Subject: Bachelor Party (MF, FF, exhib, orgy)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: November 14, 2008

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Summary:

I did some bachelor parties back when I was in college but that was years ago.  
I’ve changed a lot since then and I’m definitely not the same girl now as I was 
back then, so how would this one go compared to those others?

Table of Contents:
   Chapter 1 – A Job Offer
   Chapter 2 – Enjoying Myself While Making Preparations
   Chapter 3 – Shopping For Lingerie
   Chapter 4 – Arriving At the Party
   Chapter 5 – The Party Gets Started
   Chapter 6 – Getting More Personal
   Chapter 7 – Raising the Stakes


Chapter 1 – A Job Offer
=======================

Almost four years ago I was a sophomore in college, trying to deal with the pros 
and cons of attending a rather strict Christian University.  First, let me say I 
LOVED my school and I don't regret for a moment my decision to go there.  Sure, 
I could have gone to the University of Pittsburgh or another public college and 
had a lot more “fun”, but my first priority was a good education.

Unlike the bigger schools, where students rarely even see their professor, at my university I never attended a class taught by a grad student TA (teaching assistant).  All classes were taught by full professors who not only were outstanding in their fields, but showed a genuine interest in their students and were always available to discuss academic as well as personal issues.

Being a private, Christian-based university, that allowed the administration to 
establish the rules and conditions as they saw appropriate.  The results were 
the infamous “Lifestyle Guidelines” which we all pledged to maintain.  
Technically I didn’t have to but the unspoken implication was that while 
students were not REQUIRED to pledge and follow them, neither was the university 
REQUIRED to allow everyone to attend...  you get the idea.  Premarital sex was 
strictly forbidden – pregnant girls were expelled immediately.  All dorms and 
on-campus apartments were separated by gender and men were allowed in our rooms 
only on specified visitation days – which were strictly supervised (no closed 
doors, etc.).

The school dress code, while not requiring uniforms or anything overly draconian, was conservative to say the least.  For instance, bikinis were 
forbidden, shorts had to be well down the thighs several inches, skirts has to 
be no higher than just above the knee, and so forth.  “Outward displays of 
affection” were discouraged.  A quick kiss was OK but anything else had to be 
done out of sight. 

My freshman year could have easily been a disaster as I seriously underestimated 
the difficulty I would have adapting to the Lifestyle Guidelines.  Sure I knew 
about them beforehand but the reality never sunk in until I was left alone on 
campus and felt horny the first time – only to realize I was in the sexual 
equivalent of a convent!  Imagine going from having sex almost every day, 
dressing like a slut, and masturbating several times a day, to an environment 
where even TALKING about masturbation in more than a clinical manner was 
forbidden.   

Fortunately, I was saved when my roomie turned out to be a lesbian, (well, 90% - 
she wasn’t a virgin) and she became my first “girlfriend”, at least in a sexual 
way.  (I don't count sex with my mom or aunt).  We had to be VERY discrete but 
Brenda was a great friend as well.  She use to invite me to her home in a nearby 
town where we even got together with her older (and married) brother!  Way too 
much to tell here, but I am sure you can imagine what all happened.  It’s all in 
my diary from back then anyway.

As great as my freshman year was, my sophomore year was drastically different.  
Brenda was now living at home with her parents to save money so I had a new 
roomie – Karen.  She was absolutely gorgeous but totally repressed sexually.  
Talk about being completely opposite from Brenda, she didn’t even allow me to 
sleep in the nude (she threatened to turn me in for being lewd).  Karen didn’t 
even masturbate, claiming it was the moral equivalent of sex and she had never 
done it in her life.  You can just imagine how horny I was feeling by the time 
the second term started!

Sexually frustrated as I had never been in my life, I turned to escorting as a means of satisfying my needs which threatened to overwhelm me.  I also did a couple of bachelor parties where I was fucked by most everyone and had a great time.  Sorry to say, I had to quit escorting after a short run when I was virtually raped.  The bachelor parties ended as well as I feared getting into any situation like that again.

Sorry if all this is boring but I only mention it to differentiate my past 
escorting “career” with my current situation where I perform at parties.  Back 
then, it wasn't about the money, it was all about sex.  Heck, as horny as I was 
I would have done it for free but I figured why not take their money – it seemed 
to make them feel better to pay me as well.

In sharp contrast, today’s situation is just the opposite.  I am not living in a sexually oppressive situation, not by any means, so when I do my parties it’s all about the money.  Heck, if anything now I avoid overly sexually-oriented requests, instead turning them over to my whore cousin Kristi who cuts me in for a percentage as a “referral fee”.

Up until now, I’d done a few parties, mostly lingerie shows.  All but one of 
them were just modeling gigs.  All of my business comes from word-of-mouth as I 
have no advertising budget so it didn’t surprise me when I got a phone call from 
a guy who cited his wife’s lingerie show as to how he heard about me.  
Apparently his brother was getting married soon and he was to be the Best Man.  
Following tradition, that meant he was responsible for the bachelor party, 
including the “entertainment”.  I made it clear that all I was signing up for 
was a “look but no touch” show where I would dress in whatever costume he asked 
for and strip.  Lap dances were OK but the hands had to stay at their sides.  
Essentially they would get a private, “up close and personal” home version of 
what they would have gotten had they gone out to a strip club instead.  He 
agreed and we arranged for the time and location.

Hanging up, I smiled to myself at my good fortune.  How many girls get to love their jobs as much as I do!  I was under no delusions that despite my warnings, I would be groped and fondled but it’s not like I wouldn’t enjoy it too.  I just wanted to set the ground rules about sex more than anything.


Chapter 2 – Enjoying Myself While Making Preparations
=====================================================

When arranging for a party like this, most people want me to dress up as one of 
the usual stereotypes – catholic schoolgirl, French maid, sexy business woman, 
Daisy Duke, and  such so I have costumes already for all of those situations.  
In fact, the schoolgirl costume had been given to me by my own dad for a past 
Christmas.  It’s a cute little ensemble featuring the shortest light-blue plaid 
skirt that zips down the side for easy removal.  Actually, it is a little longer 
than you might expect which just made it all the more erotic as I could move 
around, bend over and such causing it to pull up but without quite making it 
high enough to reveal anything underneath – or if there was anything but me 
under it.  Of course, there WAS something under it.  

Going bare bottom has it’s time and place but for the most part, every stripper 
worth her salt knows men are turned on more by what they do NOT see than 
anything else.  Otherwise, why bother with all the costumes and long, drawn out 
strip teases?  Sure, they may SAY they want to see you nude but deep down, it’s 
the gradual removal that turns them on, as if they were getting to see something 
they weren’t suppose to.

I LOVED my Daisy Duke outfit mostly for the shorts.  Actually, there wasn't much 
down the legs to qualify them as shorts to be honest.  I had cut the denim up so 
high that half my ass was showing and all there was left ion the crotch was a 
small strip of denim barely wide enough to be strong enough to hold the two 
sides together.  The center strip usually pulled up into my pussy anyway so it 
was like having nothing on down there.  Even so, for stripping purposes I 
managed to hide a string thong underneath, just to provide a littler extra tease 
when I pulled the shorts down.  Just when they thought I was about to be bare-
ass, yet another obstruction was in the way!  It’s all part of the game – and 
both sides love it.

Well, I could go on a lot more about my outfits but the only one that mattered 
now was the one I was suppose to wear at this party.  When I discussed it with 
Brian, at first he said he didn’t have any particular preference but then he 
called back the next day with an unusual proposal.

“You know, I was thinking more about your costume some more.  My brother always 
had this thing for one of our teacher’s at school – Miss Donnelly.  It was weird 
and I use to tease him about her all the time, but she was the mousiest teacher 
at school.  You know the type – long dresses, hair tied up, glasses.  There was 
something about her, though, that just set Keith off.  All he talked about was 
wondering what was under that dress and what it would be like to “convert” her.  
I don’t mean she was a lezbo or anything, he meant convert her to a slut.  You 
think you could pull something like that off?”

“You mean, come in like I’m Miss Donnelly and then turn into a slut in front of your brother?”

Yeah, that’s it.  Damn, he would love it, I’m sure!”

Well, that wasn't too hard a request.  When he first called I was afraid he’d 
come up with something bizarre involving chains or whips.  Heck, this sounded 
like fun!  The next time I was at the mall I would go to JC Penney, the place to 
shop when you want something dull and drab.  Well, to be fair, the store DOES 
carry some nice clothes but face it, most girls wouldn’t get caught dead 
shopping there if it wasn't for the sales and coupons.  Put it this way, I 
bought a number of outfits there back when I was going to school and then later 
when I was teaching at a Christian elementary school.

It was a couple of days later before I had an opportunity to shop at the mall. 
Just as I had planned, I went to JC Penney first and headed straight to the 
Misses section.  I felt a little out of place as usually this was where the moms 
and older woman shopped.  One of the more elderly sales ladies give me an odd 
look but she probably figured I was buying something as a gift for someone like 
my mom.  Looking through the dress racks, I winced at some of the styles and 
sizes, pledging to myself that I would never let myself go to where I had no 
choice but to wear such large sizes.  God, some were more like tents than 
dresses!

Eventually I found a rack with some half-way decent dresses in my size and 
picked out a few to try on.  Fortunately the store wasn't very busy in the 
middle of the week and nobody was in any of the dressing rooms so far as I could 
tell.  I chose one towards the end of the row and closed the door behind me.  It 
was one of those deals where the door didn’t go all the way to the floor but 
instead left an opening at the bottom of about a foot or so.  I guess it was 
meant to be like a restroom where people could see if someone was in there 
without having to knock or inadvertently walk in.  The door DID have this 
pathetic little latch but it was so flimsy I doubted that it would have held if 
someone pushed really hard by mistake.

Hanging up the clothes on a hanger on the side wall, I quickly stripped. It 
didn’t take long as all I was wearing as a pair of old jeans and a Steelers 
sweatshirt, nothing to write home about for sure.  It left me standing there 
naked as I hadn't bothered with any panties or a bra.  Heck, with the bulky 
sweatshirt nobody could tell if I was wearing one or not anyway.  I hung them on 
a little hook on the back of the door and turned to debate which dress to try on 
first.

I started with a cute little number that was a light floral design and a lace top around the neck.  Dropping it over my head, it fell down over me and I turned to the mirror without bothering to try and zip up the back or anything. 
Looking critically at myself in the mirror, it didn’t appear to be all that bad 
on me and I might have been tempted to buy it for school back when I was 
teaching.  Therein was the problem - it looked cute and “cute” wasn't the style 
I was looking for.

The next dress was a turquoise nightmare that I had picked out more for a joke 
than anything.  I couldn’t help but wince when I looked in the mirror.  God, it 
was like something from a 1950’s horror movie.   Had I been colorblind, it 
actually fit me well and I might have gone with it but that awful color!  God, 
it was just too much.

The dress I saved for last was dark brown, almost black, with a tie-around belt 
that came together in the back.  It was a little more low cut than I was looking 
for, not enough to show any cleavage but not up to the neck by any means.  It 
hung just below my knees with short sleeves that had some lace around the edges.  
Overall, it was just tight enough to show off my figure without being clingy.  
Hmmm, this might be the one.

Standing there in front of the mirror, I imagined how the guys would react when 
I walked into the room wearing this dress, maybe with some modest heels and 
thigh-high black hose.  I certainly wouldn't look like any stripper any of them 
had probably ever seen before.  Would I remind them of a teacher or maybe a mom 
of one of their friends back when they were younger, maybe one that had them 
jerking off at night when they were alone in their beds?  I cupped my boobs, 
squeezing them gently as my nipples reacted to the thought of the whistles and 
comments the guys would be making.  Of course they would want to see underneath 
right away but I wouldn’t let them, not at first at least, not until they wanted 
me even more.

My eyes closed and my head dropped back as I gripped my firm boobs through the 
dress, rubbing the material against my bare flesh underneath, causing it to 
tease my erect nipples even more.  I let out a long breath as my pussy tingled 
just as little as I dreamed of walking around the room, fending off their 
groping hands as they tried to lift my dress and touch me.  God it turned me on 
so much to think of all those men wanting me, lusting for me.  They wouldn’t 
have ever seen me before, not know a thing about who I was or anything.  All 
they would be looking at would be my body, lusting for it and wanting it for 
themselves.   To them I wasn’t a girl, with feelings and needs.  All I was to 
them was a piece of meat, something they wanted to fuck as their ancient animal 
instincts began to rise within them.

I leaned back against the side of the dressing stall, my eyes tightly shut as I 
slowly raised the dress to my waist.  Today I was bare underneath but they would 
see my panties underneath, something lacey and sexy but not terribly revealing, 
forcing them to beg me to take them off as their hard dicks took control of 
their actions.  My hand moved to my pussy, cupping it with the palm of my hand 
pressing against my clit, feeling the growing warmth as I dreamed of being the 
object of desire for so many men.

God my clit wanted to be touched!  I lifted one leg to the bench seat against 
the back wall, planting my foot firmly on it and spreading my leg to the side to 
give me better access to my warm crotch.   Oh yes, I would show them how good it 
felt to touch myself, how wet I could make myself.  As much as it made me horny 
to touch myself now which thinking of them watching, I knew it was nothing 
compare to how I would react when a real audience was watching me masturbate.
  
It’s hard to describe the feeling I get inside, the thrill that rises in me, 
when someone watches me masturbate.  I know what they are thinking when they 
watch, how bad they wish it was THEIR finger that was in me instead of my own.  
It makes me feel incredibly sexy to touch myself in front of someone, and then 
watch them touch their dicks as they get so horny that their inhibitions melt 
away.

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” I moaned softly as I pushed my middle finger up into myself.  It had been a few days since I’d last been fucked and my pussy reminded me that it 
needed more attention.  Would the guys want to fuck me?  Would they pull their 
swollen dicks out and try to get them in me if I gave them each a lap dance?   
Would they want me to suck their erect cocks in front of their friends and maybe 
even a brother or father – or a son?  While I may have contracted to just strip 
and tease, that didn’t mean I wasn’t hoping they would want more.  My finger 
moved in and out of me as I imagined fingering myself in front of them, teasing 
them and asking them if they thought their dicks would feel bigger than my 
finger in me.

I pulled the dress up more so my bare ass was pressing against the cool wall of 
the dressing stall.  I rubbed my smooth ass against the wall, pretending it was 
a guy’s lap that I was pushing against.  If only I could feel a hard dick now 
against my bare butt!  The thought of a nice warm hard cock rubbing in between 
my firm ass cheeks made me shiver as I rubbed myself faster and faster.

I was so close to cumming now, I wanted to cum so badly!  Quickly I pulled the 
dress over my head and let it drop to the floor in a heap. Pushing my clothes 
off the bench seat, I laid on my back with one leg over the side with my foot on 
the floor and the other leg up in the air, my other foot pressing against the 
opposite wall.  Quickly my hand returned to my pussy while the pother gripped my 
boob.  I pushed two fingers inside of me and didn't even think about it when a 
loud gasp erupted from my open mouth as I breathed more heavily.  My butt was 
rising off the seat, instinctively thrusting up against the imaginary dick that 
was fucking me.

Who would fuck me?  Heck, would ANY of them fuck me?  It didn't matter as in my 
dreams I was imagining each of them ramming his dick in me, pushing his manhood 
deep inside of my cunt, pressing his forest of pubic hair against my bare and 
smooth pussy.   I imagined the explosions within me as each of them erupted and 
filled me with their cum.  Oh God, I was SO close now!

Another finger in me, making it three.  I was fucking myself, masturbating 
furiously as I drove myself to the edge and then smashed through the barrier as 
if it wasn’t even there.  My pussy exploded, sending shivers throughout me.  My 
hips thrust upward and I held them there, trying to drive the cock of my 
imaginary lover even deeper into me, trying to get his cum as deep into me as 
possible.

“Oh fuck me,” I gasped softly, vaguely remembering where I was but unable to 
completely hold myself back.

It was wonderful, the most incredible pleasure a woman can experience and I was 
feeling it in spades right now.  I gritted my teeth to keep from crying out load 
as my hips jerked almost involuntarily under my “lover”, bucking up and down 
like a whore.  My face and chest felt like they were on fire as I flushed deep 
red, goose bumps rising all over me at the same time.

Finally it was over and I dropped my sweaty ass to the seat and just laid there, 
my foot down from the wall now and on the bench seat.  I pulled my wet fingers 
out of my pussy but kept my hand cupped against my pussy as it would spasm 
erratically, like small aftershocks following a major earthquake. I placed my 
other hand over the first, pulling my hands up tight against my throbbing 
crotch, letting just the pressure of my hands stimulate me.  I realized I was 
breathing deeply, almost gasping as I caught my breath.  Damn!  I felt so 
fucking good!

“Excuse me, are you all right in there miss?”

From somewhere I heard a light knocking on the door and she repeated herself.  
Crap, it was a sales lady, probably the same old biddy that had seen me before.  
Hmmm, I wondered just how much she had heard?  How long had she been standing 
outside the door listening to what was going on inside?

“I’m fine, be out in just a sec,” I responded, trying to sound as calm and 
normal as I could under the circumstances.  My pussy suddenly convulsed and I 
gasped before catching myself.  God I wanted to be fucked!

“Are you SURE you’re OK?...  Well, I was just checking. Someone said it sounded 
like something might be wrong so I just wanted to be sure”

Oh really?  So there HAD been someone else back here?  If so, they must have 
come in after I started masturbating and lost track of what was happening 
outside.  Wow, that might have been embarrassing!  Sure in all the porn stories 
the lady joins in but this was real life and odds were it was some dumpy old 
lady who probably hadn't experienced an orgasm in years.  Sheesh, couldn’t they 
leave people to masturbate in peace?  Or was it just a story so she didn’t have 
to admit she had been listening in on me?

Whatever the real story, I quickly dressed and tried to straighten my hair as 
best I could with a small brush from my purse.  There was no hiding the 
flushness in my face, though, as that might take an hour or more to completely 
go away.  Oh well, the worst of it faded quickly and I doubted the sales lady 
would say anything anyway.  Taking a deep breath to try and slow my heart rate, 
I picked up the dresses and headed back to the sales floor.

“Oh good, find something you liked?” the sales lady greeted me as I emerged.  
She was smiling sweetly at me with that ”I know what you were doing” look but I 
just smiled back at her and handed over the dark brown dress.

“Oh this must have looked great on you,” she complimented me, “For a party or a 
dance?”

Oh how I was tempted to tell her the truth!  For just a moment I imagined the 
expression on her sweet face if I said it was for a bachelor party and I was 
going to be stripping my way out of it in front of a dozen men or so.  Instead, 
I told her it was just for a “party” and indeed, I did think it was a great 
looking outfit.  She just smiled and rang me up.  I quickly ran my fingers past 
my nose and I wondered if she could smell my pussy odor?  God, I must be reeking 
of sex right now!  If there was one thing I’d learned about women – they can 
smell the sex of another woman a mile away.  My mom use to wink at me whenever I 
would come home from a hot date and she once told me she could always tell the 
moment I walked in, no matter how dark, if I’d been laid.


Chapter 3 – Shopping For Lingerie
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I took my bag and headed for the lingerie department.  Most of my underwear was 
either too risqué or too conservative for what I had planned.  I seldom wear a 
bra and when I do, it’s for one of two reasons – to tease a man or because I 
have to.  If it’s for teasing, then it’s certainly something sexy and lacey, 
revealing and easy to take off.  Then there are those times when society says a 
girl has to wear a bra – like when I was teaching at a Christian elementary 
school.  Nobody was going to be seeing it, that was one thing that was for 
certain, so if I had to wear one, it may as well be comfortable – something most 
sexy lingerie is not.

Needless to say, neither style was going to work for the look that I was shooting for.  I needed something that was just a little revealing without looking like it came from Victoria’s Secret so my home collection wouldn’t do.  I needed to shop for just the right thing...

The lingerie department appeared to be as slow as the rest of the store with two 
ladies standing around looking totally bored.  Both looked to be in their late 
thirties or forties, neatly dressed and attractive.  As I approached the bra 
section, one of them came over and asked if I could use some help.  I politely 
declined which she took graciously enough but then asked if I had been fitted 
recently.  Well, the truth is that I’ve never had a formal “fitting”, just 
buying what I had before and then changing size as it seemed  necessary.   In 
any case, it wasn't like I wore one that often anyway and so long as they didn’t 
hurt, what was the big deal?

“Oh it’s up to your dear,” she smiled, “it’s just that most women don’t get 
fitted properly and you might be amazed at how much better a proper bra can 
feel.”

First, why do all older women like to call me “dear”?  No matter, she meant well 
I could tell.  Now she had me curious.  Exactly what was a “fitting” anyway?  I 
shrugged and said OK.

“Well, we need to go in back... don't want all those bored husbands watching 
now, do we dear,” she said with a wink.  Not that I could see any around, but I 
knew what she was talking about.  Nothing more nosey in a store than a poor guy 
being force to follow his wife around like a whipped puppy as she spends forever 
looking for an outfit.

Once in back by the dressing room, she motioned for me to go in a dressing room 
saying, “With that heavy sweatshirt on, you really need to take it off so I 
would imagine you’ll want some privacy.”

It was all I could do to stifle a giggle.  If only she knew what I did for a 
living!  She seemed really sincere though, and I could tell she meant well.  
There was absolutely nothing in her demeanor to indicate it was anything but 
what she said.  Now if it was a MALE salesmen...

Inside I slipped off my sweatshirt and I think I surprised her a little when she 
realized I had nothing underneath.

“Oh,” she let slip out a little as she glanced at my bare chest and then looked 
away. 

“Sorry, I usually don't wear one,” I said, trying to sound apologetic for 
surprising her with my bare chest.

“Oh don't be silly dear, I just wish I could get away without one and look as 
good as you,” she replied wistfully, as if recalling days long past.  From what 
I could tell under her dress, she didn’t look too bad herself and I imagined she 
probably still had a nice set of boobs herself.  “Now let’s get you measured 
up...”

She had me stand straight with my arms out just enough to be able to wrap her 
measuring tape around my chest.  She measured under my boobs to get my chest 
size and then around the fullness of my breasts to get the cup size.  My nipples 
were still semi-erect from my recent masturbation and the feeling of the cloth 
tape against them stimulated them once again, making me jump slightly.

“Sorry, you must be really sensitive,” she apologized.  If she only knew WHY 
they were so sensitive!  For just a moment I had a vision of her reaching out 
and cupping my boobs in her hands, telling me she needed to check their 
firmness.  Of course that was unnecessary and she never did anything even 
remotely outward towards me, but I wondered how she would have reacted had I 
taken her hands and placed them on my bare boobs.

“Hmmmm, looks like we have a 36C here,” she concluded, “Was there any particular 
style or brand you were looking for?”

I hesitated, wondering what I should tell her.  “Well, it’s for my boyfriend and 
he has this fantasy about an old teacher of his...”

I let my voice fade out, as if saying, “and you know what he wants to see.”  She 
got the picture and I smiled as she swallowed a little bit harder than normal.  
Then she smiled at me, as if I had just told her the weather outside.

“Well, I think that’s sweet.  He’s a lucky boy to have a girlfriend think so 
much about him.... Wait here for just a second – I have just the thing.”

She checked to be sure nobody was outside the door and then exited, shutting the 
door behind her, leaving me standing there topless.  A few minutes later she was 
back, carrying a couple different bras in her hands.

“You know, I have to admit, I’ve always loved these,” she said softly in a 
conspiratorial tone, “I don't think my husband would know what to do if I wore 
anything like this these days.”

The first was sheer black with rear snaps and deep plunging front.  The top 
edges were all lacey and it looked quite sexy.

“Here, let me help you get it on,” she offered.  She help it out by the shoulder 
straps and placed it over my boobs, letting me put my arms through the straps 
and then moving around to the back to do the latches.

“Now I bet you just wear them off the shelf like this, don’t you dear,” she 
asked rhetorically, continuing on as if she already knew the answer – which she 
did. “I don't know why so many girls don’t take the time to get them properly 
fitted.”

As she was talking, she was adjusting the shoulder straps and tugging on the 
cups to seat my boobs properly.  “Do you mind?” she asked politely, as she 
cupped my boob and held it up a little as she adjusted things some more.  For 
whatever reason, feeling her hand under my boob, cupping it gently but firmly, 
was more erotic than I would ever have expected.  All I could think was how I 
wanted her to just squeeze it a little – oh PLEASE massage it!  Alas, she was 
being professional and once she was done, she released me as my pussy was 
feeling hotter and wetter by the moment.  Had she ever been with a girl?  Had 
she ever cupped a girl’s boobs in her hand and then reached down and sucked on 
her nipples?  Had a girl ever touched hers?  What would she say if I reached for 
hers and began to touch them?

“There... how does that feel now?”

I had to admit, she was right – the bra DID feel better now.  I looked in the 
4mirror and loved how it looked on me.  It barely was enough to cover my nipples 
and it enhanced my cleavage without squashing my boobs together like those damn 
“wonder bras”.

“I hope you don't mind me saying this dear, but you look great in it,” she said, 
almost apologetically as if she was afraid I would take offense, “You’re guy is 
going to love it.” Well, technically that should have been plural, as in “guys”, 
but little did she know.

“You know, I brought another one in but I think this one already looks perfect 
on you,” she continued, “then again, I think just about anything would good on a 
body like yours.”

I was actually surprised she said that and I think she was too as she suddenly 
backed away as if she had crossed a line she hadn’t meant to.   I couldn’t help 
but smile as I knew she hadn't meant anything sexual and that if anything, she 
seemed a little embarrassed that I may have taken it as such.

She left to room to let me get dressed.  I took off the bra and reached for my 
sweatshirt.  AS I pulled it over my head, the soft material brushed against my 
now totally erect nipples, making me shiver as it dropped into place.  Damn, I 
wanted so bad to masturbate now but she would be wondering where I was and there 
would be no hiding what I had done. I couldn’t help but wonder if she didn’t 
already smell the sex on me from my last dressing room session.

I paid for the bra as the sales lady – I never did get her name, took my charge 
card and rang me up without hardly looking at me.  The other sale lady came up 
to help bag up the bra and she looked at the other woman as if she wondered what 
was wrong. I smiled as she handed me the bag with my receipt and as I walked 
away, I wished I could hear what the two of them were talking about.

I had some panties at home that would work so that ended my shopping trip.  Now 
all I had to do was wait for the big event!  As I walked through that Food Court 
to get back to my car, who should I see but my best friend Beth along with 
Samantha, another good friend of mine.

“Hey girls!” I greeted them and we all hugged.  Beth looked at me in my dungy 
outfit and shook her head saying, “Damn girl, I guess it’s dress-down day.  
What’s in the bags?” We all sat down at a table and the two of them looked 
through the two bags.

“What in the world?” Beth mused as she pulled out the dress, “Not quite your style girl.  What’s the story?

At the same time, Samantha let out a low whistle as she showed Beth the nice bra 
I had just bought.

“OK, those definitely do NOT go together,” Beth laughed, “Since when do you 
dress like an old lady... and what’s with the bra anyway?”

I explained to them about the bachelor party – they both were well aware of my 
recent “career move”.  Both of them giggled a little as I explained to them the 
background.

“So you’re to be the ice queen teacher who changes to a slut when the clock 
strikes midnight?” Samantha teased me, “Sounds like a modern Cinderella story.”

I wasn't quite sure where she found the analogy but that was Sam for you.  In 
case you haven’t read about her, she was the one who introduced me to my first – 
and LAST, experience with K9 sex and always seemed to have something a little 
off-the wall to say.  She meant well and was certainly not as dippy as my cousin 
Kristi, but still... you had to think sometimes about what she was saying.

“So how many ‘students’ will you be ‘teaching’?” Beth said with a naughty grin. 
I actually wasn't sure but I got the idea it would be around eight or ten from 
what Brian had told me.  “So no records then I take it,” Beth teased.

I looked at her with a sharp look, pretending to be offended that she would 
imply such a thing.  We all broke up laughing.  She was, of course, referring to 
the most number of guys I had fucked at one time at a party.  Well, ten guys 
wouldn’t come close to a new record but it was certainly a nice number.  
Honestly, there comes a point when the more, the NOT merrier.

We went on talking about friends and boys – the usual subjects of our 
conversations.  Beth tried talking me into going with her to a party but I just 
avoided the subject.  She had been trying for months now and I just couldn’t get 
myself worked up for one.  She loved them to the point where I had to wonder at 
times if she ever had sex with LESS than three or four guys but that wasn't for 
me.  Group sex certainly had it’s moments but for me, I had to be in the right 
frame of mind.  It was different when it was part of my job but when it was for 
my own pleasure, give me one guy anytime, OK maybe two.

Friday finally arrived and I was ready to go.  I had shaved – everywhere, and 
cleaned myself up with just the right amount of makeup so I looked good but not 
like a whore.  The outfit was perfect!  Looking in the mirror, I shuddered as it 
brought back memories of some teachers back when I was in school – the ones with 
no sense of humor who always were so strict and unrelenting in their demands for 
homework.  Of course, not many wore thigh-high black hose, at least not that I 
had noticed, but unless I lifted my skirt I could have been wearing pantyhose 
for all anyone could tell.

The bra actually felt good – I had to get fitted more often and maybe next time, with someone a little more ‘accommodating”.  The panties were a new pair I had bought a while back but had yet to wear.  Although not “granny panties” by any stretch of the imagination, neither would they qualify anywhere close to being a thong.  Actually, they were quite comfortable. Of course, nothing felt better than the air against a bare bottom, but if I HAD to wear panties, these were the ones to choose.  Thongs may show off your ass nice but it’s like walking around with a full-time wedgie!

The one thing that gave me away, if you looked at it that way, were my shoes.  
Not many teachers wore five inch black heels but I love the way they showed off my legs and besides, there had to be a hint of the seductress under the old-maid 
dress.  My hair was pulled back tight into a bun behind my head, something I 
rarely did and had a bitch of a time doing myself but it really made me look the 
part.  A small pearl necklace was all the jewelry I wore besides a set of 
diamond earrings that my dad had recently given me for Christmas.  It was too 
bad he was working late, as usual.  I could only imagine how his imagination 
would have been fired up had he seen me as I prepared to head out the door.  I 
pulled out a long black coat to wear as it was pretty cold and damp out, plus it 
helped to hide the outfit for the time being.


Chapter 4 – Arriving At the Party
=================================

It took about twenty minutes to drive to the address I had been giving.  
Following instructions, I parked a couple of doors down so I wouldn't be in 
front of the house and then slipped in behind the house to the back door.  I 
knocked softly but someone must have seen me coming because the door opened up 
almost immediately.

“Hey, you must be Kelly,” the guy said cheerfully, motioning me to come in.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside before I changed my mind.  Suddenly all 
the talk and fantasies were gone and everything was REAL.  Damn, what was I 
getting myself into?

My first impression was whoever lived here was a pig.  The door led into a 
laundry room with clothes just thrown on the floor making it hard to walk 
without stepping on something.  The washer and drier were different colors and 
from different manufacturers, not quite what you would call a matching set.  
Empty detergent bottle were scattered about and the place smelled of sweaty 
clothes and dirty underwear.  To say I was a little disgusted would be the 
understatement of the year.

The guy ahead me fit right in.  He was wearing a dirty white t-shirt and torn 
jeans – not the king that you pay a fortune for in the trendy stores.  He had 
what looked to be at least a few days growth and then I noticed he was barefoot!  
He didn’t look back at me until we entered the kitchen.

Based on the condition of the laundry room, I shouldn't have been socked by what the kitchen looked like but despite the forewarning, I still couldn’t help but gasp a little at the disgusting display of filth and disarray.  Somebody actually ATE in here?  Apparently so based on the number of pizza boxes and dirty dishes, not to mention the beer cans scattered about plus a few bottle of some liquor or another.  Well, I knew what my answer would be should someone offer me anything to eat – anything to drink better come in a sealed bottle or can!

I was about to turn around and just walk out without another word when the guy 
turned around, looked around at the mess around us, and shrugged his shoulders.

“Sorry for the mess, the housekeeper’s out this week,” he said in a lame attempt to be funny.  “Nobody is here yet; I wanted you to get here first so nobody would know about you until the time came.”  He looked me over like a judge evaluating a cow at a state fair.  “Mind if I see the goods?”

I just rolled my eyes and unbuttoned my coat, opening it up to show him my 
outfit underneath.

“Mmmmm, great outfit, I’m Brian by the way,” he said, introducing himself 
finally, “Damn, Bobby’s gonna love that outfit.”  He continued to just stare at 
me and then grinned and asked, “Can I see what’s underneath?”

Sheesh, what a moron!  I shook my head and just smiled at him disarmingly.  “Not 
until the show.”

He frowned but didn’t push it, thank goodness.  Last thing I needed was some 
macho guy pushing me around from the start.  Then he motioned to me with his hand to follow.

“C’mon, I'll show you where you can stay until they get here.”

Actually, the rest of the house wasn’t all that bad.  Messy, to be sure, but not 
in the stomach turning way the kitchen had been.  It was your stereotypical 
bachelor house, or at least guys lived here.  Several video games were attached 
to a couple of large screen TVs and a wide range of porno videos and magazines 
were spread about.

I followed Brian up the stairs to what looked to be a spare bedroom.  I say that because the bed couldn’t possibly have been slept in with all the junk piled on top of it.  A treadmill was along the wall but apparently was either broke or unused as it now served as a dirty clothes basket.

“Please lock the door so nobody comes in and finds you,” Brian instructed me.  
He paused for a minute, as if debating whether or not to ask something else.  
Well, he made the wrong decision.

“So tell me, how much for a BJ to get things started?”

My shoulders drooped and I just stared at him in disbelief. “Hey, I’m NOT a 
whore asshole.”

“Whoa!  Don't get all huffy on me bitch,” he snarled, “Face it, it’s not like 
you’re a virgin either.”

“You want me to leave now or what?” I huffed at him.  He waved his hands and 
just laughed at me.

“Hey, you can’t blame a guy for trying, can you?”

Before I could answer that one the way it deserved, he laughed again and quickly 
shut the door behind him.  I just stared at the door, covered with a nude 
centerfold of Miss whomever.  Why wasn't I surprised?  I shoved some crap off 
the bed and took a seat, keeping my coat on.  Well, THIS certainly wasn't the 
way I had hoped to get things started.  I should have been feeling all hot and 
horny with anticipation.  Instead I felt like anything but.  I certainly hoped 
Brian wasn’t representative of the rest of the guys.

After about ten minutes or so, I could hear more voices and doors opening and 
shutting as the guys started to arrive.  The music got louder and the voices 
with it.  I really couldn’t make out what was being said but it certainly wasn't 
taking them any time to get the party rolling.  I wondered when they would be 
asking me to come down and join them.  Actually, the longer it took the better I 
figured.  The drunker they were the more jerks they would be but at the same 
time, the more susceptible they were to suggestion.  In situations like this, a 
bunch of drunks were actually easier to control than a group of guys with their 
heads still on their shoulders.


Chapter 5 – The Party Gets Started
==================================

It was almost another hour later and I was starting to wonder what the story was 
when someone knocked at the door.  Unsure of who it was, I didn’t say anything 
until I heard Brian outside calling me name.  I opened the door and he was there 
with a beer in his hand and a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Well, you ready?”

By now I had settled down and WAS actually quite ready.  If anything, the time 
spent alone had given me the chance to think more about what I would do once I 
went down the stairs into what was the equivalent, you might say, of a lion’s 
den except in this case it was more like wolves.  I gave Brian a naughty grin 
and a wink and followed him out into the hallway.  The noise level rose as we 
neared the stairs and I started to wonder just how many guys were down there.

“OK, wait here until you hear me call you down,” Brian whispered, hardly 
necessary as nobody could have heard him over the ruckus.  I clutched my coat 
and waited nervously as he bounded down the carpeted steps and stood at the 
bottom of the landing.

“Hey you fuckers, it’s time for poor Bobby here to have his last chance as a 
free man! “  I saw him point to someone out of sight, apparently the guest of 
honor.  “Hey Bobby, remember Miss Donnelly from school?  Oh don't look so 
innocent, how many times did you jerk off over her after school!”

Everyone laughed and Brian waited for them to settle down – a relative term in 
this situation, then continued his introduction, “Well Bobby, you don't have to 
stroke it any more..... here she is!”

With that he pointed up at me and I took my cue and unhurriedly walked down the 
stairs, allowing myself to appear at a tantalizingly slow rate.  I was 
completely covered at the time by my coat with only the bottoms of my calves 
showing along with the high heels and black hose.  It suddenly dawned on me that 
I’d left out an important piece of the costume – glasses, but I doubted anyone was looking at my face anyway.

I quickly took in the room, counting only eight guys in all – not nearly as many as I was expecting from the decibel level earlier.  It was easy to pick out the future groom.  Bobby was sitting in an overstuffed chair, something that looked from a refugee from the Goodwill store (and probably was).  He was holding a beer in one hand but the thing that grabbed my attention was damn, he was a hunk!  As gross as his brother might be, Bobby was obviously the “good” brother of the family, although I had no idea that other members there might be.

The rest of the guys didn’t look all that bad either, just your typical group of men that looked to range from maybe their early twenties to thirties.  There wasn't anyone who looked to be too young while at the same time, no fathers either.

“Hi Bobby, ready for some lessons?” I purred as I approached him.  Standing in 
front of him, the rest of the guys quickly moved their chairs in a sort of 
lopsided circle with Bobby at one end.  I just ignored them for the time being, 
focusing completely on Bobby – not too hard to do with his rugged looks, close-
cropped dark hair, and what looked to be already a bulge in his pants.

“Oh yeah, time for school!” one of them crowed as the rest of them quieted down 
a bit, waiting to see what would happen.

Taking my cue from Brian’s intro, I leaned over and wagged my finger at Bobby, 
“You’ve been a bad boy after school, haven’t you, playing with yourself and 
thinking of me?”

Surprisingly, Bobby actually seemed a little embarrassed, his face reddening a 
bit as if he was a bit self-conscious about all this talk of him masturbating.  
Well, maybe not so surprising after all.  I’ve found that while men will joke 
about “jerking off”, “stroking”, and such euphemisms, they seldom like to 
actually discuss themselves masturbating.  By the same token, they all seem to 
love watching a girl do herself, but when it comes to putting their hand on 
their own dick in front of me, very few men seem to be comfortable doing it.

It wasn’t my job to make him uncomfortable so I dropped that line of talk and 
started to slowly unbutton my coat.  “You don't mind if I stay a while, do you?” 
I asked, looking around a the rest of them as if I needed their approval as 
well.  That created a momentary pandemonium as they all joined in to assure me 
yes indeed, I was more than welcome to stay all night – with obvious 
implications.

Slowly I allowed the coat to drop off my shoulders and then I slipped one arm 
out and then the other.  Handing the coat to one of the guys, I stood there with 
my hands on my hips, my weight on one foot as I looked back at the groom.  “I 
was told you liked this outfit... what do you think of it?”

Bobby just shook his head in disbelief.  I was pretty sure his expectations were 
that under the coat would be much less – maybe just a garter for all I knew, or 
something similarly revealing.  When was the last time a stripper took off her 
long coat and looked like a schoolteacher (and NOT a naughty one from their 
fantasies)?

I slowly walked around the circle, not quite strutting but authoritatively, taking control of the room.  Suddenly music started to play and I instantly recognized the song – one of my favorites actually; “Doncha” by the Pussycat Dolls.  It was a little early for such a song but it got the guys going which was what mattered.  It was also loud enough that I didn’t have to keep up the dialog, which was just fine with me.  I was hear to tease and show off, not  
audition for a play.

As the music played, I started to slowly dance, letting my hips move and my 
hands to run down my sides and then over my hips and ass.  As conservative as 
the outfit was, they couldn’t see anymore than they would at church but I 
definitely wasn’t dancing like it was Sunday morning.  I had plenty of time so 
there was no point in rushing into anything.  I knew the longer I stayed fully 
dressed, the more anxious they would get and the more impact it would have when 
I finally started to reveal myself to them.

As I slowly made my way around the circle, the guys would reach out and try to 
touch my butt or even reach under my dress to which I would playfully slap their 
hands to step away.  The ones who kept their hands to themselves were rewarded 
by a touch on their face or shoulder and a personal smile from me.  They were 
getting a bit antsy so it was time to get down to business.  Standing back in 
the middle, facing Bobby, I slowly hiked the dress up, revealing more of my 
hose-covered legs until it was about mid-thigh level.  I reached down and rubbed 
my hands over my thighs and claves, leaning over without bending my knees so my 
ass stuck out behind me.  The just as I started to pull it up higher, I let it 
drop and shook my finger at him, as if to say, “what are you looking at?”

“Show some tit!” I heard Brian call out, followed by others asking for other 
parts of me to be revealed as well.

Well, they would just have to wait!  I reached up and unbuttoned the top button of the dress under my neck, followed slowly by the next few until it was open down to my cleavage.  Rather than show them any more, I cupped my boobs in my hands and smiled.

“Keep going!” someone encouraged me but for the moment, I just hefted my boobs 
with my two hands and then ever-so-slowly massaged them.  The smile on my face 
wasn't just for show – it felt good!

Turning around, I leaned over again, putting both hands on one ankle and then bringing them both up together, caressing my calve and then my thigh as my hands moved up, bringing the bottom of the dress with them.  More and more of my leg appeared until finally the dress was up to the bottom of my rear and with a quick flip, I tossed it up to reveal my bottom to them.  At that point they could see I was just wearing hose – not pantyhose, plus the sexy panties.  No doubt they could have done without the panties but that was exactly why I was wearing them – to torment them for as long as possible. 

Standing up again, the dress once again dropped to cover me up, much to the 
disappointment of the group but I had their full attention now.  Moving closer 
to Bobby, I straddled his legs and then turned around and sat on his lap, 
rubbing my butt into his crotch through our clothes.  His hands reached around 
me and landed on my upper thighs, ribbing me through the dress covering them.  
He started to try and pull it up but I pushed his hands down, keeping him from 
his goal.  He then tried a new approach, running up to my boobs and grabbing one 
in each hand.  This time I allowed it, until he tried to unbutton me more at 
which point I once again thwarted him.  he grabbed them again and I allowed him 
to play with them while his buddies watched, their eyes fixated on my chest.

Pushing his hands away, I got up off his lap and turned around.  Leaning over, I 
whispered in his ear, “Take my panties off but don't lift my dress up too much, 
OK?”

He grinned wickedly at me as I gave him a peck on the cheek and stood back up again.  The other guys couldn’t have heard what I said but they quickly got the picture as Bobby leaned forward and reached under my dress.  I felt his hands move up my legs until he got to my crotch.   I slapped at him through my dress and wagged my finger at him.

“Now now, that wasn’t your homework assignment.  Do you want detention?”

Probably he did, if it meant being detained by me, but that was besides the 
point.  He shrugged his shoulders and looked at the guys as if to say, “Hey I 
tried!”  His hand moved under my dress to my sides, gripping the panties.  The 
dress was up to my knees by now but otherwise, all the other guys could see were 
the outline of his hands underneath as he wasted no time in pulling my panties 
down to my ankles.  I stepped out of them and he waved them around like a prize 
for the others to cheer about.

It made me feel a little naughty to be standing there in front of them all, knowing that they now knew I was bare under the dress, at least so far as my bottom was concerned.  Bobby passed my panties around like it was Show and Tell.  More than a few of them couldn’t resist putting them to their face, trying to get a sniff of my pussy. 

With those out of the way, it as time to give some of the others some attention.   
There wasn’t any real rhyme or reason to who to choose so I just stepped to the 
side and picked the guy next to Bobby.   He seemed to be one of the older guys 
and I straddled his legs, sitting on his lap as I put my hands on his shoulders 
and ground my ass into his lap.  His hands immediately went to my bottom, 
cupping each ass cheek in one hand as he squeezed my bottom.  It actually felt 
good and I wiggled my butt for him to show my appreciation before moving on to 
the next guy.  He was a little more ambitious, trying to reach down under my 
dress but it wasn't time for that – yet. I waved a finger at him to say he was 
naughty and moved on.  This guy took his cue form the first one and again my ass 
got a nice massage for which he also was rewarded in the same way.

It took a while to get around the circle but eventually I was back to Bobby.  My 
intent had been to give them all at least a little taste to wet their appetites, 
even if it did take up quite a bit of time during which they didn't get to 
really such much of anything but they didn’t seem to mind.

Planting myself on Bobby’s lap, facing him this time, I unbuttoned a couple more buttons on the front of the dress, revealing the bra underneath.  It was now open enough that he could reach in – something he was quick to notice as well and he took advantage of my unspoken “offer”, reaching one hand under the dress and grabbing my boob in his hand through the bra.

“Alright Bobby!  Get some tit!”

I allowed him to fondle me for a while as his other hand roamed over me until it 
settled on my butt.  I reached down, pressing my hand against his crotch.  Yep, 
the boy as definitely turned on!  As he groped me, I rubbed his dick through his 
jeans, pressing the base of my palm against it to apply pressure as I rotated my 
hand over his hardened dick.  No doubt he was hoping I would reach in and 
release it but THAT was along way off at the very least.

“You can undo the rest,” I said softly to him.

He knew what I was talking about and quickly he used both hands to undo the remaining buttons on my dress.  This allowed it to open up enough to get one hand on each boob and I leaned back so the pothers could see his hands over my breasts, fondling me through the lacey bra.  Sure enough, he started to try and get under it at which point I pushed his hands away and slapped them sharply.   Standing up, he let out a long breath in a huff as he realized I was disciplining him for going to far too fast.  Well, what are teachers suppose to do when their student misbehaves?

I went back to dancing in the middle again, this time with my dress hanging open 
such that they could see my bra underneath.   After a while I wiggle such that 
the dress dropped off my shoulders, catching it so it would stay up enough to 
cover my bottom half but allow my torso with my bra-covered boobs to be 
revealed.  I held the dress up as I moved my shoulders and hips suggestively, 
leaning over so my cleavage was more revealing.  They loved it – and wanted more 
of course but they would just have to wait.

Once again I did the circle routine, except this time when I sat in their laps 
they had a better view of my boobs barely hiding behind my new bra.  Without 
exception, every one of them grabbed my boobs as soon as I planted myself on 
their laps and without exception, every one of them made a try at getting under 
the bra.  You would have thought the later guys would have learned that when 
they did that, it was my signal to stand up and move to the next guy but it was 
like they couldn't resist. 

Eventually I was back to Bobby but instead of sitting on his lap. I stood in 
front of him, looked around at the other guys, and then turned back to ask, 
“Well, what next – top or bottom?

Now that was cause for quite the commotion.  Obviously there was a mixture of 
tastes in the group with some going for the boobs and others for the bottom.   I 
knew what my preference was but I waited for Bobby to make up his mind on his 
own.  It pleased me when he made the “right” choice, so far as I was concerned 
at least.

While it’s a given that men tend to fall into “boob” versus “ass” categories, 
not so much is mentioned about a girl’s preference, at least in her own 
situation.  Take my cousin Kristi for instance; she loves nothing more than to 
run around topless – not so much naked as topless.  It’s typical to go to her 
house and see her in jeans or shorts with nothing on above them.  With her perky 
boobs, she doesn’t have to worry about supporting them the way, say, my best 
friend Beth, with her full D-cups, does.   Beth has complained to me more than 
once that big boobs aren’t all they are cracked up to be when it comes to back 
aches and bouncing.

At the opposite end of the spectrum from Kristi are girls like me, girls that love being bare-bottomed but not necessarily topless.  I just love the feeling of cool air against my shaved pussy and ass.  For me, the optimum outfit around my apartment is just a t-shirt to cover my top with my ass hanging out bare and free.  Another outfit I feel good in is one of my dad’s dress shirts.  Although it technically covers my ass, I am still bare underneath which feels just as good – not to mention a little more modest should you have to open the door or have guests.

So when I say Bobby made the “right” choice, it should be easy to figure out 
what decision he made.  Sure enough, he said the dress had to go.  Excellent!

There were a couple of disappointed guys but at this point, I think most of them 
could have gone either way.  I leaned over to give him another peck on the cheek 
to show him my appreciation and then stood backup in the middle once again. 
Slowly, ever so slowly, I wiggled and allowed the dress to inch its way down.  
First they got to see the crack of my ass and them more and more of my butt as I 
leaned over more and more to let the dress drop.  Finally it was below my bottom 
and I knew they had to be able to see my pussy between the legs from the back.

“Oh yeah, not THAT’S what I’m talking about!’ someone yelled as the rest just 
babbled on  about me.

With the dress at mid-thigh, I let to drop to the floor, bunched around my heels.  I stepped out of it one foot at a time, leaving it on the floor for the moment figuring someone would do something with it.  I stood up straight, proud to reveal my body and pussy.

“Alright, she’s shaved!” someone noted the obvious for the rest.

“God I love a shaved pussy,” another guy chimed in.

“Hey Bill, does you wife shave her pussy?” someone asked.

I looked over at the guy who reacted, evidently it was Bill and so I knew at least one of the group was married.  “Wouldn’t you like to know!” he retorted, giving the questioner the finger.

This time when I made the rounds, I didn’t sit on their laps but just let them 
get a good view of my.  It was fun to see that without exception, every one of 
them was totally fixated on my pussy.  Of course, it didn’t hurt that I was 
fingering myself slowly as I showed off to them.  It wasn't anything TOO much, 
just rubbing myself, but still, I knew every one of them was wishing it was 
their fingers in place of mine.  A few of them even tried but I didn't even let 
them get close, pushing their hands away playfully but firmly.  At this point it 
was just a strip show, nothing more.

The routine was becoming evident now as I got back to Bobby for the next “phase” 
of the show.  This time I DID sit on his lap and once again, his hands went to 
my ass, except this time instead of feeling me up through my dress, there was 
nothing but bare skin for him to touch.   I liked the way his hands felt on my 
bare ass – much better than through the dress and panties.  He pulled me in 
tighter to him, allowing his arms to reach further around me.  His reasons 
became obvious as his hands moved further down my ass and between my legs. He 
was trying to get to my asshole or pussy from behind but his arms were not quite 
long enough to bend that way sufficiently to reach – not that I was helping him 
out either.

“Sorry, not there,” I teased him, reaching back and pulling his hands back to my 
round bottom.  “Ready for more?”

He just nodded so I reached behind my back and undid the clasps that held my bra 
together.  For the moment, I just undid it, loosening the bra but allowing it to 
come off so it was still covering my boobs.  I stood up again, holding the bra 
to my chest so it wouldn’t fall, rubbing boobs and wiggling my shoulders until 
the straps fell to my elbows.  They were all watching me intently, waiting for 
me to release the bra until finally I allowed it to drop from my boobs but I let 
it fall to the floor and kept my hands on them, covering them as best I could.

I danced around and squeezed my breasts as they watched, undoubtedly hoping that 
another round of sitting on their laps would follow.  I loved the way they were 
looking at me now.  They all wanted me and I could see several of them sporting 
large erections under their pants.  My pussy tingled as I imagined what they all 
must be thinking about me now, how they all wanted to touch me and yes, fuck me.  
It was the ultimate compliment and here I was getting it from all eight of them!

This time instead of finishing with Booby, I started with him.  Rather than sit 
facing him, I back in and sat down firmly on his crotch.  I could feel the bulge 
underneath me and I imagined the straining of his dick as it begged to be 
released and find its way into me.  If only it knew how much my wet pussy wished 
it was in me as well!  Yes, I was not horny as hell!  Really, how could you be 
all but naked in front of such a group and NOT want to be laid?  Heck, I would 
have been happy to give them each a blowjob but that was the about the last 
thing I was going to let them know – at least for now.

Bobby reached around and put his hands on my stomach and then quickly worked his 
way up to my bared boobs.  It felt great to have his hands on me, squeezing them and tugging on my erect nipples. 

“Oh yeah, that feel soooooo good,” I moaned as the others watched enviously.

They must have figured they would get their turn eventually, but each probably 
wished they had been first.  Bobby’s hand started to move down towards my crotch 
but I pulled them back to my chest.  Turning my head around as much as I could, 
I teased him by saying, “Sorry, that's just for me for now.”  To demonstrate my 
point, I spread my legs apart more and put one hand between them, cupping my 
pussy protectively but at the same time, pressing the base of my palm against my 
clit, making me shiver slightly. I didn’t really play with myself, just putting 
my hand over my pussy, but it was enough to get the peanut gallery going.

“Damn, look at that cunt!” some ignorant guy remarked.  “God I want a piece of 
that pussy,” another added.

It was time to make the rounds but this time I didn’t sit on their laps.  I knew 
the temptation would be too much and I didn’t want to have to fight each one of 
them off so instead, I stood in front of them and put my hands on their 
shoulders, leaning over so my boobs hung down in front of their faces.  I even let them swing forward until they brushed against their faces.  A couple of them 
reacted by sticking out their tongue to try and lick me but I rewarded them by 
pulling back and moving to the next guy – something you think would have 
discouraged the next guy from trying the same but needless to say, each one 
thought THEY were special. It was all tease at the moment and I felt I was doing 
a pretty good job of teasing them – and myself as well.


Chapter 6 – Getting More Personal
=================================

By now the clock on the wall said I’d been there for almost two hours.  It 
didn't take long for time to pass quickly hen you were trying to have fun with 
all eight guys.  I started to pick up my clothes, signaling the end of the show.  
Well, they weren't ready for me to quit and to be perfectly honest, as hot and 
horny as I was now, neither was I.  However, this was not a sex party where I 
would go and do it with whomever just for the fun of it.  This was business, my 
livelihood now, and I needed to make every dime I could. Brian came up to me and 
put his arm around my are shoulder, managing to grab a feel of my boob in the 
process but I ignored it. 

“So hey, what’s it take to get a more... say ‘personal’ show?” he asked, the 
others listening intently to the “negotiations”.  This was where things got a 
little tricky as I couldn’t come right out with a menu or anything.  Whatever it 
was, it had to come from him or else I was setting myself up to be charged with 
prostitution – not exactly a resume builder should I ever want to return to 
teaching.

“Such as?” I asked, as if I wasn't sure what he meant.

“You know.... something more personal.”

“Well, what do you guys want?” I replied, looking around at the group.  They 
just sat there though, waiting to see what Brian cold work out with me.

“Well... I guess...,” he stammered.  He took a deep breath then and finally let it out of the bag.  “I’d LOVE that BJ now if you don't mind.”

I just rolled my eyes, as if I was amused more than anything.

“Is that so?  Well, what’s in it for me?”

“Well, my dick for starters,” he replied, drawing a chorus of laughter from the 
group.

“And....?”

Brian looked around at the guys for support but they left him hanging so he made 
his appeal.  “How about $50 bucks each?  You guys all in for that?  I'll put in 
for Bobby too.”

They all nodded and why not?  Fifty bucks for a decent BJ wasn’t bad, but I 
guess you could consider it a volume discount. Hmmmm, $400 didn't sound bad for 
a quick round.  I shrugged as if to say, ‘What the hell, why not?” and everyone 
applauded.

Of course, each guy wanted to be first, not the least of which was the guest of honor, but I decided to leave him for last.  Of course, there was a few things to be settled first, actually four hundred things.  The wallets came out and I saw a few of them negotiating loans from their neighbor.  It was a little surprising to me that ALL of them agreed.  I had expected there to be at least one or more hold-outs, typically the guilty husband who was feeling naughty enough to even come to such a party, let alone do something like this with the stripper.

Well, not this group.  Either they were all just that type or Brian had chosen who to invite carefully.  It didn’t matter, I was just glad it worked out without a scene.   Brian handed me the cash which I put in my coat pocket, hopefully safe.

I decided to do Brian first.  Why not get the worst over first and thus not have 
outthink about it coming up later?  Kneeling in the center of the floor, I 
motioned for him to step up to me and as he undid his belt and jeans, I prepared 
myself for the worst.  When it comes to sucking dick, I really don't care all 
that much if the guys is short or tall, fat or skinny, white or black.  All I DO 
care about it that he have a clean dick and can get an erection – not as simple 
as you might think for some guys, especially the ones who haven’t been 
circumcised.  Judging from Brian’s appearance, God only knew when he last 
bathed!

As he dropped his jeans to his feet and stood there waiting for me, I reached 
out and grabbed his dick.  He was already erect and had a decent sized cock, 
about 5-6 inches which I would consider average for most men.  He had bushy 
black pubic hair and hairy balls, which didn't really since I planned to just 
suck his dick. His dick felt warm in my hands, and despite my disgust for him, I 
found myself drawn to it like a moth to a flame.  I just had to ignore who it 
was attached to and enjoy it!

With seven more to do, I wasn't about to waste a lot of time so I went straight at it, taking his dick in my mouth and plunging my face into his crotch, feeling the base of his dick against my lips as I easily took his entire dick in my mouth in one quick movement.

“Holy shit, will you look at that bitch!” someone cried out as I wiggle my head 
around his dick.

He put his hands on each side my head and started to move me back and forth on his dick, using me like some obscene sex toy to stroke his dick in and out of my mouth.  It wasn't like it was one of my better blowjobs, not by any means, but Brian was so worked up he came almost immediately, surprising even himself I think as suddenly he started shooting cum into my mouth.  Damn, that was like what, two minutes at most?  It wasn't lost among his so-called friends either. 

“Shit Brian, talk about a one-minute wonder!”

“Damn, you sure got your money’s worth!” someone else taunted him.

Meanwhile, I was swallowing his cum and waiting for the next one as they got in 
line.  Thankfully, Brian hadn't been anywhere near as horrid as I had worried he 
would be.  Sure, his crotch smelled like he hadn't bathed in a week but that 
wasn't so bad.  Actually, he tasted better than I had figured considering how 
much beer he had drunk.  It wasn't something I would have anted to spend all 
night with, but heck, I can take two minutes of most anything, especially when I 
get paid $50 for it.  Hmmm, that was what, $1,500 an hour you might say?

It probably took me no more than 45 minutes to finish off the next six.  It was 
like an assembly line and not exactly what I would have called the most erotic 
experience of my life.  I LOVE sucking dicks but this wasn’t the way I enjoyed 
it the most. Sure, taking on so many at one time had it’s appeal but if I had my 
druthers, I’d be laying o a couch with my head in my boyfriend’s lap, sucking 
his dick as we watched a movie or TV show, taking my time and enjoying as much 
pre-cum a I could get before he finally released himself into my mouth.  This 
was more for them than me, but it WAS still a bunch of dicks to suck so I can’t 
say I wasn't enjoying myself.

Most of them came in my mouth but there are always those that seem to just have 
to spray themselves all over me.  Inevitably , it’s the ones with the biggest 
loads, or at least that how it seemed this night.  By the time I was ready for 
Bobby, I had cum on my boobs, in my hair, and of course my face.  I tried to get 
as much of it off my face with my fingers, licking the cum from them as I did, 
but there were the inevitable leftovers.  

Bobby was still in his chair but I noted somewhere along the line he had removed 
his jeans and underwear, leaving him naked from the waist down with his cock 
sticking out from his forest of pubic hair like  thick tree. Using the back of 
my hand to make one last try at wiping the cum from my cheek, I licked it off my 
hand as I crawled to him on all fours.  

“Does your fiancé suck your dick?” I asked him.

He nodded so I pressed on, “I bet I can suck it better than she does.”

“Alright Bobby... go for it!” Brian called out to encourage him.

Even though he was getting married the next day, apparently it didn’t bother Bobby to have a stranger suck his dick but then, he WAS a guy after all and based on my experience, not many guys could turn down such an offer, regardless of their marital status.  Guys all seem to love a good blowjob – and based on the past hour or so, even not so good ones!  I guess I was being overly critical of myself.  They all had gotten off and nobody complained, that was for sure.  It was just I have higher standards for myself when it comes to sucking dick.

Booby spread his legs apart obscenely, giving everyone a great view of his 
crotch.  I’m not so sure how the others felt about seeing it, but it made my 
pussy cry out as I wanted nothing more than to skip the blowjob and mount that 
wonderful dick.  However, I AM a professional

Rather than take his dick straight in my mouth as I had done with all the 
others, I gently stroked his cock, spitting on my hand to lubricate it and 
stroking my fist up an down his stiff shaft.  With my other hand, I reached 
between my legs and for the first time that night, I started to play with 
myself.  God, I was soaking wet!  My finger slid into me easily and I moaned 
softly as I continued to stroke his cock while I masturbated myself.

“Fuck, look at her doing herself!” someone exclaimed, as if they had never seen 
a girl masturbating before, at least besides in a porn flick.  Well, who knows, 
maybe he hadn’t?  So much the better so far as I was concerned.  I loved to be 
watched while I play with myself.  I guess it’s just the fact that someone gets 
off seeing me doing something that brings so much pleasure to myself, I don't 
really know.  Maybe someday when I go to therapy someone can tell me what drives 
me to do many of the things I do!

Bobby’s cock was easily the biggest of the bunch.  It still wasn’t anything 
huge, but well above average, maybe even as much as eight inches.  Needless to 
say, I didn’t have a tape measure so all I had to go on was how far my hand 
covered his cock and he was a “two fister” for sure!  More importantly, he was 
nice and thick.  Sometimes long dicks get to be like long hotdogs – what they 
gain in length they lose in diameter.  Not so with Bobby’s.  If anything, his 
expanded in proportion making it such that my fingers barely closed around it as 
I squeezed him in my slick hand.

Length isn’t really all that a deal for me.  If anything, longer dicks are more a nuisance than anything.  Sure I can deep throat but let’s be honest, deep throating is for the GUY, not the girl. I mean, who really enjoys shoving anything down their throat, even if you do develop the ability not to throw up or gag when it’s there?  I do it only for the thrill I know it gives a guy when he sees his entire cock disappear into my mouth with my face buried tight up against his hairy crotch.  Frankly, I’m not even sure WHY that is such a turn-on but when it comes to men and their dicks, who can really explain anything?

I had to have his dick in my mouth.  With my finger in my pussy, I was feeling 
hornier than ever and all I could think about was taking his fat hard cock in my 
mouth.  I wasn't even listening to the others anymore, concentrating solely on 
his erection as I lowered my face to his dick, tasting just the tip of it with 
my tongue.  I licked the head, running my tongue around it as my mouth slowly 
engulfed him.  My tongue stayed at work as I took more and more of him in until 
I could feel his dick pushing against the back of my throat.  God, there was 
still another inch or two to go!

I relaxed my throat as much as possible and pushed down hard, driving his dick into my throat.  Regardless of how much practice you get, there is still that initial moment of panic when you think you’re going to gag – or worse, but the trick is to realize it’s coming, be prepared for it, and get past that point and take him in deeper before you DO gag.  Guys whose dicks barely make it to your throat are actually harder to take in than the longer ones as you never get past that gag point.  That wasn’t going to be a problem with Bobby, you could definitely say that!

“Shit, she’s got him all the in!”

“Damn, what a fucking slut!”

And so it continued, a constant chorus of lewd remarks and nasty compliments.  I 
lifted my head up and let his cock out until just the tip was in my mouth, 
allowing me to look up and our eyes met.  He smiled down at me, his eyes rolling 
as he just sat back and allowed me to minister to his swollen member. I bet ol’ 
what’s her name never sucked his dick like this before!  The best thing was, he 
would never forget it either and every time she tried to suck his dick in the 
future, he would remember how I was taking care of him now.

I bobbed on his head, doing the classic figure-eight head bob as my mouth 
twisted and turned around his dick like a corkscrew.   I was still playing with 
myself with my right hand while my left hand was carefully fondling his hairy 
balls.  Nothing takes the edge off a good BJ like crushing a guy’s balls!  Some 
guys liked me to suck on them but the same coarse pubic hair that I loved to 
feel against my face while I sucked his dick was a major turn-off to me when it 
was in my mouth.  Some guys shaved but then I missed the thick thatch of hair 
against me as my face rubbed into his crotch.  I also love playing with a guy’s 
hair by just sticking hand down his pants and running my fingers through it.  I 
also think a guy smells much more musky when he’s not shaved.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum!” he groaned as he planted both hands on top of my head 
and tried to forced me down onto his dick.

There was once a time when a guy came while I was deep throating him and that was the LAST time.  God, I thought I was going to die.  He was lucky I didn’t bite his dick off when I started to choke and gag uncontrollably.  Yep, I learned THAT lesson the hard way – so to speak.  I grabbed the shaft of his dick so regardless of the pressure he was putting on me, my mouth stopped when I reached my fist, keeping several inches of his dick out of my mouth.

“Oh fuckkkkkkk!” he groaned even louder this time and I felt his hips start to 
rise up against me and I knew he was only seconds away from unleashing himself 
in my mouth – if that long.

Sure enough, almost instantly he convulsed and I felt the warmth of his cum shooting into my mouth, striking the back of my throat and threatening to gag me but I held my mouth on him as he unloaded another great shot of cum in me, followed by a series of smaller shots.  His hips thrust upwards with each shot, as if he a fucking my mouth and trying to drive the cum deeper into me.  

Finally he finished and I withdrew my head, trying hard not to swallow or choke 
on his cum.  I opened my mouth and stuck out my cum-covered tongue for all to 
see, closed my mouth, swallowed hard, and then showed them all it was gone.  It 
was like when your mom gives you some medicine and you have to open your mouth 
to prove you swallowed it.  Well, Bobby had given me more than a teaspoon of 
“medicine”, and it was just what the doctor ordered for me.

“Damn, what a slut, did you see that?  She swallowed every drop!”

There were plenty of other compliments as well as a few rather disgusting 
descriptions of my blowjob techniques, all of which were in one way or another a 
compliment  to my skills if you looked at it the right way.  Well, so much for 
THAT $400. I think they got their money’s worth.  I stood up, a little wobbly 
after playing with myself and sucking him so hard. I saw Brian, who still had 
his dick out and was stroking himself as he watched me blow his brother.  None 
of the other guys were doing themselves although a few had not bothered to dress 
yet.  Their dicks were back to being hard again although if they HAD been 
masturbating, they weren't being as overt about it now as Brian.

“Damn girl, that was quite a show, he said, stepping over to me as I started to 
gather my clothes again.  The troglodyte was still stroking himself, even as he 
spoke to me not a foot away.  Well, he had already gotten his BJ so I hoped he 
wasn’t hoping for an encore performance.  As it turned out, he wanted more than 
that.

“Alright, so how much to fuck you?”


Chapter 7 – Raising the Stakes
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People wonder why I don't negotiate rates for sex up front.  Well, this was why!  
Ignoring the legal ramifications of doing it ahead of time, it simply made 
business sense to leave it until the party.  Right now every guy in the room was 
totally at the mercy of his dick.   Every one of them had cum in the past hour 
or so and I had some of the proof still on me!  Talk about a negotiating 
position!  I had them all in the palm of my hand and they would do anything at 
this point to get more of me.  That didn’t mean I WANTED them to fuck me, but it 
DID put me in the driver seat for most anything else.

“I thought I told you before, I’m not a whore!”

“Yeah right, and I’m the King of England.  C’mon baby, quit teasing.  How much 
to fuck you?”

Well, he asked for it.  Honestly, I loved the blowjobs and I was happy.  I could 
home now, masturbate for a while, and be satisfied.  Being fucked by a bunch of 
strangers wasn’t something I necessarily wanted to turn down, but at the same 
time it wasn't something that I would regret of I didn’t.  It would just be for 
my physical gratification, which isn’t nearly as satisfying as when I get the 
full emotional element involved.  If I just let them line up and fuck me, then I 
really WOULD be nothing but a whore, no better than my cousin.

“OK, then $1,500 – each,” I proposed.  It was the sort of offer that I felt I 
had to make, but at the same time one I knew they would never accept.  Thus it 
put the burden on THEM, not me, as to whether they fucked me and nobody could 
say I refused them.

Brian practically choked as he took in what I said.  “WHAT?  You’re kidding.  No 
way... I mean you’re hot but nobody’s THAT hot.”

I shrugged my shoulders as if it didn’t matter to me.  After all, I already had 
a thousand dollars for the night between the standard party fee and the BJ extra 
so I wasn't complaining. Then a thought occurred to me and I gave Brian an evil 
grin.

“I tell you what... you guys get together and pool your money and I'll let you 
watch me fuck your brother for a grand.”

I said it loud enough so everyone could hear and it set off a firestorm of 
discussion.  Well, we would soon find out if Bobby’s friends were really all 
that good of friends or just over for thee free beer and show.  Then too, there 
the matter of Bobby.  Sure, getting a BJ was one thing before your wedding night 
– isn’t that rather traditional?  But having SEX, well that was a whole 
different story.  Would Bobby want to take the chance of his fiancé finding out 
that he screwed another girl on the even of their wedding?  To be fair, did 
Bobby even want to fuck me.  Maybe he really did honor and respect his fiancé 
such that he honestly didn’t want to have sex the night before their vows.

Had I been taking bets, odds were the cost was a moot point and Bobby would 
squelch this before it even got started.  He seemed a decent enough guy after 
all.  Even if he DID say yes, would his friends really pony up that much money 
for HIM to get laid but not them?  Now THAT would be the sign of some pretty 
damn good friends, that would be for sure.

And to think people wonder why I am not big on gambling...

“Nine hundred, twenty, forty, sixty, eighty.....one thousand,” Brian finished 
counting out the cash into my outstretched hand.  Crap, they had really done it.  
Somehow they had scraped together the cash.  First, I was dumbfounded that 
between them, they even HAD that much cash.  Someone tried to offer a check but 
I refused that quickly. Brian turned to Bobby, who seemed a little bewildered as 
well.

“OK bro, it’s a done deal.  She’s all yours!”

Bobby seemed a little hesitant but after I quickly tucked the money away, I 
stood in front of him, hands on my hips and weight on one leg – almost exactly 
how I has started except now all I was wearing were the hose, heels and a smile.   
Bobby was a little drunk and a lot horny.  Nobody could blame him for giving him 
– he was just a guy after all.

“Oh alright, but I don't want you guys watching, nobody’s gonna blackmail me 
with this later so no proof.  C’mon girl, let’s go back to the bedroom.”

Alarms went off and flashing lights appeared in my head.  Nope, not going to 
happen, no way, no how.  I shook my head vigorously and told him in no uncertain 
terms that if he was going to fuck me, it had to be here and they all had to 
stay.  It looked like a stalemate until a genius of an idea struck me.

“Brian, go get the comforter I threw off the bed upstairs and bring it down.  
Your brother can fuck me under that.”

Brian looked at Bobby, who just shrugged.  Brian was back in a flash with a 
large comforter which he spread out on the floor in the middle of everyone.  I 
pulled it back and motioned for Brian to lay down on the floor.  Given the state 
of the carpeting, I’d rather HE be on the floor with me on top!

Brian left his short on and took his place.  I pulled the comforter over me like a cape and lowered myself down onto him, straddling him as I pulled the comforter around me to hide me from the waist downward.  I could feel his hard dick poking me between my legs, seeking out my pussy like a heat-seeking missile – and I was plenty hot for it to latch onto, that was for sure.  This was kind of cool actually, everyone could see me yet at the same time, they couldn't know for 100% sure what was going on between Brian and me.  Oh sure they knew, but here was nothing they could say under oath later if someone should spill the beans.  Brian could always say he just simulated sex with me, like some silly R-rated movie.

Well, this as NOT going to be any simulation, I knew that.  Crap, even if Brian 
was uncertain about it, I certainly wanted it.  Now THIS was what I wanted, what 
turned me on.  This wasn't just a line of guys ramming their dicks in me like 
some inflatable doll until they came and the next one took his place (been 
there, done that).  No, this was a guy on the eve of his wedding to the girl he 
supposedly loved and adored above all other, getting ready to fuck me less than 
24 hours before he swore never to have another but his wife.  Technically he 
wasn't committing adultery, but it was a very fine line and I doubt his fiancé 
would’ve seen the difference.

Not only was the groom to be fucking me, but I had an audience as well, something that always turned me on.  I LOVE to watched having sex, knowing those 
watching are all wishing they were participants rather than observes.  Every guy 
watching me now had one thing on his mind, what little of it may have been 
functioning properly at the moment.  Every last one of them was wishing HE was 
the guy on the floor and it was THEIR dick poised to violate my wet and hot pussy.  I loved it that they all wanted to fuck me but only one of them was getting the chance.  I bet the others would be jerking off for years as they fantasized about it being them that was fucking me.

Reaching between my legs, I grabbed his dick and held it in place as I 
maneuvered my hips to position his cock at the entrance to my pussy hole.  God 
he felt so hard and warm and I wanted in me so bad – SO BAD.  For hours now I 
had been teasing and sucking and it had made me just as horny as it had them.  
Oh yeah, I wanted to be fucked just as much, maybe more, than good ol’ Bobby.  
When he was in the right spot, I dropped myself down on him, literally ramming 
his dick into me in pone swift motion until I landed on his lap, impaled on his 
rock-hard shaft like a popsicle on a stick – except I was far from being cold.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh!” I moaned as I felt him filling my pussy with his 
wonderful cock.  God he felt so good in me, it was like he was up inside my 
belly!

“Fuck her Bobby!” I heard Brian cheer him on.

OK, so legally Brian couldn’t know for sure I was actually sitting on his dick, but based on our mutual reactions, there was little room left for doubt unless were both Oscar-winning actors.  

I had to use one hand to hold the comforter around us or it would have fallen to 
the side and revealed what was happening but I was sure the guys watching had a 
pretty damn good idea of where Brian’s dick was right now.  My other hand was 
rubbing my clit, my fingers working myself over furiously as I rode Bobby’s 
wondrous dick.  Damn, he was so thick it was like he was spreading me apart and 
about to split me in half!

“Oh god your dick feels so good in me,” I sighed as I rocked back and forth, his 
dick drawing itself out of me as I leaned forward, only to bury itself deep in 
once again as I leaned back.

Bobby had his eyes closed, as if he couldn't bear to see the guys watching him fucking me.  At the same time his hips were bucking under me as he tried to drive his dick deeper into me, trying to mate me as instincts developed over the millennia drove his actions.  He had his hands on my waist, pumping me up and down on his swollen dick together with his sharp 
thrusts as he fucked me harder and faster.

“Fuck me Bobby, fuck me harder... fuck me harder!” I gasped as I began to feel 
my orgasm finally rising within me.

Suddenly it was like someone lit off a bomb under me as my pussy clamped down hard on his cock and my back went rigid, my head falling backwards until I was staring up at the dirty ceiling, frozen as waves of pure ecstasy suddenly poured over me like dike had suddenly burst and was now washing over me with a flood of pleasure.  Oh god it felt so damn good!  I cried out something unintelligible, babbling it seemed as my pussy squeezed down on his cock, holding it tightly as he groaned from the grip I had on him.

I could feel my pussy gushing over him, almost like I was peeing on him, flooding his crotch with my cum as I came even harder.  My head whipped forward and I collapsed onto his chest. My pussy throbbing as I tried to breath but it was like a camp was closed around my chest, making it all but impossible to read.  I was humping my ass up and down on his dick, driving his rigid cock in and out of me as fast as I could, trying to get him to cum in me,  Oh god I wanted him to cum, I wanted to feel his warm cum inside of me, I wanted him to flood me with his sperm.

“Cum in me dammit, I want you to cum in me!” I begged him, barely able to gasp 
the words out as I felt his erect dick sliding in and out of me.

By now I had no idea what was happening around us, what they were saying or what they were thinking.  All I cared about at this instant was that wonderful dick in me, that fantastically thick cock that was filling me so full and which I was dying to feel release itself inside of me.

“Oh fuckkkkkk!” he suddenly exclaimed and I instantly knew why as he slammed his 
hips upward into me, driving his cock even deeper into me than before as 
suddenly I felt that warmth within me that meant only one thing – he was cumming 
in me. 

Mmmmm, this was just what I needed as another orgasm struck me, not as hard as the first but still wonderful.  It was like my pussy was milking his dick, gripping it and releasing it, squeezing every drop of cum from him that it could.

He was finished but I was still riding the wave.  Somehow I managed to get back 
on my knees and I ground my ass into his crotch, trying to get his rapidly 
dwindling dick into me more.  

God I wanted to be fucked more.  I wanted another dick in me.  Hell, I wanted 
ALL their dicks in me!  I wanted to keep feeling the way I was feeling now.  I 
wanted to feel their dicks in me, shooting their cum in me as they erupted in 
lust for my body.  Who cared if it made me a whore.  At this moment the only 
thing I cared about was the incredible sensations that rocked my entire body, 
that raised goose bumps on me from head to toe, that made even my hair sizzle 
like I had stuck my finger in a wall outlet.  I ground into his crotch, feeling 
his thick pubic hair against my smooth ass, tickling me like a hair brush being 
drawn across my bare butt.

I was panting like I’d run a mile race.  His dick was barely in me now, a small 
cousin to it’s original size while in it’s full erect glory.  I lifted up just a 
little and it easily slipped from my soaking wet, stretched pussy.  I let the 
comforter fall to the side as now there was nothing to hide.  His dick lay limp 
to one side, covered with a mixture of our cum as it glistened in the light.  As 
I started to stand up, I felt some of his cum drip from me and down my thigh.  
It was noticed by the rest of the crowd as well.

“Alright, a creampie!”

“What a cunt... damn I want a piece of that!”

I was still in a bit if a haze from my orgasm, the effects of which were still 
rippling through me like aftershocks following an earthquake.  My nipples were 
poking out like magnum bullets and my pussy felt like it was filled with cum as 
some more drained out of me as I stood up.  Damn, how much had he cum in me?  
Not bad considering it was the second load of the evening for him.

For just a moment I considered offering myself to the rest of them.  It was only 
a few moments ago that had they ripped off the comforter and taken me, I would 
have willingly laid back and let them each fuck me one by one.  Damn I had been so horny then – not to say I wasn't now.

But now, I was standing up with my hair a mess, my pussy dripping cum, sweating like I had just come from a sauna, and to make matters worse, the dried cum was starting to itch where they had sprayed me earlier.  As much as my pussy would have loved to have more dick, some form of sanity was returning to me and I realized I had better leave before I allowed something to happen I would regret later.

Grabbing my clothes, I rushed off to where I had seen a bathroom upstairs and locked the door behind me.  Ignoring the inevitable filth around me (I certainly wasn't going to sit on that toilet!), I looked in the mirror and gasped.  Who the hell was THAT looking back at me?  I was a wreck.  My face was flushed beet red, my hair was a disaster and what little makeup I had worn was now streaked and messy.  

I hurriedly pulled on the dress and buttoned it up, shoving the bra and panties 
into my coat pockets.  Surprisingly, the money they had paid me was still in the 
pockets.  I say surprisingly because I wouldn't have put it past Brian to pull 
it out while I was fucking Bobby.  Apparently, he had been too interested in 
what we were doing to think about it as I am sure he would stolen it back had he 
thought of it.  Pulling my coat over me like protective armor. I made my way 
back down the stairs where they were all dressed again and apparently talking 
about all that had just happened.  They started to say something to me but I 
just walked right by and headed for the back door as fast as I could.  I was 
about to open it when a voice came from behind me.

“Excuse me, could you wait a sec?”

I turned and to my surprise, it was Bobby.

“Ummmm, I just want to say I hope you’re OK, you were really great you know.”

I looked at him and just waited, figuring there had to be more than concern for 
me.  Sadly, my cynicism was right on the mark.

“You know, I really DO love Cindy, I just want you to know that,” he went on 
haltingly, “I mean... well if she ever... she can’t ever find out what happened today.”

I just shook my head sadly at him; it was like watching a car wreck in slow 
motion.

“I think you have more to worry about back there than you do from me,” I said a 
bit harshly.  “You didn’t seem so worried a few minutes ago.”

He started to say something back but I raised my hand to cut him off.  “Look, 
you have no worries about me but let me say this - I hope your Cindy, if that’s 
your fiancé’s name, DOES find out.  You fucked me today and you don't know a 
thing about me or care one damn bit who I am.  Don’t even try to tell me that 
you’ll be faithful – you deserve whatever happens if she ever finds out.”

With that I bolted form the house and went straight to my car.  As soon as I was 
in, I locked the doors and just sat there, trembling.  It felt good in a way to 
tell him off but at the same time, lord only knows what he might do to me if he 
felt threatened.  I quickly drove off and as I put my distance between me and 
that dungeon of a house, the warmth  between my legs began to overcome the 
coldness in my heart.  Yeah, Bobby was a bastard and I really did hope his 
fiancé found out before it was too late.  Then again, she WAS engaged to him so 
she had to know his friends.  Who knows, maybe she was a whore herself?  Either 
way, he HAD fucked me pretty good and overall, I had to say I enjoyed the 
evening.

Back home I dumped the heels with the first step in the door and quickly 
stripped off the dress and hose, throwing them in the laundry basket.  I 
couldn't get in the shower fast enough as I felt a total mess.  The warmth of 
the water flowing over my breasts and down my belly to between my legs reminded 
me of how it felt while Bobby was fucking me.  Damn, I needed to get laid more 
often!  Maybe I should take Beth up on one of her party offers?

THE END


  
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