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My Body Was Shared as a Cock-Pleasuring Tool at a Bachelor Party & The Bride Showed Up!
What happens when the wife-to-be finds your lips around her future husband’s cock — and she doesn’t like giving oral sex? [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
After publishing my first repertoire of sex confessions about my sex life as a fuck toy, I got myself thinking about “what else?” and I prepared a list of sex challenges I would love to try. On it, there was the simple idea of being a stripper at a bachelor party while none of the guys would know that I wasn’t a hired performer. I shared that fantasy with my friend Madison and her husband, Darnell. And they took care of making it happen! It turned out to be much more extreme than I thought it would be!
It was my first bachelor party; it goes without saying. So I don’t know what typically happens in these events, but cocks were hyperactive in the one I attended as the sole female piece of meat.
My contact person at the party was Matt, Darnell’s friend, who had been invited to the party and volunteered to bring the boobs if the others would take care of the booze.
Madison had helped me get dressed — over-dressed if you ask me! I usually wear either nothing or a sundress with nothing under. But for stripteasing, she insisted I add panties and a bra that we covered with a short skirt and a blouse. It made sense. You can’t do much of a striptease if you arrive almost naked!
I got there around 10 PM with an Uber. The party was in a highrise building in Miami. First, of course, I had to go through security and experience an investigative smirk up and down my body from the guy at the entrance. Did he know I was about to striptease for a bunch of testosterone-carrying beasts?
When I got to the top, the penthouse door was open. So I walked in, closed the door, and followed the noise to a living room overlooking the harbor. Quite a view!
The noise level went up as a dozen guys in the room yelled simultaneously. It sounded like a band of gorillas seeing meat after months of starvation! And it gave me shivers. Good ones! It was all for me!
“Oh my god! She’s a 10,” one guy yelled, which pleased me. Maybe I’m vain. But I love attracting men’s attention and being appreciated.
“She sure is,” another one replied. I loved it!
Then it was silent in the room. I gave an interrogative look at Matt. The rest of the guys thought I was an experienced stripper, but obviously, I wasn’t.
“Right!” Matt said to break the silence. “Take a seat!”
The guys crashed on a few chairs and two couches facing each other, creating an aisle toward the balcony with a magnificent view of the Miami harbor.
“Oh,” he said, “this is the groom!”
I walked to that guy, picked his hands, and got him to stand up. Then I went on my tippy toes to kiss him on the mouth to the audience's cheers. As I did it, I wondered if what they say in movies is real. Perhaps strippers and prostitutes don’t kiss clients on the mouth. How would I know?
Matt followed my lead and set up a chair in the middle of the room, on which I pushed the groom before sitting on his knees and ordering him to untie my blouse while I played with his hair.
The other guys in the room cheered like they were at a sporting event, and that guy I was sitting on had to score.
Once he was done untying my blouse, I stood up and danced close to him while slowly removing it. It was a white blouse with a black bra, so nobody was surprised that my tits were still not visible. The music had changed to a slower beat. I believe Matt took care of that.
I danced for a little while, regularly bending over with my ass in his face until I asked him to pull my panties down. He obeyed and slipped his hands under my skirt to free the pussy and the butthole!
The panties dropped to my ankles. I cleared my left foot and used the right one to bring them to his hands. Cheers grew louder.
Next, I slowly removed the skirt. I assumed everybody was expecting me to take the bra off, so I went for the skirt! In the back of my mind, I also thought there were topless beaches around the world, but I didn’t know of any places where guys would have seen a bottomless gal unless she was fully nude.
I kept dancing for a while like that. I enjoyed the feeling of wearing just a bra, which I never usually wear, with a pair of stiletto shoes.
Eventually, I sat my bare ass cheeks on the skin of his legs since he was wearing shorts, grabbed his hands, and placed them on my belly.
“Free the girls,” I whispered to him.
Conversations are recalled from memory, so they may not be 100% accurate, but the gist of it is there.
His hands went up, pushing the bra up until the two giant gorilla hands cupped my boobs.
“Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!”
I wasn’t sure what to do at that point in time. I must have removed my bra without realizing it, or he did it, but I ended up naked, still sitting on his knees.
One guy got up, walked to me, and pinched both of my nipples hard. It hurt, but I love it when guys take ownership of my firm, perky tits!
“Fucking 10, all right,” he said, “with natural boobs! Fuck man, if you don’t fuck her, I will!”
I had not discussed with my friends Madison and Darnell nor with Matt whether or not full penetration was on the menu at a bachelor party. It wasn’t something I had ever looked up or googled before. My goal had been all along to do a striptease at a bachelor party.
I had achieved my goal. So now what?
“Ass! Ass! Ass!” is what brought my brain back into the room. I had missed a discussion about sex and marriage, it seemed, but from what I gathered, the guys were saying that the groom would never get to fuck a woman in the ass after being married, so he should do it now.
Without thinking, I took his right hand and placed it over my pussy, and then, guiding his index finger with mine, I caressed my clit before plunging our fingers inside of me. I was wet! Dripping wet! Being the center of attention always turns me on, even more so when I am the only woman in the room.
The sports spectators kept asking for the ass. They wanted the groom to score in that hole!
“I’ve never had sex in the ass,” the groom ultimately said.
At those words, I jumped right up and scrutinized him.
“Really?” I asked. His look was making it clear. He seemed confused. “Well, then! It’s a deal!”
I bent forward with my boobs dangling down like the tits of a cow. And opened my butt cheeks with both hands. The message was clear, and the road was straightforward in front of him.
Cheers grew louder again. The guys pushed him off the chair. So he untied his shorts, and there it was… A hard cock. He was excited by me! As he got closer, I grabbed his rod with one of my hands to align it with my butthole. There was no lubricant on that baseball bat, so I played with it around my asshole to spread some precum before starting to push it in.
Then I ordered him to grab me at the waistline and push himself inside of me, which he did very quickly, giving little time for my body to react. I let a whimper out. It hurt me a bit, but I was excited and proud to be this man’s first ass in front of a dozen other guys salivating at the idea of banging me.
They had started drinking long before I arrived, and it showed. None of them had any leftovers from their gentlemanly manners, if they ever had any. I kept whimpering as the groom pushed his cock in and out of my butthole because I noticed that the spectators were excited by my pain. I pleased them!
It didn’t take long for the groom to unload inside of me. At this point, I turned around and licked his cock. Cheers disappeared. Silence came in.
“Straight out of the ass,” one guy said. Being hurt and being gross always excites the male animals. I knew it, but I got an additional confirmation on that night.
“I wanted you to come in my mouth. I need sperm to survive!” I said to entertain and also because it’s true. I think I am a spermivore and spermaholic!
The groom stopped me. Some men don’t like their penis to be touched after they’ve ejaculated, for some reason. Meanwhile, from the ongoing conversations about his future life as a married man, I understood that his wife-to-be didn’t like giving oral sex.
“Well, then, that’s it!” I announced. “I’m sticking around until you have time to reload.”
I realized that the guys were now all on their feet, forming a circle around me, and I noticed bulges in their pants. I moved away from the groom’s chair to be in the middle of the circle.
“How many of you fucked a woman in the ass before?”
Silence. Many of them looked at the floor. They were all macho about the groom giving it to me in the ass, but many of them didn’t have more experience than the groom in the matter. I had already noticed at prior sex parties that although most men seem to fantasize about ass fucking, very few have actually done it.
“Drop those pants, show me those rods, and my ass is yours!”
They all obeyed after the first one unbuttoned his pants. Group mentality, it’s called, I think. I had a dozen naked cocks in a circle around me. I was on my knees, so these rods pointed at my face while a series of furry legs formed a barricade. I was a captured prey and liked it!
I signaled Matt and asked him to find lubricant, which he did. So I lubricated the entrance to my butthole under the watchful look of a dozen men. They seemed to find it captivating to watch my fingers go in and out of my ass.
I then stood up, got closer to the man right behind me, bent forward, and opened my ass cheeks with my hands. The message was clear, and he proceeded just like the groom had. Monkey see, monkey do! He grabbed me at the waist and trusted his cock in and out of me repeatedly.
The only difference is that he had put on a condom first from a box Matt had placed on a side table. Only the groom got the full sensation of his naked cock traveling in and out of me. Yes, I should have asked him to put on a condom! But I’m used to Madison and Darnell vetting all sex partners for me, including health checks.
I went from one guy to the next. I had to stretch my back a bit between the last few. It was getting tiring to be bending like that. I should have found a piece of furniture to support me, but I truly enjoyed going around the circle, although, toward the end, the circle was no more. After ejaculating in me, the guys lost interest and refocused on beer.
I found myself sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room. There was sperm on my legs and on the floor around me. Used condoms decorating the place. My butthole hurt. And all around me were a bunch of drunk guys half-passed out and yelling at each other over some team sports topics. They all had put their pants back on. Bummer!
But the groom was staring at me, and I remembered my promise of oral sex, so I got up and went to him. He was sitting on a couch between two other guys.
I untied his shorts and pulled them down. He helped me by lifting his butt.
“Ever had oral sex?” I asked, giggling.
He had! But he reiterated that his wife-to-me didn’t like giving head. In fact, he had never had oral sex with her. I wanted to ask why would he marry her, but I didn’t bother. It was making me more valuable!
“Deep throat?” I asked.
He stared at me as if I had asked something in a language he didn’t speak. It turned out he wasn’t sure what it was. So I asked him to stand up, and I went on my knees in front of him. I then instructed him to slowly — very slowly — push his cock down my throat. Then, finally, I lifted my head to open up the passage.
He seemed puzzled and froze. The spectators were silent. I wondered how many of them had ever done it.
So I did the work for him, taking his penis and placing it in my mouth, then with my hands on his ass cheeks, I pushed him inside of me.
“Oh my god!” I heard that a few times around me.
“Shit! It’s like a snake eating… Something!”
My head had little mobility in that position, but with my eyes scanning the room, I could see they were mesmerized by my neck. When I do deep throat, it is bottomless throat! And the groom had a penis longer than average, so I knew they could see my neck bulging because of the cock down there.
Deep throat is something I’ve done since being a teenager, and my first boyfriend filmed me doing it so I could see. And last December, I had fun practicing my deep-throating skills, which was another goal on my “fuck me harder” wishlist. Stay tuned! I’ll report on that soon.
In any case, I believe they were pretty impressed, and I held the groom’s cock down my throat for a long time. The “Oh my god” and “Holly fuck” motivated me.
I do freediving, and I can hold my breath for a long, long time. But of course, at one point, I needed to breathe, and besides, I had promised to swallow his load, so I switched gears and worshipped his manhood with my lips and tongue until I took delivery of warm sperm. Then, I kept the juice on my tongue to give everybody time to see it before slowly swallowing it. And I finished the show by licking my lips like a kid who just had ice cream.
“Jeez, after this, why the fuck would you get married?” one guy said before looking at me and adding: “Would you marry me?”
“You’re already married, you fucker!” a few of his friends reminded him.
I laughed and crashed on the floor on my back, with most of the guys still looking at me. I caressed my boobs and wiggled to continue the show.
“Gotta take a pee!” one of them announced.
“Here!” I yelled, opening my mouth. He stopped and stared, clearly wondering if I was for real.
“What’s a dirty blonde good for?” I insisted, continuing to point at my wide-opened mouth.
He didn’t move, but then I felt warm liquid on my face, followed by salty exotic tea in my mouth. Another guy, very drunk, had taken me on the offer. The first guy joined him, and soon enough, four guys were shooting at my mouth, mostly missing. I kept my eyes closed, of course.
Pee games are my least favorite activity in wild sex parties, but I know many guys are incredibly excited at urinating over… Well… A young, sexy blonde, in my case. I don’t know if it applies to all women, but some men have a thing for blondes as if they were jealous of not “owning” one! It’s as if covering me in pee was part of the process of venting their anger and disappointment at life itself. Or something like that!
In any case, a couple of other guys joined the exercise of drowning the blonde in yellow liquid.
“What the fuck! It’s my place,” the groom suddenly yelled as if he had just realized what was happening. Fortunately, there was no carpet.
I gargled a few times with the yellow liquid before swallowing. I couldn’t see how many of them were watching, but I’m always up for entertaining with my body.
Eventually, pee stopped pouring on me. I wiped my eyes the best I could with my hands. I had to lick them to clean them and get back to my eyes — a bit as a cat does! When I finally opened my eyes, a few guys were passed out on couches while others were directly on the floor. One was snoring near me, with his legs in pee. A bunch of them had their pants down and cocks out. I assumed those were the ones who had painted the blonde with yellow fluid.
But the groom was awake and staring at me. I got up, grasped his hands, pulled him up, and went looking for a shower which I eventually found. Don’t worry! There was no carpet either on the way to the shower, so I dripped cum and pee on hard floors.
It was a gigantic walk-in shower. He followed me, although I wasn’t holding his hand or guiding him anymore. I quickly threw myself under the main jet of water, and then, I felt hands on my body. Soapy hands! He washed me, head to toe, carefully, tenderly, and unhurriedly. What a feeling!
At most sex parties, I am a fuck toy being used and passed around, so I am not often being pampered, except when the owner of the condo where I live comes for his annual visit. So I truly enjoyed that shower with the groom.
He then took my hands and dragged me to bed. He pushed the sheets over, and we both crashed on the gigantic mattress. I placed my head on his shoulder, my boobs halfway on his chest, and my naked leg over his furry leg. That’s how I like it! In a manner of seconds, he was snoring.
I slept on and off, wondering how often a female entertainer at a bachelor party ends up sleeping over.
When I sensed he was starting to wake up in the morning, I placed myself between his legs and kissed the tip of his penis a few times. Then I licked the top of it all the way to his belly. He moaned. That was my cue!
With my hands, lips, and tongue, I worshipped the groom’s cock in a slow, deliberate, and almost loving fashion. Every kiss, lick, and suck was gentle. It was as if I was having sex with my loving partner. I was no longer a piece of meat to entertain a group of men.
“Holly shit!” I heard a female voice shout behind me. “I won’t ask if you had a good time!”
I flipped over on my ass next to the groom. A woman was staring at me. Not at him. At me. I wondered if she was the wife-to-be. I really felt naked. I checked, and his cock was still hard and pointing toward the ceiling, but he jumped out of bed, so his rod wobbled and ended up pointing at her. I couldn’t help but giggle.
“You find that funny? She finds that funny!”
The groom didn’t say anything that a human could understand. Instead, it was a series of beginnings of sentences. I didn’t want to, but I giggled some more.
“And have you seen your living room?” she continued. “The floor? You know what, I don’t want to know. I wasn’t here. I thought it was over. I’ll come back… One day! Maybe.”
She turned around and walked out. He looked at me. I knew it was time for me to get up and leave, but I locked eyes with him and didn’t move.
“Wait!” the future wife said. She was back in the room. “I want to see!”
“See what?” he asked. Two consecutive words. That’s about all he could handle.
“Her. Sucking!” she said, pointing at me and his cock. “I want to see why it is such a big deal!”
I got up and walked toward the door. I thought it was time for me to leave, but she insisted. She wasn’t an angry girlfriend. She seemed genuinely curious. She took my hand, brought me back to him, and even said, “Please!”
Damn! You know how much I like to have sex with spectators, so she didn’t have to insist much more.
On my knees, I kissed the tip of his now soft penis, then licked the top while locking eyes with her. I held his shaft in my hand, squeezing and stroking it to bring it back up and pointing at her again. Then I went on to worship his cock with my tongue and lips, except I didn’t hold it totally inside my mouth very often. I wanted her to see my tongue going up and down her boyfriend’s stiff shaft and my lips kissing it from the little head to the furry balls I also licked.
I constantly stared at her while doing all that, and she regularly locked eyes with me. What a thrill! What. A. Thrill!
A fully dressed woman watched my naked self sucking, kissing, and licking the penis and the balls of her naked future husband. Why didn’t I think of that? It should have been on my list!
And the fun lasted for quite some time as he seemed distracted by her presence. So I had to do more licking and sucking than typically required. More delight! But eventually, he ejaculated, and while he did, I held his cock with the head on the tip of my tongue that I had pulled out of my mouth to make sure she could see all the gooey stuff — her male’s sperm — given to me. He was giving me his sperm, not to her. Just in front of her! I left my tongue out for a while for her to see. She smiled and shook her head while I swallowed the entire load.
“Oh, well! Keep her number,” she told her husband-to-be, “because you ain’t getting that from me.”
And she walked out. I locked eyes with him while I was still on my knees in a worshipping and submissive position in front of the all-mighty cock. He pulled me up and kissed me, then hugged me. His hands kept my naked body on his naked skin for quite some time, my nipples caressing his chest fur.
“Thank you,” he whispered while releasing his grip. It was my cue to leave again, so I went to the living room in search of my dress. They could keep the panties and the bra as souvenirs, but I needed something to walk by what would probably be another smirking front-door guy.
I found the dress all right! On the floor, right where most of the action had taken place, soaked in pee.
Meanwhile, the bride was laughing at the guys. She had not left the penthouse, and she was addressing each guy one by one with snarky comments like, “Joan told me you had a small dick. She was right!”
Then, pointing at me, she added: “You guys are all married. My boyfriend is not yet, but you are. And you’ve all fucked her?”
Some guys mumbled words. Others hurriedly tried to get dressed.
“Yes, they did!” I answered for them, giggling. “In my ass! They also peed all over me,” I added as matter-of-factly as I could.
Some of the guys looked at me as if their eyes were now knives. Maybe that wasn’t nice of me. Oops!
I showed my dirty dress to her without saying a word. She signaled me to follow her. We went back to the bedroom. Her boyfriend was in the shower. She took a dress out of the closet and handed it to me.
While I was sliding it over my head, she said: “You know! I wouldn’t mind having your number.”
That excited me so much. That woman was something else. On the one hand, she appeared to be a dull lover who probably only has sex in the missionary position. But, on the other hand, she wasn’t mad when she found my lips wrapped around her boyfriend’s cock and even enjoyed watching me pleasure him.
I’m an exhibitionist. She’s probably a voyeur! And I’m a lucky girl.
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