Subject: Bachelor Party
Story Codes MF FF F-solo exhib orgy adultery
Diary Date: November 14, 2008
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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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
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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
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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 Kristen 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
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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 supposed 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 in 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 little 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 supposed 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 loud 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 risque 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.
"Hmmmmmm, 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 Kristen, 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 its 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
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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 shocked
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.
"Mmmmmmm, 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
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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 here 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 any more 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 anymore, 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 beside
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 was 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 from 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 a long
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 too far too fast.
Well, what are teachers supposed 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 Kristen 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 Kristen 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 your 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
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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 when 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. Hmmmmmm, $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 wanted 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
its appeal but if I had my druthers, I'd be lying on 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 fiance 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 and 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 fiance finding out that he screwed another girl on the eve
of their wedding? To be fair, did Bobby even want to fuck me. Maybe he
really did honor and respect his fiance 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 was 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 fiance
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.
"Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh!" 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.
Mmmmmmm, 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 its original size while in its 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 stole 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.
"Ummmmm, 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 fiance'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 from 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 fiance 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
20081114 Bachelor Party - MF FF f-solo exhib orgy adultery