A Queen’s Fling

Around midnight, bachelorette Lisa left the club and headed back to the hotel. She walked tipsy in a pair of red, four-inch, shiny heels, dressed as the Queen of Hearts wearing a wedding veil. The daring costume, a short, dark blue, tulle dress, with red velvet, clung to her curvaceous, five-seven figure. The low neckline showcased her impressive cleavage, and a pair of knee-high stockings, topped with sexy red bows, warmed her slender legs.

As the thirty-year-old HR manager walked alone, the cool night air brushed against her exposed skin and caught her long, caramel brown hair. She would phone her friends once she got back to the hotel, she told herself, feeling slightly vulnerable and aroused, as the men passing her in the street skirted their eyes up and down her sexy body, admiring the bride-to-be.

Eventually reaching the hotel safely, Lisa entered the lobby to be confronted by a whirlwind of Saturday night activity. It's marble floors amplified the distinct sound of her heels as they struck the floor, drawing the attention of a group of men around the same age as her. Her big blue orbs caught them looking and smiling at her, with lust and desire in their eyes.

Their matching black t-shirts, with the words 'Last Weekend of Freedom' written across the front, left no doubt in anyone's minds that they were a bachelor party. Their laughter was loud and boisterous, and as Lisa walked through their line of sight, their gazes locked onto her like a pack of hungry wolves staring at a lonely, tasty looking, lost lamb, causing her nipples to harden and her pussy to tingle.

"Well, well, well," drawled a tall, athletic man, with short black hair and twinkling green eyes, displaying a mischievous grin. "It looks like the Queen of Hearts has lost her court."

Lisa paused, her hand clutching the strap on her red handbag. She wasn't usually one for spontaneous decisions, but she found something exciting about the group of men, watching her lecherously.

"Yeah, something like that," she replied, her voice soft and steady, despite the fluttering going on inside her body.

"Where are your friends?" The same man asked, watching her open her handbag and produce a phone.

"Following behind me," she told him, checking her messages. She had several from her friends, asking where she was.

"Well, when they get here, maybe you'd all care to join us for a private party in the penthouse?" he smirked, with a hint of arrogance. "We could use a Queen to rule over us, you know, stop us from behaving like naughty boys," he chuckled.

As Lisa continued to engage her phone, texting her friends to let them know she was safe in the hotel, the bachelor party of six men leered at the busty bride-to-be, including the bachelor, who was set to marry his own bride in a fortnight. She could feel their eyes undressing her generous curves before she hit send and looked up to give them her attention.

"A party in the penthouse?" she giggled, stumbling in her heels, revealing she'd had a few too many.

The group of men cheered as she saved herself from falling. Lisa laughed, accepting she had made a brief fool of herself. Her conservative nature then warred with her secret desire to flirt and party with a group of strange men. Her friends had threatened it might happen during the bachelorette weekend.

"Yeah, do you fancy it? I'm David by the way, and this is Carl, Toby, Mark, Elijah and last but not least, the husband-to-be, Andrew."

"Hi!" they chuckled and waved in unison, standing a mere few feet away.

"Hi," she waved back, giggling and blushing. "I'm Lisa. Let me text my friends first."

"Alright," David beamed at her and then at his friends as she retuned to her phone and texted her maid-of-honour, telling her to gather up the gang and get their arses back to the hotel for a party.

"Ok, show me where this party is," Lisa grinned, hitting send once more on her phone. But as she put it back in her bag, the signal dropped out and her phone told her the message had failed to send.

"Right this way, your majesty," David offered his arm jokingly, but Lisa took it, suddenly walking towards the elevators, much to the disgust of a mature couple who had watched the spectacle unfold.

Back at the club, Suzanne, the maid-of-honour, told the women that Lisa had returned to the hotel, safe and sound. Some joked, calling the bride-to-be a lightweight, before ordering another round of shots and then hitting the dance floor in their variety of risqué costumes.

Meanwhile, Lisa was lapping it up inside the elevator, sandwiched between five handsome, fit men and one obese man, who wouldn't have looked out of place at a bar in Star Wars. He wasn't in fancy dress, but his face looked like it was. Lisa didn't care, she wasn't planning on having sex with any of them. She was simply enjoying the attention, believing her friends would be along shortly, banging on the penthouse suite to join the fun.

Inside the most luxurious room in the hotel, Lisa was immediately impressed. It was dimly lit with soft music playing, almost romantic, and the scent of men's fragrance hung in the air. A couple of empty champagne bottles and flutes littered the coffee table. David quickly cleared them away and shouted for somebody to get the drinks from the bar.

"Make yourself comfortable, Lisa," he then said, gesturing to the plush sofa.

"I'm guessing you're the best man," she reckoned, sitting down as bachelor Andrew fetched the drinks and the other four went outside to smoke cigars.

"Yeah, that's right," David smiled, sitting left of her on the sofa, but not too close.

"The worst man, more like," Andrew laughed, placing a crate of beer down on the table, and a bottle of red wine for Lisa, before he sat down on her right side.

While the other men remained outside, smoking cigars and drinking, Lisa, David and Andrew settled on the sofa, talking openly about the respective weddings and where they were from. The alcohol lowered the bride-to-be's inhibitions further, but she still felt in control of herself. The men sat either side of her kept a comfortable distance, making her feel safe and welcome.

Twenty-minutes inside in the penthouse, Lisa checked her phone. She was expecting her friends to join her at any moment. But when she opened her messages, she realised her last text had failed to send. David and Andrew saw the message too, smirking at each other when the three of them read the last text from Suzanne, telling Lisa to get an early night, and they'd see her in the morning.

"Oh, it seems your court have abandoned you, your majesty," David chuckled, placing a hand on her knee.

"Don't worry, we won't abandon you," Andrew added mischievously, slipping his arm behind her as he shuffled a little closer.

Lisa put her phone away, her heart racing as the best man and groom saddled intimately close to her, their hands quick to roam. David smoothed her bare thigh, his fingers flirting with the short hemline of her dress, while Andrew's fingers played flirtatiously with her long, brown hair and stroked her shoulder. The men outside watched intently through the glass, monitoring the situation inside.

"You're very beautiful, Lisa,"David smiled into her pretty blue eyes.

"Ravishing body in a sexy costume," Andrew breathed in her ear as she faced his best man.

"You know I could have your heads off for touching your Queen," Lisa giggled.

She knew the sensible and moral thing to do was to make her excuses and leave, but her curiosity kept her seated on the sofa. She thought both men were handsome and she liked David's confidence. She turned to look at Andrew, another tall man in his mid-thirties. He wasn't as athletic as his best man, but he was still in great shape. She liked his brown crew cut, brown eyes and smile.

"Sorry, you lost me as soon as you said the word head," David teased, leaning in to kiss her exposed neck as she looked at the groom, his breath warm against her skin.

Lisa giggled, her shoulder naturally trying to conceal her supple neck, but Andrew leaned in and kissed her lips, sending a bolt of electricity up her spine. In a moment of madness, a moment where she forgot herself, the bride-to-be kissed him back. It was her first time kissing another man since she met her fiancé, Steven. It felt exciting, sexy, and naughty.

The madness ensued. David kissed the side of her neck and softly nibbled on her ear lobe, her heart shaped earrings brushing his face while his hand moved inside her thighs. Lisa sighed her arousal, accepting Andrew's tongue inside her mouth as he cupped one of her large breasts through the thin fabric of her costume, which had three red hearts down the front, his touch firm but gentle.

Lisa still believed it wouldn't go too far. Trusting herself to stop it before it did, and trusting the men would stop as soon as she told them to. So she closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensations for a few minutes, deluding herself that she was in control. The words written on the men's t-shirts bounced around inside her head with the wine. Last Weekend of Freedom.

This wasn't her normal character, or at least it wasn't the woman she had always portrayed herself as in front of her friends. But tonight was also her last weekend of freedom. She didn't have to be a reserved HR manager. She was the Queen of Hearts, and these men, with their lips, tongues and fingers seducing her on the sofa, were her horny subjects.

"Not here," she sighed, when David's hand reached her panties.

"You want to go somewhere private, just the three of us?" David smiled.

"Yes," Lisa blushed.

"We can use my room," Andrew suggested.

So much for stopping things from going too far, Lisa thought, allowing two strange men to walk her into a bedroom. Once the door closed firmly behind them, the pair were on her like a rash. David stood behind her, kissing the nape of her neck as he brushed her long hair aside, keeping the veil on her head. And Andrew stood in front of her, kissing her passionately.

"Fuck, you're so hot," David breathed, unzipping the back of her costume.

"A sexy stunner," Andrew added, ignoring the fact he also had a fiancée waiting at home for him.

"The others won't come in, will they?" Lisa sighed, becoming overwhelmed by the two handsome strangers.

"We will kick them out if they do," David lied, planting soft kisses on her back as he slowly exposed it.

"You better," Lisa replied breathlessly, her voice shaking as her costume suddenly felt loose.

The kisses on her back were warm and soft, sending tingles along her spine, while the tongue in her mouth had her pussy flowing a river of lust. Her conscience tried to warn her, but the feelings were too strong. She wrapped her arms around Andrew's neck and kissed him harder. He groaned, kissing her back as he eased the front of her costume down until her black bra was exposed.

Meanwhile, David kissed down her spine and unclasped her bra, exposing her large breasts and erect nipples to his best friend. Lisa gasped as Andrew cupped her naked mounds and sucked her left nipple into his mouth, devouring it hungrily. David held her waist and brought his kisses up to her neck again, helping drive another man's bride crazy with lust and desire.

"Ohh," Lisa moaned, her eyes closed, her head falling back slightly.

While Andrew feasted on her breasts, kneading them in his hands, sucking on her engorged nipples, David moved his hands beneath her dress, cupping her bare buttocks before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her thong and pulled it down slowly. Lisa could feel everything. She was unable to resist now, even if she wanted too. At that point, she knew she was going to get fucked.

The room spun as they removed her dress and underwear, and guided her to the bed in just her bridal veil, red high heels, and white knee high stockings, with their cute red bows. The soft bed sheet was cool against her heated skin as they gently laid her down and removed their own clothes, revealing firm body's and hard cocks, ready to fuck her senseless.

Oh my God! What am I doing? Lisa screamed inwardly, but on the outside she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

Andrew matched her grin as he knelt on the bed and spread her legs wide, exposing her wet, shaven cunt. With a hungry look in his eyes, he went down on his front and began to give her the most exciting cunnilingus she had ever experienced. He groaned into her mound, breathing in her adulterous scent as he tasted her sticky wetness on his tongue.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. His tongue was relentless, swirling and probing, pushing her closer to the edge.

David smirked at her wantonness, at how easy it had been to get her in that position, and knelt on the bed near her head. He turned it so her mouth was positioned perfectly. Lisa didn't hesitate. She parted her lips and took him in, bobbing her head as she sucked a strangers thick cock during her bachelorette weekend. He grunted and played with her tits, rolling her nipples, thinking how hot and slutty she looked with the wedding veil on her pretty head.

Lisa didn't have time to think. As she greedily sucked David's cock, Andrew's tongue was abusing her clit and he had two fingers deep inside her pussy. Groans of pleasure emitted from her throat before she emptied her mouth and cried out in ecstasy. She came long and hard, intense and noisy. Her legs were then raised in the air and spread wide as Andrew thrust his bare cock into her.

"Oh yes! Yes!" Lisa screamed.

Andrew's cock wasn't long, but it was thick, particularly at the base. He pounded her pussy hard while he held her legs apart, her big tits bouncing around. David stood beside the bed, watching the bride-to-be getting fucked, knowing his turn was next. As he stroked his erection, which was longer and just as thick, the bedroom door opened, and in stepped the other four, each with excited grins on their faces.

Lisa hazily saw them enter, but she only felt her arousal heighten. She needed to come again, and Andrew was the man to do it as he drove his cock in and out of her hairless, soon to be married cunt. The force of his thrusts sent ripples of pleasure up her body as two naked men became six, all eager and erect to have a go on their sexy Queen of Hearts.

To the sounds of hushed chuckles and whispers, Lisa closed her eyes and reached above herself for the iron head board. Her fingers curled around two bars, gripping tightly as Andrew pounded her hard and fast. His thrusting was intense, urgent, slamming into her body, their grunts and groans filling the room.

Then Andrew let go of her legs and grabbed her tits. He gritted his teeth and squeezed her fleshy mounds harshly, his cock ready to explode deep inside her pussy. He didn't care if her womb was protected or not. He only cared about filling her with his cum. Lisa bucked against him, her back arching off the bed.

"Fuck her!" someone shouted.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm coming!" Lisa wailed.

"Oh fuck!" Andrew roared, feeling her inner walls contracting around him.

Carl and Toby, two medium sized men, with short blond and black hair respectively, stepped towards the bed with their fat cocks springing up and down. They grabbed Lisa's ankles, feeling her costume stockings, and pushed her legs back, giving Andrew a deeper angle at which to pound her from. She screamed her lungs out, convulsing in a second, immediate orgasm.

The group cheered, except for Andrew. He saw his own bride flash before his eyes, but it was too late. His balls tightened and then he was ejaculating, deep inside another man's fiancée. The ecstasy surged through his veins as he pumped several jets of warm, thick cum into Lisa's pussy, which was spasming violently around his cock until he finished dumping his load and pulled out, spent.

"Mmm, look at that," Carl growled, stroking his cock as he kept her leg high in the air, watching his friends sperm seeping out of Lisa's swollen pussy.

"Who's next?" Toby chuckled, his cock weeping pre-cum with anticipation.

Fuck it! Lisa thought, catching her breath. You only live once, she told herself, as David knelt between her raised legs and gathered them onto his shoulders, telling his friends he had it from there. Carl and Toby moved up the sides of the bed as it began to squeak. With David's cock buried to the hilt, they took a breast each, groaning like two teenaged boys at the soft flesh yielding in their firm grasps.

"Fucking hell, she's hot!" Mark exclaimed. He was the ugly, obese one. He loved his beer and food as much as he loved his women, not that he got much action.

He went down on his knees for a closer look. The group laughed at him. David sensed his presence and warned him not to do anything weird, which created more laughter in the room. But Mark was only interested in watching Lisa's pussy creaming as David fucked her hard and deep, his heavy balls banging against her arse, his shaft sliding in and out her like a fast moving piston, making her howl.

"Oh yes! Yes! I'm coming again!" Lisa cried out in yet another orgasm.

"Mmm," Mark groaned, inhaling the scent of dirty sex through his nostrils. "The slut is gushing," he chuckled.

David was disappointed with his performance. He wanted the Queen of Hearts, the bride-to-be, on all fours with the wedding veil flowing down her back, but the scene around him, the feeling of Lisa coming on his cock, sent him over the edge. Just as David had done a few minutes earlier, he fired his cum deep inside her pussy, flooding her womb.

"I need to change positions," Lisa gasped for air, prepared to take them all on.

"Fuck yeah!" Toby cheered, rushing to take David's place as soon as he pulled out. "Bend over, sweetheart. I got another fat one for you."

"What a slut," Mark muttered, grinning at her rolling over and pushing herself up onto all fours.

Toby grabbed Lisa's hips and yanked her down the bed. With her arse sticking up in the air, her knees on the edge of the mattress, he stood firmly behind her and slotted his length easily inside her as sperm ran out. He didn't care. He just wanted his turn to fuck her. He picked up where David left off, ramming his cock into her now slack, squelching hole.

Lisa closed her eyes and grabbed the sheets with fists, her body rocking back and forth, her large, heavy breasts swinging as a third stranger fucked her like a piece of free meat. She felt dirty now, knowing they were all going to have a turn and likely cum inside her. She made a quick mental note to get the emergency contraception pill in the morning, before returning home to get married.

Toby's cock wasn't as big as the first two, she could feel him, but he wasn't hitting the spot. But she still enjoyed the sensation, although she felt she deserved an orgasm from everyone of them, if they were going to fuck her. It was the least they owed her. However, Toby was too horny, thrusting away, selfishly thinking about his own needs until he groaned and croaked in orgasm, adding his load.

"Fuck, that's some good pussy," he breathed, pulling out hot and sweaty, wiping his brow. "Next?" he laughed.

"Me!" Carl hollered, barging Mark out of the way. "Stay where you are, gorgeous. I'll give you what you need."

Craving another orgasm, in danger of coming to her senses, Lisa remained in position, her eyes closed, still clutching the bed sheets while David, Andrew and Toby left the room for some refreshments. Her cum-filled pussy welcomed its fourth cock of the evening and contracted around it, hoping to be satisfied again. Carl spanked her buttocks before grabbing them and fucking her.

"Fuck no!" he panicked. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Already?" Mark and Lisa asked in unison, both shocked.

"I can't hold it! Fuck!" he exclaimed, firing a weeks worth of cum into her pussy.

"Get out of my way!" Mark laughed at his friend, who shrunk out of the room, ashamed and embarrassed. "Turn over, sweetie. I want to see your face when I make you come."

Lisa rolled over again to see the one man she didn't really want to fuck. But when she saw his cock was big, with angry, dark veins pulsing through the shaft, and an engorged head the size of a plum, she spread her legs for him and braced herself for a hard pounding. Mark positioned himself, unfazed by the cum pouring out of her, and pushed into her warm, soggy sex, groaning at her gasping for air.

"Mmm, you like that, don't you, Lisa? Yeah, you do. I can see it in your beautiful blue eyes. God, I hope I'm the one who knocks you up before your wedding day."

"Shut up and fuck me," she gasped, noticing a tall, skinny man standing nearby.

It was Elijah, naked, quiet as a mouse, stroking a decent cock almost politely. She beckoned him over, inviting him to use her mouth. He was the politest, Lisa realised, when he tentatively felt her breasts and let her take his cock between her lips, her tongue swirling around his head as she stroked his shaft.

"Oh yes!" Mark grunted. "You're a horny slut, Lisa!"

As she gave Elijah head, Mark fucked her relentlessly, watching his quiet friend stroking the veil on her head. He shoved his cock all the way inside her, making sure she felt and took every throbbing inch of his length. His balls banged against her crack, full of creamy cum. Then the rest of the bachelor party returned.

All eyes were on some poor guys bride-to-be, Lisa, the Queen of Cock rather than the Queen of Hearts, revelling on the bed, groaning towards another orgasm as she sucked one cock and got fucked hard by another. With her novelty stocking-clad legs in the air, her red high heels shining under the light, the veil of purity on her head, she looked like the hottest slut any of them had ever known.

Both her ends occupied, Toby, David and Andrew stroked their cocks back to life, while Lisa climaxed on Mark's fat cock, his podgy belly sat on top of her mound between her legs as he continued to fuck her with everything he had. Feeling her tightness gripping his thickness, he came with her, feeding her womb another load.

As both cried out in ecstasy, Elijah ejaculated over her face, firing ropes of warm cum across her cheek and inside her mouth. When the two moved away, satisfied, leaving Lisa panting for breath, coming down from what number orgasm she couldn't remember, Toby stood between her splayed legs and shot his second load up her body.

"Ohhh, your dirty bastards," she groaned, feeling the warm splashes against her skin.

The group checked, taking photos with their phones as souvenirs, as the worst man and worst groom stepped up to give her big tits their second loads, leaving the worst bride-to-be doused in lots of cum.

"Are you all done?" Lisa laughed at the state she was in. "Because I am," she sighed.

"Yeah, we're all done," David grinned, nodding at everyone to leave the room.

Once he was alone with the used bride-to-be, he got her some towels and put his clothes back on. Lisa appreciated his kindness, realising they could have just thrown her out of the penthouse like the whore she accepted she was. Trudging through the corridors, back to her own room, looking like a dishevelled slut, she bumped into the mature couple in the lobby.

"I hope it was worth it," the woman spat.

"Yes, it was," Lisa fired back. "Maybe your husband would like a turn next?"

"Whore!" the woman scowled, dragging her husband away, who looked Lisa up and down, thinking yes, I wouldn't mind a go, actually.