firmly on her engorged stomach, and she continued to vomit up the semen that filled it. Heave after heave, it churned out of her beautiful mouth and flowed down her face and onto the soaked bed. She trembled as the thick gushes gurgled up out of her.

Finally, after what felt like ten minutes of uncontrollable, disgusting vomiting, she gasped for air, and her belly was back to a somewhat normal size. She was more turned on that she had ever been in her life. The guy that was fucking her teased her clit, and she felt the warm pulsing that meant she was about to come. She let him rub it frantically, until she was right on the brink. She wanted to throw up once more as she came. Luckily, she could feel she still had some liquid left in her stomach. She brought her finger to her lips, and waited for the teasing on her clit to reach its peak. Then she forced her fingers down her throat, making herself gag and choke, and finally, thrusting them in and out of her wet slippery throat, she was able to force herself to vomit. She puked up the final half gallon of semen that remained in her violated, tormented belly. She threw up one heave and kept her fingers in place until she threw up more. And as she gagged and felt her stomach ejecting its final contents, she was overcome with a blissful climax. Her whole body clenched, she spewed out her vomit, and even lost control of her bladder and urinated a small trickle onto the bed. 

When she woke up, the guy was gone, and her stomach was empty. She was covered in vomited up cum, and would have to walk out the door a filthy, humiliated whore. But all she could think about was getting home to eat something, and then making herself throw it up as she had an orgasm.



The Bachelor Party Pub Crawl



I don't know if I will ever forget that night. I know that on the one hand I hope to God I never do, while on the other I know it might be best if I did. It was the most sexually exciting event of my life and one I would dearly love to happen again. But at the same time it showed me how easy it was to cross a line and I'm not sure that I want to go through the rest of my life knowing that.

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It started when Monte went to a knee in front of Daphne and proposed. Five months later it was time for the bachelor party. Harry, Monte's best friend and Best Man designate, started to put the party together. First there was the list of who to invite. The final list had fourteen names on it. Next he had to find a place big enough to accommodate fourteen cigar chomping, beer drinking, card-playing guys and still have enough room left over where the obligatory stripper could perform. Some negotiating, mostly with Dave's wife, secured Dave's house for the event. Dave's wife graciously (never did find out what Harry offered her) offered to spend the night over at her sister's.

Next Harry huddled with Monte over what he would like in the way of a stripper. Daphne was a drop dead gorgeous five foot nine raven haired beauty with legs that went on forever, but her tits, while perfectly fine for her body size, were not really all that large. That fact alone made some of us wonder how Monte and Daphne ended up together since Monte was an out and out tit man -the bigger the better! He had often been heard to say that if they didn't have tits big enough to serve as pillows they weren't worth having around. So Harry came out of the huddle with his marching orders; find a stripper with humongous tits because once married big tits would be a thing of the past for Monte. Harry hit four different agencies before he found what he wanted. Blonde, five foot two and with 42DD tits.

Everything was set, Harry had all his ducks lined up in a row and everyone was looking forward to the party. And then Daphne threw shit into the game. There would be NO, repeat, NO strippers at the party.

"I've heard plenty about what strippers do at bachelor parties" she told Harry, "and I will not allow that to happen to Monte. If he comes to me after some slut has stripped for him, given him a lap dance and a blow job the wedding is off!"

The word slowly filtered through the rest of us and the outcome was predictable. "What!? No stripper? You can't have a bachelor party without a stripper."

There was a lot of grumbling and one or two of the guys even talked about trying to talk Monte out of marrying a 'puritanical bitch' like Daphne. It was Jerry who came up with the idea.

"Is it the stripper she objects to, or is it the thought that the stripper might give Monte a blow job and maybe even a last fuck with a big-titted woman?"

The consensus was that it was the possible sex that Daphne was against. "So," Jerry said, "How about instead of the stripper coming to us, we go to the stripper?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Harry.

"We have two weeks before the party. Make a list of all the strip bars in town, split the list up among the guys and then everyone go to the places on their lists and check them out. Find the bars that have the girls with the biggest tits and on the night of the party we will go on a pub crawl and hit all the bars that have girls with big tits. Instead of one lap dance we can get Monte a half dozen and it will all be out in public so no sex will happen. Daphne can't be upset with that."

We all thought that would be a great idea and then Harv threw ice water on it. "Three or four cars running all over town from bar to bar? I don't know guys. The odds are pretty good that one of us will get stopped for driving under the influence."

That put a damper on things, but once again it was Jerry to the rescue. "We won't go in separate cars. We will hire a limo."

"No way man," Harv said, "You can't get fourteen guys in a limo."

"So we find a limo service with one of those mini-busses."

Harry said he would look into it and two days later Monte's Bachelor Party Pub Crawl was on.

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We all met at Dave's place because he had enough room for all of us to park. At six the big, white mini-bus pulled up out front and the driver got out and opened the doors for us. I can't speak for the rest of the guys, but as for me, she took my breath away. That's right - she. We had been under the impression that the driver was going to be the man who owned the company and what we got was a beautiful blond who stood almost six foot tall in her high heeled pumps.

Besides the pumps, her uniform differed from a male chauffeur's uniform in that she was wearing a skirt instead of trousers. The skirt wasn't a mini, but it still showed an ample amount of extremely shapely leg. Being a leg man and having high heels as one of my biggest turn ons I was quick to seize the day. 

While she was busy telling everybody that the regular driver, her husband, had been taken sick with food poisoning I was busy staking out the front seat as mine. No way was I not going to do whatever I had to do to get myself where I could feast my eyes on those legs. When she got everybody loaded on the bus and then slid under the stearing wheel I knew that I had made the right choice. Her skirt slid up to mid thigh and I got a woodie. She turned to talk to the guys in back and as she did her eyes swept past me and I know she noticed the tent in my trousers because there was a minute pause in her turn followed by the ghost of a smile on her face. Once she was facing the back she said:

"My husband told me what the plan for the night was, but I have never been to a titty bar so you guys are going to have to guide me. Where to?"

That announcement brought out a bunch of hoots and hollers and a few ribald remarks, a couple of which caused Christina to blush. Harry told her where our first stop was and she started the bus and we headed out to begin the night.

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While everyone had been getting on the bus Harry and Harv had loaded three picnic coolers full of beer and by the time the bus pulled up in front of the Landing Strip Lounge everyone had downed at least two. The group was getting a little on the rowdy side and I almost felt sorry for Christina, but she was putting up with it and I somehow got the impression that she was kind of liking the attention she was getting.

We all piled off the bus and Chris said that she was going to recline her seat and take a nap and that we should wake her up when we were ready to go.

"Oh no" said Jerry, "You are part of the group and you are going in with us."

She protested, but the rest of the guys followed Jerry's lead and she was pulled out of the bus. Dave took her chauffeur's cap off and long blond hair cascaded down and almost reached her ass. Next it was get her jacket off as Dave said: 

"Can't have you looking like the hired help."

The jacket off Christina stood there looking nervously around as all of us stood there and drooled. The jacket had been loose and bulky and had served to hide the magnificent upper body that did justice to the gorgeous legs below. I stood there looking at her wondering why the hell I should go into the Landing Strip and pay good money to see something that wasn't going to be half as nice naked as what I was looking at fully clothed. But the crew surged toward the door of the Landing Strip pulling Christina along with them and I had no choice but to follow.

The high spot of our time at the Landing Strip wasn't Monte getting huge ta-tas rubbed all over his face during the three lap dances we bought him (although he did enjoy the hell out of them). No, the high spot was the lap dance we bought Christina. She had blushed like hell when the dancer's tits rubbed against hers and when the dancer had kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear and she might have been embarrassed at the start, but she had loved it. She was a different person when we left the Strip and climbed on the bus to head off to the next strip club. She was a little looser with the guys and even exchanged a wisecrack or two with them. As soon as we were on the bus everyone got a beer from the coolers (except Chris of course) and we headed for the Pink Pussy Cat Lounge.

We didn't have to try and talk Chris into going into the Pussy Cat with us - she led the charge. She wanted to have one drink with us, but we wouldn't let her. We still had three more clubs to go to after the Pussy Cat and we told her we would let her have a few when we got to the last one. Lack of alcohol didn't slow her down one bit as she was as loud as the rest of us. Monte got two more face rubs as we all cheered the busty ladies on and then it was back out to the bus, more beers from the coolers and then we were on our way to the Carnival Club.

Monte got three lap dances at the Carnival, but the high point at the club was Christina again. We were sitting there cheering on the girl who was assaulting Monte with her 42DDs when a guy came up to us and asked Christina what time her set was. "Set?" she asked.

"Yeah? When are you on? I'm saving all my money for a lap dance from you honey" and he pointed at a table. "I'm sitting right over there. I'm a big tipper honey, you won't be sorry for doing me first."

That set up a raucous chorus of, "Do it Chris, do it Chris, make us proud Chris." You can never be sure about these things, but I'd bet good money that from the light in her eyes that if she would have had a few drinks in her she would have done it. The guys were still chanting, "Do it Chris, do it" when the stripper who had been giving Monte his lap dance came over and said:

"You should think about it honey. You got the looks for it and we are looking for new girls."

"How much would I make?"

"Depends on how hard you want to work at it honey. Anywhere from four hundred to a thousand a night."

"Oh wow" Chris said, licking her lips.

Would she? I was almost sure that she would, but before I could find out Harry called out:

"Okay everybody, all aboard the bus for the next stop."

We all got back on the bus and I grabbed the front seat again. Chris slid behind the wheel and wiggled around on the seat until her skirt had ridden up so high that I could just barely see a hint of her panties. She saw me looking and she winked at me and smiled at me for a second or two and then said:

"Okay, where to next?"

"The Top Hat Gentleman's Club" Harry said and gave her directions.

On the way the guys hit the beer coolers again. I passed on having another one. I was beginning to think of taking a shot at Chris and I didn't want to be too impaired when I did it.

What with the beers from the coolers and the drinks they had had at the clubs we'd been to the guys were feeling no pain when we got to the Top Hat. They weren't really drunk, just very, very rowdy. We hadn't been at the Top Hat five minutes when the girl giving Jimmy a lap dance hauled off and slapped him, got up and stormed off. A minute later a bouncer came to the table and politely reminded us all of the rules - you were not allowed to touch the girls with your hands. Ten minutes later the girl giving Carl a lap dance jumped up and called him a fucking asshole and thirty seconds later three bouncers politely escorted us out of the club.

"That ended way too soon," Danny said. "I got an idea. How about you do a strip and lap dances for us Chris?"

All of a sudden the guys all had money in their hands and they were waving it and chanting, "Do it Chris, do it, do it."

Carl said, "I've got four hundred her Chris and it's all yours."

"I've got two fifty" Jimmy chimed in and Ralph said he had three hundred."

Christina was saying, "I can't" and "Hubby wouldn't like it" and "Sorry, but that just isn't part of the service."

More money was flashed and the "I cant's" were gone and she was saying things like, "I wouldn't be any good at it" and "I really don't know how." The guys kept working on her and there was an instant there when I thought she was going to do it. It was like we were holding our breath waiting for her to start dancing and then suddenly it was gone. She gave a dismissive wave and sat down behind the wheel and asked where to next.

Harry started to tell her how to get to the next place on the list when Monte interrupted him.

"I've got an idea, let's raid Daphne's batchelorette party."

Everyone thought that would be fun so Monte gave Chris directions. Daphne was having her going away shindig at the home of her best friend Kate. We pulled up in front of the house and all piled out. Chris said she would wait and we told her no.

"You are part of our group sweetie and where we go, you go."

Monte tried the front door but it was locked so as quietly as we could manage the whole herd of us went around the side of the house and through the gate in the privacy fence. As we got closer to the back of the house we heard the sounds of partying. We heard:

"Do it, do it, do it," being chanted by a bunch of female voices and a "You go girl" and a "Way to go Daphne, way to go."

We came around the corner of the house to see a large covered patio. There were a dozen women sitting in chairs watching and cheering as a naked Daphne on her hands and knees sucked the cock of a man in front of her while another man was behind her sliding his cock back and forth in her pussy. Both men had the parts of police uniforms on and there was a large boom box on the table playing music. It looked like they were male strippers hired to do what Daphne wouldn't allow at Monte's party.

Almost at the same time Carl said, "Oh fuck!" Dave said, "Jesus Christ!" Jimmy said, "Worthless cunt!" and Harry said, "Fucking whore!"

The women all turned to face us and one of them said, "Oh my God." Monte just stood there and stared at his intended for several seconds and then he turned and headed back to the bus. Daphne either didn't hear what went on or she was so caught up in what she was doing that she didn't care. She was still sucking and getting fucked as we all turned and followed Monte back to the bus.

I was walking next to Chris and she said, "Was that her?" 

I nodded a yes and she said, "Oh sweet Jesus, that poor guy."

It was a somber and sober group on the bus on the way back to Dave's house. Monte was sitting there and staring out the window and saying nothing as the guys said things like:

"Better you found out now buddy, instead of after you got married."

We were almost to Dave's when I had the thought and I leaned over and whispered to Christina:

"Would you like to help ease his pain and make a grand in doing it?"

"What do you mean? How?"

"Do a strip and give him a lap dance. Take his mind off of her."

She looked up into the rear view and looked at Monte and then she nodded and said, "Okay, but on one condition."

"Name it."

"You all have to promise that my husband never learns of it. No one except those that are here right now ever knows about it."

"You got it."

I turned and said, "Listen up guys. Dig your cash out. Christina is going to do a strip and give Monte a lap dance" and then I told them the condition. A loud chorus of Yea's followed and when we got to Dave's we all trooped of the bus and went into the house. Dave set up the stereo system and Chris picked out a CD. It was the sound track from "Coyote Ugly" and she handed it to Dave, he put it in the player and pushed the button.

Christina had put her uniform cap and jacket back on and when the music started she looked nervously around and then hesitantly started unbuttoning her jacket. As the yells of encouragement came she started loosening up a little and then little by little she began to get into it. She swayed to the music as she unbuttoned her jacket and tossed it aside. Next she took off her cap and sailed it across the room as her long blonde hair fell to her waist.

She was really starting to get into it as her fingers went to the buttons on her blouse as she dipped and twirled in front of the guys. Monte was sitting in a dinning room chair in the middle of the room facing the couch. Dave, Carl and Harry were sitting on the couch and the rest of us were sitting on dining room chairs or sitting on the floor. Chris swung by the couch and dropped her blouse on Harry's head. The skirt went next and she dropped it on Carl's lap.

Clad now in only her bra, panties, high heels and thigh high nylons she moved back in front of Monte. She cupped her bra-clad tits in her hands and leaned forward and rubbed them on Monte's forehead and then down across his nose and to his mouth before stepping back. She did some more dips and twirls to the music as she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She let it slip down her arms and as she twirled by me she draped it across my right shoulder and blew me a kiss.

My cock was as hard as piece of granite and I wanted to take it out and stroke it, but I was afraid that if I did I would break the mood and Chris would stop what she was doing so I sat there and suffered.

Tits bare, Chris moved in front of Monte again, moved forward, straddled him and then pushed her tits against his face and rubbed them around. From where I was sitting I saw Monte tongue come out and lick them and I was surprised when she didn't pull away. I was even more surprised when she slid down to plant herself on and squirm around on what just had to be a rock hard cock. She ground her butt on his lap for maybe thirty seconds and then she cupped her tits in her hands again and slowly stood up until the engorged nipples were even with his mouth. We all heard her hoarsely say:

"Suck them. Lick my nipples and suck them."

Monte didn't hesitate a second and his mouth locked onto her right breast and his hand came up and grasped the left one. She let him feast for thirty seconds and then she pulled away. She turned her back to him and wiggled her ass at him as she pushed her panties down to her ankles and then kicked them away. She spread her legs wide, bent at the waist and grabbed her ankles and looked back between her legs at Monte. He couldn't help himself; no man could have at that point. He took out his cock and started to stroke it and everyone looked at Christina expecting her to bolt from the room.

She let go of her ankles, shuffled backwards and sat down on Monte's lap. He was hard, she was wet, his cock split her pussy lips and she rammed herself down on him. Monte grabbed her hips and started fucking up into her as she started raising and lowering herself on his cock. Everyone was stunned and they all sat there open mouthed as the married bus driver started riding Monte's cock. 

I was as shocked as everyone else, but I had also spent most of the night wondering how I could go about doing just what Monte was doing. And what the hell, I had been the one to talk her into doing it so I felt that I had some rights. I was up and off my chair and standing in front of Christina with my hard cock pointing at her face while the rest of the guys were just coming to grips with what was happening.

Chris looked up at me and I saw the lust in her eyes and I took her head in my hands and pulled her mouth onto my cock. I felt her tongue swirl around my shaft and I let go of her head and stood there while she rode Monte's cock and sucked mine. I came first and moved out of the way and Harry took my place. Then Monte came and when Chris got up from his limp cock Carl quickly slid onto the chair and pulled Chris down onto his hard on. 

While Carl was fucking her and Harry was face fucking her Dave was blowing up an air mattress. By the time Carl came Dave was lying on his back and Chris was pulled over to the mattress and placed on her knees with her head over Dave's erect pole. As she lowered her head to take it in her mouth Harv moved in behind her and slid his cock into her cum filled pussy. After that Chris was one very busy bus driver as all fourteen guys paid homage at her shrines.




The Bachelor Party Pub Crawl



After everyone had done her once Monte moved into position to get his cock sucked and I moved behind her to take her pussy, but she pulled away from me and then pushed me down on my back. She swung over me and settled down on my cock and reached for Monte's cock. She pulled him to her mouth and licked his cock several times like she was licking an ice cream cone and then said, in a voice fairly dripping with lust: 

"In my ass. I want you in my ass bachelor boy, put your cock in my ass."

She leaned forward, her tits pressing into my chest and sent her tongue searching in my mouth and then she broke the kiss and whispered:

"Pull out so he can get some lube on his dick."

I took my cock out and Monte fucked her pussy for about a minute and then he pulled out and while he was rubbing his cock head against her anal rosebud I pushed back into her cunt. She started kissing me again and her tongue probed my mouth as I felt Monte's cock rub against mine through the thin membrane that separated us. Chris moaned as Monte pushed more and more of his cock into her and then he slowly started fucking her.

It was difficult trying to get a rhythm going so I settled for pushing up into her as deeply as I could go and then letting her movements work on my cock. It took almost ten minutes of hard pounding before Monte grunted and sent his load deep into her ass. As soon as he pulled out of her I wrapped my arms around her, rolled her over on her back and started fucking her as fast and as hard as I could. It took me about two minutes to get off and as I was getting up from her Dave was already on his way to take my place.

The show that Chris, Monte and I had put on had fired everybody up again and again Chris was a very busy young lady for a while. Carl tried to get into her ass, but she told him no, that her ass had been a special treat for just Monte.

After she had dressed I held her arm as she walked unsteadily out to the mini-bus. I held the door for her as she gingerly slid under the wheel. She turned to me and said:

"I was bad, really, really bad wasn't I?"

I smiled at her and said, "Yes you were Christina and it was great."

"I didn't mean to do what I did. I only meant to do Monte to try and cheer him up."

"I think it is safe to say that you did do that. I'm glad I talked you into it. I'm only sorry that I didn't get a chance at that beautiful ass of yours."

"Yes, but you did get a lot more than you had any right to expect."

She leaned toward me and kissed me on the mouth and her tongue flicked in before she pulled back and said:

"Remember, no one and I mean no one, ever knows" and she started the bus and drove away.

I had intended to give Chris the thousand out of my own pocket, but when all the guys dug out their cash and tossed it in Christina's chauffeurs hat I waited to see what happened and then I matched the highest amount offered (Carl's four hundred). Christina walked out of Dave's that night with a huge smile and thirty-one hundred in her pocket.

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I wasn't there for the conversation so I have no idea what went on, but Monte and Daphne went through with their wedding. I don't know, but maybe he thought what he did with Chris cancelled out what she had done with the strippers. I hope it works out for them because I like them both. Three months later I was having dinner with an out of town client and I asked him what he would like to do after dinner. He said he wanted to go to a topless bar.

"I've never been to one and I can't do it at home because my wife would be sure to find out about it and she would kill me."

I took him to the Pink Pussy Cat and I'll be damned if one of the dancers wasn't Christina. She joined us at the table and I bought her a drink and paid her to do a lap dance for Norm and when she finished she leaned over and whispered in my ear:

"I get off at eleven. Meet me at the Denny's over on 6th."

I dropped Norm at his hotel and headed for Denny's. I was sitting in a booth sipping coffee when she came in and slid onto the seat across from me.

"Surprised?"

"An understatement if there ever was one."

"It is all your fault."

"Mine?"

"You were the one who talked me into doing it for Monte. I had such a ball and got such a charge out of it that I just had to do it again."

"The lap dances or the other?"

"Both."

"What happened? Hubby find out and leave you?"

"Yes and no."

"And that means?"

"He found out because I told him and no, he didn't leave."

I raised an eyebrow at that.

"I had to tell him because I knew I was going to do it again and I love him enough that I couldn't do it behind his back. It turns out that my husband has always wanted to see me make it with another man. When I told him what I had done he told me his fantasy and then said that given what I had just done I shouldn't have any problem giving him what he wanted."

"And did you?"

"Once or twice a week and if I remember it right you said you were sorry you didn't get a taste of my ass. Would you like to be the one to follow me home tonight?"

"Does a duck walk barefoot on the beach? Lead the way sweetie."

Her hubby didn't just watch, he also played and I had no trouble double teaming his wife with him. I've been invited back and I'll keep going and doing my absolute best to keep getting invited back.

But as I said in the beginning, I saw how easy it was to cross the line. I know Daphne loved Monte, but she still had no problem with taking on two male strippers. Chris was married and yet she didn't have a problem with taking on fourteen of us in a gangbang and has no problem with fucking other men in front of her husband. I've seen how easy it was for Chris and Daphne to cross the line between fidelity and infidelity and I often wonder if I'll ever be able to get married and not spend all my time worrying about what my wife might do.